Doyoshi Kazume

"I'm leaving now, don't you want to stay any longer?" Dr. Jiang held Meng Hetang's hand reluctantly.

These days, I am very happy to live with these two children. The children are sensible and love to coax the old man to play with him. I am really reluctant to leave unexpectedly.

"I've caused you a lot of trouble these days, and it's time for us to get down to business!" Meng Hetang patted his old hand on the back of his hand and said with a smile.

"Then I don't have anything to give away. Seeing that it's going to be dog days, take some Huoxiang and go. If someone has heat stroke, fever, vomiting and diarrhea, it will be very helpful." Doctor Jiang said, and the little apprentice turned around and went to the back room to pack. Ageratum.

These herbs were picked by Meng Hetang and his apprentice to dry.

Pick it up, wash it, cut it into sections, and dry it... Meng Hetang handles the tedious pharmaceutical process with ease.

Dr. Jiang, who was basking in the sun, also joked that Meng Hetang would stay and study medicine with him, and he would teach him all he could.

Meng Hetang smiled and took the heavy burden from the little apprentice.Over the years, I have received quite a lot of strange gifts on stage, but this is the first time I have received Chinese herbal medicine.This old man is really cute.

"Have you packed it?" Meng Hetang pushed open the door with a large bag of herbs.

Zhou Jiuliang was wiping the sanxian carefully with a cloth, and said without raising his eyes, "It's packed early."

"Taking care of your third brother is more delicate than taking care of yourself." Meng Hetang curled his lips, and wandered around the room again, looking here and there, and seeing what he forgot.

"I can't polish my walnuts any brighter."

Seeing that Zhou Jiuliang didn't pay attention, Meng Hetang turned around and sat on the armchair and continued to ask without giving up: "Then let me ask you, who did you save when my third brother and I fell into the Qinhuai River at the same time?"

Meng Hetang blinked and looked expectantly at Zhou Jiuliang. Human life is a matter of heaven, so it must be a matter of no need to think about it.

"Save the third brother."

Zhou Jiuliang answered nonsensical questions casually, turned his wrist, looked at Aiqin who was spotless inside and out, and then smiled with satisfaction.

After appreciating the fruits of his labor, Meng Hetang was taken aback by the resentful "I'll give you another chance" look in his eyes as soon as he looked up.

"Hey, you want to eat people?" Zhou Jiuliang carefully put the Aiqin into the piano box and fastened the lock, walked to sit down beside Meng Hetang, picked up the teacup and opened his mouth slowly.

"This is the guy I eat, how about I feed you?"

"What what? You support me?" Meng Hetang stared at him and stretched his arms back to point at himself.

"Yes."

Zhou Jiuliang has been thinking about how to live the next day since he was in good health these days.He has saved all the snowflake silver they have earned together these years, but he can't live on this little money, and he has to find a way in the future.Brother Meng offended the Mei family and abandoned his master because he gave up his wish. He absolutely must work hard to do something.

There are not many cross talk theaters in Nanjing City, but there are many Pingtan and Huaihe theaters, and they have their own skills. They can play strings in Liyuan now to find a job, slowly explore for a while, and then start their own troupe.

"Just give me an honest, fat, white and fat one at home, and it's our old man who makes money!" Meng Hetang said, patting his chest.

"Who is not a man?" Zhou Jiuliang asked with a sharp voice on purpose.

"Stop making trouble," Meng Hetang stretched out his hand to hook Zhou Jiuliang's neck, "Let's go!"

No matter how the surrounding environment changes, the way home is firmly in mind.

The closer he got to the alley, the more excited Zhou Jiuliang became. After nine years, he finally returned to his home.

The alley is still the same alley, the phoenix trees on both sides are still standing, and there are still cats lazily basking in the sun on the stone bench at the entrance of the courtyard.

Stop at the end of the alley, the gate is closed.

"Clang, clang, clang."

Meng Hetang lightly lifted the bronze door knocker and knocked on the door regularly.

Before he came to open the door, he alerted the neighbor next door to come out.

"Which one are you looking for?"

The old lady was estimated to be in her sixties, her hair was full of silver silk, and her eyes were narrowed into crescent buds, full of kindness.

"Grandma Zhang, it's me! Zhou Hang!" Zhou Jiuliang looked at the old man who opened the door in surprise.

"Oh, Xiaohang? You're so big!" Grandma Zhang smiled when she heard that it was Zhou Hang's wrinkled face.

This little Hangzi has been sweet since he was a child. Everyone in the alley likes him and takes good care of the mother and child. Later, when she heard about the misfortune, she learned that the child followed him to Beijing, but she didn't know whether he died or lived.

"This..." Zhou Jiuliang pointed at his door, bewildered.

"In the year of the disaster, everything was waiting to be done. The imperial court allocated funds to relieve the people and help us rebuild our homes, so our alleys were restored."

"We've kept your yard, and we said that maybe Xiaohangzi will come back one day, and you will come back."

"Thank you so much grandma!"

We finally have a home that belongs to us.