Shangyuan Tour

When the New Year's Eve is approaching, the town is not peaceful, and Han Yuezong often takes his brothers on a night patrol and comes back very late. As soon as the door of the front building slams, there is a voice of concern from the back room:

"Yue Zong is back?"

Han Butou hurriedly said: "Hey! I'm back!" He was surprised why this gentleman slept so late, but it must not be a lustful desire.

According to his line of thinking, even thinking about it would be considered offensive.

I went to the window and listened for a while, but there was no movement, and I was so ashamed of my actions, I thought, Mr. is so caring, but he is wrongly blamed.

But he didn't think wrong, Mr. Pei thought about how anxious he was, and only wished that there was no chance to show his courtesy.

This day, Chenshi went to Zhang Da's family tutoring class as usual, and when he walked to the street, he saw panic and rumors everywhere. After inquiring, it turned out that the imperial court wanted to recruit soldiers for the war, and if there were two strong men in a family, one had to be arrested.I also heard that this time the frontier was being fought hard, and those who were taken away should not even think about coming back.

Mr. Pei was inexplicably frightened, and ran to the gate of the yamen to wander around.

Coincidentally, Han Yuezong's relatives escorted a Jiangyang thief back, and seeing him, he hurriedly motioned him to wait a moment, and when the prisoner came out after handing over, the two of them went to a small vendor next to them and ordered two bowls of shrimp skin wontons to drink.

Mr. Pei asked about conscription.

Han Yuezong frowned, nodded and said: "It is indeed a task assigned by the superior. The county magistrate is very worried about this matter. If the head is not paid by the end of the month, I am afraid..."

He is worried about whether the errand will be completed.

Hearing this, Mr. Pei was relieved, thinking yes, this Han Yuezong came as an official, and secondly, there was an old lady at home to support, so no matter what he couldn't be caught.

Startled, he sat with Han Yuezong for a long time after dinner, and didn't want to leave until midnight.

Han Butou was fighting wits with Jiangyang robbers during the day, and at night he had to deal with the sharp-talking, clueless gentleman. He was so sleepy that he couldn't keep his eyes open, and fell asleep on the chair while chatting.The tired face made people feel distressed and excited, Mr. Pei stretched out his hand to touch his face, and called softly: "Zong'er."

Han Yuezong suddenly opened his eyes and grabbed his wrist, his face full of astonishment.

At this time, Mr. Pei didn't want to act, so he put on his usual bitter face and said, "That's it."

After getting along for a period of time, my husband often had strange words and eyes. Han Yuezong also said that he was suspicious, but he actually admitted it himself, and said heartbrokenly: "Why?"

Mr. Pei was almost overjoyed, and thought to himself that there must be a reason for this matter, and if you look at it, you just look at it.

But he couldn't tell him what to do with An Shen'er, he lowered his head and pretended for a while, then Fang sighed in a low voice: "Everyone has a preference, and I have no choice but to be masculine from birth."

It means that the sky is a mischief, and I can't blame him.

Han Yuezong's head "buzzed", and the gentleman who respected him like a god suddenly said that "manly" is long and "male" is short, which made him feel uncomfortable as if his chest was hit by a hammer.

After a long while, Fang choked out a sentence: "Didn't you say you wanted to change it?"

Mr. Pei raised his eyes and said with a half smile but not a smile: "If there is a mistake, I will correct it. I, Pei, will not steal or rob. If I like you, I will think of it for you every day. I am afraid that you will not be able to eat well, wear warm clothes, sleep comfortably, what's wrong? Is there?"

Han Yuezong grew up to this age innocently, and didn't want the first sentence "like" not to come from the shy new daughter-in-law, but from a very familiar Mr. Tutor in front of him. Stretching his neck, he didn't know how to answer the conversation.

Just because he is a kind person, he doesn't know a word of harsh words.

In the end, Mr. Pei felt bored and went back to sleep first.

Han Yuezong said painfully to his back: "I will be a teacher for a day, and a father for the rest of my life."

Mr. Pei shook his body, and mocked him back: "It's just a few words taught, I'm not a few years older than you."

This is true. Mr. Pei has a refined appearance and often smiles from the corners of his eyes. No matter how you look at it, he can be called a good-looking talent and a young talent.

The paper on the window lattice was pierced, and the life suddenly changed.

Han Yuezong went out early and returned late, and he would not see him if he could not be avoided. Sometimes he just worked the night shift in the yamen to make do with one night; For wine, Zhang Dahu actually brought Mr. Pei here, so he vaguely called "Sir", and the other party would definitely call "Zong'er" at this time, as if reminding him of the incident that made him jump.

After hiding for many days, Mr. Pei caught a cold and fell ill at night.

The little boy at the pharmacy saw Han Butou patrolling the street, so he asked a lot: "Is Mr. Pei feeling better?"

Han Yuezong was shocked: "What?"

The young man said: "I came to our shop the day before yesterday to grab the medicine for wind and cold, and I don't know if he is better or not."

Han Yuezong faltered and said, it's almost there.

Then I thought again, Mr. is a foreigner, lonely and no one to rely on, even if he is sick, he has to drag his body to grab the medicine by himself, I don't know if he will be tricked by his clumsy hands.With a soft heart, I turned around and ran home to have a look.

Mr. Pei lying on the bed was almost fainted from fever, his mouth was full of blisters, his eyes were red and his mouth was dry, he was staring out the window and coughing.Seeing him coming in, there was a twinkle of joy in his eyes, which was a bit unbelievable.

"It's so serious?" Han Yuezong was so startled that he hurriedly fetched water, covered a towel, and looked for medicine to fry, but saw that the broken medicine dregs were scattered blackly on the stove, and it was really useless.

After finally getting out a bowl of black and thick medicinal juice and bringing it to the bed, Mr. Pei shook his head when he saw it.

"Bitter? Good medicine is bitter, sir!"

I squeezed my nose and poured it in.

In the evening, he came back from patrolling the streets. As the old saying goes, illnesses go away like silkworms, and Mr. Pei is still limp and unable to get out of bed. I can't say that the kind and generous Han Butou waited on the decoction for a few more days.

Mr. Pei was a little better, and he was also a little guilty. He didn't want to drag him, so he wrote a note and stuffed it when he could get up.

Han Butou remembered it when he was out on patrol, took it out and looked at it, and it read: "Qingshan only recognizes Bai Yunchou."

A little literacy, not a proficiency in writing, I couldn't read it over and over again, but it was still warm in my arms.

It was a warm winter day, and a few sparrows were singing happily on the branches.

Due to his illness, Han Butou has recovered more than half of his health, so he feels relieved. When he goes out to patrol the streets, he walks lightly. When he reaches the river bank, he gets on the ferry boat to do some errands there. Le, full of Wen crepe.Han Yuezong's heart moved, he took out the note and handed it to him, the storyteller glanced at it and laughed.

"What do you mean?" Han Butou asked anxiously.

The storyteller said: "Young man, which girl are you betraying? There is another sentence before these words, which is called: If you don't have the heart, I will leave."

If you don't have the heart, I will rest. Qingshan only recognizes Bai Yunchou.

The fallen leaves float in the cold pool of clear water, and I forbear to lower my brows from the past.

This love should be long-lasting, if you don't have the heart, I will rest.

In the clear sky and broad daylight, Han Bu's head looked as if he had been struck by lightning, and his cotton clothes were soaked in layers of sweat. When the wind blew, he started a fierce battle in a daze.

It can be seen that most of the people in the world who are presumptuously emotional start from the bone-piercing heart.

After wandering around like this for a whole day, and returning home in the evening, Mr. Pei packed up a small package and put it in the hall. On the table in the hall, there were three large meat dishes and a pot of hot wine.

Han Yuezong was puzzled and asked, "What do you mean, sir?"

Mr. Pei returned to his demeanor, and said with a smile: "The year is approaching, Yue Zong, you have to go home to serve my mother, and I want to go back home too."

Han Yuezong felt as uncomfortable as being stabbed by someone. He had been together for a long time, and the relationship was so close. After thinking for a long time, there was no reason to refute, so he asked: "Is there someone like An Shen'er in my hometown?"

Mr. Pei was taken aback for a moment, then blushed slightly, and said "Mmm".

"Is it An Shen'er's kind?" Han Yuezong disdainfully.

Mr. Pei scratched his head and said, "That's not true. He was a classmate of the same year as me. He has a brilliant literary talent. He passed the exam that year when he rushed to take the exam."

Maybe he has become a high-ranking official, and his future cannot be ruined. Mr. Pei was full of frustration and lost ambition, and lived in that bamboo forest for several years.

"Oh," Han Yuezong's heart was suddenly sour, and he was overwhelmed with all kinds of feelings. He brought wine to respect his husband, and after three or two drinks, he got himself drunk, with tears and snot in his nose.

When the wine is on the head, people are more worried.

Mr. Pei helped him to rest on the bed, Han Yuezong grabbed his arm and asked, "What's that man's name?"

Still thinking about it, it sounds like eating.

Mr. Pei said honestly, "My name is Yan, and my style name is Fengzong."

It turned out that "Zong'er" yelled that, Han Yuezong felt desolate and inexplicably resentful, grabbed his husband's wrist and pulled it into his arms, holding it tightly and never wanting to let go.

The firecrackers sounded, and every household celebrated the New Year.

Han Butou picked up my mother to celebrate the New Year in the town, and the warm velvet was laid out for the old man in the big house, and he and his husband lived in the small house.

The song "Dai Da Gu Meng Yuan" has long been memorized by him, and he often recites it in his heart and sighs it once.

It makes Mr. Pei often be suspicious, how can such a good trick not make him addicted, but it is a temporary trick that makes him never forget it?

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