Chapter 26 Chapter Twenty Six

Wangyou Tea House suddenly entered a chaotic period. This period did not last long, but the discussions of later generations have lasted for a long time.In such a narrative, tea, the ubiquitous and pervasive subject of life on which the Hang family depended, seems to have disappeared.Has it retired, dissipated, or been squeezed out?No one cared about it, and people focused their attention on the new generation of the Hang family.And in the new generation, people turned their attention to the second young master Hang Jiaping. The second young master, Hang Jiaping, is the "devil king of the world" of Wangyou Tea House, an uncoordinated troublemaker, a rebellious son and grandson of a gentle and elegant family of Confucian merchants in the south of the Yangtze River.The second young master, Hang Jiaping, learned to drink alcohol in the north, so what he exudes from him is no longer the elegance and diluted fragrance of tea.He is strong, impassioned, speaks eloquently, and his heart surges higher and higher; he is extreme, pious, and full of enthusiasm, looking everywhere for places where he can dedicate himself.He doesn't listen to any topics related to tea, thinking that doing business has nothing to do with his longing for faith.He was planning to return to Beijing, but his family found that Jiaping, whom he had not seen for several years, had become so lawless and uncontrollable, and he was worried about causing trouble to the guest, so he decided to keep him at home to study.However, after Jiaping transferred to Zhejiang No. 1 Normal School, he did not study any books at all. He was thinking all day about how to get closer to the working people and save them from suffering.So although he didn't study hard, he sold his mimeograph tabloid on campus for a while, mainly written by him and his half-brother Hang Jiahe.The small application is "Wangyou", which is what my brother insisted on. He said that only in this way can he obtain funds for running the newspaper from his family.Hang Jiaping advocated a variety of ideas in Wangyou, including social Darwinism, syndicalism, nationalism, and socialism.But his greatest ardor was anarchism, which suited his passion for smashing the Old World.

"What is anarchism?" Hang Jiahe, who had just heard the title of this doctrine, felt very fresh. "All power is evil, absolute liberty of the individual, against all government and all authority, against the existence of a state, against conspiracy, assassination, insurrection, against the establishment of any political power—this is anarchism." "Isn't that lawless?" "It's lawlessness!" Jiaping asked again, "What doctrine do you believe in?" "I believe in Tao Yuanming's Taohuayuan life. If you want to talk about doctrine, it is Tao Yuanming doctrine."

"I don't know there is a Han Dynasty, regardless of the Wei and Jin Dynasties, Tao Yuanming's doctrine is anarchism." Jiaping said firmly. Jiahe was taken aback, and even made a fuss for a long time, saying that Tao Yuanming's doctrine was anarchism.But after all, he is young, his brain turns sharply, and he is quick to accept new things.Besides, Hang Jiahe at this moment has been completely conquered by his younger brother Hang Jiaping.At his age, thinking, as long as it is powerful, destructive, rebellious, deafening and sensational, it must be bright, free, scientific and progressive.So Hang Jiahe immediately surrendered to anarchism almost without thinking.In order to show his practical courage, he followed Jiaping's suggestion: because anarchism advocates the abolition of blood relationship, the first major thing they have to do is to drop the "no" of the anti-surname.

The courage and boldness they followed shocked the inside and outside. Throughout the summer of 1919, Wangyou Tea House and Loufu were stunned by Jia and his brothers and sisters.On the one hand, they do not allow their tea houses to sell tea; on the other hand, they sincerely spend their little money to invite the so-called "working class" such as Wen Luo to go to the West Lake to forget about the tea. Worry teahouse to drink tea. The "working class" were very angry and said, "Stop fooling around, this year's spring tea is still not allowed to be sold, are you still from the Hang family?"

"We are no longer from the Hang family. None of us. We have no one." The "working class" at Wangyou Tea House really couldn't understand a word they said, but they didn't care.It is said that they drove all the servants in the family to visit the West Lake, let their mother Shen Lvai cook, and sent a pair of buckets to their father Hang Tianzui who was sitting in the meditation room.Hang Tianzui rolled his eyes at them, and then went to Lingyin Temple, where he tasted tea, enjoying tea and meditation, and calming his mind.But his sons and daughters were very enthusiastic. They, including the little girl Jiacao, all ran to the waiter in Wangyou Teahouse and worked as the second tea doctor in the shop.They let the poor sit in the tea house for free, causing a sensation in the whole city.For a while, beggars from all over the world swarmed in, the stench was suffocating, and the ground was full of filth, which scared the old tea drinkers away.Lin Ruchang, the owner of the teahouse, is old and has been struggling to manage the business. He tried his best to support it. Seeing a group of young masters and ladies ruining the family business, he ran to Yangbatou panting to file a complaint.

Unexpectedly, the whole situation of Wangyoulou Mansion in Yangbatou is even worse than that of a tea house. Jiaping opened the back door, and a group of little beggars from south to north occupied a huge back garden.Jia Cao is directing them to take a bath in the pond where goldfish and water lilies used to be raised.Jiahe arranged floor beds for them in the wing room, and they planned to build an orphanage to practice their anarchist ideals. Jiaping ran to his father's meditation room and opened his palms: "Comrade Tianzui, please give me some money, not too much, just enough for us to open an orphanage."

Tianzui took Zhuangzi's "A Happy Journey" in his hand, and after being dumbfounded for a long time, he said, "Don't talk to me, go find your mother!" "Comrade Lv Ai has to be approved by you, otherwise she won't give it." "What do you call your mother?" "Anarchists are gays and no parents." Hang Tian stood drunk for a while.He felt angry and absurd and bewildered.No one taught him what to do?Unless Zhao Zhike is present.He didn't feel that the behavior of his sons was so rebellious. In terms of moral rebellion, he and his sons were at least in the same direction.But he needs quietness and peace of mind, and he also needs a comfortable and gradually regular life, which is a complete reaction to his previous career of filming opium.In the past, Hang Tianzui always hated a regular life, but after reaching middle age, he felt that this kind of quiet life nourished him, and he desperately needed such a pure and natural way of life.As for society, he has his back to it, and the voices of society, whether cheering or protesting, are not decisive for the salvation of his personal soul.It can be said that at this time Hang Tianzui, the single-plank bridge to the society has been removed.Across the abyss, he watched with his dream eyes the noise and commotion on the other side.He also couldn't find the language to talk to his sons.If he used his own language, his sons could not understand it at all, and if he used their language, he could not use it at all. "Let's go have some tea." He remembered the words of Monk Zhaozhou, which was his attempt to treat life in a suspended way.He suddenly discovered that he had a new understanding of the "tea" that he had been immersed in since he was a child.It turns out that no matter you encounter thousands of troubles, you only need to drink tea and it will be over.He was relieved that he had entered the Buddhist tea meditation, and there was a bit of joy on his face.

"I went to have tea." "What about the money for the orphanage?" "I went to have tea." "Go and eat after you give the money." "I went to have tea..." "You can't go now. You see you are always drinking tea, and you don't care about many things—" The conversation between father and son was not able to proceed, they were both interrupted by the sudden scream of mother Luai.The scene that followed was really thrilling. I saw a beggar in shabby clothes going up and down the courtyard and the walls of Wangyoulou Mansion, running like flying, holding tightly in his hand the Zhao Jike that he gave to Hangzhou. Tianzui Mansheng Pot.Behind her, Lu Ai was chasing after her with a kitchen knife, yelling and her hair was loose, just like a servant girl under a stove; The beggars chased after him, and behind them, Jiahe and Jiacao chased away in panic and didn't know what to do. "What's going on? What's going on?" Jiaping grabbed his "comrade Green Love" and asked.Shen Lv'ai was also really mad with anger, she didn't have the slightest charm of the proprietress, she pointed at Jiaping and scolded: "You are a living newspaper, what else do I not follow you? Let you go to heaven and earth at home. Thousands of years No, no, no, no, you brought these beggars into your home. How could you save thousands of people by yourself? Look at what they did! I was cutting vegetables, and this guy was holding a pot. When I entered the kitchen, I asked for some water to drink. I was shocked when I saw it. Isn’t that a Mansheng pot? It’s okay? up.Looking at it again, that guy is really amazing, holding this pot, he went to the room.

In fact, this kid didn't mean to make trouble, he didn't know there were slow (many) pots and fast pots in the world, he was frightened by the kitchen knife in Lu Ai's hand, and that's why he went to the room.The people below used all kinds of tricks, but they couldn't get him down.Lu Ai threw away the knife and exchanged silver dollars, and Jiaping used his anarchist theory. Get that kid out of the room.When Hang Tianzui encountered such a thing, he was even more helpless. He was helpless with the beggars, but he continued to sneer at his relatives. As a result, things became very strange. Hang Tianzui sneered and mocked his family members.People who didn't know the reason really thought that he was in the same class position as the beggars, and wished he could go to the house with that child.

As night fell, the sky cut out the silhouette of the beggar holding the Mansheng pot, making him look more like a lonely hero.The people below spoke exhaustedly, and they were all speechless.Up and down the room, staring with big eyes and small eyes, not knowing what to do. Suddenly the child heard the call, their own voices, from outside the deep house compound.The beggar sat tall and looked far away. It turned out that his "orphanage" friends had moved outside the courtyard and were calling him out. I also saw Jiahe coming out to clean up the mess.It turned out that Jiahe, who was careful and resourceful, figured it out for a long time and finally found a breakthrough: this frightened and silly child could hear nothing but the voice of his own kind.Looks like their first anarchist practice had to go bankrupt because the kids didn't trust them at all and didn't know what they were doing with his OJ in the compound, or they thought People are human traffickers, wash them, feed them and sell them.

As a result, Jiahe did not ask Jiaping for instructions on this matter for the first time. He opened the back garden door, and these beggars left wherever they came from.They were happy and relieved. They spent the day hanging out in the back garden, and at night they began to miss their wandering life.In the West Lake in summer, under the six-suspension bridge is their house, and they don't care about the "orphanage"! Jiahe seemed to have a heart-to-heart connection with those children. He asked the family members to go back to their rooms to do their own work, and then he waited for the child to come down alone.Jiahe was born with a kind of tea-like affinity, which made people 01 put no defenses against him; he also had a sense of security, and looked like an equal to others, unlike Jiaping who had the spirit of a savior and the aggressive attitude of a judge.In short, the final result is that the beggars scattered and returned to the wandering kingdom.And the Mansheng Pot, which had been frightened, was put back on the Zen table in Huamu Shenfang without any harm.The hall was brightly lit, and the proprietress Shen Lv'ai was reorganizing and tidying up the rivers and mountains.That's enough, the nonsense is over here, and people go to drink tea under the water, so the absurd thing will stop here.Everyone is in position, what to do.Although it didn't take long to toss around, everyone had a kind of reunion after a long absence, and everyone chewed the word "tea" over and over in their mouths.Everyone felt that it was neglected this summer, and everyone felt a sense of guilt.But it doesn't matter, it will be normal tomorrow.No one objected to returning to Qingdao, and no one objected to boycotting Japanese goods.But tea belongs to the Chinese people. To buy tea and to sell tea are the two basic principles for the survival of Wangyou Tea House.In the past, everyone allowed Jiaping to mess around for the sake of the proprietress, but now that the proprietress has spoken, who is afraid of the newborn calf?The Spring Festival of that year was a very lonely festival in Jiaping.Prior to this, some of his comrades went north one after another in search of a new life.Because of the family's financial control, he was unable to move a single step, living in panic at home, like a bereaved dog. In normal times, Jiahe is more lonely and less intense.It cannot be said that he has no feelings for the loss of this winter, we can only say that he has a relatively strong tolerance for loss.In his view, life is so dull, and dullness is the way of life that we mainly feel in our life.Not dull, but a beautiful respite between dull ones. So it is not unbearable for him to be bored with himself, but what makes him more and more unbearable is the state of his younger brother Jiaping.The look of his younger brother who couldn't bear the depression made him feel uneasy.The key is that he understands Jiaping very well, he even understands to the point of synaesthesia.He too had insomnia, and he was cranky from having nothing to do.He knew that if it wasn't for Jiaping, he wouldn't be like this. He was rushed out by Jiaping.In order to calm Jiaping's impatience, he once suggested that Jiaping go to Hupao Temple with him to visit Master Hongyi, that is, Li Shutong, the first teacher who had never taught them.Jiaping has always been very interested in this kind of unconventional behavior. In his view, all unconventional behaviors are also rebellious behaviors, and the manifestation of his current life is rebellion.He has stopped talking to his parents, walking in and out with a face as tense as a drum skin, Lu Ai is helpless with this precious son.She didn't understand why her son became more and more like a stranger after being raised until he was seventeen or eighteen years old. It is said that Jiaping and Jiahe really went to Hupao Temple. They circled around the gable outside the temple several times.The mountain wind passed by the mountain temple, the wind blows and the grass moves, the Sanskrit sounds are silent, and there is a great silence.Jiahe thought that Master Hongyi would not walk out of such silence.Jiaping was getting impatient, he thought that the detachment and serenity in the mountains was nothing more than that, and not eating the fireworks of the world might not be able to bring people any way out.But he didn't want to make things difficult for Jiahe either. He still loved his elder brother Jiahe from the bottom of his heart, and he also regarded him as his close rebellious comrade-in-arms. In the end, Jiahe was tortured by his own indecision and finally lost the battle. They descended the mountain dejectedly in the evening dew.Unexpectedly, there was a light rain in the sky again, and I was walking on the ground in the sad rainy alleys of Hangzhou. Without lilacs, it would be enough to worry people to death.The thick black hair of the little brothers is covered with small water beads, they look at each other, and I look at each other. Tea is such a strange thing that you can never figure it out. He followed Jiahe and chattered, proudly desolate: "When your grandpa Chaqing was around, if you stood in this corridor, there were a hundred or so people, and they didn't dare to make a sound. He walked Slowly, slowly, as if floating on water; suddenly, suddenly, like an arrow, it shot over. Jiahe, you must come to this place often." "why?" "Uncle Cha Qing's spirit is floating here. He is unwilling to die." "why?" Jiahe turned around and covered his mouth in fear of being so startled——Jiahe's expression of turning his face sideways and winking with a sideways look was so similar to that of the dead man! Seeing the surprised expressions of the old family members, Jiahe touched his face in puzzlement, a layer of childish doubts attached to his face.Zuo Bo heaved a sigh of relief, the present face reassured him.Many years have passed, and he is still afraid of that face with green eyes.In Wangyou Tea House, Wu Chaqing's soul is still looming between the beams and pillars. At such a time, Jiaping's yelling dispelled the spirit that refused to leave. He held a letter in his hand and shouted angrily: "The school...has a letter, and the principal...was dismissed." Let's go, let's go, the students are all going to school..." Without saying a word, Jiahe followed Jiaping and ran away.Holding Bomu in a daze, he watched the two young masters run away without a trace, and now he was the only one left in the empty place.He was stunned for a long time, and bowed to the air: "Uncle Cha Qing, I know you are worried, you can't go away, you are staring at us. Uncle Cha Qing, we really don't know what to do. Uncle Cha Qing, Please bless us..." The "First Division" after the May Fourth Movement in 1919 was the enemy of the Department of Education and Gishen 01.Jing Hengyi, the principal, was as radical as Jiaping, so he was nicknamed "Jing Dutou". Jing Hengyi's first crime is to waste holes.In fact, it is very simple to talk about the waste of Confucianism. The school goes to the Confucian Temple Fair every year to worship Confucianism, which is called the "Ding Sacrifice Ceremony". Accompanying priests, after May 4th, the old and young of the Qing Dynasty were thinking, whether you will come to Jing Hengyi or not? Jing Hengyi didn't come, so he made an excuse and went to Shanxi for a meeting. , Sowed the root of disaster for the future movement. Jing Hengyi's other crime is to support the "Four King Kong" to engage in educational revolution.The Four Great Vajras: Xia Gaizun, Chen Wangdao, Liu Dabai, and Li Cijiu. The literary revolution before the May Fourth Movement can be said to have preceded the cultural revolution, and the literary revolution began with the revolution in classical Chinese. Changing the teaching of classical Chinese to mandarin was originally a part of the education reform of the first division.The Confucian classics teacher thought that "the collection of classics and history not only tortured the students, but also made a mistake in life", so he abolished the study of classics and hired Xia, Chen, Liu, and Li as the chief teachers of Chinese literature.At the time when "Zhihuzheye" was flying all over the sky, it was like a barefoot shorts rushing into a pile of long gowns. Hiring the Four Great King Kongs planted the second bane of the Apostasy Movement. Jing Hengyi's third crime is to "accept" Shi Cuntong's non-filial piety. This red-haired and green-browed "non-filial piety" was published in the student publication "Zhejiang Xinchao" and was called a scourge by those who were sanctimonious. Unequal "filial piety" nothing more.It turned out that Shi Cuntong's mother was seriously ill. He rushed back to his hometown in Jinhua to see that there was no one to treat or take care of him.The family would rather spend the money on praying for gods and ghosts to make shrouds than to make her an extra bed and quilt to wear, saying: "It's important to be alive, she will die sooner or later anyway." Shi Cuntong begged his father repeatedly, but his father would not reason.Shi Cuntong couldn't sleep for two nights, thinking: Am I a filial son, or am I not a filial son? Am I at home, or back to school? Can I be a filial son? Should I be equally filial to my father?Is filial piety the same without conflict?How can I be filial?Is it beneficial for my parents to be a filial son? Am I considered a filial son when I see my mother die at home? Can I stand it?Wouldn't I die before my mother?If I die, what good will it do for my mother? Shi Cuntong finally became unfilial. Three days later, he "abandoned his dying mother with tears in his eyes and resolutely returned to school halfway", and wrote the article "Unfilial". A month after the article was published, my mother died. Shi Cuntong is not filial, he is not the ancestor of the authorities, Qi Yaoshan, governor of Jilin, who is nicknamed "Liu Lidan", and Xia Jingguan, director of the education department, jumped on their feet.While sealing up "Zhejiang Xinchao", they instigated the congressmen to throw out the case of "investigation and handling". Shen Lucun actually played a key role in the process. He slandered the Four King Kong for being ignorant and dismissed Jing Hengyi as the principal. The trend of the first division was set off during the winter vacation in February 1920. On February 10th, 15th, and 19th, Xu Baimin and Xuan Zhonghua, students of the First Division, sent three letters in succession to the students who were on winter vacation at home, informing the teachers of the scriptures that they had been expelled, and said that the future of our school was greatly related to the resignation of the principal. , has a lot to do with Zhejiang culture.Rather Stick to your guns.From then on, the prelude to the "one teacher's trend" was opened with the call of "pulling scriptures and protecting schools". On March 13, more than 200 students arrived at the school, and the two brothers Jiahe and Jiaping were naturally the backbone.The alumni meeting unanimously passed a resolution: to maintain the cultural movement, to persevere to the end, no one is allowed to commit atrocities; no one is allowed to leave the school until the school affairs are properly resolved; if the purpose of studying abroad is not achieved, unanimous sacrifice-…· On the morning of March 29, more than 500 military and police surrounded the first division, claiming that the governor had ordered the students to be sent home.The scholar met the soldiers, and the soldiers dragged the scholar out. More than 300 students quickly sat around on the playground, and the crowd was furious and shouted one after another. Outside the wall, all the students mobilized by the Hangzhou Student Union, including Fang Xi’an and her female classmates, carried bread baskets and threw steamed buns from the wall into the wall. Sacrifice for the new culture, and don't want to be a man in the underworld!" Fang Xisha's eyes were filled with tears at the moment, and he couldn't control himself. While throwing food into it, he shouted, "What crime did our students commit? You policemen abused them like this!" Fang Xileng, Miss Fang's voice was fine if she didn't shout, but when she shouted, it was like cracking a piece of silk, causing passers-by to stop in their tracks.It was a coincidence that at this time, Ms. Fang's father, Fang Boping, who worked in the Department of Justice, also rushed to the scene to deal with the escalating situation. Unexpectedly, the students of the first division hadn't started to deal with it, but they had to start to deal with it first. own daughter.He was originally Xia Jingguan's classmate, and he held an important position in the government department, and he was also dissatisfied with Jing Hengyi's unconventional behavior. When he saw his daughter standing in the opposite direction, he was angry, anxious, and afraid to scream, and left without a word. Going closer, he grabbed his daughter's hand throwing the steamed bun and said, "Go back!" Unexpectedly, in broad daylight, my daughter seemed to be a different person and said, "Don't go!" "Do you dare to talk back?" "Everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the country!" The daughter broke free from her father's hand and rushed to the gate of the First Division. At this time, the playground of the First Division was in great chaos. More than 500 police officers rushed towards the students and surrounded them. The police chief shouted loudly: "The governor has made up his mind. If we don't leave, we will attack." With one order, hundreds of police officers rushed towards the students.At this time, a young man wearing a white scarf rushed out suddenly and shouted: "Whoever dares to take a step forward, I will fight him!" All the blood on Miss Fang Xileng's body rushed to the top of her head at once!Isn't that the young master of the Hang family who I saw at Wangyou Tea House in the first half of the year?See how heroic he is, how heroic he is! However, the blood on Miss Fang's head rushed to her feet again, because he saw a group of policemen frantically rushing towards her hero.But instead of running, he strode forward, pulled out the sheriff's knife and put it on his neck, shouting: "Students, the time has come to kill yourself!" He actually wanted to cut his own neck with a knife, and Miss Fang screamed in fright. With this cry, the knife hesitated for a moment, and was immediately snatched away.Miss Fang was covered in cold sweat, and she sat slumped on the ground. At this time, students from the middle school in Hangzhou, carrying their blankets on their backs, entered the First Division in an endless stream to show their solidarity.Liang Qichao, Cai Yuanpei and others called to reprimand the authorities.The momentum is huge, and the crowd is so angry, how can the authorities think about it. Miss Fang was also in a hurry to go home and make her bed, she wanted to live and die with the hero in her heart.Fang Boping didn't stop her either, seeing that she really wanted to go out, he said: "You don't have to go anymore, this time the student is considered decent." Only then did Miss Fang know that the students had won.The headmaster recommended by the authorities was so frightened that no one dared to take up the post, and no one dared to bring up the topic of disbanding the first division. When middle school students were sitting in the big playground of Zhonghebian School in Hangzhou to protest against killing themselves for benevolence, the new tea from Shifeng Mountain in Longjing Village bloomed and was picked off, and everything grew and persevered. Jiahe suddenly felt the mysterious connection of everything.Why did the letter from the north come when the two brothers were most congenial?Jiaping's comrades in the north urged Jiaping to come to Beijing to discuss major issues.This time going to Beijing is different from the last time, it can be said that it is the nature of leaving.Before leaving, I only told Jiahe and they were in such a hurry that they didn't even say goodbye.Waking up in the middle of the night and slipping out through the small door in the backyard, Jiaping thought of shaking hands with Jiahe and explaining a few more words.Unexpectedly, Jiahe brought it over first, and handed over half a heavy black porcelain bowl: "It's your imperial character, take it with you as a souvenir." Jiaping held it up with his palm, and said with a smile: "Do you still remember this rabbit cup?" what." Jiahe also laughed, and carefully punched him: "It's hard to say, maybe after leaving, you went to Japan, and when you saw Ye Zi, you took this sheet and recognized it." "Where did you go, you still have a piece of the confession here." Speaking of this, the two brothers suddenly became excited and sad at the same time, as if they realized at this time that they really wanted to break up.Jiaping really wanted to hug Jiahe and say something, but when he thought of the principles of his belief, he just patted Jiahe on the shoulder and said, "It's all up to you!" Jiahe didn't answer him, he was immersed in his parting thoughts.Jiaping felt the need to comfort him, so he said, "Let's work separately in the south and the north. I do work-study there, can't you do farm-study here? I can leave home, why can't you leave home!" Jiahe patted his elder brother on the shoulder and nodded.Jiaping laughed so hard that his white teeth showed.He felt that only he and his elder brother were in love with each other in the whole Hang family. Coming out of the back door of Wangyou Tea House is a small river with an ancient stone bridge on it. When you cross the bridge, you will see the densely packed alleys like clues in the south. The labyrinth they weave makes people feel unfathomable in the dark , but Jiaping is not afraid of these beating around the bush.He has been struggling in such a maze since he was a child, and he despises these rope-like alleys from the bottom of his heart.With the warrior spirit of "you can't hold me down", he strode across and ran towards the bright train station.Even in the dark, he is as bright as a street lamp.This made his elder brother Jiahe, who sent him on the road, envious and sad.How much Jiahe longs for the clear, cloudless and snowy north!But he also knew that the north was not his, but Jiaping's, and he could only belong to the maze-like humid south.The two brothers tacitly agreed on this point: if one didn't propose, and the other didn't invite, wouldn't this be fate in the eyes of others?So, what force forced Jiahe to stay in the south?Jiahe, who came back from the train station alone, didn't know who left him behind, he just thought that his family couldn't do without him.From the bottom of his heart, he was not a lawless anarchist for a minute. In fact, Jiahe knew this, but he was ashamed to admit it. When Hang Jiahe re-entered through the back door, he met his father waiting at the door, which showed that he was well aware of his sons' wandering behavior.No matter what kind of blows and disillusionment he endured, he couldn't make Hang Tianzui insensitive to life from now on. This is really his fatal tragic character.He hid helplessly in the dark, watching his sons pack their bags, opened the door with a "squeak", and his broad shoulders disappeared into the night when the dense fog rose in the south.The fog cast a cold blue light that soaked his heart to pieces. Jiahe was terrified by his father's eyes and behavior, and he didn't know how to explain it to him. He stammered, "Jiaping...said, I'm afraid you will be sad...we'll talk about it after we leave." Hang Tianzui shook his hands, and stammered softly, "I'm not, I'm not sad...I'm not hurt, hurt, sad, I'm not sad, heart..." Jiahe knew that this was his father's expression when he was sad. He walked away from the house and was frightened and denied, retreating step by step into the darkness; Jiaping was always absent-minded and unable to get involved in such sadness.But Jiahe is not like this. He positively penetrates into this kind of sadness of his father, but he is powerless to deal with this kind of sadness. In this way, he came to her side again.Like a sleepwalker, wandering round and round in the netherworld, before he knew it, he pushed open the door of his house again.He was terribly sad, terribly disappointed, and terribly devastated, so——he was no longer afraid of the woman in front of him. He Chen Haidi laughed a few times, looking silly.The woman woke up, was taken aback, jumped up and sat up, saw that it was him, was stunned for a moment, and the two of them stuck together gently.Now they know each other's thoughts, they see through each other's heart disease.Because they saw that the other party was the same as their own, they were people with special feelings, and they gave birth to sympathy and compassion that they had never had before. Such a connection, unexpectedly gave birth to another friendship and compassion. A woman's memory must still be marked with the shame of her newlywed years, which made her think of her husband as a man for a long time.During the day, she even classified him with Jia and the brothers.But the night was unbelievable, and it was such a moonlit night, and such a sudden and aggressive encounter. "What are you doing here, don't you want me?" said the wife. Hang Tianzui's heart became hot, as if a spring had been opened inside the bone frame, and another bone frame was propped up.He grabbed Lu Ai and said sharply, "Who said I don't want you? Who said I don't want you!" Lu Ai's raised gaze was already somewhat blurred, the sky was dark, and she was about to breathe heavily, Tianzui looked at this woman who was shining like water under a ray of moonlight, he felt incredible.Why should he be afraid of her?Why dare not conquer her?When he thought this way, another kind of pain throbbed in his heart.He gritted his teeth and said, "Who said I don't want you!" He pointed his hands at the woman's neckline and tore it vigorously. The woman's moon-white cardigan tore in two with a hiss. Then he pushed down on the chest, the corset was pulled off at the waist, and a pair of breasts jumped out like white rabbits.Trembling in the moonlight.The woman lowered her head halfway, closed her eyes, and her hair slid down from top to bottom slowly.Hang Tianzui bit the woman's right breast with one bite, and the woman let out a slightly hoarse scream, which made Hang Tianzui excited.He picked up the woman and put her on the bed.The grief and grief brought him such a great desire and strength, but he himself never thought of it. That night, the couple, who had been married for almost twenty years, made love wildly and recklessly for the first time.Again and again, endlessly, they spent almost a night without talking, and moans and gasps replaced everything.The body and mind that had just calmed down were awakened again and again, pushed to the peak.After women are conquered by men time and time again, they fall into a semi-drunk state.The man was sober like never before. When it was almost dawn, he quietly got up, took a candle and lit it, and stood at the head of the bed. He illuminated the naked plump woman with the candle light, alas... alas... he Sighing, how painful he is, he can feel the pain of being separated from the flesh and blood, the heartache hurts the liver, and the pain runs through the whole body; at the same time, he feels a kind of nostalgic attachment.This is really a kind of attachment that makes him hate and kills him!Looking at his son's disappearing figure, he couldn't help but think of the night when he failed to run away, and he couldn't bear to look back on such a past!Alas, alas, on the surface he didn't have many ups and downs in his career, but how many tragic incidents he has endured in his bones, it is really scarred, and he cannot bear to describe it in detail.When he tried his best and tried his best to get rid of his longing for the world, in fact he still couldn't get rid of his longing for people—whether he was a man or a woman.He is in love, he hates, he avoids, he endures, he despairs, he is indifferent, in the end, all these are just a gesture and call for help that he cannot do without others. How could this be possible!Hang Tianzui thought, he was deeply and hopelessly addicted to people.He is still obsessed with the woman's body under the candlelight, and at the same time, he is also obsessed with the friendship of the man who took this woman's heart.At the same time he felt the sharp pain again, the pain that the physical infatuation hadn't digested, and now, it was the pain that hit the physical infatuation. The woman woke up, and she saw her husband holding a candle. She was a little embarrassed, and buried herself deeper in the bed.She said: "Be careful of catching a cold..." The husband shook his head.The wife seemed to feel pity and was a little alert. She said, "If you think it's better to stay in the meditation room..." Tian Zui blew out the candle, not allowing Lu Ai to continue talking.He felt his own life, like a torch battered by a storm, with smoke and small flames.He needs someone else to bake himself, and he has lost the ability to bake himself. In the dark, he was struck down by sadness again. He hugged Lu Ai across the quilt, and couldn't help feeling sad from it. With a hoarse voice, he whispered bitterly: "O Green Love, O Green Love, our son , he ran away..."