Mr Gingerbread

Mr. Han told his good son, turned around and came back to look for their manager, and said happily: "He will be here at noon, and we can go around a little longer. The mountain I saw you painted yesterday is also near here, right? I will accompany you for a walk..."

Lu Ming shook his head and said, "No, there are many rocks over there, so it's not easy to walk."

Mr. Han said: "Then where do you want to go?"

Lu Ming said: "I heard from the teacher that there is an ancient pavilion nearby. When the guide comes, let's go with him."

Mr. Han happily agreed, took a thermos by himself, and chatted with Lu Ming on the stone bench at the door, with a smile on his face.

After a short while, the guide I found also arrived. It was a nearby mountain dweller. He was a tall, thin man with a dark complexion, about forty years old, carrying a cloth bag, and looked at the heavy things inside.

The guide gave an introduction and said, "My surname is Liu. You can call me Liu Zhong. My family lives in the village at the foot of this mountain. I have climbed these nearby mountains since I was a child. I am very familiar with them. I will take you around for a while." Come back safely."

Lu Ming said: "It doesn't need to be too far away, just go to the ancient pavilion to look at the stele or something. The old man at home has inconvenient legs and feet, so choose a better way to go around."

Guide Liu agreed, and said to Mr. Han with a smile: "You are really lucky, and you will be taken care of by the younger generation when you come out to play."

Old Han was secretly happy when he heard it, but he didn't show it too much. He just nodded and said, "Tofu, Tofu, by the way, let's go there now. Can we come back at noon? We have to come back for dinner at noon."

Guide Liu said: "Yes, it's not too far from the ancient pavilion, and the path has been trampled down, so it's easy to walk."

After they said that, they got up and set off. Lu Ming consciously took the thermos from Mr. Han's hand and put it in his backpack. He told the old man to travel lightly and set out on the road with only his walking stick.Mr. Han was also very happy, and when he saw a place with good scenery along the way, he pointed it out to Lu Ming and told him his own experience-although Mr. Han's paintings were mediocre, but he had collected them for so many years, and his eyes were still very beautiful. There are unique features, and Lu Ming has benefited a lot from some pointers.

When we got near the ancient pavilion, we saw a stone step hewn along the stone wall, about half a palm wide, and it became steeper as we went up. There was nothing to support on the side. There are hundreds of steps, which is not much easier than climbing the mountain with bare hands.

Lu Ming put his hands on his eyes and looked up for a while, then frowned and said, "No, it's too steep, I can't go up."

Guide Liu was also a little embarrassed, and said: "This is the only stone step, and then go up from the slope, the other side is gentler, but it takes a detour, and it will take a day to walk back and forth."

Mr. Han was thinking about the dinner at noon, and he refused to go far, so he said to Lu Ming, "Then go back early? Anyway, an ancient pavilion is nothing to see..."

Guide Liu was a little anxious when he heard that he had charged a fee for bringing people here, and now he heard that they went back without looking at them, worried that his commission would be deducted afterwards, and he himself wanted to make more money, so he went to On the side, he persuaded: "Don't, old man, I listened to you chatting along the way, you all know how to paint, right? How about I take you to another place, which is a Taoist temple, less than a mile away Road, about the two stops of the bus, shall I take you there to have a look?"

After hearing this, Mr. Han asked him, "Taoist temple, haven't anyone mentioned it?"

Director Liu said: "It's a bit dilapidated. I don't know how many years there is an old house. It rained a few days ago, and the wall collapsed halfway before I saw that there were still some things inside..." He opened his cloth bag , took a few thin tiles like bricks and tiles, and showed them to Mr. Han and Lu Ming, "Here, these are glazed tiles, and there are paintings on them. I saw the bright colors and took a few pieces. I originally wanted to take them to the intersection to sell. After a while, if you meet a student who comes to sketch, you can sell it for tens of dollars!"

Mr. Han asked him if he wanted to come over. He held it in his hand and looked at it carefully. It was a green glazed tile. The firing was not fine, but the paint on it was very special, very bright, without any fading.

He quietly gave the tile to Lu Ming. Lu Ming lowered his eyes and did not say a word, but he also touched the paint on it with his fingers—it was painted with minerals, so it was still bright. On a glazed tile, it is obvious that the Taoist temple was considered a "luxury house" in ancient times.

Mr. Han turned his head and asked the guide again: "How about this? It's not easy for you to point out the way. I'll give you an extra 300 yuan. If I see any tiles later, you will carry them back to the villa for me." , is it done?"

Guide Liu was overjoyed. He originally wanted to fool them not to go back early so as to make more money, so he immediately agreed and took them there along the way, saying incessantly: "Although the Taoist temple is quite old, it's still old. It’s undeveloped. It’s very good. We didn’t know there was such a place before it was covered with mud walls. A few students from the village went there to play. The children took the mud dug out and carried a few cranes on it. The feathers are clearly drawn, so we know..."

Old Han's heart ached when he heard it, but he couldn't say anything, but his footsteps became more and more urgent. Lu Ming supported him and said softly, "Slow down, we'll be there soon, don't be in a hurry."

The dilapidated Taoist temple soon appeared in front of my eyes, and the surrounding area was mostly covered by weeds and weeds. The courtyard wall outside the main hall had collapsed, and the houses inside were dilapidated due to wind and rain. A side hall, the beams of which are built extremely high, looks like two or three floors. After entering, it shows a chill, and even the light can only come in from a few broken high windows, even if it is near noon, it is still falling Bitter coolness.

The mountain people are superstitious, and they are reluctant to go in when they get to the door, but because Mr. Han and the others gave him money, he couldn't refuse it all at once, and pointed out with a little flattery: "Look, there is still a lot of money here." What about the stone carvings that fell from the beams of the house, this one is also very delicate, do you want this one?"

He stretched out his hand to remove the palm-sized small stone beasts, which were originally a set of one large and one small, but he couldn't remove them, so he had to find some gravel and smash some of the more delicate ones off.

Mr. Han hurriedly stopped him and said: "Don't touch it, I bought it, you...you can carry the big one back to me together."

Guide Liu looked puzzled: "Old man, this is too big, let alone a few dozen catties, I can't carry it back."

The crutch in Old Han's hand knocked on the ground, and said anxiously: "Then don't touch it either!"

Guide Liu was a little confused, so in his opinion, he just brought this old gentleman here to pick up leaks and exchange treasures, but seeing this guy's posture, he didn't let him touch this one, and he also murmured in his heart.

Lu Ming helped Mr. Han to take two steps forward, and said to Guide Liu: "I'm sorry, the old man at home is a little excited when he sees these for the first time, so why don't you take us to see those mud skins with paint on them? Why, we don't want this stone carving anymore, just take two pieces of mud back."

Mr. Han still wanted to talk, but Lu Ming pinched his arm and persuaded in a low voice: "It's too heavy, it's better to put it here, and no one can take it away. Let's go ahead to see what else is left. We need more at noon." Going back to eat, you just need to see something new, it’s not worth anything.”

Mr. Han hesitated for a moment, but nodded, and followed Lu Ming without stopping his gaze.

The mountain people only pick up some things in the broken places outside, and they don't go to the side halls that are sealed with mud inside.

Mr. Han and Lu Ming asked him repeatedly, and then Guide Liu led them to the side hall behind.Guide Liu bowed twice when he entered the door, but Mr. Han didn't care about it, let Lu Ming hold his arm, and stepped in.

They bypassed the fallen beams and half-collapsed columns, and stepped forward on the rotten wood. The ground inside was also potholed, and it was too dark to see clearly. Guide Liu brought a flashlight and turned it on to show them.The flashlight can’t see too far away, so I can only see a wall in front of me. There are large murals painted on it. Because the house is already dilapidated and the mud on the wall is soaked by rain, it can barely be seen that the painting is Taoism. Some gods in the system have smooth lines. When you look up a little bit along the clothes, you can only see the heads in the murals more than two meters high. But as soon as the beam of light from the flashlight fell, Guide Liu let out a startled "Ouch" and turned on the flashlight. fell!

"The head... the head is gone!" Guide Liu was about to back away in fright, tripped, kicked the flashlight and rolled it around, only to find that the circle of clay sculptures and stone sculptures around it was also the same. The smashed pieces were scattered, and the heads of many statues were smashed off, and they were placed sideways. The ground looked dark red, and it was unclear whether it was blood or something.

Guide Liu yelled, turned around and ran out, scared out of his wits.

Mr. Han was not frightened by the scene, but was frightened by his yelling. He didn't fall, but he twisted his ankle and let out a "hiss" in pain.

Lu Ming supported him and said, "Are you okay?"

Old Han shook his head, gritted his teeth and said, "It's okay, it's okay, Xiao Lu, go and pick up the flashlight, I'll take another look... There seems to be words on this mural."

Lu Ming was not afraid of this either. He went to pick up the flashlight. While supporting Mr. Han, he raised the flashlight to look at the wall. The characters on it were beautifully drawn, but without exception, the faces of every portrait were covered It was scratched, and all of them were destroyed. It can be seen that it is man-made.After searching for a while, I saw big characters written on a wall. Mr. Han hurried over to look at it, limping and walking slowly, he just used his flashlight to take pictures of the murals in front of him, but he didn't pay attention. After walking two steps, something caught his clothes He stopped his body and bumped into his mouth and nose, bleeding a little from the knock, and his mouth was full of bloody smell. It was Lu Ming who protected him in time, so he didn't fall down.

Lu Ming knocked over something and let out a muffled snort in the dark.

Han Lao hurriedly reached out to touch him, nervously said: "Xiao Lu, are you okay? Where is the injury?"

Lu Ming said: "No, I touched the wood, it's okay." He touched the old man again in the dark, and said, "Are you okay?"

Old Han shook his head and said, "It's okay, you support me, let's walk over slowly."

When he got to the front, he looked at it with the flashlight. Old Han let out an "ah" and said bitterly, "Sure enough, it's exactly what I thought."

Lu Ming hid an arm behind his back, and he could see it clearly when he got close to Mr. Han. The words written on it were painted on with paint. It has been peeled off for a long time, but a few scattered large characters can still be seen: Down with ghosts and snakes.

Old Han gave a wry smile, and asked Lu Ming to take a flashlight to look around. The smashed statues were just like this one. All of them had been artificially destroyed, and none of them could be used.Lu Ming reached out his hand to touch the mud wall, touched the powder mixed with paint, and said softly: "These have been soaked, so I can't take them away."

Mr. Han felt extremely uncomfortable, and stood in the dark for a long time without saying a word.

Lu Ming said: "Let's go back, go back and talk to them, see if we can still be rescued."

Mr. Han looked again carefully with a flashlight, and saw that there were several triangular metal iron frames on the side, which were already stained with rust, and looked like old objects that hadn't been touched for decades.He pointed it to Lu Ming, sighed and said, "Someone has come before us, but they couldn't be rescued."

Lu Ming had never seen that thing before and asked, "What is this?"

Mr. Han said: "I haven't seen it before. This thing is used to carry murals. There are usually such a large piece of murals in temples, but they are all painted on mud walls. They are easy to be damaged when they are glued. This iron frame smashed into the wall bit by bit, and it fit the wall, and took away such a complete piece of wall skin." He looked around, and sure enough, he found a few familiar marks on the wall . "I remember this, the sign that said the wall has been hollowed out and can be cut..."

He raised the flashlight, and found the scattered triangular support at the corresponding position in front of him. After putting it on for an unknown amount of time, it stood there thinly with rust, and it was completely useless.The old man sighed: "The people who come here seem to be knowledgeable. When we moved to Yongle Palace in 1960, we also got such a set of tools."

Lu Ming looked at him in the dark, and asked in surprise, "Have you experienced the relocation of Yongle Palace?"

Mr. Han supported him and walked slowly towards the door, and smiled when he heard it: "Why didn't I go, I have no regrets in my life to experience such a big project. I used to refuse to listen to what my family said, but I liked art. Jia Zi went to the Academy of Fine Arts. At that time, he was young, only sixteen, and he didn’t know what to study seriously when he was admitted to university. When he heard the teacher said to go to Yongle Palace, he immediately followed..."

When he said this, he suddenly became quiet for a while, and sighed a little lowly: "We are considered lucky. We finished the move before 66, and none of the four or five hundred murals was damaged. People remember it, but it's worth it."

Lu Ming helped him step out of the palace door. The moment the sun fell, he turned his head and took another look at the darkness inside. He couldn't see the dirty ink spilled on the ground, nor the traces of damage on the wall. Yan followed Mr. Han out of the threshold and helped him into the yard.

After coming out, there was no one in the yard. The guide's cloth bag was thrown aside and he didn't take it. It seemed that he was quite frightened and didn't know where he ran.

There was some blood on Old Han's face. Lu Ming wet his handkerchief with the mineral water he brought and wiped it clean. Seeing that the old man's legs were trembling and he insisted on standing up and walking by himself, he got up and squatted in front of him, saying, "I'm back You."

Mr. Han was a little hesitant, and Lu Ming urged him again: "Didn't you still want to treat me to dinner at noon?" Feeling that Mr. Han was lying on his back, Lu Ming stretched his arms to carry him behind him, laughing again He said in a loud voice, "I'll exercise a bit, and I'll eat a lot at noon."

Mr. Han was amused by him. After walking for a while, he slowly realized that Lu Ming was not exerting enough strength on one arm and trembling slightly. He looked down at his slightly wet dark long sleeves, and said in surprise: "You're injured! Did you encounter those iron frames when you were inside just now..."

With a calm voice, Lu Ming tightened his back and said, "It's okay, I can take you back."

Mr. Han said: "You..."

Lu Ming interrupted him and said, "Are you worried that I can't find the way? No, someone taught me to recognize the way. I remember the way I walked once." He asked Mr. Han to go up and said : "Don't move, even if you are helping me."

Mr. Han was dumbfounded by what he said, and he still didn't move, but gave Lu Ming his walking stick.

Lu Ming wrapped his coat around Mr. Han, tied him on his back, and said, "Hold my neck and don't move." After Mr. Han hugged him, he continued to walk down the mountain with a walking stick, walking at a steady pace. Walking slowly, but very steadily, just like his people, silently giving people a kind of belief, as if following him can return safely.

Lu Ming was afraid that the old man was not in good condition, so he couldn't stop talking to him, and took the initiative to say: "My father also participated in the relocation of Yongle Palace. He used to be in the Academy of Fine Arts, but it happened decades ago. Then I'm not born yet."

Mr. Han said: "Oh? What's your father's name?"

Lu Ming said, "Guess my name first."

Mr. Han smiled and said, "Isn't your name Lu Hongjian?"

Lu Ming smiled and said, "No, the word 'Hongjian' is actually taken from the first two characters of 'Hongjian Yulu'. The hexagram "Jian" in the Book of Changes says that Hongjian Yulu is just a matter of doing things. I am eager for success, and I have to take things step by step. When I was a child, I was short-tempered, and my father kept calling me this, and later I used such a name on the forum. It just so happens that my surname is also Lu, so I can barely get a little edge."

Mr. Han read it again, and his heart was a little touched.

How quiet this young man behind his back is, Mr. Han has known for the past two days that he keeps talking to himself now to make himself feel better.Mr. Han cheered up and chatted with him: "It's very interesting, what about your name?"

Lu Ming said: "Sound."

Mr. Han laughed: "It's good for you. Just guess the riddle with me. I can't guess just these two words. Would you like to change it?"

Lu Ming was quiet for a while, and then said again: "The attacker urges the formation, and the defender withdraws."

"Jinshi Qiming?" Elder Han tentatively asked, "Your father definitely can't name you Lu Jinshi, your name is... your name is Lu Ming?!"

"Correct."

"It turned out to be you, it turned out to be you..." Han Lao murmured a few words, his voice was very low, and the hand holding Lu Ming's neck was loosened for a moment, but Lu Ming stopped and told him: "Hold tight Be careful not to fall."

Mr. Han hurriedly hugged him obediently, with mixed feelings in his heart, before saying after a while: "You, you are a good boy."

Lu Ming laughed and said, "You can't just listen to my name and praise me."

Mr. Han also smiled, reached out to wipe his sweat for him, and said, "The name is good, and the person is good." He let Lu Ming walk on his back for a while, and suddenly said, "Lu Ming, before I Don't take it to heart what I told you."

Lu Ming said, "What?"

Old Mr. Han coughed, and said vaguely: "Then what, if you think about the matter about your partner before, you can't just divide it..."

Lu Ming laughed and said, "I know."

Old Han let go of most of his heart and chatted with him for a few words. After hearing Lu Ming's panting became more serious, he asked him to sit down and drink some water before continuing on his way.

Lu Ming's mask has been taken off, and Mr. Han can now see clearly the appearance of the young man in front of him. His hair is a lot wet with sweat, and he strokes it aside with his hand, revealing his handsome eyebrows and high nose bridge. There is thin sweat on the forehead and the tip of the nose, and the Adam's apple rolls a few times when drinking water, which is crisp and clean without any trace of powder.

He had seen Lu Ming many times in photos before, but this was the first time he saw Lu Ming in real life.

Mr. Han also tried to think about what it would be like for Lu Ming to stand in front of him. Although he kept convincing himself that it would be fine for his son to find a male wife, he was getting older and he was always a little entangled. After seeing Lu Ming with his own eyes, everything disappeared.

Mr. Han is more and more satisfied now, and even feels that his bastard son is not good enough for Lu Ming.

His administrator, who is capable of both literary and martial arts, can carry him all the way down the mountain without making a sound, and even got hurt to protect him!And even if he was bullied by that bastard of the second child, he only ran to the mountains to hide for a few days, and even spoke good words for the unsatisfactory second child!

Mr. Han was heartbroken and felt that he had wronged the administrator.

By the time they went down the mountain, it was more than an hour later than the previously agreed time.

Han Qiaoyu waited at the gate of the villa, and when he saw them on the stone steps, he hurried over, first helped Han Lao down, let him sit on the stone bench beside him, then looked at Lu Ming up and down, and said nervously: "This What's the matter? Where's the guide, did you get hurt when you went up the mountain?"

Mr. Han pointed to Lu Ming's arm on one side, and said, "I'm fine, I just twisted my ankle. Take a look at Lu Ming. He carried me all the way down the road. His arm was injured..."

Han Qiaoyu asked his assistant to help Mr. Han, and went to roll up Lu Ming's sleeve to take a look. The blood on it had solidified, and the bleeding was not much, but the wound looked like an abrasion, covered by some rusty blunt It looks like it's torn.

Lu Ming was still dazed when he saw him talking to Old Han. He let him roll up his sleeves and asked him, "Why are you here? You talked to Old Han just now..."

Han Qiaoyu picked him up and said in a deep voice, "I'll take you down the mountain, you need a tetanus shot."

Lu Ming was still asking: "No, you and Mr. Han..."

Regardless of whether he was outside, Han Qiaoyu hugged the person and left in front of Mr. Han and his assistant, with a terrible expression on his face: "First get an injection, and then I will tell you whatever you ask."