【Lou Cheng】 How easy is another day

Unsurprisingly, Minglou gave him a slap on the back of the head when Mingtai said "delay". It wasn't heavy, and he didn't even mess up his hair.

During dinner, Mingtai got a glass of champagne, but this amount of alcohol could only help him survive the prelude, and he fell asleep decisively before the first act was over.

When he woke up again, he was awakened by thunderous applause. Looking left and right, Minglou and Mingcheng were both awake, energetic, and among the applauding crowd.

Mingtai was overjoyed: "The performance is over?"

But when he took out his pocket watch, he was really shocked—it was already past midnight.

The two elder brothers both like music, and they will bring him to any performance in Paris.He also goes to the opera house a lot, and although Mingtai doesn't like it, he has never been bored and tired tonight, and he has never heard of an opera that is performed from 06:30 until the middle of the night.Because of the expressions of his brothers, Mingtai couldn't help wondering if he missed something, so on the way back to the hotel, he still asked: "Why is it so long...and so noisy, so boring. What is it, you can see So energetic?"

Minglou and Mingcheng looked at each other.Minglou teased him: "I see you slept well, aren't you noisy?"

Mingtai decided to ignore the first half of the sentence, touched his ears and replied, "It's noisy. My ears are still buzzing now. Brother Ah Cheng, brother Ah Cheng, tell me."

He turned to pull Mingcheng's sleeve, Mingcheng smiled, thinking to himself, the older one didn't test him yet, the younger one came first.He also smiled, and answered him softly: "It means that there was a king who was stabbed by a holy spear. The wound would never heal and he would never die..."

"How can people not die?"

"Because he saw the Holy Grail, the Holy Grail extended his life. But his wound kept bleeding, and the king only wanted to die quickly, so he didn't see the Holy Grail for a long time."

Mingtai curled his lips: "Stupid. Since you can live forever if you see a cup, then look at it every day and endure it. Maybe one day you will be cured. If you die, you will lose everything."

"My lord, who taught you to interrupt? There are no rules." Ming Lou suddenly spoke softly.

Ming Taitian is not afraid of the earth, especially the elder sister, but he is in awe of the elder brother, especially afraid of his soft words.For a while, Mingtai felt that the back of his neck was cold, and immediately calmed down.Mingcheng didn't mind, and nodded: "Yes. Many people brought him medicine to treat his illness, but they couldn't heal the wound. Only the Holy Spear can heal the wound caused by the Holy Spear."

"Then grab it back! Where's the spear?"

"Stolen by a wizard."

"Then find the strongest and smartest person, bring a lot of soldiers and horses, defeat him, and take it back!"

"You kid, don't you think Tang has watched too much?" Minglou poured cold water on him again.

"Brother, don't interrupt. I'm listening to Brother Ah Cheng telling a story..."

"you……!"

Mingcheng still laughed, ignored the bickering between the two brothers, and continued with Mingtai's words: "None of these will work. The king is the strongest warrior. You need to find a pure fool to take back the Holy Spear."

"A pure fool?" Mingtai disapproved, "What use is a fool? So he became smart later, right?"

"Yes. He gained wisdom because of his sympathy."

Mingtai was very satisfied with his reasoning: "I'll just say it. So the most important thing for a person is to be smart. Well, I know the ending, thank you Brother Ah Cheng."

"What do you know? Tell me about it." Mingcheng deepened his smile.

"That's needless to say! Isn't it that the fool became smarter, defeated the bad guys, took back the Holy Spear, and healed the king, right? According to the story of the Holy Grail, this fool might end up becoming the king's knight." Ming Lou When it comes to excitement, I just feel happy and enmity, so happy, my eyes light up.

Minglou felt Mingcheng take a quick look at himself, and then heard him say, "That's right."

But before Mingtai showed the complacent expression of "I knew it", Mingcheng said again: "You are right. The person who gave him wisdom died. Before that, his mother also died."

"Oh...so it was a woman who made him smart?"

"Yes."

Mingtai curled his lips: "Women are always going to die. It's boring."

Both Minglou and Mingcheng were silent for a moment, but the silence was quickly broken by Mingtai's next sentence: "So I still like to watch the hero and heroine die together! Die for love, stab each other, it's better than this." Much more exciting."

Mingcheng smiled, and gently pushed him on the back: "Stinky boy, you are only so old, and you know how to be sympathetic and sympathetic."

Ming Tai didn't feel embarrassed either: "Thank you, Brother A Cheng. Hello, Brother A Cheng. My elder brother is always impatient with me. Brother A Cheng, do you have an opera house?"

"No. Want to hear about going to Munich."

"We just came from Munich this time and stayed for one night." Speaking of this, Mingtai suddenly remembered something, "I don't know why that night, some people held a torch parade, and many people came from the street outside my room window. Walked up and lit up the whole street. It was grand. Is that how the Germans celebrate Easter?"

"That's indeed one of their ways of celebrating." After a while, Mingcheng answered.

"This is much more interesting than the previous Easter parades in Paris..."

"Mingtai!"

Mingtai's words were abruptly cut off by Minglou.He didn't know why, and looked at Minglou innocently, wondering why his elder brother suddenly lowered his face: "...Elder brother?"

At this moment, Minglou quickly calmed down again: "If you go any further, you will take us to the place where we don't know."

It was only then that Mingtai realized that they had already reached the door of the hotel.

He stopped in his tracks, and said happily, "Brother Ah Cheng's story is well told."

"Look, you're still blaming me."

In this way, whether it is the discussion on "Parsifal" or Munich, it is understood that it is of course exposed.

They took an extra room at the reception before they left for the opera, and it was tidied up when they returned.Minglou handed the key to Mingcheng, and Mingtai said, "Brother Ah Cheng, shall we sleep in the same room tonight? I have a lot to say to you."

Ming Lou poured cold water on him: "This kid is snoring."

"no!"

"Still grinding your teeth."

"nor!"

"Is there always someone to grab a quilt?"

"...you can ask the hotel to send you an extra quilt!"

Ming Lou waited for him to finish explaining one by one, then said unhurriedly: "Is our Ming family short of money for a room? Do we need two people to share a bed?"

"It's not about money..."

"Okay." The boss of the Ming family who had already been crowned with the title of "tyrant" interrupted Mingtai mercilessly, "Sleep well. Get ready to go out at nine o'clock tomorrow."

"It's so early! Where are you going?"

"Climb the mountain."

"..."

"Or do you want to go to Mass? Good Friday Mass, don't say I didn't remind you."

Mingtai immediately confessed: "It's good to climb the mountain. Just climb the mountain."

……

It was exactly two o'clock in the morning when the knock on the door rang.

Minglou opened the door to welcome his guests.

The familiar faces in front of them put away the ease and smile they had when they were in front of their common younger brother, and the tall and straight figure did not slack in the slightest, calm and sharp, a sword that never knew fatigue.

They closed the door and closed the curtains, and every corner of the room has been carefully inspected.

"Comrade Minglou, according to the organization's charter and requirements, I request to report to you my experience of training in Moscow in the past six months and the latest situation in the Soviet Union."

Ming Lou nodded: "Please tell me."

It was the dawn of Good Friday 1933.

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