He Wei

After successfully persuading Matchmaker Wang, who came to the door every now and then to say goodbye, life has become a lot cleaner. The handover procedures for the medical center have also been handed over, and Xue Chengyu and Xu Lang no longer have to sleep and forget to check the accounts.When they had nothing to do, they sat in the yard tasting tea and admiring flowers, writing poems and painting, and lived a very comfortable life.

Seeing that the weather outside was nice this morning, Xu Lang planned to take out the books that had been placed in the house all year round to dry.The humidity in the south is heavy, and books are prone to mold, so it is absolutely impossible not to dry them.

It's a pity that Xu Lang's idea is good, but looking at the bookcase full of medical books, he has more than enough energy, so he called two servants and three people to move them for half an hour before moving all the books to the yard .

However, these medical books that Xue Chengyu has often read in recent years are just the tip of the iceberg in Xue's collection. As for how many books there are in the medical room, one can imagine without giving a speech.

After moving the books, Xu Lang went around the house again to see if there was anything else that needed to be dried.

However, after turning around several times, he still didn't see it. Xu Lang suddenly caught a glimpse of the long sword placed on the sword stand when he planned to end it.

On weekdays, Xue Chengyu took good care of it in every possible way. Needless to say, he knew that it was an important object, and there must be some old things that Xue Chengyu didn't want to mention in it.

Just when Xu Lang was researching what makes the long sword different, he heard Xue Chengyu ask him to take out the long sword. This action aroused Xu Lang's thought of asking the truth, and hurriedly came to Xue Chengyu with the sword.

Xue Chengyu held the sword in his hand, and sighed uncontrollably while stroking the scabbard with one hand, his eyes were full of loneliness.The wind and cold that came five years ago was so sudden that he was caught off guard.

The whole sword is mainly white, and after leaving the house, Xu Lang realized that it was not an ordinary white plain sword. The scabbard was decorated with delicate dark patterns, which turned out a faint white light under the sunlight.

Xue Chengyu pulled out his sword and wiped the sword carefully with a handkerchief, as if he was handling a piece of fragile porcelain carefully.

Xue Chengyu wiped the blade of the sword three times before reluctantly putting the sword on the table. Looking at it in a daze, he sighed for a while: "Dancing swords under flowers... really makes people miss..."

Xu Lang once heard Uncle Fu talk about Xue Chengyu's youthful past, which made him sigh.

Lame, divorced, a high-spirited young man suddenly turned into a disgusting oil bottle, this kind of thing would be uncomfortable for ordinary people, let alone Xue Chengyu.

Xue Chengyu looked at the long sword lying quietly on the table, but there seemed to be a voice deep in his heart urging him to lift the long sword again and show off his heroic posture again.

But with his current legs and feet, not to mention a set of swordsmanship, he can't even complete the initial form, why should he dance with him again?

Thinking of this, Xue Chengyu couldn't help slapping his palm on the stone table heavily. The force of this palm was so strong that the tea sets on the table trembled.

Xu Lang didn't know why Xue Chengyu was so angry, so he quickly put away the long sword and put it where Xue Chengyu couldn't see, refilled him with a new cup of tea and handed it to him, then sighed softly: "Since taking over the hospital, the young master has become easier Angry, I can't help the young master share his worries...it's getting more and more useless..."

Xue Chengyu knew that Xu Lang was frightened by the actions just now, so he suppressed the anger in his heart and comforted him: "This matter has nothing to do with you... It's all old things, don't mention it, don't mention it..."

The more Xue Chengyu said this, the more Xu Lang wanted to know why he cared so much about the sword. At this moment, the inquisitive thoughts dominated, but Xue Chengyu knew what he wanted to ask before he could open his mouth.

"I was weak when I was young, and my father asked me to practice martial arts because he was afraid that I would not live long. This sword was given to me by my father when I was ten years old. I thought that practicing martial arts would strengthen my body, but I still didn't escape it." The wind and cold and the persistent high fever almost killed me, and it would be better to die then if I became a cripple and recovered half of my life... The boy who used to dance sword under the flowers has disappeared..." Xue Chengyu said again It was a long sigh, feeling extremely depressed.

Xu Lang turned his head and snorted, and said seriously: "If the young master died in that winter, we would not have you and me today, let alone the life we ​​have now. You can't want too much in life. What kind of life is it like, only contentment can be happy.”

Seeing Xu Lang's serious appearance, Xue Chengyu raised the corners of his mouth like a self-deprecating smile, and sighed: "It's true that the authorities are fascinated by the onlookers, I remember that I told Xiao Lang this truth, but I didn't expect it to become the truth that Xiao Lang persuaded me now. You’ve learned well and deserve a reward.”

Seeing Xue Chengyu smiled, Xu Lang no longer worried about him, and presented the long sword he had just taken aside to Xue Chengyu, "The sky is clear and the wind is clear, and the flowers are blooming. It's the right time to dance the sword. The situation of the young master Compared with five years ago, it has improved greatly, and the young master now is not the young master five years ago, if you want to dance, why not try it?"

Seeing the long sword in front of him, Xue Chengyu was hesitating whether to catch it or not. After a while, he slowly stretched out his hand and held the scabbard tightly. After a lot of inner struggle, he made up his mind to pull the long sword out of its sheath.

Because Xue Chengyu has not held the sword for a long time, he has almost forgotten the feeling of holding the sword. The set of swordsmanship taught by his master at the beginning has only been forgotten.

Even so, Xue Chengyu didn't give up the idea of ​​dancing the sword, he threw down his crutches, and slowly moved aside to dance on his own.

I used to rely on wheelchairs and crutches to walk without showing sluggish legs and feet. This time when I suddenly moved, it was almost a jerk. The joints were uncontrollable like a puppet with a broken lead, very sluggish.

Although the legs and feet have improved a lot, but the movements are not smooth, and every move is sloppy, not as good as when he was a beginner.

If the master who taught him at that time saw it, he might be scolded.Even in such a situation, Xue Chengyu did not give up, and still staggered through the last move.

At the moment of closing, a cherry blossom floated down from the tree, and it landed on the tip of the sword just right.

The breeze slightly lifted the corners of Xue Chengyu's clothes, Xue Chengyu's left hand was behind his back, and his calm state was like a statue perfectly fitting with the cherry tree behind him.

Xue Chengyu took back the sword and picked up the flower on the tip of the sword, walked slowly back to the stone table, and handed the flower to Xu Hong with a smile.

At that moment, Xu Lang seemed to understand what it means to "stand like a zhilanyushu, smile like a bright moon in your arms".Xu Lang took the flowers, and the two looked at each other and smiled, knowing many things without words.

"The sword has become a decoration since it became inconvenient to move, and I never thought that I would be able to dance again five years later. It's a pity that I didn't play well. Xiao Hongquan just watched a sideshow."

As soon as these words came out, Xu Lang couldn't help laughing, "Master, you are joking, I can't stand Young Master Xue juggling for me."

Xue Chengyu put the sword back into the scabbard and put it aside, squeezed Xu Hong's chubby face, and said with a smile: "I'm just doing a sideshow for my sweetheart, I don't want gold or a promise Why can't you bear it? Could it be that Xiao Lang has a big gift?" He said that the strength in his hand didn't decrease, and he pinched it very hard, as if he was implying something.

Xu Lang instantly understood what Xue Chengyu meant by "big gift", her face turned red immediately, she rubbed the place where Xue Chengyu pinched, and said aggrievedly: "Master, what are you thinking... I didn't intend to give that kind of gift ..."

"It's fine if you don't give it, I don't have to, but my dignified young master of the Xue family can't just not take a penny, at least I have to show it."

Xu Lang was very helpless to Xue Chengyu's bargaining, since Xue Chengyu wanted this "gift" so much, then he just gave it.

Xu Lang leaned towards Xue Chengyu, kissed Xue Chengyu on the cheek, and immediately retreated to the stone bench.

Xue Chengyu was not very satisfied with such a "return", but when he thought of Xu Lang's thin skin, it was not easy to be so proactive, what more could he ask for.

At a certain moment, Xue Chengyu felt that he should thank the girl who retired from the engagement back then, maybe her withdrawal was destined in the universe.

It was because of her concession that Xue Chengyu and Xu Lang were able to create opportunities for him to recognize his own heart.

Afterwards, Xue Chengyu sent people to inquire about the girl from that family, but unfortunately she had already married in a different place, and the family also moved away from Jiangnan because they felt that the divorce back then was sorry for Xue's family.

But fortunately, the girl's life is not bad, and the person she married was in the same mind as her and loved her very much, and lived a happy life, which was considered the best reward from heaven.

People are always tossing back and forth among the eight sufferings in their lives, especially the most tormenting of not being able to ask for it and not letting it go.

Xue Chengyu has seen through the eight hardships and life early on. Others think he is detached and indifferent, but he is not. He never insists on things that are not him. He just cherishes the people in front of him and let the natural development be good.

And Xu Lang is regarded as a treasure by him and needs to be taken care of carefully.

"Mr. Pei at the chamber of commerce celebrates his [-]th birthday tonight. My father's leg hurts and he can't drink alcohol these two days so he can't go to the banquet. Let me take Cheng Yi with him."

"Mr. Pei?" Xu Lang muttered, after thinking for a long time, he didn't remember who Mr. Pei was, but vaguely remembered that he seemed to be a white-haired old man who was nearly sixty years old.

"Don't you remember? It's the old man who always stands on my father's right, the one who opened the New Year's speech at this year's annual meeting, do you have any impression?"

According to Xue Chengyu's description, Xu Lang went through his memory and still didn't remember who "Mr. Pei" was.I had no choice but to curl my lips in embarrassment, and replied: "I really don't remember."

"It's okay, my father has already prepared congratulatory gifts. You can ask Uncle Fu later to get them, then ask Cheng Yi to change his clothes, and ask him to pay more attention to etiquette. The third master's birthday party is not something he started fooling around."

"It's all according to the young master's arrangement, so I'll do it now." After speaking, Xu Hong stood up, but was stopped by Xue Chengyu when he was about to leave.

"You can change one too, I have someone make some new clothes according to your preferences, and they will be delivered to your house in the afternoon if there is no mistake, remember to try them on then.

You treat this as your own home. The Xue family has a great career and will not worry about supporting you. Just take what you want, and don't always lose yourself. "

Xu Lang couldn't remember clearly how many times Xue Chengyu had persuaded him to treat the Xue Mansion as his own home in the past three years, and he indeed regarded the Xue Mansion as his own home.

But he is used to living a hard life, and he also knows that the Xue family's money will never be allowed to be spent by him at will. He is only relying on Xue Chengyu to have the current life, what else can he expect.