Chapter 34 Chapter One

From Gushan to Geling, a bridge is built across the lake, and the total length is less than half a mile.There are three pavilions, one big and two small, with lotus leaves on both sides, and the breeze blows people.On that day, Hang Jiahe, a young businessman from Hangzhou Wangyou Tea House, took his family and his mouth, his nephew Wangyou in one hand, and his son Hang Yi and nephew Hang Han in his hands. They walked across the bridge, which coincided with June 6th .According to the Chinese calendar, it is an auspicious and auspicious New Year's Day, which is the 18th year of the Republic of China-the opening of the Hangzhou West Lake Expo.At that time, it was less than two years since the death of the Hang family at Wangyou Tea House in the 16th year of the Republic of China, and it was still eight years before the sound of gunfire from the foreign race at Lugou Bridge.

Jiahe hasn't been to the West Lake for a long time.The old year and new year in Wangyou Tea House are full of worries.Father Hang Tianzui mourned the death. Although more than a year has passed, the sorrow in the family is like water flowing under a spring, still flowing secretly.And Jiaping, the half-brother of Jiaping, was in exile, without knowing where he ended up.Jiaping's biological mother, Shen's Lvai, was often in a daze because of Si'er's eagerness. Fortunately, there was Mr. Zhao Jigu, who had some medical knowledge, who came to the house every three days.Thanks to Mr. Zhao's relief, Lu Ai is a strong woman, so she still managed to hold on to the famous tea house in Hangzhou.

It is said that this family is poorly managed, reluctant to do what they can, and the ups and downs have passed through the years. The door is empty, and they can't always hide it, but it is still safe.Unexpectedly, one day, it was opened again by an uninvited visitor's cane. Shen Lvcun, the Zhejiang-Shanghai Special Commissioner of the Kuomintang, the eldest brother-in-law of the Hang family, knew that it would be somewhat embarrassing for him to knock on the door of Wangyoulou Mansion again.But he has always been a man full of self-confidence, and because of his extreme lack of emotion, he lives in a peaceful inner world.This can be seen from the action in which he briskly raised the civilized stick in his hand and knocked on the door of Hang's house rhythmically.

The greatness of time is that it can smooth everything out.Shen Lvcun has already made up his mind, and is going to join his sister in cursing the party and the state.This is nothing, in front of Shen Luai, even if Dangguo is scolded so that one Buddha was born and two Buddhas ascended to heaven, it will not jeopardize his great cause of Shenlu Village.To be honest, he kind of misses his savage sister a little bit, besides, he still has serious business, which needs their Hang family to come forward.He decided to give a small chance in exchange for the peace of the family.If possible, he also plans to go to Jilong Mountain to pay tribute to the dead brother-in-law that he never thought about for a day.

At this moment, while he was knocking on the door "duk duk duk", he looked at the green characters on the lanterns that were almost yellowed above the two sides of the gate - Wangyou, and his nose came out because he didn't know anything about these two characters. The sneer - Wangyou, the extremely childish motto!There are always such a large number of mindless people living in the world.They are always worrying because they have no brains.Because I am always worrying, I call myself a man of temperament, and even mark this temperament and hang it in broad daylight.From the bottom of his heart, Shen Lucun looked down on these so-called mild-mannered people, and he regarded them as gangsters.However, there are very few smart people like me in the world!He knocked on the door, sighing tolerantly.

Then the door opened, before Shen Lucun saw who the woman holding a child in her arms was, she was knocked off her cane by a scream like an alarm.The woman stomped and jumped up, and the child in her hand screamed and cried.Before Shen Lucun knew what happened to him, he was dragged into the door by a pair of sharp claws with long nails, and the woman grabbed his shoulders and cursed over and over again: "I'll go with you! I'm going with you! I'm going with you—" At this time, Shen Lucun had already figured out who the face under the messy hair was.He gasped - he had also heard the news that Jiacao went crazy after Lin Sheng was killed, but he never cared about it.Jia Cao had never been included in the Hang clan by him, she was not born of his younger sister Lu Ai, and she was a woman of few words.What's more, this slut from a Jianghu opera actor went to sleep with the Communist Party again, and as a result, he gave birth to a dubious "ten incomplete".In this way, the lineage of the rich family has been ruined. Only when they can be eliminated from the Hang family can they relieve their anger, and his sister Shen Lu'ai will have a peaceful life.In the days when Lin Sheng was beheaded, Shen Lucun wished that his niece, who could not hit eight poles, would die together. Unexpectedly, she jumped out of the door and knocked off his golden border with a slap. Glasses.

Just at a loss as to what to do, two little boys aged six or seven suddenly appeared. Seeing them twisted together, they stared blankly. Then, one of them called: "Little aunt, little aunt, come quickly!" , my aunt fell ill again—" Shen Lvcun followed suit and called: "Hurry up, hurry up and get you—" He didn't know what to say next, he didn't know these two boys at all, let alone their relationship with Lu Ai.He had no choice but to block Jiacao's attack on him with the civilized stick while panting, while continuing to shout: "Go, go and call you—that what—!"

At this time, the little aunt the boys called had appeared.The so-called little aunt is a girl who is not a few years older than the two boys.Seeing those eyes, Shen Lucun shouted: "Go, go and call your mother for me, and take this lunatic away!" "You are the madman!" Little aunt Hang Jicao hugged Wangyou who was crying in his mother's arms, and retorted without hesitation. "I am your uncle." "I don't know you." Jicao yelled while talking: "Mom, someone said it was my uncle, and sister Jiacao was fighting with him." Having said that, Shen Lucun watched the pair of young men rush out from behind the screen wall, holding the hand of their younger sister Lu Ai.Shen Lvcun said angrily, "Your Hang family has become such a mess, you have a crazy door god, and even decent people can't get in."

Shen Luai stared at her elder brother Lucun with wide eyes, stunned for a moment, then suddenly rushed over, grabbed Shen Lucun's shoulder as if suffering from a disease, and called, "You give me back my son, you give me back my son!" Jiaping, you give me back! You bastard, you give back our Hangzhou family one by one!" This cry was different from Jiacao's, that was the sound of killing, thousands of troops descended on the Hang's compound.Hang Yi Hang Han can clearly remember grandma's hysterical behavior many years later.This woman, who is as quiet as a virgin and moves like a rabbit, had her hair combed into a beard just now, revealing her big forehead.He lowered his head suddenly, and when he raised it again, he was already jumping, and angry eyes were shooting out from the dense forest of black hair.Her cry also erupted from the dense forest, and the dense forest convulsed as if electrified, and was entangled in White Fang in the cry. Grandma became that kind of immeasurable nemesis.

The appearance of Shen Lucun being twisted into a ball by two women is very funny.He screamed hoarsely: "Listen to me, listen to me, you-listen to me-say-you let me-go-" "You thief, you shot ghost, you bastard who has lost his sons and grandchildren, you give me back all the Hang family members—" Shen Luai continued to cry with her eyes straight. "I'll go with you, I'll go with you, I'll go with you—" Jia Cao's curse was another style.Her pale face, abyss-like eyes, whispered curses, her demeanor of relentlessly falling into the coffin, in the eyes of Shen Lucun, were even more tragic than his sister's earth-shattering fight.

If Hang Jicao hadn't decisively run across the wall, through the backyard, into the front shop of Wangyou Tea House, and grabbed the corner of the elder brother Hang Jiahe's gown, then what would this pair of crazy women have done to that man? Woolen cloth?This is really hard to say.In short, the Shen Lucun that Jiahe saw when he rushed to the scene was already a clown with a nose that was not a nose and eyes that were not eyes.Shen Lucun was originally a deeply myopic person. After losing his glasses, he could hardly find the door, so it was impossible to talk about rushing out.Therefore, Shen Lucun, who finally broke free from the sharp claws of those two women, bumped around like a headless fly, and landed on Jiahe all at once. Jiahe was holding the gold-rimmed glasses that he had picked up from the ground. Shen Lvcun grabbed the glasses and put them on. The world is clear, but his mind has not yet recovered from the attack.Not caring about talking to anyone, he pushed Jiahe away and walked out, even forgetting about the big carriage parked at the door.After walking for a foot, he tripped over something and almost fell him again. When he took a closer look, it turned out to be his civilized stick.He turned back and saw the tall and thin Hang Jiahe, who was undoubtedly the one who threw the stick.He picked up the stick and walked on again. After walking a few steps, he finally remembered that he had to go back to the car.Then he walked back a few steps, and it was useless to pretend that nothing had happened. Hang Jiahe was watching him at the gate without making a sound.People in Hangzhou say that it is the worst thing to say if you don't speak loudly-you are a thief if you ask if you don't speak loudly.Shen Lucun could bear those women's yelling, but he couldn't bear this man standing silently on the stage door and staring at him.He was trembling with anger, and kept shaking his civilized stick, pointing at the old lantern at the door for a while, pointing at Hang Jiahe for a while, and finally came up with a sentence: "I finally learned the lesson, you people , that's how you forget your worries." "No one invited you here," Jiahe said. "No one wants me to walk into this gate again." Shen Lucun said a word that didn't carry much weight angrily. He turned to get in the car, but when he saw the driver's surprised eyes, he suddenly remembered the reason why he came here. original intention.The role of special commissioner returned to him all of a sudden. He wiped his face, coughed a few times, then turned around and said, "I came here to talk to you about the sale of famous teas at the West Lake Expo next year." You are such a big family, you are still a little clear-headed. But now, it seems that you should not forget about the centuries-old brand of tea house. I, an outsider, why come to worry about you Woolen cloth!" After speaking, he jumped into the car and disappeared without a trace. The Hangzhou West Lake Expo, which opened on June 6, 1929, was specially set up by the Zhejiang Provincial Government at that time to reward industry and revitalize culture.The exposition is located in the golden area of ​​Lixi Lake.At the opening ceremony, the Zhejiang Guoshu branch held a performance of Chinese martial arts; at night, performances of Peking opera, song and dance, music, film, acrobatics, donkey running, ice running, ballroom dancing, new entertainment, a cappella, etc. were held in various places along the lake.Mei Lanfang and Jin Shaoshan came to Hangzhou by special car late at night, and performed "The Drunken Concubine" in the auditorium by the lake.He also heard that Edison invented electricity, read the introduction about the exposition, and made a special trip from the United States to Hangzhou at the age of 83 to give a speech "All things are born to be useful" in the auditorium of the exposition. As for the eighteenth day of the sixth month of the lunar calendar, the eve of Avalokitesvara's Enlightenment Day, and the night of putting lanterns on the lake that Hang Tianzui had been obsessed with during his lifetime, science fairs do not exclude them.On that day, the expo held a special activity of setting off lanterns.At night, people on the lake recited Amitabha Buddha, the Gita was everywhere, and a piece of ups and downs lit up the lights, both ethereal and secular, heaven and earth.A good poet remembers it: Silk song night moon three thousand circles, light west wind ten thousand stars. It's a good thing for tourists to visit, and lose him is full of spring and family. One day in early June, when Jiahe came back from the tea house, he walked into the courtyard and saw his younger sister Jicao squatting in the corridor frying Chinese medicine, so he stopped and said: "Ji Cao, go to the backyard and tell your second sister-in-law to ask her to go to the West Lake Expo with us in a few days." Ji Cao withdrew his small mouth: "If you want to say it, you can say it yourself." Jiahe Wen got angry, and scolded the little sister who was so young that she could almost be his daughter: "What are you talking about!" Ji Cao spread his hands: "I don't have time, I really don't have time, I have to go and see Sister Jiacao to take her medicine. You know we have divided jobs, you take care of the second sister-in-law, and I take care of Sister Jiacao." Jiahe couldn't remember when there was such a division of labor, but he could feel that Xiao Jicao was secretly dissatisfied with his ambiguous care for Ye Zi.He sighed and said, "You think I have time to go out. I want Wang'er to go out and see the world. He is two years old and hasn't gone out yet." "Look, I told you to listen to me a long time ago. What's the matter with foreigners? Foreigners are human too. Why can't Wanger go out? It doesn't matter if I tell you, I have taken him out long ago." "What?" Jiahe's voice also became louder, "Hey, how are you..." "Well, how about it, just watch around, what else can I do! I said—get out—this is my nephew, whoever dares to bully me, I will slap him." Jiahe stared at the little sister, unable to speak for a moment.Ji Cao is ten years old, there is nothing she doesn't understand.The biggest difference from her elder sister is her rapping, the entire Wujin courtyard can only hear her grinding her teeth now.Everyone likes her, and Jiahe also likes her. A big crumbling family that is almost overwhelmed by sorrow needs the endless rap of this little girl. What makes Jiahe uneasy is the younger sister-in-law Haneda Yoko, who has become a questioning gourd without going out the door. Although they usually live in the same big wall door, they seldom even see each other, and when they meet, they seldom talk.Kuang men complain about women, one has lost her husband, the other has left her wife, full of worries, it doesn't matter if you don't talk about it.Taking advantage of the opening of the expo today, Jiahe had the opportunity to ask Ye Zi to go out to relax. "Unless you promise me a condition—" Xiao Jicao said suddenly, but she couldn't wait for her elder brother to answer, so she said the condition first: "Take Sister Jiacao, take it, take Sister Jiacao Take it with you." Then Jiahe saw the tears in the little girl's eyes, big and heavy tears, and when he turned his face, the tears swirled out and hit Jiahe's hand.The little girl ran back and said as she ran, "I'm going to find my second sister-in-law. Brother, I'll listen to you. I'm going to find my second sister-in-law, but you can take my sister..." Therefore, after the 16-year devastation of the Republic of China, this team of old, weak, sick and disabled families asked you to hold me and I to hold you when they were able to get out of bed before their vitality recovered. Qinghefang came out from behind the tall and dilapidated wall, and went outdoors again, towards the West Lake... When we first approached the expo, when we saw the yellow gatehouse in front of Beishan Road and the Broken Bridge, this group of people with solemn expressions showed different degrees of relaxation on their faces.Ji Cao tightly held the hand of Jia Cao who was staring in a daze, pointed to the writing on the gate tower, and read: There are lakes and mountains in the land, which gathers the grand sights of the exports of twenty-two provinces, and the essence of the whole country is under the eyes; The natural picture will open an unprecedented event on June 6th, and all the kings are ready, as early as in their hearts. The grown-ups all stopped, almost showing expressions similar to Jiacao's on their faces—they couldn't jump from the killing two years ago to today's singing and dancing, today's natural pictures, today's An unprecedented event - they all set their sights on the leader Hang Jiahe.Hang Jiahe smiled. Only the Hang family can see this kind of smile. Hang Jiahe said softly: "In the Agricultural Pavilion of Wenlan Pavilion in Gushan, there is a relatively new Longjing tea from our Wangyou Tea House." That outing was also a grand childhood festival for the children of the Hang family.The most surprising thing in their memory was the strong man in the Yuemiaozhong Industrial Hall—this drilling machine actually took six minutes to drill a well, which made the two children of Kang Yi Hang Han stunned.The health hall looked at the women of the Hang family with red faces, and it displayed the magnified most private parts of men and women, as well as their physiological characteristics.Regardless of sending grass, pulling Jia Cao, watching with relish.At that time, the people of Hangzhou were just like the people of the West, and they gathered around to watch and admire it. There is also a bustling place, and the motivator is Chen Diexian, the main fighter of the Mandarin Duck and Butterfly School who was once the chief writer of "Shenzhen Free Talk". It is said that the sky is false and I am born, but the real sky is not false.He is a man of prose and ink with one hand, and with the other hand, he also makes calculations and runs the industry.At that time, the tooth powder business in the Chinese market was mostly controlled by Japanese businessmen, and Chinese people only knew King Kong brand tooth powder.This Chen Diexian is a genius. He and his assistant Li Changjue set aside the "Complete Works of Detective Sherlock Holmes" they had just finished translating, but set up a family industry company, which produced a tooth powder called Invincible.It can be regarded as patriotism, invincible to King Kong; it can also be regarded as a harmony with the sound of "butterfly"-literati still can't forget the romantic sentiment.It was the May 4th period, when Chinese people boycotted Japanese products, and the Invincible brand was really uplifting. As soon as it went on the market, the King Kong brand was wiped out.Over the past decade or so, the Invincible brand is not only tooth powder, but also creams, moisturizing creams, and perfumes, all of which are labeled "Invincible".The multi-talented young lady Chen Diexian, whose face was whitened with invincible cream and wearing high heels, walked all the way through the streets and alleys of the south, and turned out to be a lifelike landscape, a watery mobile advertising painting up.This time at the West Lake Expo, these literati have the most trick. Build a fountain by the West Lake, spit out wine and perfume, so many women can't live without it, they want to soak in the invincible fragrance. The women of the Hang's family, although they still can't cheer up a little bit at this time, they are still watered by a little popularity.Ye Zi and Lu Ai each bought a fan from Wang Xing Ji. Ye Zi was a sandalwood fan, and Lu Ai was a big black fan. When they were pulled apart, it was actually half a parasol.Although Jiacao was still a little dazed, her eyeballs moved a few times. She didn't want anything, but saw those flower stalls surrounded by flowers of various colors, including roses, lilies, cloves, and tea. Sugar cane, and wisteria, which emit a strong fragrance, can be known as cabinet flowers as soon as they are smelled.Jiacao's thin nostrils trembled, and a voice came out of her mouth: "Hua'er, Huaer, Huaer..." Her complexion, which was rare, changed from lifeless to bloody.Ji Cao immediately said to the two nephews who were not a few years younger than her: "Go, my sister-in-law wants flowers, and my aunt wants flowers too." , give me the money, give me the money, and I'll buy my sister flowers." The jasmine flowers are inserted on Jiacao's head, which is very beautiful.Wangyou was so small, and was covered from head to toe by a black university student, his eyes couldn't see the strong light, he was frowning now, but he could smell the fragrance of flowers all at once, and screamed: " Mom, hug, mom, hug." The Hang's family is looking at Jiacao now - she is teasing and kissing her precious son.Mother and child are feeding under the fluttering wicker.Swallows flew over their heads, and a few willow leaves fell on their heads.Looking at it, Jiahe's and Ye Zi's gazes met, and they touched each other like water, Jiahe hugged Hang Yi, and Ye Zi carried Hang Han on his back. The agricultural pavilion where tea is exhibited is in Wenlan Pavilion, a small area, but there are dozens of varieties.The tea leaves are sealed in transparent glass boxes for viewing.In front of the sign of Wangyou Tea House, there is the "Ruanxin" exclusive to their shop.The tea leaves are distinguished by their true brown beige color.Lu Ai looked at it and said, "Jiahe, it's you." What Luai was talking about was precisely the fact that Jiahe entered the Longjing Mountains to collect Ruanxin before the spring equinox this year.Before the spring equinox came, Hang Jiahe asked Lu Ai to pack his luggage for him. At that time, Lu Ai saw that Hang Yi was ill, and once advised Jiahe to forget about it, or not to go. "Without Ruanxin, there will be no Ruanxin. People are going down one by one. Do you still care if Ruanxin is not Ruanxin?" After Lu Ai spoke like that, the group who planned to follow Jiahe into the mountain hesitated.After the April 12 coup, a small group was arrested by the authorities and imprisoned for a long time, but it was Jiahe who personally bailed him out.On the day after he was released from prison, Xiaozhuo followed Jiahe to the gate of Hang's house. Jiahe stopped in his tracks and said, "Have you made up your mind to go in with me now, or go to those people in your OJ first?" Xiaozhuo was stunned for a while, then stomped his foot hard, gritted his teeth and said, "How can we not avenge my father's murder!" Jiahe didn't speak, and took out a handful of copper coins from his pocket, and put them in Xiaoguo's pocket.Xiaozhuo turned away and left, took a few steps, turned around, and said, "If I can find someone this time, I will say goodbye to the Hang family. If I can't find someone, I will come back, and you will not be able to drive me away." " A few months later, Xiaozhuo went back to Wangyou Tea House like beggars, but he couldn't find his organization anymore. The young master Jiahe, whom he looked down on before, has since become his organization. No matter how powerful Lv Ai's words are, it depends on how Jiahe expresses his opinion.As for Jiahe, he never expressed his opinion, he just walked gently to Lu Ai and said, "We can't live without Xiner." At this moment, standing in front of the exhibits, Lu Ai thought of Jiahe's words.Green love never understood before, people are gone, why can't there be Ruanxin?Now looking at Ruanxin, she suddenly saw something that made her eyes shine. She pulled her daughter-in-law Ye Zi over and asked, "Look, look, what do you see in Ruanxin?" Ye Zi stared at the golden-rimmed Longjing films, pulled Hang Han past him again, and said, "Look at it, stare hard, have you seen it, have you seen your father?" No one knew whether Hang Han was telling the truth or because he was delusional. In short, he stared at it solemnly for a while, and then replied mysteriously: "I see." "Who?" Both women asked in a panic. Hang Han looked at them, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said, "I've seen them all. Dad, grandpa, and grandpa pinching... And, Uncle Xiaolin..." The Hang family was silent for a while, and stood there for a long time among the bustling crowd. Lu Ai let out a breath and cried out: "Oh my god!" So far, if you don't go to the Expo Bridge, then the Hang family's trip this time, it should be said, is basically smooth.Coming out of Wenlan Pavilion, walking to Fanghe Pavilion, Jiahe heard someone calling him on the bridge, and took a closer look, it was Chen Yihuai, his schoolmate when he was studying in Zhejiang First Normal School. Chen Yihuai is a fat man, wearing a pair of glasses with profound myopia, writing couplets at a desk in a pavilion on the bridge.He is a well-known calligrapher in the city of Hangzhou, with good looks and style, and he is a middle school teacher in Chongwen Middle School, and he is also full of peaches and plums.Seeing Jiahe, he picked up Wang Yipin's lake brush and shouted: "Jiahe, Jiahe, long time no see, let me give you a pair of couplets." Hang Jiahe went over to take a look, smiled, and said, "Isn't this the couplet written by Mr. Dabai that I saw at the entrance of the education hall just now?" The education center is located in the Provincial Library, Xu Chaokai, Qixian Ci and Zhu Wengong Ci, etc. The couplet at the door is a new writer, a teacher of Zhejiang First Normal School, and a figure in the May 4th New Culture Movement. Mr. Liu Dabai, one of the "Four King Kongs" in Hangzhou, proposed—— The first couplet is: "To determine the scale of construction, we must rely on the foresight, and to do construction work, we must rely on hindsight. If we use the first perception to know later, we must develop universities, middle schools and primary schools;" The second couplet is: "There is no source of funds for education, and there is no way out for educated talents. From the source to the way out, it is necessary to revitalize agriculture, industry and commerce." Hang Jiahe thought about it carefully, and said: "After all, it is Mr. Dabai, a Dingxin figure, a couplet is also full of blood, and the likes and dislikes of acupuncture and derogation are all in it." Just as he was saying that, seeing Chen Yihuai winking at him and raising his head, Jiahe couldn't help being slightly stunned. In this way, two people who used to be each other's own have met today as strangers.The man on this side is holding a little boy by the hand, and the woman on the other side is holding a little girl by the hand.These two children are the blood that they had to face up to each other for the rest of their lives. When Hang Jiahe and Fang Xileng met unexpectedly at the pavilion, the exposition song was sung around:  … The south wind blows warm water and there are many clouds, and all the goods are on the stage.The gold in the south, the arrows in the east, and the treasures of the West Lake are all embellished, and the Qiantang is beautiful.Noisy movement of six bridges and horses, enjoying watching thousands of miles of stairs... It's so strange, two adults almost subconsciously pulled their raised children to each other, and thought, how could I spend the most important years of my life with such a strange person? From Fang Xileng's point of view, Hang Jiahe was in such a bitter cold, wearing an old cloth gown, which further accentuated the tranquility of this tall, thin man, really like the disaster-stricken Zhen Shiyin there, revealing a look of being a man of the world The scene has come. In Hang Jiahe's eyes, Fang Xileng, the former May Fourth girl with short hair and black dress, was gone.She has become a standard urban fashionable woman, full of jewels and heavy makeup, walking into the crowd, she can no longer be distinguished. The two of them, nervous, calm, and at a loss, seemed to be mummies instead.The singing is particularly bright, circling back and forth on the lake——… The bright lake shines brilliantly this evening, and the characters are fruitful.Wu Shan returned to me the land of the Central Plains, and enjoyed it together, with the fragrance of osmanthus and lotus.Played all over the fish and dragons, it turns out that there is no farming at all. ... If it wasn't for another man to come forward, such a confrontation on the bridge, I really don't know how it would end. From the image point of view, Hang Jiahe and Li Feihuang are both southern men.They were all thin, handsome, and sad-faced.It's just that Li Feihuang is obviously half a head shorter than Jiahe.In addition, Jiahe is accompanied by tea, with a clear complexion, white teeth, and a noble temperament.Li Feihuang thought he was someone who smoked and drank too much, his face was burnt, the roots of his teeth were blackened, and there were a few sparse pits on his face.Fortunately, his gestures are still a bit bookish, and this distinguishes him from the kind of people described in Hangzhou dialect—good characters such as "the head moves when you step on the tail". Sure enough, when he saw Jiahe, he burst into a smile, stretched out his hand to shake his hand, changed his mind halfway, and patted Jiahe on the shoulder: "Jiahe, I didn't expect to meet you here." Jiahe looked at him, but didn't respond.Chen Yihuai is a straightforward person, so he blurted out: "The three of us have not seen each other for many years, and we met on the bridge today, so it can be said that we are not friends who don't meet each other!" How do you know these three people are so familiar?It turned out that they were classmates and teenagers when they were studying in Zhejiang First Normal School, and they were a couple and a half good friends during the May Fourth Movement.The three of them almost became a Taoyuan trio.The Li family runs a small grocery store, the Chen family is a poor teacher, but the Hang family is the richest, so Jiahe can't stop helping the two classmates every day.Li and Chen are another pair of lovers who don't see each other and want to quarrel when they see each other. Hang Jiahe has been their arbitrator all year round.Li has a deep foundation in ancient Chinese and has a preference for historiography, while Chen likes to read foreign languages, and Hang Jiahe often gets something from arbitration.The friendship between the three didn't end until that year when Jiahe went to the mountains to build a new village, and the two gave up halfway and did not go with Jiahe.For many years, Jiahe only remembered the image of Li Feihuang who helped his father carry the door of the grocery store in the morning light.He and Chen Yihuai have always kept in touch. The news that Li Feihuang went to the university, became a professor, and became an expert in Ming history was told by Chen Yihuai.Hearing that Fang Xibiao actually chose him, he was indeed secretly surprised.I haven't been surprised yet, but unexpectedly I met them at the bridge by the lake today. Seeing the other party's indifferent appearance, Li Feihuang's face did not change color and his heart beat, so he put Hang Pan in Xi Leng's arms—no—now Hang Pan is called Li Pan, but Li Feihuang didn't want to To show this victory in front of Hang Jiahe—he hugged Pan'er and said, "Come on, let Dad hug Pan'er," while stuffing the girl into Jiahe's arms.In this ambiguous "father", Jiahe hugged his daughter. Fang Xiliang didn't want to create such a sad encounter.She is a new-style woman with outstanding features, so a sentence suddenly popped up: "Mr. Wu Huo'an is a great songwriter, and this song is thanks to him." Li Feihuang responded: "That's not to say, Wu Cheng'an, have you two heard of this person?" Jiahe was silent for a moment, then shook his head.It was Chen Yihuai who smoothed things over and said, "Is it the one from Nanjing Central University?" "Exactly, this Wu Huoan posted it recently." Li Feihuang immediately beamed, "Zhang Jingjiang tapped his finger on the table and read it three times, and immediately approved the note with his own hand—one thousand yuan for manuscript submission. One thousand Yuan, if you do the math, that’s thirteen yuan per word. By comparison, you can’t even guess how much I paid for the manuscript I wrote for "Shenbao" in the past, a grade-B manuscript—one yuan." This remark was a gimmick, the professor wanted to save face, like a jester, he painstakingly created a situation of singing and dancing, and the tense atmosphere just now eased somewhat.It was in such an atmosphere that Hang Yi was hugged by his mother Fang Xileng.As a mother, when she saw her son, she was about to shed tears, and she almost collapsed with that bit of stubbornness in front of everyone.It's still green love, and I don't want this situation to continue.She also knew the details of the Li family's grocery store, how many debts they owed to the Hang family in the past, and they were all blown away without mentioning it or even explaining it.Shen Lvai looked down on such a person, and she didn't pursue it because of the face of Jiahe's classmates. Now she has become her granddaughter's stepfather, Haishort makes trouble, and acts like a dog as a professor. It's really shameless.Lu Ai thought about it all this way, then hugged Hang Yi back, and called out: "Go home, the child is tired." Such a group of people came to their senses after being called out by her, and passed by Sireng one by one. Hang Jiahe didn't dare to look into his daughter's eyes, he just kept stroking her daughter's hair.The daughter is so young, she seems to have lost sight of her father, she turned around and stretched out her hand and said, "Hold me, mother." Sereng took his daughter, a bit speechless, but finally called out: "Yi'er, Mom will come to see you." Perhaps it was because Fang Xileng hadn't visited her son in recent years, and her heavy makeup completely changed her appearance. Hang Yi was held in his mother's arms in a daze. He didn't react when his mother called him, and he didn't know why thing.After a while, he regained consciousness before asking, "Grandma, was that woman just now my mother?" Lu Ai nodded impatiently and said, "Who else would it be!" Hang Yi turned around and asked Jiahe again: "Father, why is my mother different from before?" "It's different." Jiahe replied. "Then is she still my mother?" "Fine." Jiahe sighed. Hang Han also ran up, and said, "Uncle, you promised us to come to West Lake next time, I haven't had enough fun yet." Jiahe held the hands of the two children, turned his face away, and looked at the West Lake again.Signing songs on the lake, willows by the lake, looking at the green lotus, flying endlessly.Among the passers-by on the bridge, he once again saw the small shadow of his daughter, who was being held in another man's arms. Chen Yihuai was holding the brush, he didn't know what to say for a moment, after a while, he asked sympathetically: "What do you want to write, Jiahe, I'll write it for you right away." Jiahe looked at the back of the little girl, blended into the crowd, closed his eyes and thought for a while, and said: "——Heart is for tea to raise drama, brag to Dingwu." This is "Poetry for a Charming Girl" written by Zuo Si in the Han Dynasty. It talks about the scene of a daughter cooking tea around a tea stove.Chen Yihuai understood, his nose became sour, and he quickly spread out the paper to start writing, but his hands trembled slightly.Seeing this, Jiahe took Kang Han to the side to look at the lotus, and said to Hang Han who had begged him just now: "I promise you, I will come to West Lake again next time." The scenery is really beautiful, it is so beautiful that people can't stand it, it's so beautiful that people hate it - since the West Lake can be so beautiful, how can people kill people by the West Lake?Now that someone has been killed, how can the West Lake be so beautiful? The hope when walking towards the West Lake was suddenly destroyed by the final impact.Jiahe didn't know whether he should come to the lake today, and he couldn't decide whether it would be interesting to exhibit his family's soft new products by the lake.