My dad's lieutenant seems to be a time traveler

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Xiaoxiang Village really slaughtered pigs and sheep at night, broke twigs and willows and piled up clumps of bonfires to wash away the dust for us.

Jingniang's parents were old people in the village, but now they are old, and the deacon in the village is her elder brother, who is called "Awen" by the villagers.Now he will treat us with wine.

It's been a long time since I've seen food served in bowls and cooked over fire.On the Nimbus, they shut me down and gave me cold soup.When Jing Niang was curled up and her little red shoes kicked her skirt and brought me a bowl of steaming, fragrant fish soup that was boiled into milky white, I almost shed tears.

Holding the soup bowl, with tears in my eyes, I said to Zhang Wensheng: Brother Sheng, look, there are oily flowers on it!

Zhang Wensheng said unhappily, "I'm afraid the fish in this clear soup will be bland. Would you like to ask them for some ginger vinegar to dip it in?"

I nodded and said: Yes, without ginger vinegar, soy sauce is also acceptable.

After drinking the fish soup, some villagers brought several large bowls of steamed bacon, salted chicken, and salted fish slices in front of us.Zhao Xuanlang and Zhang Wensheng bothered them, but I didn't say anything to "Cao Yu". After they were polite, each of them quickly grabbed a chicken leg and gnawed on it.

Zhao Xuanlang watched me bite off a chicken leg in two or three bites, turned his head to Zhang Wensheng and said: He is your little brother, you see, you are so hungry...it seems like he hasn't seen meat in three months.

Zhang Wensheng said: He is not mine.

Zhao Xuanlang wondered: What, so you are actually his?this……

Zhang Wensheng sighed, without explaining, grabbed a pair of chopsticks and ate the bacon by himself.

The moon was just above the treetops, and the bonfire was lit.

Grilled meat and stewed vegetables are all over the table.Boys and girls serve coarsely brewed rice wine, respecting guests and elders, and persuading each other to drink.

I don't know who started singing first, but a girl sang: "Walk from the bridge to the bridge, hold on to the railing and watch the water flow."Where does water return to the sea, and where does man end?

The singing voice is very loud and simple, I think it sounds like Jingniang's voice, but not very similar.The rice wine has a sweet and sour taste, but unexpectedly it is a bit strong, and everyone's faces are hot after a while.

Jing Niang came to the table a few times to refill our drinks.Every time "Cao Yu" wanted to help her, every time she refused, not allowing us to help.Later, he always clinked glasses with me, so we both drank a few more glasses, and when Jingniang came again, he couldn't quite stand up.

Zhao Xuanlang looked at him and said: "My sister is honest, I'm afraid she doesn't like you."

"Cao Yu" used to blush after drinking, but now his blush was as if on fire, and he was a little annoyed. He blew his beard and stared at his eyes, and his voice became a little louder.

Why doesn't she like me?How do you know she doesn't like me?He insisted on saying such stupid things with his eyes wide open, which made it more and more obvious that Jing Niang really had no reason to like him.

I propped my forehead with my hands, looked at him cautiously, and thought in my heart very troubled: This person is so stupid about the ditch girl, surely he cannot be the same as my father who is about to marry the fifth concubine, right?It's just the same name and surname Ba Liao...

While struggling, Zhang Wensheng suddenly put down the wine bowl and murmured: I drank too much, go sit by the well to cool off.

Zhao Xuanlang and "Cao Yu" were still entangled, and I was very confused by Zhang Wensheng's moody state, so I didn't greet everyone or him, so I followed him silently, out of the banquet, in the Walk slowly under the shade of a large tree.

Zhang Wensheng didn't really want to go to the well to enjoy the shade, in fact, he just walked around to avoid the bustle.After walking for a while, I found that he always walked around the same courtyard. If I continued to walk around, I was afraid that he might be misunderstood as a thief. also.

Zhang Wensheng seemed to have discovered that I was following him.He actually looked a little surprised: Cao Shiyue, why are you following me?

I said: You suddenly dropped the bowl and fell down on your face, I don't trust you.

Zhang Wensheng held the corner of his mouth and said softly: I can't see them fighting for a younger sister.I used to have a sister too.

I was stunned: have you ever?

Zhang Wensheng said: My sister is gone.

This day, I just felt that I was chatted to death by him, so I could only stammer and resist, saying: Why, why?You are not old, your sister should be... very young...

Zhang Wensheng said: Our parents left early, and we moved to live with relatives.I was older and studied early, and I didn't suffer any grievances. My sister was young and stubborn, and they didn't welcome them.Children from relatives have been bullying her all the time, even in school, and things got worse, and many people in school bullied her.She couldn't think about it for a while...

I shivered: Why can't she think about it?

Zhang Wensheng said: She has a strong self-esteem.I knew from the beginning that she had a strong self-esteem.I used to think it didn't matter, I think her personality is just like that... Her self-esteem is really strong...

He had been telling me about it very calmly.He was so calm that it seemed like he was telling someone else's story.If he could remain calm until he finished speaking, then there would be nothing wrong with him, he murmured and repeated until he suddenly stopped.

The man squatted down right in front of me, covering his eyes with his hands.

He whimpered, and to me, or to whatever, he whimpered in confession.

She sent me a message—he whimpered, and she said brother, anyway, can you come back, I want to see you.

He didn't say whether he went back or not.I'm not stupid, I guessed, he probably didn't go back.

I skipped this level and asked him directly: Then why don't you go back?

It's really worrying.Why doesn't he go back?I faintly feel that this matter has something to do with me, and this feeling is as if I suddenly touched the dream omen in a dream.I secretly felt that this matter must have something to do with me.

Zhang Wensheng sobbed: I am in training.I am an outstanding student representative and I want to make a speech.I thought that after the speech, I could go back on the weekend. With me here, what can I not settle for her?She waited for a day, and she stopped waiting until I came back.

When he said this, he put down his hands abruptly, and stared at me with his half-crazed eyes: Do you have anything to regret?Cao Shiyue, tell me!Is there anything you deeply regret?

I thought about it and decided to tell the truth: yes...

Zhang Wensheng yelled at me, or at him looking up at the visible night sky and bright moon: I am not the only one!I never do bad things, and my luck is also bad!I regret many things, not just this one!

At the end of the roar, his momentum was finally exhausted, he squatted on the ground, his eyes turned from madness to dull despair, he squatted there, even I could see his shoulders were shaking: this thing... was just done by me The beginning of all bad things...

I remembered what Shen Weiren told me about his teacher.It's just that it's inconvenient to mention more at this time.I decided on the spur of the moment that I should bring out my sad things first, so as to make him happy and distracted.

So I said to him: I regret one thing in my life, that is, I never had the chance to listen to Boss Bai sing a good show.He is good at the complete Legend of the White Snake, and I can't listen to it every time.

Zhang Wensheng was still squatting, frowning: Which boss Bai?What is the legend of the White Snake?

I said: Boss Bai is Bai Zhenkang, the one who “burned the boiler” on the bottom of the Guanglun—this old Zhang really couldn’t hold back anymore after hearing this.He stood up straight, took a few big steps back, and muttered in his mouth: Really or not...you really have a strong taste.