Chapter 47 Chapter Fourteen

Hang Han got up early in the morning. He was thinking about the scorched open space in the backyard—it used to be the place where his grandfather planted famous flowers and plants. It had been deserted for a long time. I got it from someone else. It is a ladle dish that Hangzhou people like to eat. The sky is wet and flowing, which is what Hangzhou's spring and autumn weather looks like.In summer, it's terribly hot, and in winter, it's terribly cold.Hang Han took out the rusty hoe from the tool room, first went to the well to grind it.He likes to do these jobs since he was a child, and he is also handy.It was raining lightly, hitting his flat head, but it didn't affect his enthusiasm for work.He knew that now, what these men in the family had done had been put on his head without exception.

He concentrated on working for a long time, and felt that someone was staring at him. He looked up and saw that it was his uncle Hang Jiahe, who was standing under the eaves, with his hands behind his back, frowning at him. He exclaimed with some joy, "Uncle, did you get up so early today?" Hang Jiahe replied slowly: "Is it early?" According to Jiahe's past life habits, it is too late.But since he came back from the disaster, Hang Jiahe got a strange disease. He often slept day and night, and he became swollen from sleep.Hang Han was afraid of talking to his uncle, so he put down his hoe and said, "Uncle, I have to go to the Reserve Bank, you should rest."

After finishing speaking, he put down the hoe and left, as if it was a sin to think about growing vegetables in front of his uncle.When he was about to walk out of the yard, he looked back and saw that his uncle was already picking up the hoe he had put down just now, and Hang Han's heart became hot.He happened to meet his mother, Ye Zi, who was going to wash at the well with a basin of clothes in her hands, so he said, "Mom, uncle is working." Ye Zi put down the basin of clothes - she had already started to make ends meet by washing clothes for others - a gratified smile appeared on her face, her complexion was pale, the circles of her eyes were red, and the corners of her mouth twitched.

Wangyou Tea House has never opened its doors since the first day it was occupied.But the year has passed, and although the members of the Hang family are scattered and scattered, the living people still haven't moved out of this extremely heart-wrenching place.They still live in the Wujin courtyard at Yangbatou, but the walls and doors have been smoky, the gables have also collapsed, and basil grows on the decayed bricks and tiles, which makes it more and more obvious. The desolation that wants to be concealed.At those gaps, a few sticks of bamboo were used to weave crooked fences, and people walking around on the roadside could see the burnt-out houses and barren flowers and plants and artificial hills inside.

The courtyard is so dilapidated that those who have walked here before can hardly believe their eyes.Those who know the details know that it was the Hang family who burned it. Fortunately, they were rescued early and the fire did not start.The strange thing is here, the Hang family compound is leaking everywhere, anyone can come in to take the sheep, but no one comes to steal things anymore.It is said that the Hang family dared to burn down their own house when they came from the negative side. Such a family is not easy to touch again.Look, Japanese guy, that little Koichiro is so fierce, didn't he just move out?Even the Nizi Japanese translator in the Hang family had no choice but to move out.

Some people pass by the former Confucian Temple, often pointing to the middle-aged man who set up a cigarette stand and tea stand in front of the Confucian Temple, and said in a low voice: "Look, it is him, the owner of the former Wangyou Tea House, their house, He burned it." Those who don't know the details still want to ask for a closer look, and someone will tell them the creepy story about this person's mother and this person's brother: "You can't even think about it. When the front legs of the corpse were lifted out, the man set fire to the courtyard with his back legs. It was just because of the two Japanese guys and the translator who went to plant cherry blossoms on the Su Causeway. The Japanese guy is also a strange person, he didn't save so many things, he just hugged a handful of purple clay pots."

Those who listened had goosebumps all over their bodies, and said, "That little dude kills people without batting an eyelid, why didn't he kill the one who set fire to it? Maybe it's because his younger brother is his translator?" The person who said it spread his hands and said: "Who knows, the Japanese would care about an interpreter if they don't recognize their relatives? I heard that they have taken a fancy to this man's daughter." People who listened were even more surprised. It was understandable not to care about the life and death of a Chinese, but it was hard to understand that they cared about the daughter of a Chinese man who was said to have a lung disease.Looking back at this ragged man with long hair and shawl, he saw that the neckline of his gown was so open no matter in the wind or rain, as if because there was a fire burning inside, he would never know what it was to be cold.He always sat obliquely, with his face sideways, his brows furrowed tightly, and his deep eyes fixed on one place. Gradually, his eyes burned, and then slowly returned to peace.Then, start over again.This cycle of burning never stopped for almost a moment.People who saw his gaze asked, "Is this man crazy?"

Before Jilongshan buried his sister Jiacao who was already riddled with holes, Hang Jiahe would never have thought that he would come to this point.When Xiaozhuo and Han'er were digging up Lin Sheng's grave, he almost lost his mind.He was sitting under a big palm tree, holding Jiacao all the time - Jiacao was holding the big Yuquan fish - and they were frozen together in the muddy December rain. No one cared how long Jiahe had been holding them.The rain was very heavy, first it gathered on the broad leaves of the big palm tree, and when it was full, it hit Jiahe's head, dripping down the tip of his hair, it seemed that the hair was crying tears, the big flowers were blooming , and then it fell on Jiacao's pain-free face that was finally settled.It seems that she is more beautiful than when she was alive, but her face is too pale, a bit like the color of camellia, which is in sharp contrast with the purple blood flowers on her body.The rain also fell on her unconscious body, melting the frozen blood, and the light red and crimson blood crawled away like earthworms, staining the white skin of the big fish in her arms red. The belly was also stained red with the thin palms of the elder brother who was holding her tightly, as stiff as a corpse.Then, it fell again, and finally flowed into the Hang family's tea canopy rented grave, and flowed all the way to the roots of the old tea tree, dyeing the dark green old tea leaves red, and then penetrated into the mature land under the tea canopy.

The coffin has already been brought up, and a small group of people brought her mother's birthday material from Wengjia Mountain to use first.Because he couldn't break the fish in Jiacao's hand no matter what, so he couldn't kill her.Ye Zi and Li Feihuang, each with a head, pulled a quilt, and pulled a cloth between the palm tree and Jiahe, and the rain fell on the cloth.Ye Zi's complexion was almost as pale as Jia Cao's, and her eyes seemed to have been washed and faded by tears.She looked at Jiahe, but instead of putting her sister in the coffin, Jiahe hugged her tightly in her arms.Up to this moment, there was not a single tear in his eyes.Then he buried his head deeply on his sister's wound, and when he raised his head again, his eyes became two holes of blood.

Li Feihuang asked hesitantly: "Fish...do you want to..." Jiahe didn't hear it, he stood up with the man and fish in his arms, and walked to the coffin.At this time, Hang Han just came up from the dug grave, holding something in his hand, and stretched it out to Jiahe's eyes.The rain had already washed away the thing, so Hang Han wiped it again with the corner of his clothes, and everyone could see clearly that it was a small white porcelain figure sitting on his knees, holding a book in his hand.Jiahe saw it, and when the two blood holes shrank, blood gushed out—he saw the tea saint porcelain figure who was buried with Lin Sheng back then.

When the group of them finally returned to Yangbatou, the sky had cleared.Teams of Japanese armed with guns passed by on the street. Occasionally, pedestrians walking on the street almost stopped when they saw them.But Jiahe didn't seem to hear or see, he rushed straight, and once even passed through the middle of a team. At that time, Ye Zi realized that something was wrong with Jiahe, and she almost fainted herself, but she still didn't forget to go up to support Jiahe.At this moment, Hang Jiahe started to walk more and more slowly, more and more slowly, and finally even stood still. Turning another corner, you can see the green brick wall of Wangyou Tea House.Li Feihuang and Hang Jiahe were just the opposite. He walked faster and faster, and he wanted to fly to the house to hide in one step.Seeing the high blue brick wall, he breathed a sigh of relief, then ran up and slid in through the half-covered door.After a while, he fell out again, and the little blood that had just recovered faded back, and he stammered: "——Don't go in, don't go in—" When Ye Zi heard this, her whole body softened, and she let go of Jiahe and sat on the ground.However, Jiahe used his hands to close his eyes strangely, and staggered forward like a blind man.After a few steps, a person bumped out of the gate, it was Wu Sheng.This seventy-year-old and eighty-year-old Hang family's deadly enemy, seeing Jiahe, knelt down with a plop, beat his chest and screamed: "Zuo——ah——" Jiahe shook for a moment, then stopped.He didn't rush into the door, and he didn't talk to old Wu Sheng. He turned his face away, and kept covering his eyes with one hand, and he didn't put it down for a long, long time... Now, can you say that Jiahe is really not crazy?Sometimes, even Ye Zi, who knew Jiahe best, thought he was almost crazy.After burying Lv Ai and Jia Cao, after he set fire to the big yard of his house, he almost never said a word.Now, he lives with Ye Zi and Hang Han in the small courtyard where Ye Zi once lived, and he has never worried about the family's basic necessities of life.He will eat whatever he is told to eat, and he will not eat it for a few days if he is not told to eat it.The things at home were being sold off one by one, and they began to live the poorest life since the Hang family started their fortune.Those family affairs that were enough to worry Hang Jiahe in the past, now he turns a deaf ear to them.He doesn't wash his face, he doesn't take a bath, he doesn't change his clothes, and he's covered in dirt; but he's excited, as quiet as a virgin, and moves like a rabbit—either he sleeps silently, or he likes to be in the streets and alleys of Hangzhou more than ever. wandering around.Even when I set up a tea stall at the entrance of the Confucian Temple, this expression did not change.Hang Han was surprised to find that the uncle's light steps like floating on the water in the past were no longer visible.Now, his feet are heavy, and when he walks alone, it is like an army shouting forward.When you tried to talk to him, you found that his eyes were sharp, and he tried to pierce your chest like a dagger, but he just didn't say a word-can you say that Hang Jiahe is really not crazy? Thinking so, Hang Han lowered his head and walked through the rainy and sad lanes and alleys of Hangzhou in the early spring of 1939. Many things are now done by him.After the Japanese occupied Hangzhou City, they immediately established a series of banks and industrial and commercial institutions in Hangzhou. The "Abe City Foreign Bank" and "Shiraki Company" were never heard of by Hang Han.Because the Japanese made a rule that all purchases of goods from foreign companies and factories must use Japanese military tickets, and the original legal currency of the Nationalist government is absolutely rejected.As a result, dealers buying and selling military tickets soon appeared in the market.Wu You, Wu Sheng's poor son, became an active player in buying and selling military tickets, and it is said that he made a fortune because of it.Later, the Japanese stipulated the specified period of use of legal currency, which was exchanged at a ratio of two to one within a limited period, and became invalid after the expiration date.Wangyou Tea House does not need to do business, but the Hang family has to survive, so Ye Zi has to take out the existing legal currency and ask his son Hang Han to do this. Hang Han was unwilling to exchange any reserve coupons in his heart. He felt that this matter itself was very humiliating, and it was not something he should do as a man.But besides him, who else could rely on in this current family?Mother is not allowed to go out, she has long been targeted by the Japanese secret service.The Japanese established many Japanese schools in Hangzhou. They already knew that my mother was Japanese, and sent people several times to let my mother become a teacher in a Japanese school.One day it was Pan'er's stepfather Li Feihuang who came to the door.Thinking of his dilemma, aggrieved and obsequious eating, Hang Han couldn't help but "pooh" on the wet slate floor. Someone yelled at him: "Little dead body, stop for me, you don't want to live anymore, what are you looking for with your head down? There are ingots on the ground!" Only then did Hang Han look up and saw that the alley had been blocked by a group of traitors.The reason why Hang Han chose this path was not because it was short, but on the contrary, it was twice as far away.But it has the advantage of bypassing the Japanese military police guard post at the Yingzi intersection.Hang Han saw more than once that when the people of Hang passed by, everyone would bow at ninety degrees when they passed the sentry post, and those who bent slightly higher would get a slap in the face.Hang Han would rather go the long way than bow to the Japanese military police.Unexpectedly, after changing securities from the bank, even this road was blocked. Standing at one end of the alley, one can see at the other end of the alley, a group of people are tying long ropes to the doors and windows of houses, including Wu You, the eldest son of Wu Sheng's traitor.He was vigorously yelling in front of the cheerleaders, one, two, three, and then, there was a bang, dust was flying, and the row of private houses he saw collapsed. Hang Han didn't understand why this group of people used such a method to demolish houses, so he blurted out, "What's this for?" Someone nearby said coldly: "They are digging the ancestral grave in their own house. God will pay for it, you beast!" The person scolding is happy, and the listener is also happy, but after listening to it, he quickly retreats to that person, for fear of causing trouble.But Hang Han didn't retreat, he leaned forward and saw that the person scolded wasn't Wu You's father Wu Sheng, who was it?Holding an oil-paper umbrella, he stood blankly in the rain, watching his eldest son jumping up and down between the collapsed door and window frames in full swing, dancing and chanting: "Beast, beast, You beast, you want to kill your father and mother, and make us die without a place to bury you, beast!" Hang Han asked: "Why do you want to demolish other people's houses?" "Wang Wuquan and Wu You partnered to open a coffin shop, saying that the Japanese were killed in front of them, and they wanted to use these coffins. They couldn't get so many coffins in Hangzhou, so they pulled the houses of these refugees with ropes and demolished them." I took the wood inside to make the coffin board. You look at it, you have been a person all your life, you always think you have seen everything, but it is in the hands of your own son. The owners of these private houses are old tea customers in our teahouse. Next time they come back and look for me like they are dying, how can I explain to them. I have to die before they come back, I have to die before they come back, I have to die before they come back...,, It seemed that Wu Sheng couldn't find anyone who could talk to him, and he couldn't even find anyone who dared to listen to him, so he caught one after another, and just talked about it to himself.Hang Han looked around him, people avoided him like a god of plague.Ever since Jiaqiao entered the city, Wu You became a traitor, and even Wu Sheng became a loner.Wu Sheng has always been the one who wants to grow up in the crowd. He has struggled all his life, and he is about to climb up to the status of his old rival Hang Tianzui in Hangzhou. .Even though he wiped the buttocks of these unfilial sons all day long, but he couldn't help but stink and pus, how could he wipe them clean?He did everything he could, including taking care of Lu Ai's funeral, so what's the use of it!The face of the whole life, an old face is still a butt.In his Changsheng teahouse, apart from Wu You and Jia Qiao's gang of gangsters, there are no old and well-behaved tea drinkers from the past.The despair and loneliness in his later years made him often think of his lifelong rival, Hang Tianzui who died before him.Now he knows that after a long time of quarrel, Hang Tianzui won. He threw his bastard son to his opponent, and asked Wu Sheng to go to hell himself to pay the blood debt. Hang Han doesn't know all this, or he can't experience it all.He had the most contact with Wu Sheng when he was attending the funeral for his grandma. He felt that he still had a conscience, so he didn't hate this old man like his father did.In such gloomy weather, he even had some sympathy for the traitor's father, so he said: "You'd better go back, don't talk about this here, be careful to be heard by others and go to the gendarmerie Here, there will be bitterness and delicious food." Wu Sheng looked at him and said suddenly, "Has your father not come back yet?" Hang Han didn't expect that he would ask this, so he shook his head as an answer. "Tell your uncle to come to me for tea," he said. Hang Han stepped back and replied: "I remember, I will go and tell him, you go back quickly, I will not forget." Now, Hang Han had to take the intersection of Yingzi Road.Maybe he originally thought that bowing to the Japanese against his will would be humiliating, but it would not be sadder than death, so at first he thought he would be able to withstand it.Unexpectedly, he was at the back of the line, the more he moved forward, the more uncomfortable he felt.The people in front of him and behind him were all old people and women, and only a big man like him was caught in the middle.He saw the Japanese gendarmes go to scalp those old people at every turn. They were all respected elders at home, and when they worshiped their ancestors during the Chinese New Year, they were all kneeling in front of a group of children and grandchildren in robes and jackets.Now they are submissive and dare not be angry or speak out, being pushed from east to west like beggars.He noticed that an old man in front of him was trembling, with tears in his eyes, and the old man was holding a child in his hand.Hang Han knew that for the sake of this child, the old man decided to bear any humiliation.Sure enough, the old man came to the gendarme and bowed, but he couldn't get through.The gendarme slapped him involuntarily, and the old man didn't even know what he had committed.A woman behind hurriedly said: "You make the child bow quickly, you make the child bow quickly, I didn't know this rule last time, and I was slapped several times! Make the child bow quickly, or he will slap the child Detained." When the old man heard that he was going to detain the child, he was terrified. He quickly pressed the crying child's scalp and knocked it to the ground.The Japanese soldier couldn't help laughing, picked up the child, and stuffed a candy into his mouth.The child was too choked to cry, and the old man was so frightened that he quickly carried the child away, and the Japanese soldier let them go with a laugh. It seemed that the Japanese military police were in a good mood, and Hang Han thought, maybe he wouldn't care about the performance of the people behind him.He took a step forward, wanting to slip away, and suddenly walked over.His attempt failed, and he was stopped by the Japanese soldier before taking two steps.He scolded Kang Han loudly in Japanese swear words, meaning the damn Chinese dog, don’t bow his head to me, and then stretched out his hand to massage Hang Han’s scalp. Hang Han understood the meaning of this sentence.Since he was a child, his mother often talked to him in Japanese, and his mother always told him that they floated from a distant island country, where her father lived, and they would go back to see him one day, using their own language dialogue.One day, he saw his mother crying because his grandfather died.It was the first time that Hang Han saw his mother wearing the toga worn by the island woman when he was offering sacrifices to his grandfather. His mother called it a kimono.His mother told him again, don't forget that place, they are going back to worship grandpa.Hang Han speaks Japanese very well, but now he hates himself for knowing such a language, and he hates the mouth that spits out this language.He turned his head and looked at this face with hatred. He was ashamed of this face, because he saw his familiar mark on this face.In the eyes, in the eyebrows, he can taste some resemblance that can only be understood but cannot be expressed in words, and he hates this resemblance more than ever.Only a fool can't see his hatred, and the Hang people who lined up to pass the checkpoint couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat.The Japanese military police naturally didn't understand the deeper meaning of this hatred, but he was still irritated.This is not bad, but the sky is the sky, a Chinese man dares to stare directly at him.He waved his hand and slapped Hang Han involuntarily.However, before he could let go of his hands, he had already been slapped twice heavily on the face. These two slaps can be said to have slapped the gendarme so that one Buddha was born and the other Buddha ascended to heaven.In the memory of the gendarme, except that the gendarme's superior can slap him at will, who else, who dares to slap him back and forth?Chinaman, Chinaman, is this Chinaman out of his mind?Did he die?The gendarme was so dumbfounded that he even forgot that he had a loaded gun in his hand.He covered his face and stared straight, as if he had been beaten into an idiot by these two slaps from Hang Han.And at this moment when the gendarme was in an idiot state, someone shouted——run away! Immediately, the Hangzhou people who had been queuing up screamed and dispersed.Among them, Hang Han ran as fast as an arrow, and flew straight forward with a single call.He heard a "bang" shot behind him, and the stunned Japanese military police finally came to their senses, and fired a shot into the sky in a daze.It was too late, but then it was too late, taking advantage of this life-saving time, Hang Han had already run to the bell tower of the youth association at the intersection of youth, turned around like a ghost, entered the gate of the youth association, and Fang Fang who was about to come out of it Sireng hit a full bosom.Seeing Hang Han's expression, Fang Xilen knew something was wrong, so he asked, "What happened?" "Don't ask, there are Japanese chasing me, hide me quickly." Hang Han ran inside without saying a word.Fang Xileng didn't have time to think about it for a while, so he ran to the gate in a hurry and saw Japanese soldiers chasing after him in rows. He didn't know where the courage and strength came from all of a sudden, he pulled the big iron gate and closed it. On the lock as big as a fist.The bayonets of the Japanese soldiers had just arrived, and they only had time to put the point of the bayonets on the big iron gate, and the gate rang loudly, but they couldn't get in.The YMCA is a Christian organization, and the Japanese haven't figured out what to do with it, so it still has a little independence.Once the gate was closed, the Japanese didn't dare to shoot casually, so they had to go back to ask for instructions. Here, after a burst of commotion, the situation calmed down temporarily. During this short period of time, pastor Su Dali and others have already come out to inquire about the news.Fang Xileng didn't know what happened to Hang Han, so he had to take Hang Han to the fourth floor. Hang Han was standing against the wall, and there were some slogans hanging on the wall - not to serve people, but to serve people; Truth, truth...the priests asked him some questions one after another, and as soon as he answered, the priests kept making the sign of the cross. Fang Xilen liked this young man, maybe because she was born to like these extraordinary characters; maybe it was just because he was Hang Jiaping's son; maybe he did nothing, just because this Chinese boy slapped the Japanese devils in broad daylight.She kept begging the pastor: "Pastor, God told you to save this young Chinese boy, besides he is my nephew. Pastor, our Father in heaven will see all this and must not let him fall into Satan's hands, you already know how cruel they are." The priests discussed it, and they were willing to do everything possible to protect Hang Han.Hang Han didn't have the kind of fear that other people had. He was practical by nature, and what he was thinking about most now was how to let his family members know about it.He told Fang Xileng to inform his mother and uncle immediately.There is a side door on the back wall of the Youth Association. Although it has been blocked by the Japanese at this time, people in the church can still come in and out through it. Fang Xileng came out from here and walked around the street a few times. Seeing no one following him, he walked straight to the Hang family compound. Although Ye Zi and Fang Xi'an live in the same city, they seldom see each other, and try to avoid meeting occasionally.However, the situation of the two of them is understood by each other.In particular, Li Feihuang has had a relationship with Ye Zi since the Lingyin fire.Yesterday he came here again with a sad face. He came here under the order of Xiaozhe, or because of the teacher of the Japanese school. Ye Zi felt that this man was very strange. He didn't want to go to work in that Japanese school; on the other hand, he was busy with this matter every day, and he looked like he was doing his part, and said with yellow sweat on his face: "Sister Yezi, you should give the Japanese an explanation." Ye Zi shook her head, she didn't want to tell Li Feihuang that many years ago, when Xiao Zhe was a student of her father Haneda, she knew him, and at that time, he was still a beautiful boy who devoted himself to the tea ceremony. I was using a thin rope to repair the gap in the leaves under the fence, thinking about something, when I suddenly saw Fang Xileng appearing at the other end of the gap, I was really shocked.Before asking what happened, Fang Xileng had already slipped in through the gap, and the two women ignored all the grievances and resentments in the past, and exchanged words with each other about the critical situation that just happened in the drizzle.Ye Zi was introverted by nature, and her son was the one who had the accident, so she was so suffocated that she could hardly speak, and she wobbled and couldn't stand up.It was Fang Xi who calmed down and said, "I see if you want to find someone. I know you won't agree with my suggestion, do you think it will be useful to find Jiaqiao? No, no, I really Damn, I shouldn't mention this beast's name, but who else can we call? Think about it, don't worry, think about it, who else can you call? Oh, I remembered, you You are Japanese. No, no, please don’t interrupt me. I know that you have already become a Chinese citizen, and you became a Chinese citizen after the July 7th Incident. I’m sorry, please forgive me. I know a lot about your family. Also had a biological son who grew up in this compound and spent my youth here myself... omg, where did I go wrong... I mean, you're full of Japanese blood anyway , Han’er is also half Japanese. Oh, I remembered, that little digger, it’s scary, he often comes to my house to deliver medicine to Pan’er, I heard that your father used to be his tea ceremony teacher... What, what are you going to do? Where to go?" Ye Zi had regained consciousness a little bit, and while wiping her wet hair with a towel, she said, "Thank you, sister-in-law, thank you for saving my son. You asked me where to go, of course, to my son, If he lives, I will live, and if he dies, I will die. I'm sorry, I have to make things difficult for you, please go to the entrance of the Confucius Temple, you know who I want you to find—" "It's difficult to say the least, I wanted to go to him. It's just that I don't know how he is doing now. According to Fei Huang, he seems a little, a little—" "How can you believe what other people say? Think about it, what happened to our family after the Japanese invaded. If it were another man, ten of them would not be able to survive. Think about it, what is he doing now? Why did he set up a tea stand at the gate of the Confucian Temple? Wasn’t it because Mr. Zhao was imprisoned in the Confucian Temple by Xiao Jue, would he go there? It was at such a time that he had someone else in his heart. Such a person would be a lunatic Do you think that such a person would be a lunatic?" The two women suddenly froze in the rain.Now, each of them has understood the last layer of secrets in their inner world, and then each of them woke up at the fastest speed, and before saying goodbye, they split up and hurriedly went to do their part. . On the way to the Confucian Temple, he had to pass by his own house. Fang Xi'an thought that his daughter Pan'er was alone at home, and wondered if her illness had improved today.Ever since that little dug kept sending people to send penicillin to treat Pan'er's tuberculosis, no matter how unwilling Pan'er was, her illness was still gradually improving.For Li Feihuang's family, the fear and comfort they felt about this matter were almost equally important.Especially Li Feihuang, Fang Xileng felt very strange, he had completely changed, the war had turned him into another person.He became very nervous, as long as he went out for a while, he would go to the sky for a while and fall into the earth for a while when he came back. He would think that he was born with a talent that would be useful, and that the Japanese were barbarians. How could he understand the 5,000-year-old Chinese civilization? , getting along with them is undoubtedly getting along with cannibals.No matter how Li Feihuang went to heaven and earth,Fang Xichuan has already seen clearly that her second husband's extravagant knowledge can't cover up the simplest fact - it's better to die than to live.Fang Xilen understands these old sayings, and she has almost become such a dependent person alive today.But after all, she hates this kind of life deeply, and she is always looking for opportunities to get rid of this kind of life.Unlike this Li Feihuang, who not only drags his life along, but also looks for various reasons for his dragging. In the rain, Fang Xi'an remembered what Ye Zi blurted out to her about Jiahe just now.Fang Xi'an admitted that Ye Zi's evaluation of Jiahe was correct.She had passed by the Confucian Temple more than once, and saw Jiahe's rebellious expression sitting in the rain.She had also shed tears at his look.In the past, she never thought that Hang Jiahe actually set fire to the compound of their Hang family. She thought that such a thing could only happen to Jiaping.Only now did she realize that they were brothers connected in the same vein after all, and they still had the same courage in their bones, but they showed it in very different ways.However, it was too late to know all this - why did she leave him?Why did the thorough knowledge of this man not come from her mouth—she was his wife after all—but from another woman who was not his wife... Thinking of this, she went into her house, she wanted to take a look at Pan'er, and take an umbrella for Jiahe by the way.But as soon as she closed the door, before she could call out Pan'er, she was slapped hard on the face.The slap left her dumbstruck.If Hang Han's slap in the morning was still mentally prepared, then Fang Xi'an's slap was really a bolt from the blue.She caressed her face, opened her mouth half-open, and shook for a long time until her daughter rushed out to support her.She looked intently and realized that the one who slapped her was indeed her husband Li Feihuang.Then, she also began to feel the burning pain on her face. Before she had time to think about it, Fang Xileng didn't care about the arrogance of the noble lady, so she slammed into it, knocking Li Feihuang to the ground.Li Feihuang didn't even stand up, hugged the Eight Immortals table, and cursed tearfully: "Fang Xileng, you pay for my son, and you give me back Li Yue. Fang Xileng, you're outrageous, you You only care about your own daughter, but you don't care about my son—" Fang Xilen's scalp went numb, her son—when she thought about what happened to his son, she couldn't stand up anymore.Still Pan'er supported her, crying and saying: "The nurse's family brought a letter saying that the nurse never came home and was killed by a Japanese plane on the way. Mom, mom, don't worry, my brother is not dead. I found out that my younger brother was carried away by an old monk, and I heard that he went to the poor children's home together, which is the poor children's home where Aunt Jicao is. Mom, don't worry, don't worry, brother will be fine ——" "—Fart! It's okay, it's okay, it wasn't born by a father, you just need to stand and talk without back pain—" "Li Feihuang, you are crazy! Li Yue is your son, isn't he my son? Was it you who was born in October, or was I born in October? You are still a dignified professor, you What is the difference between a bad eater and a cursing shrew with bound feet? "—Yes, yes, my eating looks ugly, you go back to the grass! Hang Jia and Riri are sitting in front of the Confucian Temple, you go to find him, you two are husband and wife again—" "—Ah, you still haven't shut up for me, you almost messed up all the big things!" Fang Xi'an jumped up all of a sudden, going to find an umbrella.Li Feihuang saw that his wife didn't even care about the quarrel, so he knew there must be something important, so he stood up from the ground and said, "What's the big deal? I heard about Li Yue just now, and I felt anxious. I couldn’t find you everywhere, thinking that you might be with your God again. I searched all the churches in Hangzhou city, but I couldn’t find you. That’s why I got so angry. On the way back, I passed by the YMCA , I saw the Japanese guys on the third floor and the third floor outside. I don’t know what happened? I was worried that you would also commit crimes there. If you commit crimes yourself, you will also bring us. Hope it’s just a little bit better , Li Yue couldn’t be found again, the Japanese wanted me to run a school, and I couldn’t even get together a teacher, it was really a matter of time and money to get together. After you finally returned home, what new tricks are you going to come up with now? " 方西岸因为急着要去找嘉和，也就顾不得刚才的那一巴掌，三言两语地把杭汉的事情说了一遍，拎起雨伞要走，还说："我不跟你多华佩，还是救人要紧。等我回来，你要离婚你要杀人放火，都随你的便好了。" 李飞黄倒是一个会算计的人，这时候哪里还会再跟方西岸胡搅蛮缠，拦住了西冷就说："有你那么笨的人吗？要找人，也不是我杭嘉和这种疯子。你还不去找杭嘉乔！他好歹是日本人的大红人啊！不管怎么说，和杭汉一个姓，他出面讲几句好话，不是都在了吗？" "你有没有吃错药，"方西岸就嚷了起来，"是哪一个弄死了绿爱，杭汉又是绿爱的什么人？你走开，我不管告诉嘉和有没有用，我得立刻就会通知他。" "你想干什么，你还嫌我们家里的麻烦事情不够多啊？这个小掘，一天到晚盯住盼儿，叫我日日提心吊胆。我在为谁提心吊胆？为他们杭家人啊。盼儿是谁的种，要我那么操心干什么？今日里你还要给我生出这些是非来。" 这么说着，李飞黄一把就把西冷推进了卧室，反手一把大锁就把西冷锁在了里面，自己在客堂间里，一头困兽似地转了几圈，指着盼儿说："你也不准出去！你要迈出这大门一步，别看你不是我生的，别看你现在生着病，我照样敢打断你的腿。我倒不相信，这个日本佬小掘敢把我怎么样！"这么狂吼乱叫了一阵，他就一把开了大门，又不知哪里钻营去了。 李飞黄这头刚走，盼儿就扑在卧室门口说："妈，你别着急，我这就给你找钥匙。" 方西岸就在屋里哭着说："李飞黄这个人，你又不是不知道，平时那几把钥匙，藏得和命根子似的，就怕我会发现他的什么宝贝。他今日是怎么啦？怎么下贱到这种地步！盼儿，妈是肚肠都悔青了，怎么会搭着这样的人过日子……" 盼儿见她妈又要哭，连忙止住她说："妈，现在也不是哭的时候啊！你既出不来，就让我去跑一趟吧。" 方西冷又惦记着女儿的身体，说："这么一个倒春寒，你往外面跑，我实在是不放心啊。你这身体刚刚见一点好，最不能够受风寒的，万一回来又病倒了怎么办？再说你刚才也看见了，李飞黄如今哪里还有一点人味儿？要是他回来见不着你，以后你的日子还怎么过？" 盼儿听母亲说着这样的辛酸话，倒也没有掉泪，只是说："妈，你放心，我记着多穿一点衣裳就是了。再说，我这次既去找了我亲爹，我也就不回这个家了，我回我的杭家大院了。" 方西岸一听这话，先是愣了一下，然后悲从中来，隔着门板要寻一条缝隙看看自己的女儿，却又看不到。心里想想，那么多年没把这个女儿真正放在心上，如今女儿真是要回他亲爹那里去了，也是没有办法的事情。李家，真是不能呆下去了，连她方西冷自己也想走了，为什么又要强留着女儿呢？这么想着，呜咽着说："我是早就想着会有那么一天了，只是你的身体那么不好，我心里舍你不下。可是李飞黄在这里，如今越儿又没了下落，他还不把你当个出气筒使唤。你就先走一步吧，等妈把教会的事安排好了，带着你到美国去，我们就算是逃出这个虎狼窝了。上帝护信你，快去吧，再晚，你杭汉哥就麻烦了。" 这么说着，方西冷就耳听着盼儿的脚步声远了，她还来得及叫一声："别忘了雨伞！" 回答她的，是大门重重的眼当声……