Chentan's Memories

Returning to the warm language, Chen Tan's dream and jokes look at each other young people

This false alarm almost scared Lin Lang out of his wits.

As a result, the doctor didn't even prescribe the medicine this time. He just smiled and said to Lin Lang: "You don't have to worry about it, there is nothing wrong with it. The blood in the skull has already disappeared, and Mr. Tang is very strong now!"

Lin Lang's eyebrows were only leveled, but he still asked: "Then why did he have a nosebleed for no reason?"

"Mr. Tang is at a bloody age... How could he know what he was looking at and thinking? This nosebleed is just due to his health and strong yang fire. It is time for Mr. Tang to find a wife."

After hearing this, Lin Lang relieved his anxiety, and couldn't help laughing again.

After sending the doctor away, the two of them lay back on the couch. Tang Yushu patted Lin Lang's back to dispel his shock, and said, "I'm as strong as a cow, so don't worry about it all the time!"

"I'm afraid you're going to die, I can't do it alone." Lin Lang said toughly, but he hugged Tang Yushu tightly: "You think I can't bear you!"

Tang Yushu already understood Lin Lang's inconsistency, so he only teased him: "What does it mean that the Yang fire is strong? How can I save it?"

"Suffocate your meaning!" Lin Lang was still stubborn, but raised his head and kissed Tang Yushu.

They say "death", but people still have to be "saved".

The specific rescue process cannot be described here.

Let's say that the next day, Jinling City is in full bloom.A group of people gathered in Lin's residence to drink tea and gossip.

Lin Lang hasn't been back since the new year.Master Lin went to edit the book and asked, but wrote back saying that he did not plan to come back during the Lantern Festival.

After reading the reply, Master Lin knocked on his longan and scolded everyone: "This bastard! Even if he dies outside, I don't care anyway!"

Cursing is cursing, but the corners of his mouth are almost grinning to his ears.

The guest asked: "What does your son do for a living?"

Master Lin put on a distressed look, but his words were full of flaunting: "Hey... I opened a small tavern! The business is good... No, I'll go back on New Year's Eve! Tonight's Lantern Festival And he refused to come back—saying that he was too busy with business!"

It attracted a group of merchants and predators to change the topic.

"Investing in catering is good these days, your son has good eyesight!"

"indeed!"

"Speaking of the catering industry, do you know? ——In the town of Chentan near Jinling, a restaurant has been opened! Just relying on that restaurant, the number of tourists in Chentan has increased during the Spring Festival this year!"

"Is it the "spot crimson lips"?——It was written in Jiangnan Monthly. I heard that the restaurant opened in a separate courtyard, with tens of acres in front and back. But come..."

"Let's mention that red lips... This old man just took advantage of his position to provide you with some tips--" Master Lin searched for his voice, and it was Lord Qingqiu of Honglu Temple who spoke, only listening to him speak slowly He mentioned this so-called doorway: "The suppression of the rebellion in Chengdu was over at the end of spring last year, and the settlement of the people in Shu after the war became the most concerned thing of the imperial court. Mentally lift them up..."

——This is the responsibility of Honglu Temple: to monitor and study public opinion, and then use public opinion to guide the development of people's livelihood.

"For example, during the counter-insurgency war, establishing the character of 'Jiao General Li Gang', telling his legendary stories, and disseminating the stories was an effective means to inspire the hearts of the people...Now it is the post-war reconstruction stage, The legend of General Jiao has long been overturned, what the imperial court needs is a story of entrepreneurship to inspire people's livelihood—"Dian Jiang Lip" is now a typical example that is seen by Honglu Temple."

After Mr. Lin had a successful career, he read a few books imitating the example, but he was still at a loss when he heard Mr. Baqiu's words, so he asked, "Old Qiu, what do you mean?"

Lord Qiu smiled: "Brothers, if you want to make an investment, you might as well start early - Honglu Temple has already recruited a group of screenwriters for the script of "The Legend of the God of Wealth", and it is expected that this summer will be heard in the streets and alleys by storytellers." The story of 'point crimson lips'."

Regardless of whether Master Lin understood it or not, Master Hua, who has always been good at speculating, understood it, and immediately stood up: "This restaurant is going to be very prosperous!"

Master Qiu looked at Master Hua's seamless face, laughed "puchi", turned his head to Master Lin, and repeated Master Hua's words: "This restaurant is going to be prosperous—that's what it means."

Master Hua was afraid that the business would be cut off by the people present: "Everyone, don't rob me! I heard my son-in-law mention that restaurant earlier - the shopkeeper of the restaurant seems to be my son-in-law's old friend - you want Where to vote, Gusu or Lin'an, I, Hua, don't care, but here in Jinling, let me first agree that I will vote for one!"

Master Lin raised his eyebrows: "Your son-in-law Shen Ye? How much do you plan to invest?"

Master Hua didn't even blink: "1000 taels!"

Master Lin shook his head: "No, no, if you want to vote, you need at least this amount in the early stage!" He compared to five.

Master Hua laughed at Master Lin and said, "Old Lin, you are so confused, how did you make money? 5000 taels? Is it necessary?"

Master Lin took a sip of tea leisurely: "If you want to cast some crimson lips, you must first choose a location - the building at the main entrance of the Lin Mansion has just been vacated, and it just faces a prosperous city, and it is near the Qinhuai River. It’s just right to choose there—the location is already in such a luxurious area, so why don’t you spend 5000 taels?”

Master Hua continued to laugh: "Old Lin wants me to give him these red lips at the door of his house—so that he can eat every day!"

Mr. Lin was not unhappy when he was repeatedly made fun of, he shook his feet and said leisurely: "Whether I can eat every day - let's not talk about it. If you are stingy with 5000 taels, Mr. Hua... I feel sorry for you gone."

Mrs. Hua said in embarrassment, "Why am I so pitiful?"

Master Lin said: "Missing such a good son-in-law as my son and marrying the old Shen family - this is the first pity; missing such a good investment plan as Jiang Lip - this is the second pity gone."

"What's the matter...Old Lin, do you want to argue with me about this case?"

Master Lin pouted, with an expression of "I'm sorry for you", looked at Mrs. Hua and shook his head; then looked at the crowd, with an expression of "Hate iron but not steel", and said lightly: "Speaking of it Coincidentally—this crimson lip is the result of Quanzi and his brother being fucked."

All the seats were in an uproar.

Of course, Master Lin was very pleased with this kind of exclamation.

After closing on the last day of the first lunar month, it is another closed day with red lips.

Chen Ni was cooking supper soup in the back kitchen, Shun'er was babbling and singing in the yard, Tang Yushu went back to the west wing to take a bath, Lin Lang settled the bill, and rubbed his temples in front of the cash desk.

It's funny to say——Tang Yushu listened to Shun'er gossiping yesterday that when Lin Lang was in the mansion, he liked to play with some birds and sparrows. Today he got up early and went to Xishan, and came back after catching two mountain pigeons.Holding the neck with one hand and letting them flutter, he handed them into Lin Lang's arms.

Lin Lang was taken aback first, but when he learned the reason, he couldn't help laughing; in the end, everyone decided to stew the soup and drink it.

It was agreed earlier that he would go back to Jinling with Lin Lang to see his father tomorrow. At this time, Tang Yushu was sitting in the bathtub, his heart beating, planning how to deal with Lin Lang's father tomorrow.Lin Lang from that room came back to the West Wing with the mountain pigeon soup, saw him frowning, and asked him what's the matter?

Tang Yushu said quietly: "Your father is scary."

Lin Lang laughed out loud: "Where is he scary?... To be honest, I heard rumors from people in the house that he really likes you. He opens his mouth and shuts up every day like bragging about his son's bullshit." My son called his brother'—later he simply said it was 'my godson'...don't be afraid."

Tang Yushu's lowered brows only raised a little: "Really?"

"Really!" Lin Lang put the hot soup on the table and said, "Didn't he give you a treasure that my grandfather passed on to him? ——Hey, I just remembered when I was talking about it, hurry up! Look inside What?"

Tang Yushu stood up from the barrel and ran around the room naked, causing Lin Lang to lose his mind.He picked up his inner coat, took out a gold silk black pouch from the front pocket, and handed it to Lin Lang.

Lin Lang opened the pouch, and there was a small wooden box inside; opened the small wooden box again, and there was another small pouch inside; opened the small pouch again, and inside was a sheet wrapped in strips of cloth; The cloth strips on the sheet were torn apart one after another, and there was a piece of rusty inside—"The blade head?" Lin Lang was puzzled; Tang Yushu discovered the mystery: "The cloth strip is covered with rust. There are words!"

Lin Lang straightened the strip of cloth again, and looked carefully - only to see that the handwriting was blurred due to the age.Lin Lang identified it carefully, and read it word by word: "How dare you... let my son... suffer... the slightest... grievance...what is it written... old... son... will dig... Your dog's eye was shot... cut off your dog... cut off your dog's leg... your dog... egg?"

Tang Yushu was so frightened that he took several steps back, touched the stack of clothes beside him, and tightly covered his stomach.

"This is the treasure left by your grandfather to your father... baby? Is your grandfather a bum?"

Lin Lang laughed so hard that he pounded the table and was out of breath. For a moment, he imagined his father's expression after receiving this "treasure" from his grandfather.

Tired of laughing, he quickly coaxed Tang Yushu: "Just the one you're holding in your hand—that's a new dress, put it on and show me it, I'll wear it when I meet my dad tomorrow."

After drying himself off, he put on the new clothes that Lin Lang bought for him in shock. Tang Yushu frowned and said, "I'm afraid to see your father even more!"

Lin Lang came forward to fix his collar for him. Looking at Tang Yushu, he still couldn't help laughing, and couldn't help hugging Tang Yushu: "It's very energetic, I have really good eyesight!"

Tang Yushu nodded: "The clothes are well chosen!"

"Stupid!" Lin Lang scolded him, but his tough tone turned gentle after a while: "...I'm talking about picking people's eyes."

Forgot to cut the wick of the oil lamp, so the flame flickered a lot.

Under the dancing lights, Lin Lang and Tang Yushu looked at each other.

Looking at it like this, Lin Lang abruptly recalled the day when he first came to Chen Tan.

At that time, when I left Jinling City and followed the route in my memory and headed forward in a daze, I was flustered and at a loss.

Standing in front of the gate of the God of Wealth Mansion, he wanted to shed tears inexplicably—opening this door is pushing away a dream that cannot be turned back... Everything in the past is cleared, and the bargaining chip for the rest of his life There is only this cold house.

How to live the future... No matter how many times Lin Lang made plans in his mind, he still didn't dare to think about it.

"Let's take one step at a time..." Lin Lang murmured.

Facing the town's fireworks and gentle sunset.He closed his eyes, and tremblingly pushed away the dream.

A "squeak—" came into the ear canal.

In the house that was supposed to be cold and lonely, there was already a young man gifted by fate.

I saw him wearing a red turban on his forehead, naked, and standing in the barrel frankly.

A gust of evening wind passed through it, and the end of the boy's turban fluttered up, and his clear eyes fell on him.

Chen Tan's old dream, it's over.