Chentan's Memories

The fifth time the fake Zhang Qian was reprimanded for no reason, and the silly Shuner wanted to catch the mystery

He followed behind Tang Yushu yelling "Stop and don't run", and after chasing for a quarter of an hour, he finally stopped in front of a dead end.

Lin Lang also didn't care about the appearance of the noble young master on weekdays, and sat down on the ground, leaning against the wall panting and rolling his eyes.

The little beggar had no way to escape. He hid under the pile of firewood in the deepest part of the alley, stared coldly at Tang Yushu, who was approaching step by step, without saying a word.

"Hand over the purse!"

The little beggar didn't follow suit, and the hand holding the money bag trembled slightly due to the tight force.

Tang Yushu clasped his right fist with his left hand, making the knuckles cluck, and tried to scare the child into submission: "I knew something was wrong—he refused to finish the food he begged for!"

Unexpectedly, the little beggar was not afraid at all.

When Tang Yushu was less than two feet away from him, he suddenly jumped up, took out a sickle from the pile of firewood behind him, and laid it across in front of him: "Don't come here! I know martial arts, and I will hurt you carefully!"

Naturally, this sudden action and words did not frighten Tang Yushu, who had been in the battlefield, but made Lin Lang excited.

——Although the rust mottled on the sickle has long been blunt, one can also imagine the consequences of that one hitting the head.

Lin Lang hadn't regained his strength after the fierce chase just now, panting too much caused a pain in his throat, but he still scrambled and stood up while supporting the wall, and said at the top of his voice, "Don't, don't, don't be stupid! If you are caught for stealing money, you will be imprisoned at most, but if you kill someone, you will lose your head!"

This pros and cons analysis did not shake the mind of the little beggar.

I saw that the child, who was half a head shorter than Tang Yushu, had no fear in his eyes. Instead, he turned his back to the dead end and slowly took steps towards Tang Yushu. wolf.

Lin Lang, who grew up among the high walls of the compound, had never seen such a scene before. He was so frightened that his feet felt numb. Regardless of the hatred of being stolen, he turned around subconsciously and ran away.After slipping away half a step, he stumbled and turned around, reaching out to pull Tang Yushu's arm to slip along.

Unexpectedly, it was empty.

——I saw Tang Yushu rushing up quickly, and when he was within a short distance from the little beggar, he turned his body to one side, and at the same time tried to restrain the opponent's arm holding the sickle with great speed.But the little beggar was also very skillful, he dodged his body lightly, changed his hand to the sickle in a short while, held the knife head instead, and slashed down on Tang Yushu's right shoulder with the wooden handle of the sickle.

Caught off guard and seeing these back-and-forth moves, Lin Lang's soul flew halfway away.In the past, the plot that was only heard by storytellers was actually staged in front of me at this moment.

Lin Lang stood on the spot, either escaping or running away, running around in a hurry.

In a hurry, Tang Yushu stretched out his hand to hold the wooden handle that the little beggar had chopped off, his feet seemed to be slipping, and his whole body fell backwards.When Lin Lang let out an exclamation, the will would come out of his throat, but Tang Yushu's feet swept through the void, and kicked the little beggar's shin hard.

This kick made the little beggar lose his center of gravity and fell to the ground.The hand holding the sickle loosened its strength and was quickly snatched away by Tang Yushu.

Then Tang Yushu turned around and stood up straight, forcing the sickle three inches in front of the little beggar: "Hand over the money bag!"

Lin Lang almost couldn't hold back, and wanted to applaud Tang Yushu.

After receiving the money pouch thrown by Tang Yushu, Lin Lang finally let out the breath hanging from his chest.

Seeing that the little beggar was already trapped under Tang Yushu's oppression, Lin Lang quickly hid his embarrassing appearance that his hands and feet were weak and unable to stand upright, straightened his collar and strode forward, boldly said: "Your age Qingqing has hands and feet, and is so nimble, why do you want to steal?"

Although he was defeated, the little beggar still kept a straight face, and answered briefly: "Lack of money."

"Who is not in need?" Lin Lang carefully stuffed the money bag into his arms: "Get up—follow me to the court!"

"No!" The little beggar lay motionless on the ground.

"Hey—you kid!" Lin Lang was so angry that he reached out to grab the other's shoulder, but was stopped by Tang Yushu.

Tang Yushu threw the sickle back into the firewood pile far away, squatted down and met the little beggar's eyes: "You didn't use the blade to attack me, but aimed at my giant bone hole with a wooden handle, why? ?”

Lin Lang really didn't understand why Tang Yushu had to chat with a thief, but when he was about to explode, he saw the little beggar turned his face away: "It's money, not life."

"What is the purpose of grabbing the 100 taels of silver?"

"100 taels?!—Are you fooling me? That pouch doesn't even have the weight of two taels in total, and a tael of silver in it is considered too much."

"What nonsense?" Lin Lang questioned, "Have you never seen the bank note?"

"I!..." Anxious to defend, the first word was still blurted out angrily, but the tone of the next words was weak because he was too ashamed to speak: "...I haven't seen it before."

Tang Yushu was puzzled: "Since you estimate that there is a total of one or two taels of silver in it...you still want to grab it so desperately?"

"It's only one or two short..." The little beggar said angrily, "I'm short of money to bury my mother."

Knowing the reason, Tang Yushu was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Lin Lang.I saw that Lin Lang's eyes were a little less angry than before, but his eyebrows were still frowned and his face was stern: "...No matter what the reason is, let's save it in court!"

Seeing that Lin Lang was so tough, the little beggar stopped holding on. He got up and knelt down on the ground and kowtowed. Although he was begging for mercy, his tone was as cold as ever: "The money has already been returned to you, please don't take it with you anymore." I went to see the official, and it has been three days since my mother passed away, and her body is still waiting in the dilapidated temple at the head of the village, and will not be buried..."

Lin Lang didn't speak for a long time after listening.

After a long while of silence, Lin Lang took out the money pouch from his pocket again, touched a tael of silver and threw it on the ground.

Although he felt uncomfortable, but due to his personality, he refused to put on a soft face even if he was giving favors.He only looked sideways at the little beggar, and raised his chin: "I'll spare you for now... take the money."

Having received the unexpected favor, the little beggar trembled with excitement, and solemnly kowtowed twice: "The villain is from Yantang Town, Shisanli away, and his surname is Chen Mingni—every sentence is true. All can be verified... But the fact that the villain stole today is helpless, I hope the two sons will take care of my face and don't tell the neighbors - when I return to my hometown and bury my mother, I will definitely repay it in the future!"

After all, he picked up the one tael of silver and got up and ran away quickly.

This shocking education really made this pampered noble son at a loss for a while. Looking at the back of the little beggar running away, Lin Lang couldn't recover for a long time.

On the contrary, Tang Yushu breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had solved some small trouble, he patted the ashes on his palm lightly, and with a slight smile, he said to Lin Lang: "You don't look like a person with sharp teeth. !"

"Toothed?" Lin Lang turned around in response, and quickly changed into a resentful expression when he faced Tang Yushu on weekdays: "What do you mean?"

Tang Yushu tossed and turned until he came up with the same official words: "...mean."

Lin Lang snorted coldly: "It wasn't originally."

"If you want it, don't you want it..." Tang Yushu stroked his hair with a wry smile, and then said: "Don't carry so much money with you in the future, next time I lose it, I won't..."

"No need—" Lin Lang interrupted Tang Yushu's chatter.The "thank you" that should have been there was hard to say, but now he thought it was complained by Tang Yushu, Lin Lang said coldly: "I deserve it if I throw it next time, and I don't need your hard work to help!"

The words "...not necessarily in front of you" were blocked by Lin Lang's sudden outburst of temper. Tang Yushu scratched his eyebrows, but felt that he didn't have much need to defend his original intention.

Unexpectedly, the more Lin Lang thought about it, the more angry he became - he was the one who had the money stolen, and he was also the one who was told and blamed afterwards, so he simply took out a few pieces of silver from the money bag and threw them at Tang Yushu's feet. : "These are the hard-earned money you helped me recover the silver. Don't talk too much, just take it away-I was the one who was stolen, and it's not your turn to educate me-besides, stealing is stealing! A house or a house—it makes no difference."

Originally thought that after this incident, Lin Lang's hostility towards him would no longer be so strong.But hearing the sharp irony in his words, the smile on Tang Yushu's face gradually dissipated.

After holding back for a long time, my face turned red, and I just whispered: "...I didn't steal it."

"False official dispatch documents, even if you go to jail, you will be beheaded."

"...I didn't fake it."

"Then just wait and see, anyway, we'll see the outcome in two months."

"Yes."

"What do you want?"

"..." Tang Yushu didn't explain much, squeezed his painful hand, and walked away in silence without caring about the money under his feet.

Standing in place and watching the back of this old enemy leaving, he found out in a trance that a large area of ​​red blood flowed from the tiger's mouth of Tang Yushu's right hand.

"..."

I also realized that my surlyness was too much to add, so an uncomfortable emotion spread wantonly in my heart.

"...It's him who wants to meddle in his own business!" Lin Lang muttered in a low voice.

Forcibly blaming it on the other party made me feel a little better.

When the figure turned out of the alley, Lin Lang leaned back against the wall and sighed.There was obviously no one around, but he still turned his head away from the corner, not knowing that he was afraid that someone would see his flushed eyes.

"The child is spoiled—"

In the Lin Mansion of Jinling City, the Lin member frowned into the word "Chuan", sat on the chair with a long sigh, and cried to the young brother-in-law: "It seems that he is idle all day long and has no ambitions, but in fact, I also know that he I'm thinking deeply..."

"Young people, it's a good thing to have your own ideas..." The brother-in-law smiled and comforted him.

"What's a good thing? This is not a good thing! Zhang Qian! It's you—you are not a good thing! I love to run to the west, but I have to take Lin Lang to walk the Silk Road to see the world It’s just the same pronunciation, you really think of yourself as Zhang Qian! You see—it’s good to see the world, and I went to Java Island as soon as I saw it. Your nephew refuses to study hard and test his academic achievements, so he insists on imitating you I, do business!"

"My fault, my fault..." The brother-in-law named Zhang Qian continued to laugh along with him.

"It's not all your fault, it's my fault in the end - I was busy doing business and ran back and forth in the early years, so I didn't keep an eye on him, and that's why I let this brat get close to you weird-looking people!" Cursing in his mouth, he also glanced at Shun'er who was standing at the door.

"Hey...it's my fault. When your sister passed away the year before last—in 16 years, I only met Lin Lang five times. After your sister left, I went back to Jinling, and never traveled far from Changju's mansion. , I just want to take good care of him to grow into an adult and start a family. But I, as a father, have never heard of the hardships this child has endured over the years... I can't blame him for his natural withdrawn temperament .”

Hearing this, Shun'er, who had just been classified as one of the "strange-shaped people", couldn't help but burst into tears.Couldn't even hold the tea, so he simply put it heavily on the table, untied his belt and threw it on the beam, and was about to hang himself: "The young master is gone, and Shun'er can't live anymore--the cold moon in autumn, the dead leaves and chrysanthemums, all Pay Hanjiang and go east... woo~"

Both Lin Yuanwai and Zhang Qian were no strangers to this flamboyant boy.

And here Zhang Qian happened to have a gap to get rid of his brother-in-law's teaching. Seeing Shun'er suddenly making such a fuss, he stood up and said, "I've already sent someone to inquire, and there will be news about Lin Lang soon—I Take Shun'er down first..." At the same time, he grabbed Shun'er's shoulder: "Go, let's go out and cry..."

After coaxing Shun'er all the way back to the dormitory where Lin Lang lived before, Zhang Qian heaved a sigh of relief: "Wow! Your master is really nagging..."

"Really!" Shun'er rolled his eyes: "Uncle, tell me - the young master is outside now, will he be hungry? Will he starve to death? Frozen to death? You said that the young master was born fair and handsome, will he be caught Traffickers sell people to be petty officials?——If you become a petty official, the young master should be quite talented. I taught the young master how to sing before, and the young master can learn it every time. Don’t say——in case the young master is caught What should I do if I go to Huajie and Liuxiang to become a child boy? The young master is so angry that he will definitely kill himself by drinking poison. I can’t tell—the young master has a bad temper, and others can’t tolerate him. What should I do if I beat him? What if I beat him to death... "

"Shut up!" Zhang Qian felt that his head was extremely heavy, and stopped Shun'er's improvisation in time: "Don't look at your young master who doesn't understand anything on weekdays, but he is also a person who has followed me along the Silk Road and seen the world. Some methods and knowledge are much higher than those of the same age, so don't worry!"

The golden-feathered parrot on the animal-patterned bird pole beside the table also took advantage of it: "I am a person who has walked the silk road!"

"Even Brother Parrot remembers it. It seems that your young master usually shows off a lot!" Zhang Qian couldn't help laughing, and after a while, he sighed leisurely: "Actually, Lin Lang chose this path, and it's pretty good." OK……"

"What?" Shun'er was dumbfounded.

Zhang Qian explained: "It's true that you can sit back and relax, but after being fooled like this for a lifetime, it is also in the past; now he has his own plan and is willing to do it. Although life may be a little bit harder and tiring, it is true anyway." Really lived... what do you think?"

Shun'er shook his head, the rouge on his face today may have been mixed with gold powder, which made Zhang Qian's eyes hurt: "I don't understand these principles... I'm afraid the young master will not be happy..."

Zhang Qian got up and teased the parrot: "No...he has a lot of money, you don't need to worry about these things, just wait for the good news..."

"Well...that's good." Shun'er nodded ignorantly, but there was a strange feeling of familiarity spontaneously - this feeling seemed to be somewhat different from what the young master said to him before he left the Lin Mansion that night. Shun'er faintly felt that something was wrong...but this time his head turned a little faster.

Shun Er hurried forward and grabbed Zhang Qian's sleeve: "Uncle... do you know anything about the young master's disappearance?"

"...This..." Zhang Qian laughed awkwardly.