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"Miss Lu," Wei Qingyun was silent for a while, then suddenly asked: "For a little Huadan, risking offending Mr. Wu to save someone, do you really think it's worth it?"

"Why did you say that?" This made Lu Jiang extremely displeased: "If you think it's worthless, you can naturally stand by and watch, why bother to mock us?"

"With Miss Lu's words, I can help you to ask around." Wei Qingyun smiled suddenly, and he made a bow to Lu Jiang: "Young lady is righteous, I admire you."

As his words fell, not only Lu Jiang was stunned, but also Lin Zhanyu who stood aside.

The young man looked at Senior Brother Wei, only to hear him say: "Although I don't have much skill, I can still do things like begging for help."

"Brother Wei," Lu Jiang and the others in the troupe were very grateful, and Miss Lu almost shed tears: "Thank you very much."

"You're welcome." Wei Qingyun replied.

Regarding why he thought Wei Qingyun was very reliable, Lin Zhanyu had thought of many reasons before, such as this man's strong and powerful figure covered by his coat, or his fast-moving mind whenever he was impending.But only then did the boy realize that those were all appearances.

What really fascinated him was Wei Qingyun's passion.

Yes, it is obsession.Lin Zhanyu thought that this word could express his feelings towards Senior Brother Wei very aptly at the moment.

Thinking of this, he moved closer to Wei Qingyun.

He is just an ordinary member of the crowd, but Lin Zhanyu feels at ease, because the young man knows that this person will never abandon him, let alone abandon justice and loyalty for his own self-interest.

This person who will tell Lin Zhanyu "I would rather die than be a slave to the subjugated country", who will spare no effort to teach his juniors without any secrets, this person who knows the world but often does not want to know it, he walks from a pool of blood, carrying the world on his back to him The infinite grievances, ups and downs, but never stay out of the matter, never only know how to protect themselves, never deal with hypocrisy, never betray conscience.

Lin Zhanyu thought more and more firmly, this is a gentleman.

Walking on the streets of the city, Wei Qingyun was silent, and his pace was much faster than usual.Lin Zhanyu followed him, but did not speak.

The boy actually wanted to ask Wei Qingyun, is it worth it for you to ask for help for a little girl in the Ronghua class who you don't know?

A little further, for me, for such a junior brother who has no blood relationship, you gave up the opportunity to go to Mr. He's place to live, and took me all the way to Shanghai to see Boss Zhou, was it worth it?

"Zhanyu," seeing the young man kept silent, Wei Qingyun thought he had something on his mind: "What are you thinking?"

"No." Lin Zhanyu came back to his senses and grabbed Wei Qingyun's clothes: "Brother, I want to ask you something."

"Ask." Wei Qingyun stopped in his tracks.

"Just now you asked Miss Lu whether it was worth it to give up the safety and future of the entire theater troupe in Nanjing just to save a little girl in the troupe." Lin Zhanyu looked into his eyes: "Now I also want to ask you, not to test , but really curious. Do you really think it's worth it?"

"Zhanyu, don't think like this. You and I are not spectators, and we will never be spectators." Wei Qingyun grabbed the young man's shoulders, as if he had a lot to say, but in the end he just shook his head helplessly: "Senior brother teaches you In a word, you must keep it in your heart. You must not be indifferent, indifferent, or learn from the painter who does not know the hardships of fishermen, so that you can make a picture of fishing in the cold river."

Lin Zhanyu said "hmm": He knew his brother Wei would say that, if Wei Qingyun said it was worthless, then it would not be Wei Qingyun.

"I have to go to Mr. He Dashan's residence." At a fork in the road, Wei Qingyun stopped: "Go back quickly. Don't mention this to Master beforehand. If he asks, just say I went shopping. "

Lin Zhanyu hurriedly responded, but did not leave immediately. Instead, he stood still and watched Wei Qingjun walk in the opposite direction, and watched the hurried figure disappear into the bustling crowd.

In the vast and noisy world, the young man felt extremely small.

He is just an ordinary commoner, in this world of wandering, bandits, warlords, dignitaries, soldiers, whoever can take his life.But since he was born, in order to keep him alive, many people who are almost powerless like him have tried their best.

The newspapers said that the development of Nanjing City was very good and everything was booming, but no one saw the starvation everywhere in the suburbs; the rich and noble families in the city were covered in silk and satin, and they drank delicious food, but they forgot the precarious refugees under the gunfire outside the customs.

Lin Xiucai was sick and saved his food and clothing for more than ten years; the old village head ran around and found a way out for him to make a living; Boss Qiao blocked all the disputes outside and gave him peace small courtyard.

The ancients said that prosperity, the people suffer; death, the people suffer.What about the end times?So what about the prosperous age?

Under the brilliance of Huangtu's hegemony, one general's achievements are all exhausted, and the spring girl's dream is full of candles; behind the turmoil of the separatist regime, the husband and wife in Shihao Village parted, and the tears were thicker than those in the Palace of Longevity.

And it all comes together today.Wei Qingyun told him that even if he is born like an ant and his body is like duckweed, since he has a breath, his blood cannot be cooled, and his heart cannot be obscured.

When the teenager returned to Qiao's house, Boss Qiao had just returned from work and was sitting on a stool in the yard smoking a cigarette.

Seeing him enter the door, the other party was a little surprised: "Zhanyu? It's over so soon?"

"Well, there was an accident, a boss fell on the stage and got hurt." Lin Zhanyu lied with his head down: "Brother Wei will come back later, he said he was going to buy something."

Qiao smiled and nodded: "Come here. Let me see how you have been practicing these two days."

Lin Zhanyu walked over and sang a little Jiangnan tune.Boss Qiao was very satisfied: "That's right, the charm is still there. After you pass the time, your voice will improve, and you will be able to sing even more brilliantly."

Qiao laughed and said that it was rare to praise him, the young man was happy, and there was a smile on the corners of his eyes and brows.But at the next moment, the master put on a straight face, pulled out the ruler and slapped him hard on the arm: "What are you proud of?"

Seeing that the young man was puzzled, Qiao smiled and sighed: "Let me ask you, you have been living with your senior brother for a long time, do you know where his biggest weakness is?"

Lin Zhanyu shook his head: In his eyes at the moment, his senior brother is good everywhere and has no weakness.

"It's the rules. He follows the rules with every move, and he lacks aura." Qiao said with a smile, he twitched him again: "He knows this himself, and he has been changing it in recent years. I tell you this to tell you You, the two of you are partners, you don’t have to have what he has, but you must have what he doesn’t have. You still have a long way to go.”

Lin Zhanyu hurriedly responded, and stood obediently where he was, afraid of offending his master again, so he didn't even dare to show his expression.

"You have to be clear-headed." Boss Qiao took a puff of his cigarette, and after a moment of silence, he continued, "If you want to make others laugh, you won't be able to enjoy it yourself. Beijing opera is very particular about '1 minute on stage, ten years off stage. The same is true for us. This road is not easy to walk, people learn things step by step, and we have to step by step to have a chance to get ahead."

Lin Zhanyu listened to his master nagging for half an afternoon, and Wei Qingyun didn't enter the door until the sky was getting dark.

In order to fulfill the lie of "going shopping", he went to the city again after leaving Mr. He's place. Now he was carrying a big bag, and his forehead was even sweating.

"Brother!" The young man rushed over, took the bag from Wei Qingyun and carried it to the kitchen. Seeing that the master was not suspicious, he hurriedly asked, "What's the matter?"

"Everything is going well." Wei Qingyun drank half a bowl of cold boiled water, and lit himself a cigarette: "He Dashan's name is not for nothing."

"That's good." Lin Zhanyu finally let go of his hanging heart.Seeing Wei Qingyun like this, he also smiled heartily, but some thoughts rushed into his mind at this evening.

The young man was confused: "Senior brother, you said that we have done our best to live a good life. Those rich and noble families have no shortage of food and clothing, so why can't they live a good life honestly?"

"Oh?" Hearing what he said, Wei Qingyun became interested, thought for a while, and asked with a chuckle: "Then you said, King You's Fenghuo opera princes, all the country is gone, just for Bomei people smile; Xuanzong sits in the prosperous world, But he prefers to ride the smile of a concubine in the world of mortals, why bother?"

"That's different, they are probably obsessed." Lin Zhanyu replied solemnly: "Just the word 'crazy', the fascination is lost."

"Stop talking nonsense." Wei Qingyun just felt weird, he patted the top of the boy's head: "Kids, how do you know what obsession is and what is fascination?"

"Of course I know." Lin Zhanyu immediately retorted: "When I saw a person, I didn't think about anything, I just felt that what he did was right, and I had to follow, that's it."

After that, he stared at the person in front of him, and said in a very small voice: "Senior brother, I think this is how I treat you now."

The boy's last words sounded as low as a mosquito humming, Wei Qingyun didn't hear clearly at all.But it doesn't matter, because Senior Brother Wei immediately felt a little angry after hearing the previous few sentences.

What is this kid talking about?The mind does not have to be in the right place.Wei Qingyun frowned and remained silent for a while. The best smoke in his heart seemed to have lost its taste in his mouth on weekdays.

Lin Zhanyu had been observing Wei Qingyun's face just now: he thought that Wei Qingyun must be angry, and he was already prepared to bear the other party's anger, but what he didn't expect was that Wei Qingyun didn't intend to really get angry with him.

Wei Qingyun raised his eyes and stared at him, but his eyes were gentle like water: "Little Lin, be obedient."

Seeing Lin Zhanyu staring at him blankly, Wei Qingyun sighed: "Let me ask you, who is Senior Brother in your heart?"

"It's a gentleman." Lin Zhanyu replied without hesitation, and finally said the words he had kept in his heart for a long time.

Ever since the snowy morning when he lay on the wall and saw Wei Qingyun practicing Guankou, he had firmly thought so.

However, Wei Qingyun shook his head, pointed at himself: "It's wrong. Look at it clearly, your elder brother is just an actor looking for a living in troubled times."

He paused for a moment, then added: "A low-class, entertainer, heartless and unjust, just like the cats and dogs at the feet of those ladies and ladies, where is the gentleman?"

"No." Wei Qingyun's attitude was not good. Lin Zhanyu knew that what the other party said was angry, and immediately retorted: "You are a gentleman. You are a gentleman who is frank, honest, affectionate, and knowledgeable."

"There's nothing to argue about." Wei Qingyun pushed his forehead helplessly: "Be obedient, go practice willow work."

This time the young man understood: his elder brother was telling him that when he had nothing to do, he should think more about ways to make money and fill his stomach instead of thinking about it blindly.

"I'm leaving first, go back and rest for a while, I still have to work at night." Wei Qingyun turned and went out, leaving Lin Zhanyu alone in the room.Under the slanting sunlight, his long shadow flowed with his footsteps.

The boy stood where he was, his heart was filled with sourness and pain, and he couldn't tell what it was like.

The brother Wei he knew in the past was strong and decisive, and he didn't take it to heart when encountering huge difficulties, as if he could handle everything in the world like a fish in water.This was the first time he caught a glimpse of the helplessness and fragility of the other party.

And this reminded him of the scene when Lin Xiucai had just passed away, the old village chief crying out of breath in front of him.

The young man had a sore nose, and suddenly realized that no matter how proud a gentleman is, when facing the matter of making a living, he still has to bow his head to some extent.

The difference is that once some people bend their waists, they will never be able to stand up their chests in this life, but some people have shed blood and sweat, but they use their bent backs to support the heavy light.

The old village head was the latter, and so is Wei Qingyun today.

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Painters don't know the hardships of fishermen, so they like to make pictures of fishing in cold rivers and snow.Sun Chengzong "The Fisherman"

In Shihao Village, husband and wife parted, and there were more tears than those in the Hall of Eternal Life."What I See" by Yuan Mei

Yiqi Hongchen concubine laughed.Du Mu "Passing Huaqing Palace"