Doyoshi Kazume

the twelfth lunar month.cold winter.

The north wind was blowing heavy snow, and the whole capital was completely white.Pedestrians didn't care to watch, they all walked quickly with their capes on and their heads bowed.

"Hey, it's really evil, it's going to be big as soon as the snow clears in the market."

"Master Meng, the snow is getting heavier and heavier, let's hurry up so that the husband and wife won't worry." Li Fu looked at the snowflakes floating in the sky and said.

"Well, be careful." A few deep and honest exhortations came from the carriage.

It is none other than Meng Hetang, the apprentice of Mr. Guo, the leader of Deyun class in Beijing.

This Deyun was founded by Mr. Guo, and what he upholds is to promote traditional culture.Today, Mr. Guo has a lot of disciples, at least hundreds of disciples, and he is a well-known figure in the capital.

The carriage moved forward slowly, and the road bell on the roof accompanied by the jingling of the horseshoes was very sweet.

The curtain was blown up by the wind, snowflakes fluttered, and some mischievous flakes pierced Meng Hetang's neck, making his hand holding the stove tighter.

"Woo!" Li Fu suddenly pulled the rein sharply, followed by yelling and cursing, "Hey, you kid, don't you look at the road when you walk? You are so shocked to my young master, can you explain it?"

Ben Meng Hetang, who was resting with his eyes closed, was startled by Li Fu's sudden shout, frowned, raised his hand and opened the curtain, "What's wrong?"

"Master, our carriage went well, but a child jumped out of nowhere, if it wasn't for my sharp eyesight and hands, I would have bumped into it." Seeing that the master's face was a little unhappy, Li Fu quickly explained.

"It doesn't matter." After hearing the reason, Meng Hetang followed the boy's hand in the carriage and looked at the child.

It was a day of heavy snow in the twelfth lunar month of winter, but the child was only wearing a single coat, his thin body was shaking, and his thin face was flushed red from the cold.Maybe it was frightened, his hands were twisted together nervously, he lowered his head and breathed softly, but he didn't dare to raise his head.

Looking at the shabby look of the young man, Meng Hetang felt very uncomfortable, strode out of the carriage and came to the young man, put the stove in his hand into the young man's arms, but met the young man's panicked eyes.

Meng Hetang chuckled, and gently said the words "Don't be afraid", and breathed warmly on the young man's face, causing the young man to lower his head in a hurry.Immediately afterwards, he took out the purse from the back of his waist and stuffed it into the child's arms, "Add some clothes, don't freeze."

"Hey, you kid, don't you even know how to say thank you?" Li Fu curled his lips, his young master is famously kind-hearted, but this kid is too ignorant, he can't even say a word of thanks .

Seeing that the child didn't speak, Meng Hetang just looked at him blankly, smiled, turned around and got into the carriage, and said, "Let's go." The boy sighed, and drove the carriage to the city.

The young man stared blankly at the carriage driving away until it turned into a black spot and did not leave. He only felt his nose sore, his head dizzy, and his eye circles turned red. He tried not to let the tears fall, and hugged him tightly. With the stove and purse in his arms, he has remembered those gentle eyes ever since.

The carriage staggered into the city and stopped in front of Guo Mansion.

"Master, we're here." Li Fu reported softly.

"Master Meng is back, it's time for dinner." The butler came out to greet him with a smile.

Meng Hetang strode across the courtyard to the main courtyard, swept the broken snow off his shoulders, and then stepped into the house.The stove in the house was burning brightly, and his frozen and stiff body seemed to be hugged tightly by someone.

Stepping in the door, lifting the robe, and saluting.

"Xiao Meng, come quickly." Madam smiled and waved.

"Brother Meng, come and eat." Guo Qilin was very happy to see that it was Meng Hetang who came, and he thought about asking Brother Meng to teach him ventriloquism after dinner.It had been agreed a long time ago, but last month the master sent Meng Geer to a school outside the city, so it was delayed.

"Today's food is really rich." Meng Hetang smiled and sat down, watching the master nod before picking up the chopsticks.

"Xiao Meng, how are you?" Meng Hetang understood as soon as Mr. Guo opened his mouth.

"Everything is fine, don't worry, Master." Meng Hetang greeted him with a smile.It's not that everything is fine, the children are very obedient, but there are a few who quarrel and bicker, but it doesn't bother them.

In recent years, Deyun has become famous, and the master always has to run around and work hard, so he handed over several juniors to Meng Hetang for him to discipline. Meng Hetang understands that the master's intention is to trust himself, so how can he take it lightly.Although Young Master Meng is Deyun's famous soft-heartedness, and the juniors will always take advantage of this to steal a little laziness, but Meng Hetang always has his own way to restrain them.

"Brother Meng'er, don't forget to teach me ventriloquist later." Guo Qilin pretended to hold up the bowl, but whispered in Meng Hetang's ear.

"Okay." Meng Hetang looked at the young master's expression of being terrified of his master and replied with a smile.

"Eat." How could Mr. Guo not know Xiao Jiujiu under the table, so he drank.Guo Qilin was so frightened that his hands trembled and the bowl almost fell.

After dinner, Meng Hetang went back to his Tingfengtang.

It can be regarded as coming back, and I was really tired after sleeping on the wooden bed with my juniors for more than a month.

It's not that the bed is uncomfortable, but that there are a few children who don't sleep honestly at night, grind their teeth for a while, fart for a while, and put their legs and feet on themselves, and they are always startled.It's true that there is no girl in this yard, if there is, these brats dare to be so presumptuous.

Meng Hetang, who had just sat down, suddenly remembered something, and rushed up to the attic with a stride. The moment he opened the door, the wind and snow blew so that Meng Hetang couldn't open his eyes, let alone those flowers, which were already dead and defeated.

It was fine before I left, but it has only been over a month, and the wind in the capital is so cold.

Sighing and going back to the house, I don't know what happened to the child, and it was getting colder and colder.

This year's Beijing is surprisingly cold, and Dalin, who likes to play with snow the most, just lazily stays by the stove these days and doesn't go anywhere.The young master spoke, saying that he would not go out until the snow stopped, and it was useless to call anyone.

On this day, just after dawn, Guo Qilin and Shaobing touched Meng Hetang's Tingfeng Hall.The two of them tiptoed upstairs, wanting to give Meng Hetang a small "surprise".

"Hey, brother, I didn't see Brother Meng." Guo Qilin poked his head and whispered.

"No way, you should still be sleeping at this point, you should take a good look at it." Shaobing said while fiddling with the grimace mask in his hand.This kid is also lazy, it's fine if he doesn't come out in the snowy day, but he doesn't come out after the snow has stopped and warmed up these few days, what kind of beauty is hiding in the house.

Meng Hetang, who had already heard the truth from behind the screen, walked lightly behind the two, and asked in a deep voice, "What surprise?"

Both of them were concentrating on their "work" but when they heard the voice of the person being pranked, they were so frightened that they both turned around and quickly apologized, "It's nothing, it's nothing."

"It's definitely not a good thing to be sneaky." Meng Hetang walked around the two and sat on the armchair with his hands behind his back.

"Hey, we specially invite you to come and walk around the street with us." Shaobing secretly stuffed the mask into his sleeve, walked up and sat beside Meng Hetang.

The young master also agreed, "Yes, Brother Meng, you must be bored after going to a school outside the city for more than a month, let's go to relieve the boredom."

"A few days ago, the snow was so heavy that it was right not to go out, but now that the snow has stopped, it's time to go out and exercise when it's warmer." Shaobing patted Meng Hetang's shoulder and said with a smile.

"to make."

The three of them happily made a decision. They came to the front yard to greet their master and wife, and they were about to go to the street.

"Let the butler prepare the carriage." As she spoke, Madam waved to the outside, and Mr. Guo stopped her.

"Take a carriage for these two steps, and walk." Mr. Guo said quietly after taking a sip of tea.

"Yes, yes, mistress, let's walk and exercise." The brothers quickly said with a smile, "Master, mistress, the children go first."

"Mom, I'll bring you back something fun." The young master said with a smile.

"Okay, be careful on the road." Madam followed to the door and watched the children disappear at the street before turning back to the house.

Mr. Guo raised his head and dismissed his wife's worried figure, "If the child is as spoiled and spoiled as you are."

"I am happy to have my own child!" Madam went to the back room without even looking at Mr. Guo.

Duplicity, in fact, I dote on and love more than anyone else in my heart.

"Brother, where are we going?" The young master blinked and asked.

"You all happily called me out but don't know where to go?" Meng Hetang looked at the two quietly.

"How can it be! Brother, am I such an unreliable person?" Shaobing patted his chest, and was about to tell the little brothers how exciting the outside world was when they were interrupted by the sound of gongs and drums.

"Hey, why is it so lively up front?" Guo Qilin followed the restless crowd.

"Hey, little brother, what's going on in front?" Shaobing grabbed the boy who was running past and asked.

"Hey, you don't know, isn't this just in time for the temple fair. I won't tell you, I won't be able to watch it if I get there late." The young man ran away quickly after speaking in a hurry.

"What's so interesting about temple fairs?" Guo Qilin asked again.

Shaobing stood upright, with a smile on his face, cleared his throat, "Then you are asking the right person, this temple fair has a hundred or eighty roadside stalls, all kinds of gadgets, let alone food. There are also jugglers, lion dancers, and acrobatics on stilts, so you can have a good time." Guo Qilin listened with great interest as he talked about Shaobing.

The two chatted non-stop there, although Meng Hetang had a smile on his face, but he was absent-minded, staring blankly at the crowd in front of him.Since that day, he would think of that child from time to time, and wondered whether he was dressed warmly or not in this cold and twelfth lunar month.

"What are you doing? My mouth is so dry. Why don't you even react!" Shaobing was talking and felt something was wrong. When she turned around, good guy, what do you mean? Stunned! "What good thing do you want?"

"I'm listening. Didn't you say there is a restaurant? Let's go, let's go eat." Meng Hetang blinked his big harmless eyes, and smiled at the two of them, revealing a row of big white teeth.

"Then let's hurry up!" Guo Qilin said as soon as he heard that he was going to eat first.

"You just know how to eat, you! Look at you fat." Guo Qilin's brain collapsed when the sesame seed cake hit him.

The young master did not show any weakness, "You are the same."

Meng Hetang suppressed a smile, "You two don't talk about each other."

The three of them lost their sloppiness and walked quickly with the crowd.

Looking at the dark heads in front of them, the three of them couldn't help nodding their heads, "Where should we go first?"

"If you want me to tell you, let's start from the first shop here and go wherever we go." Shaobing was a little dizzy looking at such a pair of people, so he just walked along.

"Success, keep an eye on it. If you lose the money, you lose it. Don't be ashamed." Meng Hetang said with a smile.

From the south to the north, the calves of my brother's walks are thinner and have not yet reached the end, and it is indeed a bit powerless.

"Take a break, take a rest first." Dalin stopped and said with his hips akimbo.

After all, it is a bit round, and the fat body is breathing hard. It is obviously the cold winter of March, but there is a dense layer of sweat on the forehead.

"Then find a restaurant to fill your stomach first." Meng Hetang was also a little tired, after walking for more than half an hour, his mouth was dry.

After finishing speaking, the three of them raised their legs and walked into the restaurant in front.

"Xiaoer, a pot of sweet-scented osmanthus wine, and a few more of your special dishes." Shaobing said as soon as they entered the door before Xiaoer came over.

"Okay! Sirs, please." Xiao Er smiled, it seemed that these masters were tired from walking around the temple fair, so they took advantage of the opportunity to serve wine first.

"Sweet-scented osmanthus wine, masters, taste it first, to quench your thirst." After finishing speaking, he lifted the wine jar and filled the bowls in front of the three.

They started chatting again, "Are you here to visit the temple fair?"

"That's right. My legs are slipping and I haven't finished shopping yet." Shaobing said.

"Is there anything else fun?" The young master didn't care if he was tired or not, he just wanted to play.

"Young master, you are really asking the right person. This afternoon, there is an opera troupe from Nanjing. I heard that they are all famous actors. If it weren't for the flood disaster in the first half of the year, how could they be reduced to setting up a stage to sing in the open air? .”

"What else?" The young master asked again.

When it comes to opera, our young master has listened to little Tao Yang's Beijing opera since he was a child, and he can't listen to other people's singing.

"Yes, yes, there is also a martial arts team from the Northeast. There are all kinds of swords, guns, swords, axes, hooks and forks." Xiaoer said happily, and there was only a dance on the spot.

"Then, the ones with fringes, the ones with blades, the ones with ropes, the ones with chains, the ones with inverted hooks, and the ones with thorns, don't you know it too?" Seeing the little Er's eyebrows beaming, Shaobing came Duan Guankou.

"Haha, this master is really good. You eat first, and I'll go and urge you to eat first." Xiaoer cupped his fists and went down.

When the dishes were all served, the young master was about to reach out to pick up the wine jar to pour wine into his own bowl when the two people in front of him stopped him.

"Children can drink a bowl at home, so how can they push their feet."

"That's right, Dalin, I'll punish you when I let Master hear it when I go back."

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, we'll be sweating and drinking after a while." Guo Qilin waved his hand and continued to pour the wine.

"It's really a master-student."

"He's really godfather's apprentice."

The two elder brothers said in unison and smiled at each other.

"Don't stand still, both of you, hurry up and eat. After eating, let's go to see the martial arts team." The young master said vaguely while eating the food.

"Oh, my young master, we've been memorizing this weapon spectrum since we were young, and we're sick of memorizing it. Who knows how to play a few tricks, and why don't you join in the fun." Shaobing took a sip of his wine and clicked his tongue.

"Can it be the same? Anyway, I have to see it." The young master rolled his eyes at Shaobing.

"Let's take a look when you come here." Meng Hetang also echoed.

When he left the house, he forgot all the rules. Mr. Guo stipulated that he should not talk at meals and drink alcohol. All of them were swallowed together with the food.

After eating, they wiped their mouths and left the restaurant. Several people were worried that they didn't know where the martial arts team was.

Shaobing slapped his forehead, "We're right to follow the crowd!"

"Hurry up, I won't be able to see it for a while." The young master excitedly pulled the two of them, and ran forward following the crowd.

After all, people with martial arts background arrived earlier than fellow villagers who asked for directions.Seeing the sound of gongs and drums coming from the packed crowd, Shaobing said, "Here we are."

Several people squeezed to the front and took a closer look, this is not a martial arts team.

The stage was simply set up with a few bamboo poles, and there were two or three accompaniment strings here and there, looking at the desolate look, the young master couldn't help frowning, "Let's go, let's go home and listen to Xiaotao sing. "

Shaobing also echoed, "This is too simple, let's go and see the knife."

The two turned around to leave, but Meng Hetang just stood there without any movement.

"Let's go." Shaobing looked at Meng Hetang, what's the matter, this is, today he is always absent-minded.

"Just look at this." Meng Hetang said, only looking ahead.

Shaobing glanced at Meng Hetang with the eyes of a fool, and then followed Meng Hetang's eyes. The person who is tuning and testing the piano next to the stage is actually a teenager. Is this a famous actor?Rest early.

At this time, Meng Hetang was completely indifferent to Shaobing.

Saw him, the boy.

It turned out that he fled to the capital with him.

"Chong!"

The gong sounded, and the noisy crowd fell silent, "Thank you for your support, and I will serve you a piece of "Dragon Robe"."

After all, the man left the stage, the young man's slender fingers quickly swept across the strings, his face was full of joy, it was completely different from what he saw that day, only when he was playing the strings was the real him, he must be confident.

"Okay!" There were applause one after another, almost all of them were for the luthier.

The corners of Meng Hetang's mouth rose and his palms turned red.

"Not to mention, this string is really good!" Shaobing clapped and said, "It's just that the singing is not very good, is this a famous actor? It's really embarrassing. Really, it's not sung when we little Tao dolls Alright." That's right, the famous Beijing opera prodigy in Beijing can be compared with anyone.

The little man came forward with a plate to offer a reward, Meng Hetang took out a large ingot and put it on it.

The startled boy kept bowing his thanks, and the startled others stretched out their thumbs and clapped their hands in applause.

"This." Seeing this, Shaobing stretched out a thumb to gesture to Meng Hetang, thinking that it was Meng Xiaoye showing kindness, but this is too kind, so how can I play for a while.

In this chaos, the young man inadvertently glanced in this direction.It doesn't matter if you swipe, you just met those eyes.

The boy's heart tightened, his hands trembled, and he played the wrong key. There was a harsh sound of "Zi La", and the tone stopped abruptly, followed by boos from the audience.

The boss came up from behind the scenes with a stick and quickly apologized, then turned around and raised his big hands to teach the boy a lesson.

The boy closed his eyes and defaulted to the penalty, he must be beaten for such a low-level mistake in front of the audience, and he must be punished after returning home.

But he didn't feel any pain for a long time, so he opened his eyes and met those beautiful eyes again.

"What are you doing, what's your business for me to teach my disciples?" If it wasn't because Meng Hetang tightly clamped his hands and couldn't move, the class master would not be so polite when he spoke.

"I'll take care of it today, you can't beat him." Meng Hetang left a smile to the young man in front of him, turned his head and said ruthlessly to the class leader.

"Which onion are you, what are you meddling with? I can beat my own child as I like."

Meng Hetang closed his eyes without saying a word, the veins on his forehead burst out, and the strength in his hands increased.

You can hit as much as you want, what is your own child.

"Oh, oh my lord, let's have no grievances or enmities." The class master's executioner dropped the stick to the ground with a numb hand.

"Today, I'll take him away." Meng Hetang didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, and let go of the boy's wrist, walking out of the crowd.

"Hey, Xiao Meng." Shaobing was a little at a loss. We, Mr. Meng, are famously kind and soft-hearted, but we can't keep doing this kind of brave work to save lives and heal the wounded. How can it be justified that Minger's master's house has become a shelter? .

"What's the situation?" Dalin looked at the crude stage just now, turned around and squeezed out of the crowd, and was thinking about eating this ice cream outside secretly before going in to find them, but the two elder brothers came out as soon as he took a bite. Take someone you don't know?

"Let's talk when we go back." Meng Hetang ignored them, and pulled the young man to a quiet alley before turning around and saying, "It's okay, why are you still wearing such thin clothes?" The young man shook his head.

"Is he your master?" The boy shook his head again.

"What is your name?"

"Zhou Hang." The boy finally raised his head and said to Meng Hetang's gentle eyes.

Hearing the young man speak, Meng Hetang let go of his strained heart, and he was able to speak.

The two who watched from a distance couldn't figure out what kind of drama this was.The hero saves the beauty, no, the hero saves the youth.

"Then are you willing to come with me?" Meng Hetang asked softly.

Zhou Hang raised his head abruptly, his slender eyes were full of worry, "Is it okay?" Looking at the gentleman in front of him dressed and generous like last time, he must be a son of a rich family. Instead, he became a trouble for Mr.

"En." Meng Hetang nodded.

"What? You want to take it home." The two were stunned. What's the situation? They went out to visit the temple fair for a day, got drunk and got into a fight, and they brought back a child they picked up?

Thinking of Master's expression, the two couldn't help shivering.

Meng Hetang ignored them, and just took Zhou Hang's wrist and left.

The two hurriedly followed, they should go home and let the master decide.

The author has something to say: it is purely fictitious~ please do not cook it up~

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