Chapter 25 twenty four

In the history of the Guan family, there was a period when Da Chibao and You Tongfang united against Guan Xiaohe.Wen Ruoxia, who lives on the 6th, is Xiaowen's wife, the "culprit" who facilitated the cooperation of Mrs. Xi of the Guan family. Xiaowen was born in a mansion with garden pavilions on January 1st, the first year of the Republic of China.Every second of his childhood had been paid for in gold.Among his countless toys, one or two small gold ingots and small pots cut from a whole piece of emerald are not so unusual.If he had been born thirty or twenty years earlier, he would have inherited the title of first-class marquis, and would have gone to see the emperor in a sedan chair carrying eight people.How many pairs of beautiful domestic pigeons he has, fly in the blue sky like a flowing cloud at a fixed time every day.How many pairs of goldfish he has can wrap their long tails to their own heads, dancing in the tank with deep moss.How many pots of crickets he has, and every time he fights, he has to hand over a lot of wasted foreign money.He has a grasshopper as green as emeralds that flutters its wings and sings in winter, and is carried in his arms in an exquisitely carved small gourd; the lid of the gourd is inlaid with precious stones. ... He eats, drinks, plays, and laughs, as comfortably as a prince, without the constraints that a prince must.In addition to eating, drinking, playing, and laughing, he was often sick; living in gold is sometimes not very healthy.However, when he is sick, he can get more love and waste more money, and make sickness into a very interesting pastime; the sickness of the noble is often more enviable than the health of the poor.He was extremely clever, and except for his limited literacy because he was not very close to books, he became an expert in every game he played.When he was eight years old, he already knew how to sing several old operas, and his accent was very similar to that of Tan Jiaotian.At the age of ten, he already knew how to play the pipa and play the huqin—he was very good at playing the huqin.

In the last few decades of the Qing Dynasty, the life of banner people seemed to be spent in the art of life all day long, except for eating the rice provided by the Han people and spending the silver provided by the Han people.From the princes to the bannermen, they can all sing Erhuang, single strings, big drums, and tunes of the time.They will raise fish, raise birds, raise dogs, grow flowers, and fight crickets.Among them, some of them even write excellent calligraphy, or draw some landscapes, or compose some poems—at least they can even compose a few sets of quite humorous and melodious drum poems.Their pastime becomes an art of living.They do not have the strength to defend the territory and stabilize the political power, but they will make chickens, birds, fish and insects have the closest relationship with culture.They hid their heads under the covers when they heard the gunshots of the revolution, but their art of living is worth writing many valuable and interesting books.Even now, we can still see some gadgets in Beiping, such as pigeon bells, kites, snuff bottles, cricket jars, bird cages, and rabbits. If we look carefully, we can still see some of them. Diandianbanners spend the most effort in the smallest places.

Lord Wenhou is not a banner man.However, because of his title, he almost naturally inherited the bannerman's culture.If he hadn't been born in the first year of the Republic of China, maybe he would have become the most beautiful person in the palace, and he would have gotten the most lucrative job because he could sing and fight cockfights.Unfortunately, he was born on the first day of the founding of the Republic of China.His thoughts—if he has thoughts—tastes, living habits, and skills all belong to the former dynasty, and he only has two feet on the land of the Republic of China.The people of the Republic of China no longer served as slaves, so those palaces in Beiping, which used nanmu as pillars and glazed tiles, were sold within a few years because of the severance of old rice and silver ingots. Some were converted into private houses of warlords, and some were converted into schools. Some even demolished and sold the bricks and tiles for some rice noodles.The decline of the nobility is mostly like fresh mushrooms after the rain. Today it is still a huge thing, but tomorrow it will become some powder and die with the wind!Wen Hou Ye’s pavilions, pavilions, goldfish and white pigeons, when he was 13 or 14 years old, also became things for rice noodles along with the mansions of those princes.He didn't feel any sadness, but just felt that life was a bit inconvenient.He didn't buy those valuable things by himself, so he sold them with tears in his eyes.He didn't know how much those items were worth, and he didn't know how much rice noodles sold for a catty; he just felt that it would be fun to exchange those things for rice noodles.After many times of fun, he found that there was only one Huqin left beside him.

His wife, Wen Ruoxia, was already arranged for him by the family.Her family was not as big and wealthy as his, but it also suddenly declined, falling into the same situation as his.He and she had nothing left, but at the age of eighteen they had a small family that they had to buy a table from an onion.Why they were born in that family piled with gold is a mystery; why they suddenly become people without a single tile is a dream; they only know that their young couple are as beautiful as flowers, as long as there is a roof to replace them They cover the rain and dew, and they will be as happy as a pair of birds in spring.In their hearts, they don't know what state affairs are, and how many continents there are in the world.They don't miss the sadness of the past, and they don't worry about the worries of tomorrow. They have a meal today and they grasp today's life; after eating, they will sing in a low voice.Their singing can gradually provide them with some rice noodles, so they are carefree and happy, and use singing to maintain their lives.They have gone through the great changes of history, and live as ignorant as babies; their innocence brings them the greatest happiness.

Xiaowen—now, even he himself seems to have forgotten that he should be called Marquis—has gotten better after getting married. Although he is still very thin, he no longer suffers from frequent illnesses every day.He is short, with a small square face, two very long and thin eyebrows, and a pair of eyes that know good and bad. He has a lovely appearance and demeanor.When he went to the box office and to the cathedral, he always wore rather smart clothes, but he didn't look gangster at all.Usually, his clothes are very careless, not only can people not see that he is the Marquis, but also that he is a fancier.Whether he is dressed up or casually wearing old clothes, his demeanor is the same: he has no arrogance, nor low self-esteem, but is always so calm and natural, with his eyes level, and he walks leisurely. Slow pace.He is very polite to anyone; at the same time, he is never easy to curry favor with others.When the neighbors encountered difficulties and asked him for help, he would never shake his head, but would take out what he had.Therefore, even though the neighbors looked down on his profession, they still respected him quite a lot.

In appearance, Wen Ruoxia is a little thinner than her husband.However, in terms of energy, she is much stronger than him.She is Lin Daiyu in this alley.With a long face, a long neck, a short stature, and a slight waist, she does look a bit like Lin Daiyu.Her skin is very thin and fair, and her eyebrows and eyes are also very delicate.She walked very slowly, and always lowered her head, as if she was afraid of stepping on an insect.When she bowed her head and walked so timidly, no one could believe that she could perform on stage.However, when she was on the stage, her eyebrows were drawn very long and dark, and her eyes were stained with blue halo. She raised her face at the entrance of the stage and won everyone's favor; Add Ying Yu again.Her long face was covered with rouge, which was light and evenly moistened, from the cheek to the corner of the eye, like two peach petals with a bright light pink.She "has" a neck.Her water snake waist can just make her stretch and shrink, soft and hard.She walked extremely steadily, controlling the gongs and drums with light movements.She also sprints when necessary; instead of walking, she flies across the stage.She can sing Tsing Yi, but she is good at Hua Dan; her voice is not very loud, but sweet, with a thump.

In terms of singing, acting, and appearance, she has the qualifications to go to sea.However, she would rather be a fancier with a black pestle than take a class. She sings, and Xiaowen plays the piano for her.His huqin has no gimmicks, but the accent is extremely strict.If the experts still criticize Ruoxia's singing and composition, they all admire his huqin unanimously.With him, her not-so-large voice can effortlessly get the expected colorful voice.In terms of maintenance, Xiaowen's income is more than hers, because he doesn't need to buy clothes and clothes like her, and people often come to him to play tricks.

When the young couple first moved here, the young people in the alleys put more hair tonic on their hair—those who couldn't afford oil also sipped a little more water.If they have nothing to do, they walk twice in the alley, hoping to see "her".She doesn't come out very often.Even when she came out, she kept her head down so that they couldn't get close.After living there for a few months, all of them began to understand what this young couple was like, so they stopped putting oil on their hair.Everyone still felt her beauty, but they no longer harbored any malice. Guan Xiaohe came out the most for her.He not only met her in the alley, but also saw her play.It would be fine if she lived elsewhere; since he was a close neighbor, he felt that if he wanted to treat her coldly, he would almost neglect his duty.Besides, in terms of age, appearance, and skills, she is far superior to You Tongfang; if he doesn't care about her, wouldn't he be blind and blind?He knew that the young men in the neighborhood had oiled their hair, but he also knew that as soon as he stepped forward, they had no hope; teacher.On the other hand, although Xiaowen and his wife are not in danger of starvation, they are not rich; so, if he can often send over a pair or two of silk socks, he thinks he can get some bargains; With such an "economic" thing, if he didn't move forward, he wouldn't be able to feel sorry for himself.He decided to stretch his legs forward.

In the alleys and on the street, he met Ruoxia several times.He walked close to her, coughed softly, and winked at her a few times, but nothing worked.He changed his mind. Holding some simple gifts, he went directly to visit the new neighbors.Xiaowen and his wife live in two east rooms, the outer room is the living room, and the inner room is the bedroom; a clean white cloth curtain is hung on the door of the bedroom.There is almost nothing in the living room except for a coffee table and two or three small stools.Several sheets of silver flower paper on the wall have fallen off.There were two or three rattan sticks in the corner.This last item explains why the house is so simple—it is convenient for practicing martial arts.

Xiao Wen chatted with Mr. Guan in the living room.Mr. Guan knows "a little" Erhuang opera, which will be enough to be used in the social arena.He decided to talk about drama with Xiaowen.The person who dares to show his half-knowledge in front of experts is either the emperor, or a fool who is perhaps more confused than the emperor.Mr. Guan is not stupid.He has no skin or face. "Look, is it Gao Qingkui or Ma Lianhao?" Mr. Guan asked.Xiaowen asked in a very natural way: "What do you think?" Xiaowen's attitude was so natural that Guan Xiaohe would never suspect that he deliberately did not answer the question, or deliberately tried to test the customer's knowledge.No, no one doubted him.He is so natural, innocent.He is noble.When he was young, he consciously or unconsciously learned that he was not busy expressing his opinions, but could also keep people from being disgusted by his cunning with an extremely innocent and natural attitude.

Guan Xiaohe didn't know how to answer.For those two famous actors, he didn't know where they were strong and where they were short. "Wh—" He frowned slightly, "I'm afraid Gao Qingkui is better!" Afraid of making a mistake, he hurriedly added: "A little bit!" Xiao Wen didn't shake his head, nor nodded.He simply turned the page over and asked another question.If he shook his head, it might make Mr. Guan feel unhappy; if he nodded, he would not be reconciled.Therefore, he insisted on putting the problem on the ground, and went to talk about other things.When he was a child, his Marquis Mansion was a small society; there, he saw great figures—male and female—whose every wrinkle was made with the cunning and cleverness to win "the face of heaven".With more knowledge, he naturally learned a few tricks. He didn't show anything on his face, and he really didn't like Mr. Guan in his heart.After talking for a while, Xiaowen saw that the guest couldn't stop looking at the white curtain, and he called out, "Ruoxia! Mr. Guan is here!" It seemed that Mr. Guan was an old friend for many years. Mr. Guan's eyes were fixed on the curtain, and his heart couldn't help beating wildly.Very slowly, Ruoxia lifted the curtain, and then appeared on stage in a flash, as if on a stage.She was wearing a blue gown half the size, and a pair of white satin shoes; her face was only lightly patted with powder.As soon as she came out of the curtain, her face was facing the guest, and she looked at him innocently with generous eyes.Her casual attire made her look much shorter than on the stage, and her face was as gorgeous as it was on the stage, but the smooth skin and natural eyebrows and eyes made her younger and cuter.However, her voice seemed to be demonstrating for her.A very strong, very clear voice that anyone can understand. This is a generous, experienced voice, pleasant and not intrusive.This voice suddenly added ten years to her small long face. "Mr. Guan, please sit down!" Before Mr. Guan stood up, he sat down again.His mind was in turmoil.She was so pretty, but he didn't dare to look at her more.Her voice was nice, but he didn't want to listen to it more—not only was the voice not as charming as on the stage, but it was a bit soberly cold. Guan Xiaohe, before entering the young couple's room, thought that he would be welcomed by them both, because he believed very much that his status was much higher than both of them.Therefore, almost all of his prepared words are "downward": he will take care of them, and they should be grateful and grateful to him.He never expected that the demeanor of the two of them would be so naturally neither humble nor overbearing!He panicked a little!It is impossible to come up with the prepared words, and it is always easy to look stupid when looking for words temporarily. Whatever he talked about, the couple followed suit.However, no matter what they talk about, there is always a certain limit to the words and demeanor of the two of them.They don't go beyond this limit themselves, and they don't allow Guan Xiaohe to go past it.He is best at pretending to be crazy and foolishly "radical".Back then, when he asked You Tongfang out for dinner for the first time, he pretended to be crazy and kissed her on the mouth.Today, he can't use this skill. Quite a lot of people came to see Xiaowen and his wife.Some came to ask for help, some came to talk to Ruolu or learn opera from her, some came to chat with Xiao Wenqin, some... There were men and women, old and young among these people, they all seemed useless people, but society must have them if it is going to be a society.They have a use that is useless.They all seemed to know this, so they only nodded slightly to Mr. Guan when they came in, to show their own pride.When they left, they all said "goodbye" or "you sit down" without any more intimate expression.Mr. Guan sat for four hours.They talked about opera, practiced martial arts, or learned the piano, and they definitely didn't feel inconvenient because he was there.They seemed to be very calm, but also didn't seem to take Mr. Guan seriously.They sang as they rapped, and when they said they were drawing swords and guns, they picked up the rattan sticks standing in the corner.In addition to learning their skills or hanging their voices, they also talked and laughed.Nine out of ten of the things and people they mentioned were unknown to Mr. Guan.They have another society.They also have dirty words in their mouths, but they are used properly, because they are appropriate and healthy.Their actions were not as humble, casual, and messy as Mr. Guan imagined!He feels that everyone treats him too coldly.He wanted to say goodbye several times but couldn't bear to leave.After sitting for a while, he figured it out: everyone didn't treat him coldly, but he thought too highly of himself, thinking that everyone should show extra courtesy to him; Frosty.He understood this, and decided not only to sit there blankly, but to participate in their activities.At an appropriate opportunity, he told Xiaowen that he would also hum a couple of lines.He meant to teach Xiaowen to play the piano for him.Xiaowen didn't nod or shake his head, but put Mr. Guan's request aside.Although Mr. Guan is skinny and shameless, he can't help but feel stiff.He wanted to say goodbye again. At this moment, because there were too many people in the room, Xiao Wen rolled up the white curtain.Guan Xiaohe's eyes dazzled for a moment. The ceiling and walls inside are freshly plastered, clean and warm like a bridal chamber.The bed is made of steel wire.The few pieces of wood are all mahogany.Hanging on the wall are four or five clay-painted faces produced by famous actors, a photo of Tan Jiaotian's costume, and a very valuable landscape painting.When Xiaowen and his wife had to sleep on wooden boards and straw mats, they didn't cry because they didn't have a wire bed.However, once they have money in their hands, they know what is comfortable and elegant; they have known wire beds, mahogany tables and chairs, and expensive calligraphy and paintings since childhood. Guan Xiaohe was taken aback.The bedroom was both grander and more elegant than his own.At first, he stood at the door of the house and looked in.After a while, I went around the house pretending to look at the landscape painting carefully.After the tour, he sat on the edge of the bed and carefully looked at the embroidery on the pillow.He sat for another hour.During these last sixty minutes, he made a new discovery.He thought that Wen Ruoxia must have a side job, otherwise, how could she afford such furniture?He decided to lie on this bed so many times! The next day, he came to report early.Xiaowen and his wife didn't warmly welcome him, nor did they deliberately indifference him, they were still so inseparable, similar to yesterday.When it was time to eat, he invited them to a small restaurant, and they happened to be unable to accompany them because of a meeting. On the third day, Mr. Guan came earlier.Xiaowen and his wife still treated him equally.He couldn't deny that things didn't go well, but because of this, he couldn't relax a step.Here, even if everyone has nothing to say and is relatively dazed, he feels comfortable. Within three to five days, Da Chibao has already formed an alliance with You Tongfang.Da Chibao's natal family is very rich.At the beginning, if it wasn't for the money in her family that was always shining in Guan Xiaohe's heart, he would never have married her; before getting married, she had so many freckles on her face.After getting married, Da Chibao loves Guan Xiaohe very much - he is indeed a lovely romantic boy.At the same time, she was terrified. She felt that he hadn't given her all the romantic stuff—what if he had kept it for another woman!Therefore, her eyes and ears cast a net for Guan Xiaohe.When he followed her obediently, she knew how to love him, dress him up, and serve him, just like an old sister caring for her little brother.When she sees, or guesses, that he has an attempt to break out of the net, she will discipline him mercilessly, like a stepmother beating a son.It's a pity that she never gave birth to a boy baby for the Guan family.No matter how powerful she is, she can't tell the world loudly: It's right not to have a son!She has visited all the gynecological hospitals; she has gone to burn incense to all the gods who are in charge of giving birth to babies; but she can't stop Guan Xiaohe from marrying Xiao-his purpose is very upright, to give birth to a son Continue to cigarettes!She was tumbling, crying a bucket, declaring suicide for a while, and begging for a while... She tried her best, but she couldn't stop him from marrying You Tongfang. In doing this, Guan Xiaohe showed considerable courage and wisdom.In three days he had everything done; he gave a feast to his friends, and told them that he was marrying his concubine for the sake of a son.He rented a small north house in Nancheng as his second bridal chamber. The big red bag was in the bridal chamber before the people were asleep, so they led the people to steal the camp and rob the village.There wasn't much in the bridal chamber, but everything that was there was smashed to pieces.She gave You Tongfang a blow.Then, she hired a car and escorted Tongfang and Xiaohe home.She couldn't deny the existence of Tong Fang, but she had to teach Tong Fang to be a concubine under her nose.If possible, she would torture the little wife to death! Fortunately, Tongfang established a stable position and responded vigorously to every attack of Da Chibao.In this way, although Da Chibao and You Tongfang quarreled when they had the opportunity, they secretly gave each other thumbs up, and Tongfang's life and livelihood were quite guaranteed. Guan Xiaohe runs to Wen's house every day, turning two enemies, Da Chibao and You Tongfang, into allies.Da Chibao decided not to allow her husband to get another wild woman.As for Tong Fang, since she failed to give birth to a son for Xiaohe, and her age was getting older day by day, if Xiaohe really came to another family, her future would be very bleak.The two of them joined forces.Tong Fang decided not to say anything, but asked Da Chi Bao to be the plenipotentiary representative.Da Chibao said right away: "Xiaohe! Please don't go to No. 6 again! You have to go, Tongfang and I have already discussed that we will break your legs and make you crippled. The two of us would rather feed you and serve you!" Xiaohe wanted to refute a few words, saying that he went to Wen's house just to learn a few operas and had no other intentions. The big red bag forbade him to speak. "Now, your legs are still fine. If you want to go, just go! But after you've been there, your legs...you can do whatever I say!" Her voice was quite low, but her face was pale Yes, it fully demonstrated the determination and courage to kill people immediately. Xiaohe originally wanted to fight her, but several times when he wanted to raise his legs out, he thought of his wife's angry face, so he retracted his legs. Tongfang visited Ruoxia once.She thought: Her own status and Wen Ruoxia's status can be said to be the same.Then she could use the same connections in this profession—a drummer and a fangirl—to say a few frank words that worked. Tong Fang spoke out quite painfully.Ruoxia didn't express anything, but just said lightly: "If he comes, I can't drive him out; if he doesn't come, I will never send a post to invite him." After finishing speaking, she smiled cutely A small sound. Tong Fang is not very satisfied with Ruoxia's answer.She originally thought that Ruoxia would agree to not allow Guan Xiaohe to come in again.Since Ruoxia didn't make such a firm statement, Tongfang thought that Ruoxia really had some feelings for Xiaohe.She didn't dare to get angry with Ruoxia immediately, but when she got home, she decided to take turns standing guard in the gate with Da Chibao, monitoring Xiaohe's comings and goings. Xiaohe couldn't escape the eyes of the surveillance post.He had no choice but to pay attention to find out when and where Ruoxia sang a cappella or color song, so that he could join in the show, and hoped to go backstage to see her and ask her to have dinner or something.He saw her play, but she didn't give him a look from the stage.He went to the backstage to ask her out, and for some reason, she disappeared! Soon, this point was only for the secret work of "knowing from the heart", and it was seen through by the big red envelopes again.So, just now, Mr. Guan sat down in the theater, and the two wives also sat down immediately; Mr. Guan just shouted hello desperately, and welcome Ruoxia to the stage. I don’t know why his ears were pulled at the same time. He couldn't tell who dragged him out of the theater without wiping his feet.After walking carelessly for dozens of steps, he finally realized that he was a captive of the two wives. From then on, although Xiaohe didn't give up, she obeyed her wife's words on the surface, and didn't even dare to look at number six. After the Japanese soldiers entered the city, he was very "concerned" about Xiaowen and his wife.It’s true that there are mahogany tables and chairs in the house of Xiaowen and his wife, but the theater and a cappella place are closed, and there will be absolutely no church meetings, so they will probably starve right away!He wanted to send them a little rice or a few dollars.However, if you go secretly, it will cause tongues; explain it to your wife, she will definitely not believe that he has any "good" intentions.The more he cares about the Wen family, the more he pities himself for losing his credibility and dignity in the family! Now, he has noticed the Xinmin Association, and also found out that the parade celebrating the fall of Baoding was hosted by the Xinmin Association, and the Xinmin Association has mobilized all walks of life to participate in the parade.The so-called members of the various associations are people's organizations who go to Jinding Miaofeng Mountain or Nanding Niangniang Temple and other incense festivals to open the way to perform incense, lions, five tiger sticks, playing flower beds, boxing officials①, Yangko and other units.In recent years, due to the decline of people's livelihood, the abolition of superstition, and the change of entertainment habits, these "meetings" seem to have disappeared in Beijing.In the four or five years before the Anti-Japanese War, these almost forgotten folk arts were discovered by the army and re-practiced. The place where they were performed did not need to be an incense ceremony, and the purpose of the performance was often changed from worship to competition. .Many old people can't stop sighing when they see these stalls and toys, thinking of the times of peace.Many superficial youth thought it was another retro phenomenon and started cursing them. Xinmin will think of them, firstly because such associations are organized by various industries; then, having them is almost like having public opinion; secondly, because this is not a track and field competition or those Western games of wrestling, but authentic Chinese Things will surely please the Japanese who want to use Chinese methods to destroy China. Guan Xiaohe got his wife's permission to go to No. 6 this time.He was looking for Master Liu, a shed builder.Playing too big a lion and a young lion is an amateur skill of the shed craftsmen.When several "clubs" are walking together and encounter bridges, the lions and lions must perform extremely dangerous and skillful tricks such as "absorbing water".Only those who are used to climbing ladders can practice lions.Master Liu is a famous lion juggler. Guan Xiaohe didn't come to invite Master Liu to perform skills for others, but planned to "give" Xinminhui one or two games by himself.No matter how well the Xinmin Association is mobilized, as long as he can send one or two groups of people there, he will definitely be able to attract the attention of the association.He has approached a journalist to do some publicity for him. Just outside the door of No. 6, his heart was already beating a little.Entering the courtyard, he would like to shoot into the east room like a rocket.However, he braked hard on the brakes in his heart, and walked towards the north cabin. "Master Liu is at home?" He asked softly. Master Liu's stature is not tall, but because of the strength in his whole body, he seems to be very tall.He was nearly forty years old, and there were no wrinkles on his face.His complexion is quite dark, so the white eyes and a set of neat teeth are particularly white.A person with white and shining teeth, like Master Liu, is the easiest to show vigor and health.Round face, without any flesh, with sharp edges and corners shining everywhere. Hearing someone yelling outside the house, he came out to meet him as vigorously and briskly as a leopard.He was ready to smile a little, and the edges and corners and the light on his face were softened a little because of this.When he saw it clearly, Guan Xiaohe was standing outside the door, his smile suddenly disappeared, and his face immediately became very dark and hard. "Hey, Mr. Guan!" He blocked the guests under the steps, expressing that he had something to say in person, and he didn't need to go into the house.It is true that his room is very narrow and it is not easy to entertain distinguished guests, but if the guest is not Guan Xiaohe, he will never shirk his obligation to give up his seat and serve tea.Mr. Guan didn't accept Master Liu's hint, and wanted to go into the house in a big way.Compared with people of higher status, he regards other people's farts as hints; compared with people lower than him, hints are equal to farts. "Is there something wrong? Mr. Guan!" Master Liu still blocked the guests with his body. "What if——let's go to the teahouse, shall we? The room is too ugly!" He thought that Mr. Guan would not be able to understand what he meant, so he moved away a little——what does it look like to always block the guests? What about. Mr. Guan didn't seem to hear Master Liu's words at all. "Boring", if you explain it in detail, it means that you are neither afraid of wasting your energy in vain, nor afraid of being disgusted by others.Mr. Guan's specialty in life is boredom.Seeing Master Liu dodge a little, he stretched out his hand to pull the door.Master Liu's face sank. "I said, Mr. Guan, it's not very convenient in the room, so let's talk here if you have anything to say!" Seeing that Master Liu's expression was not right, Mr. Guan remembered: He is here today to invite someone to help, so it seems that he shouldn't be too rude.He smiled, expressing that he was not annoyed by Master Liu's impoliteness.Then, he called out "Master Liu" very sweetly, and the tone was quite like that of Xiao Dan on the stage. "I beg you to help me!" "Say it, Mr. Crown!" "No!" Xiaohe winked. "No! You have to promise me first!" "I understand if you don't tell me, I can't nod!" Master Liu said firmly. "However, once we start talking, the conversation is very long, and we don't have a place—" Xiaohe glanced around, and felt that this place was really not the place to talk. "It doesn't matter! We are rough people who handle things, talk in a few words, be quick and easy, and don't pick places!" Master Liu said with his white teeth flashing, his face was ugly. "Master Liu, you know," Mr. Guan looked around again and lowered his voice, "Baoding...isn't there going to be a big parade?" "Ouch!" Master Liu suddenly laughed, a very ugly smile. "Are you here to invite me to play with a lion?" "Hold down!" Mr. Guan began to be a little anxious. "How did you guess?" "They already asked me out!" "Who?" "What kind of people's association!" "vomit!" "I told them, I can't play tricks for the Japanese! My hometown is in Baoding, and my ancestral grave is in Baoding! I can't celebrate the fall of Baoding!" Guan Xiaohe was stunned for a while, then suddenly smiled charmingly: "Master Liu, if you don't help them, can you show me some face? We are old friends!" After finishing speaking, he frowned and looked at Liu Master, in order to add some inspiration. "Even if my father came to call me, I can't play lions for the Japanese!" After finishing speaking, Master Liu opened the door of the room, walked in proudly and majestically. Mr. Guan is so angry!He wished he could chase him into the house and beat up Carpenter Liu Peng!However, he didn't dare to attack; in terms of strength, Master Liu could beat four or five people like him; in terms of reason, even though he hated Master Liu, he couldn't assign a suitable crime.He stood there blankly, very stiff and flustered!Xiaowen came from the outside, very peaceful and natural. Mr. Guan was very quick-witted, and hurriedly pushed the door of Master Liu's room twice, "No! No!" His voice was full of sincerity and anxiety, and it seemed that Master Liu had to obey. Xiaowen saw Mr. Guan's movements, and seemed to hear Master Liu saying in the room: "Then, I really won't give it away!" A smile appeared on his small square face, and he was ready to talk to Mr. Guan. "Mr. Wen! Why did you go?" Mr. Guan greeted affectionately.Xiaowen smiled generously, raised his left hand, and taught Mr. Guan to see: "I just came back from the pawn shop!" Mr. Guan saw clearly that he was clutching a pawn ticket in his hand.He wanted to use this pawn ticket to express his concern for Wen Zhai and his willingness to help.However, Xiaowen's air is neither ashamed of Dangdang, nor does he seem to feel any terrible oppression in life.He showed Mr. Guan the banknote, it seemed that it was purely for fun and innocent, and he didn't mean to beg for mercy from him at all.Looking at Xiaowen, Mr. Guan couldn't decide how to open his mouth.He froze for a moment, but Xiaowen somehow smiled, nodded, and avoided it.He stood alone in the courtyard for the second time. He is even more angry!He originally wanted to strike up a conversation and walk into the east room with Xiaowen to see Ruoxia - it would be worth getting scolded at home if he could get closer to her one more time!Xiaowen's slipping away like this made him feel embarrassed to take big strides to catch up - people's actions are similar to those on the stage, if you lose a board, you will be completely confused.He walked out with his head down. Look!Who is standing under the big locust tree?Qi Ruifeng! As soon as Mr. Guan's eyes saw Ruifeng's little dry face, his heart felt like a bang. He was so happy that he saw a little bit of himself in this small dry face; it was like a child seeing his own mother. , he rushed over. Ruifeng watched the little girl play - he has no children himself, so he really loves his nieces and nieces.Between Xiao Shun'er and Niuzi, he had a special fondness for Niuzi; somehow a boy would easily arouse the feeling of "offspring cigarettes", and would inevitably be a little jealous; girls didn't seem to have this effect.For the honor of leading the parade, he was very happy today, so he brought Niuzi outside to play; if he met a candy seller, he had already decided to give Niuzi five cents and teach her to choose a few pieces of candy by herself. Without waiting for Mr. Guan to ask, he told Lan Dongyang and the parade in detail.He was very proud, and he knelt when he spoke, as if to show that he was taller in stature and status. Mr. Guan was a little jealous.A mind as small as the tip of a pin, if it can't even envy, it won't beat.However, it was inconvenient for him to express his jealousy.He smiled reluctantly, very hard, but not much.He took Ruifeng's hand: "Can I meet this Mr. Lan Dongyang? Uh, why don't I invite him to dinner, okay? You and your wife will accompany you!" Ruifeng's heart bloomed a big flower.Please eat is his truth, kindness and beauty!However, he dared not promise anything for Mr. Dongyang.In terms of the actual situation, he can't make decisions for Dongyang; when it comes to acting, he also has to think about it, so as to show his own importance. "It must be done like this!" Mr. Guan didn't allow Ruifeng to hesitate any longer. "你劳驾跑一趟吧，我马上就去备一份儿帖子！好在，就是他今天不能来，你和他商定一个时间好啦！" 瑞丰受了感动。他也想由心的最深处掏出一点什么来，还敬给冠先生。想了一会儿，他心里冒出来一串"呕！呕！呕！"他想起来了： "冠先生！东阳先生还没结过婚！你不是嘱托过我，给大小姐留点心？" "是呀！那就更好啦！他是学——" "文学的！手底下很硬！啊——硬得很！" "好极了！高第看过好多本小说！我想，她既喜爱文学，就必也喜爱文学家！这件事么——好得很！" 大槐树下两张最快活的脸，在一块儿笑了好几分钟，而后依依不舍的分开——一个进了三号，一个进到五号。