In one go

Wang Hang was angry about getting up.The people who waited on him in the mansion changed every day, even if they were given a hundred taels of snow-patterned silver, they would not want to wait for Wang Hang to get up every morning.But even if it changed every day, many people couldn't bear Wang Hang's temper, and there were many people who left after working for two or three months.

But this morning, it seems to be a little different from usual.

Zhang Zhezhi had been waiting here for almost an hour. Last night Wang An only confessed that he was waiting outside the door until Chenshi. When Chenshi arrived, someone would naturally come and tell him what to do.But now, Zhang Zhezhi raised his eyes and looked around, and No. 12 leaves that were blown by the wind floated to his feet.He suppressed the anger in his heart and concentrated on counting No. 13 fallen leaves.

"Zhang Zhezhi." In the blink of an eye, he called lazily inside.

Should I answer "the little one is here" or "the slave is here"?He hesitated for a moment, before he opened his mouth, another voice came from inside, still calling his name, but the tone was lowered and the volume increased.Could it be that you are angry?

He hurriedly replied: "What is the order of the third master?"

After being quiet for a while, Wang Hang's anger subsided. He sat by the bed, looking around while thinking.The bed—it’s okay; the desk—it’s not too messy; the bookshelf—it’s not full... Finally, his eyes rest on the boots at his feet.He gently moved the shoes away with his feet, and when he was about to speak, his peripheral vision caught his bloated body.Clearly the words had rushed to the lips, but they were swallowed abruptly, sarcasm and sadness hugged together in a complicated way, like a ball of fermented steamed buns, growing bigger and bigger.In an instant, Wang Hang hooked the shoes to his eyes with his feet, and put them on slowly.What I wanted to say turned into a ruthless order: "Go to the South Courtyard Manager Wu, and bring the grooming items."

After the people outside answered, they ran away with a "dong dong dong".Wang Hang also took advantage of this time to put on all his clothes neatly, but his long hair was loose, and he stared at the door expressionlessly.

"Third Master!" Zhang Zhezhi called in pantingly, not daring to put down a basin of water in his hand, "The things for grooming are all ready." After all the water has been sprinkled, all the cultivation bases of the previous ten years have been used!If the master finds out...

"Bring it in." Not allowing Zhang Zhezhi to think about it, the master inside issued an order.He swallowed, and carefully pushed the door open with his foot.But Guanshi Wu made it clear that the basin must not be placed on the ground, and even if it falls down, it must be propped up with the body.

The room was not dark, but Zhang Zhezhi definitely did not dare to stare directly at Wang Hang. He put the basin on the support, turned around and stood aside, waiting for Wang Hang to speak.

"Come here." Wang Hanghuang sat down in front of the bronze mirror and said coldly.

Probably because he was overwhelmed by yesterday's experience, or Zhang Zhezhi's good attitude played a role.He obediently walked behind Wang Hang, held the comb, and combed it one by one.

It hurt a little, but looking at Zhang Zhezhi's serious expression from the bronze mirror, Wang Hang was almost obsessed, so he didn't care about the pain.The man behind him had rounded nails, showing his extremely slender fingers. There was no flesh on the joints, and the skin was directly wrapped around them, revealing the tallness of a man everywhere.

And these hands are combing their hair now.The pride he got from nowhere cleared away the previous gloom, and Wang Han reminded: "Be gentle."

Zhang Zhezhi's hand that should have been dropped was pulled into the air, and he looked helplessly at the door, as if he wanted to see a person.

"continue."

"Yes." Although I don't know how to use force to be comfortable, but in line with the principle of not hurting, Zhang Zhezhi restrained the strength in his hands as much as possible. When encountering knotted hair, he also held the upper end with his left hand. Comb down gently.The comb is comfortable, and Wang Hang doesn't mind giving some compliments.

But life is not always smooth sailing. For example, Zhang Zhezhi really doesn't know how to tie other people's hair into a bun.If it's difficult, it's not easy to use the third master's head to practice. If something goes wrong, can you still beg him to let me try again with a shy face?

"Huh?" The pause was too long, so what?

"Small man is not talented." The wooden comb was put back on the table, Zhang Zhezhi bent over and lowered his face, "Small man, I don't know how to tie the bun."

Unexpectedly calm, Wang Hang relieved him casually: "Call someone else to come."

"Yes." Zhang Zhezhi seemed to teleport to the door, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.Naturally, he didn't see it, and Wang Hang carefully put the comb he touched just now at the bottom of the cabinet. There seemed to be a few calligraphy and paintings inside, all wrapped in silk and satin, which seemed to be of great value.

About half an hour later, after a lot of flirting, the third master finally finished washing up, changed into plain brocade with blue silk edging, and walked around the mansion with his legs in the moon boots. , in the euphemistic name of inspecting the affairs of the government.But Zhang Zhezhi was tired, and was accompanied by Wang Hang's name. Not to mention his sore legs and back pain, Wang Hang asked him a few questions from time to time, and he had to answer them carefully, and his mouth was inevitably dry.

Unknowingly, the two walked to the martial arts training ground, where rows of shirtless men were practicing boxing in a majestic manner.

"Hey!" Left punch, "Hey!" Right punch, "Ha!" Left kick, "Ha!" Right uppercut... Every move is extremely powerful, and Zhang Zhezhi who is watching is a little excited.

"Want to learn?" Sensing something wrong with Zhang Zhezhi, Wang Hang stopped, followed his gaze, and understood half of it in his heart.

"I want to learn because I want to learn, but..." Zhang Zhezhi glanced at those people enviously, and shook his head at Wang Hang, "It's just that after the serious illness when I was young, the masters in the martial arts gym said that I was too poor to be healthy. Willing to teach me how to practice martial arts. He said, "Even if I teach, I won't make any progress." Later, when I got older, my uncle and aunt hoped that I would study hard. In the future, I would go to Beijing to catch the exam and ask an official to do it. In addition, practicing martial arts would not be enough It is suitable for older people, and they will gradually lose this thought."

"Ah."

Along the way, he got used to Wang Hang's reticent personality, and Zhang Zhezhi was not as nervous as before.He continued: "However, the villain is very satisfied with the current situation."

This time Wang Hang was reluctant to make a nasal sound, so he nodded slightly and continued walking forward.Zhang Zhezhi glanced at the martial arts training ground with nostalgia, and then ran behind Wang Hang in small steps.

The two walked slowly for a long time, Zhang Zhezhi was really bored, so he looked around blankly, and when he raised his head, he was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear!

The top of the corridor is arched, the bottom is red, the border is blue, and there is a faint golden light shining.Every few steps, there is a square beam across the vaulted roof, and above each square beam there are painted paintings extending to the top. Flowers, birds, fish and insects, as well as allusions to characters, each is painted vividly, ready to come out.

Even if it's a palace, it's nothing more than that, right?After silently sighing in his heart, he began to study seriously.One didn't pay attention, his steps were a little too big, and with a "bump", he bumped into Wang Hang's back firmly.Although the collision was not serious, both of them just staggered, but Zhang Zhezhi really panicked, how should he explain it to Wang Han? !

Unexpectedly, Wang Hang turned his head and said to Zhang Zhezhi, "Look at the road." He looked indifferent, as if nothing happened just now, and walked forward step by step.Zhang Zhezhi felt that he had escaped by luck, so he hurriedly put away his looking eyes, and followed Wang Han step by step.

Just two steps out, Wang Hang asked, "Why do you want to enter the mansion?"

Could it be that the third master is only now starting to attack?Zhang Zhezhi was a little puzzled: "The third master must have known about the little man's uncle and aunt."

Seeing the head moving up and down in front of him, Zhang Zhezhi continued what he said just now, "The villain only wants to avenge the squire. I heard from Mr. Wang that as long as the third master can help, he can take revenge like killing his father and mother."

"The mansion doesn't need people like you." Wang Hang stopped, turned and stared into Zhang Zhezhi's eyes, "I can't do two things with one mind."

Zhang Zhezhi showed pain for the first time, his left knee sank, and he knelt down in front of Wang Han on one knee: "Please tell me clearly!"

"For the government wholeheartedly, the Wang family first." Seeing Zhang Zhezhi kneeling down like this, Wang Hang felt a little distressed, "Wang family, revenge, choose one."

Zhang Zhezhi's mind was spinning fast, and he knelt on the ground, breaking out in cold sweat.To avenge his uncle and aunt was his original intention of entering the palace, but now Wang Hang forced himself to give up the idea of ​​revenge.No!He shook his head, denying his thoughts again.

Wang Hang didn't force himself to give up revenge, he just worried that if I could find a faster and more convenient way of revenge, I would abandon it without hesitation, or even betray the Wang family.The purpose of the choice is to make me understand that no matter what the situation, the interests of the Wang family cannot be betrayed.

After roughly understanding what he meant, Zhang Zhezhi put out the most sincere voice: "The villain is willing to obey the orders of the third master." As soon as he finished speaking, he felt that the gaze that had been glued to the top of his head softened: "Get up. "

Wang Hang was very satisfied with his answer, but he was a little worried about his decisive attitude.Wang An said that Zhang Zhezhi had a lot of arrogance, and he would definitely not compromise for things outside of him.Then this "decisiveness" becomes completely unreasonable.Could it be that the rhetoric echoed?

At this time Zhang Zhezhi had stood up, looking at Wang Hang quietly with sincere eyes.Wang Hang wanted to ask a few more questions, but when he saw that he was exhausted, he forced himself to stand there.My heart softened helplessly.I had no choice but to wave my hand and let him go back to rest.

The two separated at this point, Zhang Zhezhi was obedient, and collapsed on the bed as soon as he entered the room, sleeping dimly and unconsciously.

As soon as Wang Hang pushed open the door, he saw Xiao Qi sitting at the round table, looking at him leisurely, with a smile in his eyes: "Why, didn't your love brother come with you?"

Wang Hang didn't answer his words, turned around and poured himself a cup of tea.

"Oh, you don't want to be a good brother if you have a love brother?!" Xiao Qi didn't mind his attitude, and still shamelessly approached him, snatched the tea cup from him, and took a sip by himself, "Good tea!"

Wang Hang flicked his sleeves: "How?"

"Your heart and eyes are all about that loving brother, and you don't care about my situation." Xiao Qi seemed to be angrily taking half a sip of tea in his mouth, swallowed it with his head up, and burped Wang Hang, " I followed what you said, and searched for the place name he mentioned. The neighbors said the same thing. The fact that his uncle and aunt were killed was true. It’s just that no one in the local area knew about his parents, only that his family was Moved there ten years ago."

"That person also moved away ten years ago." Wang Hang said without thinking, and somehow provoked Xiao Qi's temper. He put the teacup heavily on the table, his face sank, and he almost pointed Then he cursed at Wang Hang: "It's just a kid who played with you for a few days. As for you who have been looking for it for more than ten years?! Just anyone, as long as there is even the slightest resemblance, they will go to great lengths to investigate. Eight generations of ancestors, I'm afraid I missed the 01:30 point. Do you still have a brain?! Although the Wang family has a big family, it's not for you to squander it like this!"

"It's not a few days, but three years." Wang Hang was not annoyed, and poured himself another cup of tea, "There is no need to check in the future."

Xiao Qi sneered: "Why, fell in love with that kid? Don't you want your brother who has been in love with you for ten years?"

"It's him." Wang Hang rubbed his hand on the rim of the cup, "I know it's 'he'. The appearance will change, but the movement and demeanor will definitely not. Zhang Zhezhi—" He lowered his head and took a sip of tea, as if he was suppressing his heart emotions, "Even if you forget, 'he' is still 'him'."

If other people heard Wang Hang's nonsensical words, they must be confused and don't know what he is talking about.But how could Xiao Qi not understand, and he heard some clues: "What did you forget?"

Wang Hang's face darkened, and he told Xiao Qi concisely.But in exchange for him to sneer: "Hmph, people have long forgotten you completely. Only a fool like you can be sure that Zhang Zhezhi is 'him'."

"I know it's 'he'." Wang Hang still bit his tongue tightly, and didn't argue with Xiao Qi, his silent appearance fell into Xiao Qi's eyes, and he became a dead duck with a stubborn mouth.Two streams of fire rose up in his belly, causing him to drop his palms, and the table he slapped creaked: "His grandma, I don't care about your Wang Hang! I have suffered and suffered in the future. But don't spit on me!"

As he spoke, he pulled his legs and walked out, and he was very angry when he saw it.Unexpectedly, Wang Hang added fuel to the fire at this time: "Close the door." It is conceivable that the door of the poor room was kicked to the point of collapse, as if it had been punched, and the front teeth dangled back and forth. is good looking.

"Why bother." Yes, why bother?Looking at the cold tea in his hand, Wang Hang only felt that his body was half hot and half cold.It's like going back to that cold night 13 years ago.

With heart palpitations for no reason, he resigned himself to his fate and went back to bed, once again falling into a dream he couldn't extricate himself from.

It was still the twelfth lunar month in the dream, the pedestrians on the road were more or less smiling, and there were a lot fewer beggars on the street. The whole town was filled with warmth, which made people feel warm involuntarily.

Wang Hang has walked this road many times. He watched people pass through his translucent body one by one, walking forward calmly.The destination was the most delicious restaurant in the town. As soon as he got there, he saw a little beggar who was as dirty as a pile of black charcoal being thrown out of the restaurant.It landed on the clean ground, as if a mouse dropping into the delicious and smooth soup.

The few people who threw him out spat at him with disgust on their faces: "Bah! It's really bad luck for the New Year's Eve!!"

"Little bastard, don't let us see you again, or we will break your dog legs!"

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The little beggar may have been seriously injured, and he didn't get up for a long time, so he had to let the dirty words keep stabbing himself.Finally, after using both hands together, the little beggar got up dragging his left leg. He didn't dare to look back, and limped away.Wang Hang also followed.Fortunately, the little beggar didn't run fast either, and Wang Han walked up to him after a dozen steps or so. Seeing his miserable appearance, he was a little funny.

Not long after walking, the restaurant finally disappeared, and the little beggar stopped.He looked around, and after making sure that no one was looking at him, he took out half a mutilated steamed bun from his dirty clothes, and stuffed it into his mouth.It looked like it was taken from a restaurant.

Just as he was licking his fingers, a round ball rolled in front of him.He put down the finger in his mouth, stared at the ball stupidly for a while, and couldn't help but want to touch it with his hands.

Unexpectedly, before he touched the ball, a foot fell from the sky and stepped on his hand directly: "Bah, bah, you deserve to touch my ball?!" The voice sounded like a half-grown child.

"Pain...pain, pain!" the little beggar cried with tears rolling in his eyes.It's just because there are so many meridians on the hands, they are already sensitive, and the little beggar has constant sores on his hands, and he has suffered a lot of beatings before.Now how can I bear the child's unknowing kick.

Unexpectedly, when he yelled, the child who stepped on his hand became even more excited: "Huh! What's it called! My young master's feet are all stained by you!" He not only increased the strength on his feet, but also turned left and right Grinding.

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow!"All he wanted was to pull his hand out from under his feet, but the friction caused only exacerbated the pain.The already dirty little face couldn't bear to look directly at it.

At this moment, a person suddenly appeared on the right side of the little beggar, and he shouted in the direction of the little beggar: "Tang Xiaobao, your mother told you to go back and burn paper money."

The little beggar only felt that as soon as he gave it away, the half-grown child ran over following the voice: "I'll go right away!" While running, he didn't forget to turn around and yell at someone: "Don't touch my ball!"

The little beggar was scared to death by him, and shrank towards the corner of the wall with tears in his eyes.The left hand was bloody and bloody, and the chilblain was basically broken. Red, yellow water gushed out one after another, and the pain penetrated deep into the bone marrow, as if peeling off the flesh with a knife, and then stabbing upwards with a needle.The pain made the little beggar tremble all over, and he didn't dare to cry out loud. He bit his lip and sobbed, his eyes were narrowed into a line, and the tears rolled out, which was really pitiful.

Suddenly, his eyes widened a little, and the tears lessened.The fragrant steamed stuffed bun approached him, accompanied by a voice that had just saved him: "Do you want to eat steamed stuffed bun?"

Wang Hang, who had been standing by the side, closed his eyes in despair.

Time to wake up.