Invitation

The first year of Zhengguang, spring.

"Go to your Uncle Mu's house, don't forget the etiquette that your father taught you, don't embarrass your father like a wild donkey."

"Yes," the young man lay on the couch, crossed his legs and ate the snacks on the small table, "what's the matter with the wild donkey, you liked Yelu Maomao when you were in northern Xinjiang, but you despised it when you came to the Central Plains."

He Lanyan sighed: "If you are willing to compare yourself with a donkey, you have nothing to say as a father."

Yelu Maomao was a wild donkey that the father and son picked up in northern Xinjiang. When the donkey ran into the barracks, its hair was so long that it covered its eyes. When we arrived at a yak, we were overjoyed.

He Lanyan, whose style name is Haokang, was born in the army and served as a soldier all his life. He was a deputy of the Northern Xinjiang Garrison Army. His son He Lanzhao also practiced martial arts since he was a child. .

He Lanyan liked to make friends in the army in his early years, and his good friend Yundi was on duty in the Chinese Army Yulin. After entering Beijing this time, after the arrangement was settled, He Lanyan couldn't wait to take He Lanzhao to visit his old friend.

He Lanyan lifted the curtain of the carriage and poked his head out: "Get in the carriage."

"I'm not used to sitting," He Lanzhao stepped on the stirrup with one leg, and lightly jumped onto the horse, "I'll ride the horse to clear the way for you."

"You don't want it, it's Luoyang now, you don't want to show your face in public."

"Father," He Lanzhao said with a painful expression on his face, "You don't speak Chinese well, so don't use idioms all the time. When you show up in public, you're talking about women... Girls, it's okay. Dad, take a look around. Luoyang City is full of people. A man on horseback."

He Lanyan cursed "wild donkey" in Xianbei dialect, threw the curtain and sat back.

He Lanzhao whispered back in Xianbei dialect: "What's wrong with the wild donkey, the wild donkey is pretty good, the streets of Luoyang are so narrow, even a fluffy one can't run away."

The city of Luoyang is criss-crossed, and the streets are naturally no better than the vast desert of northern Xinjiang. He Lanzhao stops and stops, and walks and watches. He grew up in northern Xinjiang, and he is used to watching the sunset on the long river, walking horses on the flat sand, and he is used to going wild in the Gobi desert. When he suddenly came to the capital, the young man has a high-minded personality, he doesn't say anything, but his eyes are full of freshness when he looks at this bustling capital city. Tents are set up in the market to sell wine, and the songs of buskers are heard for a long time; The merchants in the alley carry all kinds of novelty gadgets, and...

There are also brothels and red sleeves.

He Lanzhao raised his head with childlike excitement and confusion, and looked at the exquisitely decorated pavilions in the busy city. The houses were different from other gray ones, and the pavilions were covered with pink curtains. After being separated, a woman was leaning on the railing, her fragrant shoulders were half exposed, and her temples were slightly drooping. Seeing him looking up, she called out "Xiao Langjun" coquettishly, and threw down the handkerchief. He Lanzhao reached out to catch it out of instinct. He stopped, but after catching it, he was at a loss, and frantically pinched the veil and switched hands over and over again, as if what the girl threw was not a fragrant veil, but a prickly prickly pear in the desert that could be chewed on for three years by soaking in hard shit.

"Did you just buy a roasted sweet potato? It's so hot..." He Lanyan lifted the curtain of the car again, and saw He Lanzhao holding a handkerchief with red flowers, willows and green fragrance, how can he not know what's going on, King Kong glared and said, "You what are you doing!"

"I..." He Lanzhao couldn't argue, raised his hand and pointed upwards, only to find that the girl smiled coquettishly and retreated behind the curtain, so he could only say awkwardly, "She threw it to me herself."

"You!" He Lanyan was angry, pointing at He Lanzhao and said, "You are waiting to go home, I will beat you..." He stared at the words for a while, and finally found the words in Chinese. Come up with an adjective that can describe the tragedy, "I'm going to beat you to death!"

"...Okay." The colorful wild donkey tucked the handkerchief into his arms.

He Lanyan is still uneasy, not because he thinks his son is frivolous, but because he feels that the son he has raised well in Mobei has been contaminated with red dust for no reason when he arrived in this prosperous place of smoke and willows. Dada's horse said: "Why does your horse walk so slowly, like a woman...you walk with your legs crossed like a girl, what do you look like, is that what I usually teach you?"

He Lanzhao knew that his father was stuck in his heart and had no place to vent his anger, so he leaned over to lift the curtain for He Lanyan with a smile: "Father, please don't stick your head and arms out of the window when driving, to avoid danger."

After finishing speaking, he patted the horse, turned a corner lightly, and drove away towards a remote path. The horse's hooves and clothes were galloping in the spring breeze together. He Lanyan watched quietly in the carriage, and his heart unexpectedly rose. There is a kind of comfort of "this is my son".

Until He Lanzhao confiscated the horseshoe and knocked over the fruit stall.

He Lanyan: "...Little brat."

After driving for half a day, they finally saw the gate of Yunzhai. He Lanzhao leaned over and whispered in He Lanyan's ear, "Father, look at this plaque."

He Lanyan looked at it and replied in a low voice: "What?"

He Lanzhao: "... how old is it?"

He Lanyan was taken aback for a moment, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "Our family doesn't have such a big plaque?"

"Our family?" He Lanzhao straightened his back, and said lazily with a laughing tone, "Do you remember what our plaque looks like? The last time Baimaofeng scraped off our plaque, and when we moved, our plaque It's also called 'Orchid House', and my mother planted a bunch of orchids in the yard to meet the occasion, but the sand and dust blew past them all to death overnight."

He Lanyan was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "I'm used to staying in the barracks, so my father didn't pay attention."

While speaking, He Lan's father and son had already walked to the door of Yunzhai, Yun Di was already waiting at the door, He Lanzhao dismounted and helped He Lanyan out of the car, Yun Di hurried forward: "Haokang!"

He Lanyan took a few steps forward and grabbed Yundi's shoulder who was about to salute: "What are you doing! You've been in the capital for a long time, do you need someone to be polite to you?"

Seeing this, He Lanzhao murmured in his heart. Before going out, he reminded me not to forget the etiquette, but now he can't even give a courtesy when he sees someone. He hugs people's shoulders in the street. He is indeed my own father.

Yundi froze for a moment, then smiled, as if he had changed from a general to the young soldier more than 20 years ago, He Lanyan pointed at He Lanzhao: "What are you doing in a daze, salute to your Uncle Mu!"

He Lanzhao bent down: "Uncle..."

Yun Di was on the top of his head, and slapped He Lanyan on the back: "Uncle? He Lan Haokang, you let your son call me uncle?"

He Lanyan was stunned: "Then let him call your mother? No, we have been separated for so many years and I have already married a wife. If you want, I can let him call your aunt."

Yun Di laughed: "What northern fart are you talking about? I mean you want him to call me foster father. It was agreed back then that your son would call me foster father!"

He Lanyan waved his hand: "Call!"

He Lanzhao called out "Okay" and bowed again: "Father! Kowtow to you after entering the door!"

Yundi snorted on his head: "Good boy!"

The Yun family was not a wealthy family, but the house was exquisitely made. He Lanzhao followed his father and adoptive father into the hall, and all the way he saw the servants with respectful and solemn expressions.He Lanzhao sat there and listened to He Lanyan Yundi and Mrs. Yun laughing and talking about stories. Naturally, he, a junior, had no place to talk. He felt very bored, sitting with his back straight like a soldier training, but his eyes did not know where he was. He Lanyan saw his son wandering Taixu, knowing that his heart is full of grass, asked: "Mu Zhi, where is your son?"

Yun Di habitually said: "Dog..."

He Lanyan: "Speak well."

Yundi: "Oh, my son went to the school and hasn't come back yet."

He Lanyan wondered: "Didn't your son join the army?"

Yun Di said: "No, he is willing to dance and write, so let him go, and usually just teach him some equestrian boxing and kicking."

He Lanzhao said in his heart that his father's news is not very well-informed. Who doesn't know that Luoyang Yunlang has made clear orders, reads and passes on books, and is a gentleman who is proficient in all six arts. He even misses Yelu Maomao who was released by him in northern Xinjiang...

When He Lanzhao was thinking wildly, he heard someone call loudly from the other side of the screen: "Father."

Listening to the voice is also a teenager.

Yun Di said: "Go and change clothes to meet the guests."

He Lanyan glanced at him.

Yun Di changed his tune and said, "See your adoptive father."

The boy paused, answered yes, and backed away again.After a while, the man changed his clothes and walked into the hall, Yundi greeted him, "Come and see your adoptive father."

The boy accepted his head and bowed, but He Lanyan picked it up: "No hurry, you little brother hasn't kowtowed to your father yet, let's kowtow together when you have time."

Yun Di smiled and said, "Then I met you little brother."

The young man turned around and saluted gracefully: "I'm Xia Yunyu, I've seen this brother before."

He Lanzhao smiled, and clasped his fists in return: "He Lanzhao, I have met Mr. Yun."

He Lanzhao looked at the person in front of him without any trace, and saw that he was wearing a moon-white shirt, his hair was tied up but not wearing a crown, he probably hadn't reached the age of a weak crown, his skin was as white as jade, his expression was bright and gentle, his lips were smiling, and his eyebrows looked like they were painted Delicate and handsome, his actions are graceful, and the scholarly aura on his body is like a gentle breeze.

As bright as a jade tree, it really lives up to the words "Luoyang Yunlang."

He somehow remembered the "Book of Songs" that the old gentleman had asked him to recite by his ear.

"Zhan Bi Qi Ao, Green Bamboo Yi Yi. There are bandits and gentlemen, who are like cutting like learning, like cutting like grinding..."

It really became a piece of jade.

He blurted out: "It's strange that the people in the capital say that Mr. Yun is 'fair and handsome but has a straight bone'. When I saw him today, I realized that there are such wonderful people in the world."

Yunyu raised his eyebrows in surprise, feeling that it would be a little rash to speak like this when he first met, he looked carefully at the young Xianbei opposite him.

The man was thin and slender, dressed in strong clothes, with narrow sleeves in a Hu suit, his hair was tied up high, his facial features were clean and neat, his eyes were as bright as lightning from a rock, like a galloping horse galloping towards the morning sun in Mobei, he looked at He Lanzhao, He Lanzhao He was also looking at him, showing a pair of small canine teeth with a smile, his clear eyes made that sentence not appear reckless, but sincere.

For a moment, Yunyu forgot the complicated modesty of "not daring to be" and "dull qualifications", and stared at him blankly for a moment, then smiled.

The dew flows in the morning, the new trees are first introduced, the cang Geng is squatting, the flowers are luxuriant, and the spring breeze with willows and greenery is blowing in from the half-open window softly, blowing past the smiling teenagers human cheek.

Tracing back to the source, both parties in this story have already forgotten and can no longer tell each other——

This is the first time in this life.

The author has something to say: The Xianbei people come from the Mongolian plateau, and He Lanzhao (that is, Baizhou) looks indistinguishable from the Han people.

The author said a lot about the previous life line on Weibo. If there is a cutie who wants to see it, you can leave a comment (emphasis) in Jinjiang and go to watch it.