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The younger brother began to practice seriously, but his palms were soft and not as strong as before. The younger brother immediately took advantage of the loopholes and almost pushed him somersaults.

"Senior brother Tong, I'm sorry!" The younger brother laughed happily. Usually, it was the elder brother who beat him to death, but today he has avenged himself.

"It's okay!" He smiled, but he wondered if he had vented his anger because he lost his virginity, because Baguazhang itself is an internal and external kung fu. He was a virgin before, so he took advantage of it. Things are also faster than other senior brothers, with less selfish distractions, but not now, Shen Yuezhi's face will pop up from time to time to distract him, he knows it is not good, but he has no way to change this person's appearance from If you drive out your heart, this means that you have moved your heart, right?

Master He returned to the living room and said to his wife: "Is Fulai worrying about the failure of the marriage?"

The teacher put the fried dough sticks and soy milk on the table, and said in a low voice: "Oh...this child is quite miserable. It's not easy for Sister Tong to bring him up. I'll help him talk about it. Don't you urgent."

Master He turned his face and asked, "Is Sister Tong feeling better?"

"I met her in Dashan Lane two days ago, and she was still the same, but she was afraid that she would suddenly fail one day, so she kept pulling me to ask Fu to come and get married." She lowered her head, a little bit wanting to cry, Sister Tong's life is really hard, but fortunately, Fulai is a sensible child, filial and obedient, without any bad habits.

He let out a "huh" and fell into the memory:

20 years ago, Sister Tong came to their door with her newly born Fulai to ask for help from her adoptive father, who was still in his teens at the time.The ice and snow in the twelfth lunar month froze the mother and son to death. The adoptive father immediately invited the eldest sister into the house and took good care of her.

The adoptive father told him that Sister Tong was originally from the Yellow Banner, and Tong Jia's family was a direct descendant of Long Kedo, an important minister of the former Qing Dynasty. However, the adoptive father did not explain why he was in trouble. Doing some needlework, I set up a stall in Liulichang to sell cloth shoes to support Fulai, but because of working hard all day long, I was depressed and suffered from asthma, which could not be cured for a long time.

He also watched Fulai grow up, and this child was like his half son.

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One cold morning, a black Ford car was parked outside the Beijing Railway Station, and a burly young military officer stood beside the car. When he saw a middle-aged man with an elegant temperament coming out of the station, he immediately greeted him respectfully. He walked over and said politely, "Mr. Tong, why did you come here alone? It's too unsafe."

The man smiled and waved his hands: "Hehe, there's no need to be so grand, let's go, Adjutant Zhao."

"Yes, Mr. Tong." He opened the car door, asked the middle-aged man to sit in the car, then sat in the driver's seat and started the car.

"Is it arranged for me to meet with them?" Mr. Tong asked Adjutant Zhao.

"It has been arranged. When they arrive, I will inform you that you will stay in the Huguang Guild Hall first, and I will be responsible for your security and travel." He smiled easily as he spoke. Don't act like it was yesterday.

Mr. Tong took off his glasses, looked out the window at the familiar but somewhat unfamiliar scenery, and said leisurely: "I haven't been back to Beijing for 20 years, and I don't recognize many places."

Adjutant Zhao said while driving: "Beijing is your hometown, you should stay longer, I will stay by your side 24 hours a day, just call me whenever you want to go out."

"Okay, can you take me to Di'anmen?" He said melancholy.

"Okay." He immediately turned the corner at the next intersection and headed straight to the north of the city.

There are very few motor vehicles driving in the streets and alleys, most of them are foreign cars. The green trams run between Qianmen and Xizhimen. car".But the rickshaw drivers didn't like this thing very much, and even held a massive strike because the tram took their business, and even destroyed the station, using the tram as a living target to vent their personal anger!

Adjutant Zhao drove his car to the bustling Di'anmen, and Mr. Tong asked him to park the car under the bell tower. He got out of the car and looked around at the once familiar scenery. He sighed and said, "Something has changed, but the change Not big."

Adjutant Zhao came to him, looked at the nearby alleys and shops, and asked in a low voice, "Did you live here?"

"Well, but I moved to Guangzhou 20 years ago, and the property was sold. I'm afraid not many people remember me now." He looked sadly at the courtyard in the opposite alley, but he didn't have the courage to go over to have a look. , This is probably because of the guilt in his heart.

"Let's go, go to the Huguang Guild Hall." Mr. Tong sat back in the car after speaking, but his mood was a little sad, but there was a sentence in his heart: 20 years have changed, and I don't know where the old man is now?

Adjutant Zhao saw that Mr. Tong was a little sad, so he didn't speak any more. He drove southward at a leisurely pace, and arrived at the Huguang Guild Hall on Hufang Bridge in a short while.

But before he stopped the car, he saw a foreign car rushing past them, causing him to step on the brakes.

Angrily, he parked his car at the entrance of the guild hall, stuck his head out of the car window, and shouted at the driver: "Please look at the road, please?" Run as you want.

The coachman stopped the car and said embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, I was just looking at the front." The person who spoke was Fulai, who brought Shen Yuezhi to the Huguang Guild Hall to attend the church meeting.

"Mr. Tong, are you okay?" Adjutant Zhao asked with concern.

He smiled kindly: "It's okay, they are just looking for a living, so don't worry too much." After speaking, he got out of the car and stood aside waiting for the adjutant to bring his luggage.

But his eyes were looking at the young coachman in front of him, and he felt that the boy was quite handsome.

After a while, a tall and handsome man got out of the car, and whispered something to the driver with a smile. The driver seemed a little shy, but he just helped the man carry the suitcase, locked the car, and followed him into the car. The red door.

Shen Yuezhi turned his head and said to Fu: "Bi Ling has arrived, let's have dinner first, and go take a bath after singing at night?"

"Oh, I listen to you." He followed Yue Zhizhi, looking back at his rickshaw from time to time. Since the return belt was tied on the car, he has fallen into trouble, and he will go to the back door to look after sitting in the theater for a while. Depending on the situation, I'm afraid his car will "encounter misfortune" again!

Today is the [-]th birthday of the mother of Mr. Zhou, a rich man in the capital. He invited Wu Biling and Shen Yuezhi's team to sing the hot "Legend of the White Snake". started.

Shen Yuezhi brought Fu to the backyard of the guild hall, and entered a large wing room, where all the troupe were preparing to dress up, and when they saw him coming, they greeted him one after another.

"Yuezhi, come over to eat soon?" Wu Biling greeted warmly. He was sitting at the table with Xiaohui and the old Wang who was in charge for dinner, but they only ordered light dishes, because eating too much greasy food would affect the throat.

"Okay, I'll wash my hands first." He took off his coat, handed the clothes to Fulai, and then walked to the side of the sink, and the old Wang who was in charge immediately changed him to clean warm water.

"Boss, Mr. Zhou rapped and wanted you and Mr. Wu to go and sit with the old lady." Old Wang said, he knew this guy didn't like to socialize, but he still had to give face when it was time.

Shen Yuezhi said impatiently in a low voice: "Yes, yes, I see, anyway, I will help Bi Ling block that old pervert."

Fulai hung up the boss's clothes, put the box in the corner, and then found a place out of the way and squatted down. Everyone was busy on stage for a while, but he was the only one who was idle and couldn't help much.

Seeing his pitiful appearance, Xiaohui went over to move a stool for him, and said softly, "You won't find a chair to sit on yourself?"

"I see that you are all busy, so don't make trouble." He sat down, but his stomach started to growl. Let's go out and find something to eat later. I saw a sale on the side of the road just now. There is a wonton stall, two bowls of wontons, and two pancakes will fill you up.

When Shen Yue turned around, he saw Fulai who was talking to Xiaohui, his face drooped, but he couldn't say anything in front of so many people, so he sat down beside Xiaosheng in Liyuan, and asked with a smile: "Where are you?" Have I ordered fried mutton with green onions?"

"Singing a big opera and eating mutton, you are not afraid of breaking your voice. Here, let's have a cup of tea first?" Bi Ling poured him a cup of green tea, and then helped him serve a bowl of rice.

"How's the preparations for the marriage going?" he asked, who was going to start a family at the end of the month.

Wu Biling lowered her eyes and replied: "My mother is in charge of it, I don't care, just drink more and roll into the bridal chamber. Anyway, I won't know anything until dawn."

"Festival night in the bridal chamber, it's the joy of the young entrance examination, you should be happy, and I heard that your wife is a beauty." He said while picking up vegetables, but he didn't notice the melancholy expression on the other party's face.

Biling glanced at him, put down his chopsticks: "Which pot is not open, which pot is not open, don't tell me this."

Taking advantage of the fact that there was no one else at the dinner table, Shen Yuezhi lowered his voice and said: "I have to talk about you now, no matter how good we are, it won't blossom and bear fruit, right? As a man, we have to carry on the family line and continue the incense."

"Why don't you carry on the family line and continue the incense, you are two years older than me." He was originally not happy to marry a wife so early, but his parents refused, alas, how he felt