[full-time master] short story

The old ones went out to have fun and stayed away from the inn all day.Zhang Jiale wandered the streets by himself, and after walking for two days, he realized that he was doing circular motions around a certain street. He spurned himself in his heart, and went straight to the Sun Mansion.

As expected, Sun Zheping was not there.There are only two or three old family members guarding the gate of the huge mansion, and there is no news of General Dao after he went with King Zhenxi.

Zhang Jiale thought, what a loser.

He took his leave and rode slowly towards the inn.

The streets were bustling with people, but he seemed to be alone, as if he didn't know where he came from or where he was going.Zhang Jiale recited Sun Zheping's name three times in his mind, and then thought, this one has no brotherhood, and he will never look for him again.

Seven

After a few days, the Ministry of War dispatched Zhang Jiale to Qingzhou all the way according to the old practice of being officials of the same nationality but not in the same place - but there is more wealth in Yunzhou, even though he was demoted, it can be regarded as a real shortage.Zou Yuan and Tang Hao didn't expect that they would go to different destinations, and they were at a loss.Zhang Jiale said why are you panicking?Wouldn't it be good if we don't fight now and go back without my supervision.

Since the transfer order was issued urgently, the three parted ways in the capital.Zhang Jiale had always dressed lightly and simply, even though it seemed a little plain to take office like this, he didn't care at all, and just rode to Shandong alone.If you meet someone who is interested in money, or someone like Zhang Jiale who doesn't know what "filial piety" is, I'm afraid you will have to wear a lot of shoes.Fortunately, Qingzhou Army Commander is the well-known Han Wenqing, who knows that Zhang Jiale has made a lot of contributions in Yunzhou, and now he has been demoted to his side as a lieutenant general, so he respects him very much.

While performing official duties in Qingzhou, Zhang Jiale ate and slept soundly. After March, his waist grew an inch wider.

He complained to military adviser Zhang Xinjie.Zhang Xinjie thought he was praising the cook, and said: All the cooks in the mansion are hired by me with high salaries.How is General Zhang eating to his satisfaction?

Zhang Jiale looked Zhang Xinjie up and down - he was still a scholar, so he really didn't know where he would eat two bowls of noodles every meal.Zhang Xinjie thought about it, and said: Walk a hundred steps after a meal, and live to 99.

So after dinner that day, Zhang Jiale was taken for a walk by Zhang Xinjie, only to realize that Zhang Xinjie was walking so fast that he could barely keep up.The two of them came out of Qingzhou Bingmasi's yard, walked all the way in the city, and went straight to the gate of the city.When Zhang Xinjie was explaining that Tiantian came here and then turned back, Zhang Jiale stood there and didn't listen at all.

From the official road outside, there happened to be a group of people riding into the city.The second one, the one riding a bay red horse, he would never admit to being wrong.

Sun Zheping saw Zhang Jiale and jumped off the horse: I saw you from a long distance, and thought I made a mistake.

Zhang Jiale felt as if something was stuck in his throat, so he couldn't say a word.The leader also came over, first greeted Zhang Xinjie, and then said, "Dasun, is this your old friend?"

Both turned to look at him.The man giggled, didn't realize he said something wrong, and reached out to pat them on the shoulder:

After the battle, don't sit down and have a good talk.

Eight

On that day, Sun Zheping, that person, Zhang Xinjie and Zhang Jiale went back to the Bingmasi Mansion. On the way, Zhang Jiale realized that the person who was talking nonsense was Ye Xiu, the king of Zhenxi with great military exploits. Wanma took the head of the general.Zhang Jiale glanced at him, but he couldn't tell that the other party was such a powerful person - at least he was not tall.

Ye Xiu obviously knew Han Wenqing quite well, and when he met General Han who came out to greet him, he said, "Hey, old Han, you're not dead yet."

You are not dead, I am naturally fine.

Han Wenqing still had a dark face, but he didn't look angry either.

When friends come from afar, it is natural to entertain them with a banquet.At the banquet, Ye Xiu talked about all the things they had learned in the southeast coast, and also mentioned that a delicacy for entertaining guests is made of sandworms, and the big ones are the most plump, and the market price is very high.All the elders were horrified when they heard this, only Zhang Xinjie was still interested in asking the next question.

Sun Zheping was sitting next to Zhang Jiale.It stands to reason that the brothers have not seen each other for a long time, and there is always a lot to say.But both of them were like gourds with their mouths sawn off, they drank silently, and fell to the ground at the end of the drink—Sun Zheping couldn't drink well, and Zhang Jiale couldn't be considered a good drinker either.He didn't know how to get back to the palace and how to go to bed, but there were countless chaotic dreams. Sometimes they rode horses on the narrow road in the mountains and forests, and the military was in a hurry; Biting the pen holder; the worst dream was that Sun Zheping was right behind him, but blood seeped through his soft armor, moist and sticky, and stained his back.This dream was so realistic and terrifying that he could barely breathe, and when he woke up, he realized that someone had mistakenly covered him with a winter quilt, and he was covered in sweat.

Zhang Jiale pushed the quilt with a curse, his head was still throbbing from the hangover, and his mouth was extremely dry.He put on a coat and went out to look for water. It was still not yet clear outside. He groped into the kitchen in the dark, searched for cold tea and took a sip, and then began to wrench his fingers: one, two, three, four.It's only been four years since today.

——Meeting each other seems to be a matter of the last life.

Zhang Jiale shook his head and drank another cup of tea, feeling ruthless in his heart, but there was nowhere to go.All the clues boiled down to the end, and there was still not a single word.

It would be nice if everything in the world was as simple as pulling a bow and shooting a wild goose, but unfortunately it never is.

He was squatting in the kitchen, not knowing what to think, when the door opened suddenly, and someone came in with a lamp.

Zhang Jiale didn't look up, thinking it was a young sergeant who came to look for food.But that person called out: Zhang Jiale.

—It seems like many years ago.

nine

In the end, both of them sat on the small bench for picking vegetables in the kitchen, and put the lantern on the ground casually.Zhang Jiale poured him a bowl of herbal tea and said, "There's no one else at this time, so you can make do with it."

Sun Zheping brought it over and drank it, saying: You drink too much.

Obviously you have been drinking.

yes.

The two of them were suffering from hangovers and headaches, and they didn't look half glamorous, but the person from back then could still be discerned in the silhouette outlined by the dim yellow light.Zhang Jiale finally said: Where have all these years gone?

Take a look at the capital, and then go to the southeast side.

Nor write a letter.Everyone misses you very much, asking questions every day.

Sun Zheping hummed.

you bastard.

Zhang Jiale said when he stood up for the last time.

Sun Zheping sat there watching him.The light from the lantern was half blocked by Zhang Jiale, and only the eyes were particularly bright in the half-brightness.

He said: "I don't know if I will come back alive.

Zhang Jiale stared at him condescendingly, and finally said again: You bastard.

Then he turned and opened the door and left.

Sun Zheping sat on the spot, took out a piccolo from his bosom, and rubbed it in his hand for a while.The flute has obviously been rubbed for a long time, and its color is warm and moist, like jade.He looked at the flute for a while, and finally took it back.

Ten

Probably no one thought that General Sun was really disarmed and returned to the fields this time.King Zhenxi returned to Beijing to report on his duties, but he stayed. When Han Wenqing asked, he only said that the old disease had recurred and he could no longer go on horseback to fight, so he wanted to enjoy the happiness of the fields.The Sun family is also considered a big family in the imperial capital, and they don't have to worry about money. After a few days, they set up a manor outside Qingzhou city, and invited Qingzhou soldiers and horses to go hunting.

When it's time for Xiumu, everyone discusses that they will go hunting and drinking together, which is really happy.Zhang Jiale ran to hunt wild geese with a bow on his back, still shot without missing a beat, and when he came back with a bunch of prey, he regained some of the vigor of his youth, with smiles on his eyes and brows.Sun Zheping really planned to be a farmer this time, except that he went hunting with him on the first day, and stayed at home for the next two days.After playing like this for a few days, after all the official duties were in hand, they also left one after another.

After all, Zhang Jiale didn't have any important affairs here in Qingzhou, so he stopped at Sun Zheping's Zhuangzi for one more day, and took some people to hunt wild geese by the prodigal son.

Sun Zheping said that you are ruthless enough, that sooner or later this wild goose will be killed by you.

Zhang Jiale said you only knew?When I was a teenager, I had a nickname, Yan Guo plucking hair.

Sun Zheping glanced: Why don't I sound like a good word.

Zhang Jiale scoffed, and put the bow into Sun Zheping's hand: I'm afraid I'll shoot too accurately, come here.

As a result, the harvest was halved that day, and Sun Zheping sighed, saying that the reputation of plucking geese was well deserved.

Zhang Jiale originally wanted to keep a straight face, but in the end he couldn't help laughing and said: Are you convinced?

Convince yourself.

Zhang Jiale was very proud, seeing Sun Zheping's smiling face, it was like in the old days when they read each other's nonsense official documents in the city, or laughed and laughed side by side in the martial arts arena watching the stars fill the night sky all day long.And the moonlight passed through the door, like pulling something in the chest, but I really went to find it, but I couldn't figure it out.

And the smile on Sun Zheping's face also faded.They sat there without speaking for a while.

In the end, it was just a man who was determined to die. He tried his hand to mend the sky back then, but he never regretted it, and he had nothing to explain.In the end, it seems that it is enough to have an encounter with an old friend.

After another two days, Zhang Jiale didn't want to idle around all day long, so he told Sun Zheping, then I'll go back first.

Sun Zheping Yes.

This is quite similar to the scene a long time ago, both of them were taken aback for a moment, but they didn't say anything else.Standing in the yard, Sun Zheping watched Zhang Jiale get ready to mount his horse. As usual, he carried that black bow that was not looking good, and rode a listless-looking horse, just like when he first saw him on the martial arts arena that day.He moved his hand, as if he wanted to step forward to say something, but his feet were fixed in place without moving.

Zhang Jiale said: Come back now, I'll be back in two days.

Sun Zheping hummed, but didn't move.

So Zhang Jiale rode away.

Sun Zheping stood in the courtyard for a while, finally took out the piccolo from his bosom, and played it.The sound of the flute is not loud, but it floats leisurely through the trees with the wind,