Xu Jiazu uploaded a little bit of land. Xu Baihu is also a military household. The days are very good in the local area. The family has a low yield, so he raises an old mother and does some cooking and cleaning.
When the sky turned white, the old cook of Xu’s family slowly cooked breakfast and knocked on the door of Chang Geng’s study: “Master, madam asks if you are going to eat in her room.”
Chang Geng was making a copy of the post attentively, after hearing the words of the stroke of the pen, he accustomed to reply: “No, she loves quietness, I won’t bother you, please tell my mother, just ask my son. She is safe.”
The old cook was not surprised by his reply. The daily question and answer between mother and son is routine, nothing new.
It’s weird to say, but logically speaking, Xu Baihu is just a stepfather, and Chang Geng and Xiu Niang are the biological mothers and sons, but only the few days when Xu Baihu is at home will the parents eat at the same table. In the morning and dusk, he pretended to be kind, filial and happy. As long as the host goes away, they will be stranger than strangers. No one will pay attention to anyone. There is a courtyard, and Chang Geng does not even go to the front door. Every day I run through the corner door to the next door, and the mother and son may not be able to see each other for ten and a half days.
Even when Chang Geng lost her half-life in the serious illness that happened a year ago, Xiu Niang just glanced indifferently, not caring whether the only child was alive or dead.
In the end, Lord Sixteen took the man away and took care of him personally.
The old cook always suspected that Chang Geng was not born to Xiu Niang, but just by looking at the appearance, the mother and the child look alike, and they must be related by blood.
What’s more, if it’s not her own person, a weak and weak woman like Xiu Niang, who lives in a foreign country, can’t protect herself, why do she always take that child with her?
It doesn’t make sense at all.
After a while, the old cook brought a food box and said to Chang Gung: “The master is about to return to the city today, and the lady asks the young master to come back soon.”
Chang Geng understood what she meant. When Xu Baihu came back, they were about to pretend to be a mother and son, and they nodded in response: “I know.”
His eyes fell on the food box. Suddenly, Chang Geng saw a long hair sticking to the handle of the food box, and his hand that had been stretched out immediately retracted.
The old cook’s hair is already white. Naturally, this black and soft long hair won’t belong to her. Xu Baihu hasn’t come back yet. There are three living people in the house, not the cook’s. Naturally Xiuniang’s.
Chang Geng has a weird habit of cleanliness-just like his mother.
Next door, let him eat the leftovers in the bowl used by his foster father, but when he gets home, he will not touch anything that Xiu Niang has touched.
Knowing his strange temper, the old lady hurriedly took off that hair and said with a smile: “This is the lady who accidentally fell on it. Once this snack is out of the pot, no one will ever move it. Don’t worry. “
Chang Geng smiled at her very politely: “It’s okay, I happen to have some questions today that I want to ask Mr. Shen, and I will go to the foster father to eat later.”
After finishing speaking, he didn’t pick up the food box at all, grabbed the book on the table and put it under his arm, lifted the epee hanging on the back door, and went out.
Mr. Shen is rolling his sleeves, working in the yard to lubricate several dismantled steel armors.
The steel armor was sent by the guards of the city. The officers and soldiers of the Yanhui also have their own “long arm divisions” who specialize in maintaining military steel armor. However, there are too many armours in the army, and they are too busy, so they will also find civilian long arms. The teacher takes a break.
The “long arm master” is the people who repair steel armor and lighters, and deal with those iron guys all day long. They are a craftsman, but in the eyes of the common people, the long arm master and dog dog pedicure and shave their heads. Almost, they all belong to the “lower ninth class.”
Mr. Shen was a scholar in class, and somehow he had such a peculiar hobby. Not only did he like to play around, but he also used this craft to make a little money insulting manner.
And that Shen Shiliu, who accidentally fell into the teenage dream, stretched out his long legs idly, sitting on the threshold, leaning against the door frame as if he was boneless, and there was an empty medicine bowl next to him—he drank I don’t know how to clean it afterwards.
Sixteen Lai jiggly stretched out, waved to Chang Geng half-deadly, and ordered: “Son, go and get me the hip flask.”
Mr. Shen was full of engine oil, sweating and said to Chang Gung: “Don’t pay attention to him, have you eaten it?”
Chang Geng: “Not yet.”
Mr. Shen turned his head and snarled at Sixteen: “Wait in the morning and wait to eat! Can’t you do some work? Go pick some rice and cook some bowls of porridge!”
Shen Sixteen tilted his head, deaf just right, and said slowly: “Huh? What?”
“I’ll come,” Chang Geng is used to it, “what kind of rice?”
This time Master Sixteen heard it, he raised his eyebrows, and said to Mr. Shen: “You are a child, why don’t you go by yourself?”
Mr. Shen, a gentleman, is so angry with his **** brother and brother every day that he has a face of samādhi: “Didn’t you say it’s good to take turns? Man man, just forget it if you can’t hear it, what’s the matter if you’re talking too old? !”
Shen XVI repeated the old tricks, “inaudible” again, and asked: “Why is he barking there himself?”
Pretend to be the same.
Chang Gung: “…”
In fact, it’s so convenient to be deaf.
“He said…” Chang Geng lowered his head, and was hitting the sixteen jokes. For a moment, the dream of the previous night flashed back to him, and he suddenly realized that he was not so indifferent.
Chang Geng’s throat suddenly became a bit dry, and he hurriedly settled down, and said blankly: “You old man should sit down, don’t bother to fool around early in the morning.”
Shen Sixteen had not had time to get drunk this day, and his only conscience was finally not soaked into lees. He smiled and grabbed Chang Geng’s hand, took advantage of his strength, stood up, patted the back of the young man’s head affectionately, and stumbled. Walk into the kitchen.
He was really ready to work–a rare encounter in a hundred years of Lord Sixteen who could do a little bit of human affairs.
Chang Geng hurriedly followed, and saw that his foster father swaggered and grabbed a few handfuls of rice, threw it into the pot, and then scooped water to wash the rice. The water splashed and the white waves fluttered. , He dignifiedly stretched out two fingers, stirred randomly in the water, took it out and shook the drops of water, and announced: “Half finished washing, Shen Yi, come and take turns.”
Mr. Shen: “…”
Shen Shiluyi took the flask from the stove, raised his head and took a sip, running smoothly and accurately.
…Sometimes Chang Geng suspects that he even pretends to be “blind”.
Mr. Shen may have taken it off, and stopped making unnecessary struggles. He scolded and washed his hands with soap jade, ran into the kitchen, steamed the pastries, and started to clean up the mess left by Sixteen.
Chang Geng took out the posts he had arrived in the morning and showed them to Mr. Shen one by one. After Shen Yi finished reading the comments, Chang Geng stuffed the page into the stove to help light the fire.
“The writing is quite advanced, and I have put a lot of effort recently,” Mr. Shen said, “I think you are visiting the Changting Tie of Anding Hou Gu Yun?”
Chang Geng: “Yeah.”
Sixteen, who was loitering next to him, turned his head abruptly, and a different color flashed across his face.
Mr. Shen didn’t look up: “An Ding Hou fifteen leaders, fame in World War I, seventeen commanders, was ordered to march west, passing through Xiliang city, seeing the ancient remains, I feel that the customs of the previous dynasties are still the same, and the country has been a hundred years old. , The handwritten book “Chang Ting Fu”, even if it was originally written, it was secretly left behind by the flatterers around me and carved on the stone tablet-to say it, Gu Yun’s words were written by contemporary Hongru Mosen. Yes, there is indeed a merit, but when writing Changting Tie, he was still young and a young man with aspirations. He was a little bit ignorant of the height and depth of the earth and could not reach the fire. Since you practice calligraphy and put so many ancient posts, why do you want to come here? Today’s post?”
Chang Geng rolled the paper full of words and stuffed it into the stove without hesitating: “I’ve heard people say that the three major Xuan Tie Yingying, Xuan Jia, and Xuan Qi camps are in Laohou. The master wiped out the eighteen tribes of the Northern Mansions, and later passed to Master Xiaohou, and made the Western Regions gangsters bow their heads—I don’t like his words either, just want to know that the hand holding the three large black iron camps was left behind. What kind of handwriting is it?”
The spoon in Mr. Shen’s hand was stirring in the pot unconsciously, but his eyes seemed to have drifted away. After a while, he slowly said: “An Ding Hou’s surname is Gu Ming Yun, and the word is Zixi. The only son of the old man, his parents died young since he was a child, he was pityed by today, raised in the palace, and he was given a special gift to attack him. He was originally a natural rich idler, but he had to go to the Western Regions to eat sand. I was a hero and not a hero. I don’t know, I’m afraid my brain is not very good.”
Mr. Shen is dressed in an old white gown with steel armor stained on the corners of his clothes, and a hapless apron is hung around his neck—the two brothers have made do with each other, and there is no woman in the family. It’s a shame. I don’t know if that apron has not been washed after taking it back. The background color has long been invisible, and it is not good to be wrapped in the body.
Only the face is sharply defined.
Shen Yi’s nose is tall, and when he is not laughing, his side face is almost cold, his eyelids trembled slightly, and he suddenly said: “Since the old Houye went, the master of Xuan Tie Yinggong, for The above taboos, plus the imperial courtiers in the North Korea are rampant…”
Sixteen, who had not said a word, suddenly interrupted him: “Shen Yi.”
The two people by the stove looked at him together. Sixteen was staring at a small spider web on the door frame.
Sixteen couldn’t make up his face when he drank, and his face became whiter as he drank, and a little emotion was collected in his eyes, and he couldn’t tell.
He whispered: “Don’t talk nonsense.”
The Shen brothers are usually not big or young. They are disrespectful brothers. The brothers also spoil their brothers inhumanly. They quarrel every day from morning to night, but the relationship is very good.
Chang Geng has never heard Sixteen speak in such a blunt tone.
He is sensitive by nature, he frowned deeply when he didn’t know.
Shen Yi tightened his teeth, realizing that Chang Geng was observing him, barely restraining his emotions, and smiled: “I’m a gaffe–but isn’t slandering the court just a snack after dinner? I just talk about it casually. “
Chang Geng noticed the embarrassment, so he switched the subject wisely, and asked: “Who will be in charge of Xuan Tie Camp during the ten years from the Northern Expedition to the Western Expedition?”
“Nobody cares,” Shen Yi said, “After the Northern Expedition, Xuantieying was silent for a while, walked, died to death, and there were few old people in the army, and most of them were discouraged. More than ten years have passed. The elite soldiers of that year had been replaced by a generation, and the equipment had not been replaced for many years, and they were all aging. It was not until the Western Regions rebellion a few years ago that the imperial court had no choice but to let Anding Hou be in danger and restart Xuantieying—not so much Gu Shuai. Taking over Xuantieying, it is better to say that he has re-ground a group of strong players in the Western Regions. If you have the opportunity, you can learn his current characters.”
Chang Geng was taken aback: “Did Mr. Shen see the words written by Anding Hou?”
Shen Yi laughed and said: “Although it is rare, one or two of them are occasionally released in the market, and they all claim to be authentic. Anyway, I can’t tell whether they are true or not.”
He said, blowing white air, bringing food to the table, Chang Geng winced forward to help, when he was passing by with Shen Sixteen with the porridge, but he was caught by the sick seedling. Shoulders.
Chang Geng grew up earlier than ordinary teenagers. Among his peers, he was taller, and even though he was still young, he was about to catch up with his little foster father. When he raised his head so slightly, he looked into Sixteen’s eyes.
Sixteen actually has a pair of typical peach eyes, which can only be seen when his eyes are drifting around in disarray, because when his eyes are concentrated, there is like a pair of misty abysses in those pupils. It’s so dark that people can’t see clearly.
Chang Geng felt another palpitation. He lowered his voice and deliberately called his seldom-used title: “Foster father, what’s wrong?”
Sixteen casually said: “Children’s family, don’t always think about being a hero, what will happen to a hero? As long as you eat and wear warmth for the rest of your life, and wake up, that will be the best day. , It doesn’t matter even if the constraints are idle.”
Shen Shishi often pretends to be deaf and dumb, and rarely speaks a few human words, but he opens his mouth and pours Chang Geng’s cold water.
He is half-deaf and half-blind disabled, naturally lacking in ambition and devoid of energy. But how can a young man listen to such frustrating remarks?
Chang Geng felt a little uncomfortable, because he felt as though he was underestimated, and he thought angrily: “You are all messing around with you, who will support your family in the future? Who will take care of your meals and clothes? I really don’t have a backache while standing. .”
He avoided Sixteen’s hand and said perfunctorily: “Don’t move around, be careful that the porridge burns you.”