Kanto Fengyue

The wind in the north is always extremely cold, and it blows all winter long.This year's spring seems to have come very late. It has already passed March. In previous years, the river has been able to run ice platoons, but now the river is still open, and the puddles beside the road are also covered with a solid layer of ice, blown by the cold wind. The withered grass seemed to be lazy, and refused to get out of the ground no matter what.

New snowflakes are falling from the sky one after another. The world of Manchuria is different from that of the southern countries. There has never been a beautiful spectacle of red plums and proud snow, and the world is gray.Especially in early spring, the ground is covered with muddy ice and gray snow, and the world is desolate, dirty, chaotic and cold.

With the construction of the Middle East Railway, the ambitious Russian overseas Chinese brought the foreign culture of Eastern Europe, regardless of language, food, clothing or architecture, forcibly intervened in this land, and impacted the people living on the cold and hard black soil of Manchuria.

The He family mansion - a majestic and solid Russian-style building, with Baroque reliefs carved on the courtyard wall and iron fences with grape patterns. The building looks extraordinarily stupid and big, but it is self-defeating.

The two thick brown gates are wide open, and the gatehouse and courtyard walls are densely covered with white cloth, pine, bamboo and cypresses, and colorful wreaths are drawn in a row, but the white is particularly dazzling.

The entire He family mansion was immersed in a cold, gloomy, and lifeless air, with the sound of the wind blowing outside the window, stirring the pale window paper, crackling noises, and faintly identifiable wailing music, as well as depressing, depressing, Fragmentary cries.

On the altar table in the middle of the pure white mourning hall in the main hall, there are various fruits, candlesticks and long-burning lamps, and the flames on the lamps are dancing and dancing.In the brazier in front of the table, the orange paper was spitting out blue and mournful flames.In the middle of the hall stood a coffin, Mr. He was neatly dressed and lay quietly inside the coffin, with green smoke curling up from the incense burner in front of the coffin, and the incense burning continuously.

The main hall was filled with a thick atmosphere of sadness and oppression. Everyone in the He family, regardless of master and servant, hung their heads with tears in their eyes, their faces were ugly like ghosts crawling out of the underworld.The relatives and friends who came to express their condolences paid respects to the deceased and bowed their heads in mourning.The He family's nephews and close relatives, dressed in linen and filial piety, knelt on both sides of the incense table.The wives, concubines and family members of the He family knelt on both sides of the coffin, weeping bitterly.

"Boom, boom, boom" the sound of drums outside the door, and then the suona changed its tune, - a guest came to express condolences.The eldest daughter-in-law of the He family, Sun Xingya, frowned slightly, and thought to herself, "What time is it, how can there be people mourning?" As the head of He's family, he is in charge of the housework, so he is quite respected by his servants, and he has a majesty of his own.

Until a black gown appeared in the hall, the crying in the room stopped abruptly.Sun Xingya's almond eyes widened, she looked at the person coming, she was so surprised that she couldn't speak, only one thought echoed in her mind over and over again, "Zhang Yaoyun! He...he, he, why did he come back!"

Zhang Yaoyun is tall and tall, with a fair face, sword eyebrows slanted into his temples, and the black gown looks a little sloppy on him. When the cold wind passes by, the hem of the clothes moves with the wind, which makes him thinner and thinner. He is different from the rough men in the north. It embodies the gentleness and elegance of the literati in the south of the Yangtze River.A pair of phoenix eyes with hanging eyes are bright and bright, with a calm expression, the gaze is quite powerful, and there is a heroic spirit in the delicate beauty.He just stopped randomly in the hall, and the group of people immediately fell silent, and the female relatives even forgot to cry.There was no sound in the hall, even a thin needle could be heard clearly.

An old servant that the master of the He family used to serve was clever, and immediately went up to greet him, and said with a smile: "Mr. Zhang, you are back."

Zhang Yaoyun slightly nodded to him and said: "Uncle Ping, I haven't seen you for many years." With a slightly sad expression, he lowered his head and said to a three or four-year-old boy who was holding one hand: "Xiaoxue, his name is Grandpa Ping." He raised his head calmly Looking at Lao Ping carefully, he said: "Uncle Ping, this is my son." With a pair of phoenix eyes, there is no wave in the autumn water.

The little boy was born Yuxue cute, very clever and well-behaved, with long eyelashes, and a pair of big black eyes shining brightly, turning around on Lao Ping's face, his small nose wrinkled, sweetly He called out: "Hello, Grandpa Ping." The two dimples on the cheeks turned and turned, and the sweetness made Lao Pinggu dizzy.This infantile greeting was like a fire in the winter snow, piercing the long-suppressed silence, and it warmed everyone's hearts.

When Lao Ping saw the child's appearance, he was taken aback for a moment, and then he stammered in embarrassment: "This, this... ok, ok..."

When everyone heard the sound and looked at Xiaoxue, they were also shocked, and the He family stared at the big and the young in dumbfounded looks, and Xiaoxue was puzzled, and asked, "Dad, why are they all looking at me? "

Zhang Yaoyun sighed softly, lowered his head and said softly to Xiaoxue: "Xiaoxue, kneel down and kowtow three times to grandpa." Everyone was shocked when they heard the words.Xiaoxue opened her big innocent eyes, looked at Zhang Yaoyun blankly, then looked at the coffin in front of her, and asked, "Is grandpa the one lying there?" Zhang Yaoyun lowered his eyelids and nodded silently , the long eyelashes imprinted a dark and unclear shadow in the corner of the eye.With a cry, Xiaoxue immediately knelt down and kowtowed three times in the direction of the coffin.

After Xiaoxue kowtowed her head, she raised her delicate face and asked Zhang Yaoyun innocently: "Father, why is grandpa lying there, not moving and not talking?" Zhang Yaoyun lowered his eyelids , with a slightly bitter voice: "Children, don't ask so many questions." Xiaoxue lowered her head, bit her lower lip lightly, let out an oh, reached out and fiddled with her sleeves, then frowned and coughed twice.

Zhang Yaoyun's heart was suddenly tugged, he leaned down and hugged Xiaoxue, patted the child's back, frowned involuntarily and said: "Xiaoxue, are you still uncomfortable?" Xiaoxue smiled sweetly: " Daddy hug." Zhang Yaoyun patted his son's head affectionately: "Hey, wait until dad pays homage to grandpa before hugging you." Xiaoxue nodded sensibly.

Zhang Yaoyun put Xiaoxue down, and put a small package on his arm into the child's arms: "Xiaoxue, please help Dad to carry it for a while." He opened his clothes and knelt down, saying in a shy voice: "Master, I'm late. "Just about to kowtow.A cold voice resounded above the hall: "Who allowed you to bow down here and take the test first?" followed by two clear coughs, a beautiful voice, cold and slightly sonorous, with the meaning of gold and stone, the voice was not loud, But it taught the whole hall that both the host and the guests could hear clearly.

One of the He family's nephews and nephews kneeling on the ground at the top of the mourning hall suddenly stood up, everyone heard the sound and looked at that person.The man was completely dressed in plain clothes, and the skin exposed outside the clothes was as bright as suet and jade, crystal clear, there was no trace of blood on his pale face, and the blue blood vessels on his forehead were faintly visible.This man was as thin as a gust of wind, and as pale as a wisp of mist, standing still, but with an indescribably glamorous aura.This person is the third son of the He family - He Yaoting.

Sun Xingya hurriedly stood up and held him back, with a slightly nervous expression, she said: "Yao Ting..." He Yaoting flicked his sleeves lightly, broke away from her easily, and said softly, "Sister-in-law, it's okay..." Walked around Arriving in front of Zhang Yaoyun, looking down at him coldly with an unfriendly expression, he said slowly after a while, "You were the one who stepped out of He's house back then, what are you doing now?"

Zhang Yaoyun didn't even raise his eyelids, his eyes were still clear and his face was calm: "I'm here to pay homage to Master." With a casual tone, a hard tone, and a rough voice, he continued: "Master, this disciple didn't do his best by your side all day, It's my fault that you left."

He Yaoting kicked Zhang Yaoyun on the shoulder, and shouted coldly: "No worship!"

Zhang Yaoyun didn't move, took the kick abruptly, bent down, and knocked his forehead straight to the cold ground with a loud clang.

Seeing this, He Yaoting was furious, kicked Zhang Yaoyun again, and shouted: "No worship!"

Still unmoved, Zhang Yaoyun kowtowed his head for the second time until blood oozed from his forehead.

He Yaoting was even more angry, and when he was about to explode, Xiaoxue immediately put the burden in his arms on the ground, rushed forward and hugged his thigh, beat him, and shouted: "Bad people, don't bully my father."

He Yaoting was slightly taken aback by this little guy who jumped up suddenly, and then his beautiful brows frowned impatiently, just wanting to kick the little guy away.

Zhang Yaoyun was startled, got up quickly, and stretched out his long arms to hold his son in his arms.Xiaoxue glared at He Yaoting angrily, and met his eyes, he and He Yaoting were both stunned for a moment.Leaning in Zhang Yaoyun's arms, Xiaoxue cried out in surprise: "Mom..."

The corner of He Yaoting's mouth twitched, his fair face darkened instantly, and he said coldly, "Who is your mother..."

Xiaoxue took out a silver necklace from the collar. There was a heart-shaped pendant in the middle of the necklace. When the pendant was opened, there was a black and white photo inlaid inside. The person in the photo had an oval face with a pointed chin. A little childish baby flesh, with picturesque eyebrows, straight nose bridge, a pair of big black eyes with deep eyes, smiling calmly, with a dimple on one side of the cheek.The facial features are three-dimensional and distinct, slightly westernized, and she is a beautiful and elegant beauty.

This beautiful face with the crescent moon clearing the halo and the plum blossoms reflecting the snow is almost exactly the same as He Yaoting.It's just that He Yaoting has neat short hair and bigger eyes, making his facial features sharp and angular, cold and handsome.The beauty in the photo has long black hair like a waterfall, gentle and sweet.

Xiaoxue huddled in Zhang Yaoyun's arms, and burst into tears: "Mom doesn't recognize me..." He Yaoting's cloudy face was covered with another layer of frost.Zhang Yaoyun patiently coaxed his son: "Xiaoxue, he is not a mother, but uncle..."

Xiaoxue refused: "My father told me that my mother looks like this, and my father lied... woo..." she continued to bury her head in tears.

Zhang Yaoyun didn't know whether to laugh or cry, looked at He Yaoting with a little embarrassment, and sighed softly: "Xiaoxue, he has never met Xueying."

He Yaoting's complexion changed drastically, and he pulled Zhang Yaoyun's collar and shouted: "What do you mean I have never seen Xueying? What do you mean? Where is Xueying? Where is my sister!" With the child in his arms, He Yaoting had already pounced on him and tore him to pieces.

Zhang Yaoyun's expression darkened, and with a wave of one hand, he broke away from He Yaoting's tearing, put Xiaoxue down, turned around, picked up the package on the ground, opened it, took out a lacquered wooden box, placed it next to the coffin, stroked it, his eyes were gentle He said softly, "Xuelin, I'm taking you home."

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