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"You are not big, but your tone is not small." Wei Qingyun stretched out his hand and flicked on his forehead: "Who allows you to live now? It's a good idea."

Lin Zhanyu covered his forehead and "hummed" at him: "You don't teach me, but laugh at me instead."

"You can't chew too much. You, just be patient and learn bit by bit from Master, and polish every word." Wei Qingyun smiled, and randomly pulled out a few papers from the messy pile of paper on the table: " But there are still some ways I can tell you."

Lin Zhanyu took the yellowed rice paper, only to see words written on it densely.

He was astonished: before, he thought these were just ordinary waste papers left by Senior Brother Wei when he had nothing to do to write and draw, but he didn't expect there to be a lot of tricks in it.

What Wei Qingyun gave the child was his own record of the single-mouth "The Battle of Monarchs and Ministers".This note can be said to be too comprehensive. It not only contains all the words that should be said, but also the tone of voice and the corresponding movements and postures have been marked out very carefully by Wei Qingyun.

The child was dumbfounded: "Senior brother, do you remember all these things in your heart?"

"Yes." Wei Qingyun looked at him: "Although I loved listening to this when I was young, I used to be a shy student who studied step by step in middle school. I didn't have a solid foundation in becoming a monk halfway through, so it would be easy to show my timidity."

Lin Zhanyu remembered that Wei Qingjun had told him that he had not been a teacher for a long time, and he had only been in the profession for three or four years.

The child recalled the appearance of Wei Qingyun when everyone applauded when he was born, and the old village chief's sigh when he was in the open-air bookstore, and then he realized that this person had prepared even the particle words and when to cry or laugh. Dare to relax.

"My method is actually not good. It's too rigid. It's nothing to do, but it's enough to get you started." Wei Qingyun laughed at himself, and took the few pieces of paper back from Lin Zhanyu's hand: "In the future, if you If you can find a better way, just discard these.”

The child didn't know what to say, but at the next moment, Wei Qingyun changed the subject: "By the way, I will go to Tianjin with you, Senior Brother Qiao, after a while."

"Why go to Tianjin?" The child met his gaze.

"Master told us to go, so we can't stand on our laurels." Wei Qingyun smiled and said, "Although they don't recognize us, we still have to go there every now and then to see how they do it."

In the next few days, Wei Qingyun no longer had the leisure to read books and chat with the children at night: he had to discuss the itinerary and food and clothing expenses along the way with Qiao Li, and he had to be busy packing his luggage.

A few busy days passed, until the night before the trip, Qiao Li and Xue He went to the tea shed for work and didn't eat at home. Qiao smiled and asked the child in confusion, "Where is your brother Wei?"

Lin Zhanyu thought for a long time: "I think I saw him in the backyard this afternoon."

"Go and call him." Qiao smiled and waved his hand at the child: "The food will be cold later."

Lin Zhanyu ran to the backyard in response, only to find that Wei Qingyun was sitting on the wall with his back to him.

At this time, the sun was setting, and the brilliant rays of the sun covered half of the man's body with a layer of warm color.Lin Zhanyu looked up at him, and saw that his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing his strong forearms, and the hem of his slightly faded coat was hanging down, gently swaying with the breeze.

He sat there motionless, like a statue.

The child wanted to call Shige, but just as he was about to speak, he heard Wei Qingyun singing loudly, and his voice was mixed in the mid-spring evening wind, like weeping and complaining.

He didn't know which passage Wei Qingyun sang, but in the end he only heard two sentences clearly, one was "every year the flowers bloom and my heart is not happy", and the other was "May my mother live in peace and prosperity, and be harmonious and free from disasters forever".

"Your elder brother has a good voice, the clouds cover the moon, and the taste is sweet." I don't know when Qiao smiled and stood behind Lin Zhanyu. Boss Qiao narrowed his eyes, looked at Wei Qingyun's back, and patted the child on the shoulder: "It's another One spring, he was homesick."

Only then did Lin Zhanyu realize that Wei Qingyun was facing the north.

"Did he tell you? His hometown is in Jinan." Qiao asked with a smile.

The child nodded: "He also said that his parents were killed by the Japanese."

Qiao said with a smile, "Yes": "When he first fled to Nanjing, he was in such a mess that he almost lost his life."

Lin Zhanyu leaned against his master and listened quietly.

People say that "half a child eats me to death", it is indeed not groundless.In the past half a year, the child's appetite has increased day by day, and the amount of food on the dining table at Qiao's family has doubled compared to before. Every time the child finishes eating, he still feels unsatisfied, and follows Qiao Xiaoyan every day crying hungry.

It is commensurate with the child's stature that he can't stop jumping up.Lin Zhanyu has been beaten for a long time in the past, but now he can be said to be brilliant with a little sunshine.In just a few months, Qiao said with a smile that he clearly noticed that the child had grown taller. In the past, it was enough to just hug him and stretch out his arms, but now he needs to lift his arms a little.

"Your elder brother is right. This guy is a living king of hell and a desperado." Boss Qiao said softly: "At that time, his parents became the ghosts of the Japanese swordsmen, so he also wanted to fight with his life." A young student who had never even killed a chicken before rushed to the gate of the Japanese barracks with a pistol, and suddenly there were a few bangs, and the devils guarding the gate fell to the ground, spattering his blood."

As he said that, Boss Qiao laughed helplessly: "Fortunately, he is not stupid, and he knows how to run when he is impulsive. Later, the teacher of the middle school sent the red-eyed young man out of Jinan City overnight, and saved his life. I met His clothes were torn when we went to him, and the blood stains on them could still be seen."

"Then when he goes back to Tianjin and passes through Jinan, will he visit his parents?" The child blinked.

"What are you looking at? The body can't be found. When he went south, he met bandits, and he tried his best to protect his little sandalwood box. There are his parents' clothes in it." Qiao said with a smile and sighed: " The Clothes Tomb is not far away, and he will definitely come back before Qingming."

After all, Boss Qiao bent down slightly, as if he wanted Lin Zhanyu to hear more clearly: "Son, have you heard of "Wen Zhaoguan"?"

Lin Zhanyu shook his head.Qiao said with a smile that he had expected this, so he took a deep breath and sang unhurriedly: "Day after day, my heart seems to be frying. The three-foot sword hanging on my waist is useless, and I can't avenge my parents."

Boss Qiao said just now that Wei Qingyun has a voice that "covers the moon with clouds", but when he is middle-aged, his voice is even more mellow.When he opened his mouth, he was filled with unspeakable anger and heart-piercing pain.

"Master? Zhanyu?" Wei Qingyun heard Boss Qiao's voice, turned around and jumped off the wall.He stepped forward and put on a smiling face: "What's the matter?"

"I called you to eat, what time is it?" Qiao said with a smile, pulling Wei Qingyun, not giving him a good face: "Let's go."

When Wei Qingyun and Qiao Li left the next morning, Lin Zhanyu sent them to the alley.When he reached the place, Senior Brother Wei stopped, and wanted to grab the child's hand, but the other party shrank back suddenly.

Wei Qingyun was puzzled at first, but it only took a moment for him to understand the situation in front of him.

He grinned from ear to ear, rubbed Lin Zhanyu's hair as if he was afraid that the world would not be chaotic, and asked knowingly: "Child, did Master call you to the front yard this morning, did he hit you with a ruler?"

The child nodded aggrievedly, and spread his right hand flat in front of Wei Qingyun's eyes: the little hand was slightly red and swollen, and this was what happened to him talking back.

Wei Qingyun and Qiao Li looked at each other, and they laughed together.Qiao Li and the child joked, "Zhan Yu, did you fail to memorize the words well?"

"Yes." Lin Zhanyu was extremely annoyed.

"Let me tell you, there will be more times when Master hits you in the future." Wei Qingyun leaned slightly and was at eye level with the child: "If he wants to hit you, you must not hide, just stretch out your hand and let him hit you. To hide from his anger and be frank, he is reluctant."

"Yes." Qiao Li chimed in: "The more you hide, the more it hurts when he hits you, you know that?"

"Oh." Lin Zhanyu responded in a low voice.

"Let's go." Wei Qingjun said with a smile: "You listen to Master carefully, we won't be able to stay in Tianjin for long."

After walking a few steps, turning around and seeing the child still standing there, Brother Wei shouted, "Go back!"

It wasn't until the figures of the two people disappeared from sight that Lin Zhanyu turned around and ran back.But before he reached the place, he could hear the noise at home.

It must be Qiao Xiaoyan and Xue He. After all, Qiao's family rarely comes to visit, except for their house.

Presumably the two of them were in a fit of anger, talking very fast.Lin Zhanyu couldn't hear what they were saying clearly, so he entered the room timidly, watched secretly with his eyes, and finally stood beside Qiao Xiaoyan, who looked calmer in comparison.

"Just in time, the child is back." Seeing Lin Zhanyu entered the room, Xue He restrained himself a lot: "Son, you should be a witness. I have to reason with Master today."

"You still have the face to argue with me?" Qiao smiled and motioned Lin Zhanyu to sit beside him: "Zhanyu, let's listen together and see what tricks your big brother can come up with."

"I escaped from the landlord's house and followed you when I was fourteen years old. Excluding the three-year apprenticeship and two-year service, today is the fourth year." Xue He counted on his fingers: "You always say that I eat your living Yours, let me give you half of what I earn every month."

"Yes." Joe smiled and looked at him.

"Look at this." Xue He threw an account book on the table: "Over the years, how much is a catty of rice, and how much is a tael of pork, all of which are recorded on it. I went to ask the neighbors one day. According to me, you have received too much money, and you still owe me a lot."

He snorted coldly: "To put it bluntly, what's the difference between you and those 'cannibal' landlords?"

"Boy, are you crazy about money?" Qiao said with a smile that he didn't open the account book: "Let me ask you, even if you only have half of the money you earn every month, and you can't spend it on food, clothing, housing and transportation, it's still a lot. How much have you saved this year?"

Xue He's face suddenly became ugly.Seeing this, Qiao stood up abruptly with a smile, wanting to point at his nose and curse: "I knew you were this kind of virtue."

"What kind of virtue am I?" Xue He didn't want to be outdone: "Didn't I just go to the kiln a few more times? Before Yunmei didn't have an accurate word, I was depressed. The kiln sister treats me sincerely. I give it to you." What's wrong with people spending some money? Besides, who doesn't go to that place? Master has been away for so many years, master, dare you say that you haven't been there?"

He pointed at Lin Zhanyu: "It's just that this little boy won't go, wait two years and see, you can't stop him."

So it turns out that big brother is living such an extravagant life?Lin Zhanyu frowned, and thought to himself: If I was the little Huadan he fell in love with, I would not marry him. If I want to marry, I have to ask him to save up the money first, otherwise he will have to ruin his family in the future. It must be done.

"Nonsense! You bastard!" Qiao laughed and snapped, "Zhanyu, go to my room and get the cloth bag from the first drawer of the cabinet!"

Lin Zhanyu didn't dare to delay, and hurriedly took the things according to the master's wishes.

Qiao said with a smile that he threw the cloth bag on the table: "Don't you like to keep accounts? Let's be right. I haven't touched a cent of the money you gave me in the past four years, and it's all here. I'll save it for you!"

This was beyond Xue He's expectation.He was dumbfounded, and after a while, he knelt down in front of Qiao Xiaoyan, with snot and tears: "Master, the child is not filial!"

Qiao smiled and said helplessly, and said earnestly, "Son, now it's time to spend the money and you don't know what to worry about. Why did you go?" He sighed: "How far is it? Why don't Master help you with it first?"

Xue He hurriedly shook his head, choked and said, "No, I don't need Master's money, I can earn it myself. Me, I'll ask for some grace and let her wait for me for a while."

Qiao smiled and said silently for a moment, and finally walked away. Before leaving, he told Lin Zhanyu: "Move your big brother to sleep in your big brother's room some time, and watch him for me, and don't let him make any more trouble."

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Every year, the heart of the flowers blooming is not open; I wish my mother a happy life and peace, and there will be harmony and disaster-free forever.From Peking Opera "Silang Visits His Mother · Seeing His Mother"

Day after day passed, and my heart seemed to be frying.There is a three-foot sword hanging on the waist in vain, and it is impossible to avenge the parents.From Peking Opera "The Prosperous Spring and Autumn Period·Wen Zhaoguan"

Clouds cover the moon, a noun for vocal music in Peking Opera.This is a metaphor for Lao Sheng's rounded and more reserved voice. (From Baidu Encyclopedia).

Hanging taste refers to the charm of the singing of folk art actors.

Another: cold knowledge, in the evil old society of the Republic of China, visiting brothels was actually legal, and relevant practitioners still needed to apply for a license. . .

Sure enough, imperial power, patriarchal power, husband's power, and patriarchal power are the four cancers of old Chinese society. . .