Chronicle of the Republic of China

In the last moments of his life, Fang Wuyu's thoughts and thoughts were all about Meng Xisheng.

Meng Xisheng at different ages and at different times.

The 16-year-old Meng Xi's voice was cold and upright, and the color of frost and snow dripped down his brows. The 20-year-old Meng Xisheng is tall and beautiful, with green mountains and green waters, and spring breeze blowing willows. At the age of 30, he has tasted all the sufferings in the world, and his beautiful lips can still smile the scenery of Jiyue.

When they first met, both of them were young and energetic, and Meng Xisheng wished he could be thrown into the ground to sleep forever.

In 1934, there was plenty of rain in Yuncheng that year. From August to the end of September in the Gregorian calendar, there was heavy rain, and a thunderbolt fell, knocking off the tallest cornice of the Fang family.

On this day, the dark clouds moved away with the same lightning speed as when they came, and the sun finally shone brightly, pressing heavily on the split eaves of Fang's house.

An elegant young man in a long Chinese coat stood quietly, staring at the broken horn on the cornice.

Meng Xisheng had already passed his 16th birthday. He had a soft outline and delicate features. His skin was porcelain white like a teenager's, but it was a little whiter. He was also wearing a white coat, which made him lose his blood color a little.

Meng Xisheng grew up in the most prestigious troupe in Peking, a family of three actors, from his grandfather to his father and then to him, born clean and ugly, the whole family is excellent in singing and dancing.

A year ago, when his father was playing with a flower gun on the stage, the props were wrong. Before the real Wu Song Tiger could hit him, he was pierced through the heart by a long gun.

After Meng Xisheng cried bitterly, he didn't mourn his father.

The props are all checked in advance, and there will be no mistakes in the middle.His father's death was bizarre, and Meng Xisheng thought there was something tricky hidden in it. He wanted to find out why the fake gun was replaced with a real one, and how his father died.

Liyuanxing was disturbed by this murder case, Meng Xisheng's grandfather tried his best to persuade him not to cause trouble, and sent a funeral for your father, let him rest in peace.The class leader also came to persuade him, but Meng Xisheng was unwilling. The 16-year-old boy was straight and unbending, determined to find out the truth.

In the end, after a lot of twists and turns, the murderer was finally caught. It was because they were jealous that their father, son, grandson, and grandson were very popular in Liyuan, and they shared too many people's soup.

Not long after the case was concluded, the team leader came to drive them away.

"You don't want to see what's going on?" The class leader squinted his eyes and said coldly, "Originally your father died, and the funeral will be over. From now on, your grandchildren will live here in Beiping." I can still sing in the city, but now it’s all right. My theater troupe has lost a lot of money in vain, and it’s made the big guys not have a day to live. Now everyone in the troupe is clamoring to leave. Once they leave, my troupe will also There is nothing left to do, in order to protect the survival of my troupe, I can only invite the two of you to leave."

The implication is very clear, he shouldn't learn what Bao Qingtian has to do to get wronged, he broke the unspoken rules of Liyuan, he should call his father dead for nothing.

Meng Xisheng's thin lips were pursed sharply, and the youthful spirit on his body was like white clouds, frost and snow. Without saying a word, after thanking the head teacher for his kindness, he immediately took his grandfather and left together.

Young and energetic are the most unable to hide their temper, and they don't know how to overwhelm their eyebrows.

His grandfather suffered from insomnia for several nights, sighing so much that he could smoke down a wall.Grandpa understands, so he persuaded him at the beginning.But what Meng Xisheng believed in was the justice of heaven. He believed it now, and he still believes it 20 years later. The 16-year-old letter is because of enthusiasm and innocence. After 20 years, I am used to seeing the warmth and coldness of people, and I still firmly believe that it is the precious childish feelings and a loyal heart.

But at the end of the day, one's bones can't be eaten, this murder case is known to everyone in Liyuan, who would dare to accept their grandparents and grandchildren again to add trouble to themselves for nothing.

Meng Xisheng finally understood the so-called rules after being rejected countless times.Understandable doesn't mean you think it's right.

If you can't stay in Peiping, then go, the world is so big, there is a place for people to stay.Meng Xisheng is determined not to give up lightly, it can't be seen from his handsome appearance, he is proud in his bones.

The grandfather and grandson left Beiping City. Since they wanted to leave, they simply flew away and traveled thousands of miles, leaving behind all the grievances and grievances behind them.

Now Meng Xisheng is standing outside the courtyard wall of the tallest Fang family in Yuncheng, propping his well-shaped head and staring at the broken corner under the sunlight.

The Fang family's house is a fully enclosed structure with a clean air, high walls and deep houses with winding paths leading to secluded places.

A hundred years ago, the ancestors of our family were still officials of the fifth-rank defense in the Forbidden City. Later, they were involved in the turmoil of seizing the throne, and they accidentally stood on the wrong team. by.

After abandoning his official position and going into business, the Fang family's business grew bigger and bigger, and finally took root in Yuncheng and became a wealthy gentry in Yuncheng.

It was passed down to Fang Wuyu's father's generation, and his vitality was not as good as before, but the emaciated camel was bigger than the horse, and Fang Wuyu calculated that it would take at least three or four generations to completely ruin this camel. Fortunately, as for his descendants, he is too lazy to plan ahead. When a person dies, he doesn't care about what happens after his death. After his death, he doesn't care about the flood.

On this day, Fang's house was full of joy and laughter from early in the morning. It was close to noon, and the gate was opened. Several Ford cars were parked at the gate. Many people came in and out. Birthday.

Aunt Seven was the same age as Fang Wuyu when she first entered the door. She was 17 years old, three years older than Fang Wuyu. She should be called sister, but she wanted to be called Qiniang. Fang Wuyu's teeth hurt every time she called her.

Since Mrs. Fang passed away, his father was like a wild horse that had taken off its stiffness. In two years, he married the fourth concubine, and then brought in the third wife one after another.Now Seventh Aunt is being favored, but Fang Wuyu knows that his father is only thinking of marrying the eighth room, and he is desperately trying to make up two tables of mahjong. The phoenix is ​​upside down in the curtain, but none of the seven aunts and concubines has come out. It would be better to be the ancient Mrs. Fang early, and at least give birth to Fang Wuyu and his brother Fang Yunshen.The servants in the house chewed their tongues, saying that the master had long been damaged by beauty, and that it belonged to a bag of grass on an embroidered pillow. It was a silver pewter gun head.

Fang Wuyu's courtyard is at the northernmost part of the house, it is quiet and unique, and the lively noise is much less here.

He stood on the porch, holding a birdcage, and the canaries chirped.The corner of his clothes was a little bit of the clear light outside the corridor, and the rest of his figure was covered in shadows.

His elder brother was ordered to rush him, and he was the only guest missing from the tables of the big family. He was waiting for him to start the table, but he went down the steps without looking back, carrying the birdcage.

Fang Wuyu wore a thin suit made of high-quality fabrics, with buttons like obsidian, gently opened.The plump flesh and bones propped up the clothes, and at a glance, the jade tree is facing the wind.

Fang Wuyu has a good skin, and when he is idle, he is divided into others. Those who are ugly are called bullies, and those who are rich and beautiful like Fang Wuyu are called dudes.

Both father and son of the Fang family prodigal, but the way of prodigal is not the same.Master Fang is keen on housework. Fang Wuyu is crazy and arrogant. He has earned a well-known name as a dandy.

Now Fang Wuyu is 17 years old, proud of his spring breeze, he is the second son of the Fang family with a big family and a great career, and he is a young man who looks at flowers on horseback. Yuncheng is full of fish and dragons, and no one can compare with him.

Fang Wuyu ignored his brother, flicked his sleeves, hung the birdcage on the silver hook on the porch, and asked his servants to bring out his wicker reclining chair to bask in the wet water that fell on his body during the heavy rain. gas.

Fang Yun pressed him for a while, but he remained indifferent.

The sun is thin, making people want to sleep.Fang Wuyu squinted his eyes and hummed a small tune with the lyrics of Taiping, and raised his voice vigorously.

"Today I invited a church party. After dinner, there will be a play to watch. The one invited is Taiban Jin."

Fang Wuyu turned a deaf ear: "I won't go. Every time I call that woman a mother, I'll lose a tooth with soreness."

"So serious?" Fang Yun smiled deeply, and opened Fang Wuyu's teeth to see, "Let me see how many teeth are sour."

The two brothers were sweating profusely in the chair, Fang Yunshen insisted on earning a palm-sized space for himself in the recliner, and propped half of his butt on the edge of the recliner.

"Even if you give your brother and me a face, if you don't like it, go socialize, okay?"

Fang Wuyu's expression looked bored.

His brother continued to bewitch: "Jin Daban has a new dan role, a male dan, I happened to see them come in just now, tsk tsk, they look so good--"

Fang Wuyu raised his eyelids as a response.

Fang Yunshen got bored a few times, got up helplessly, patted his brother's head, and deliberately sighed like singing when he walked out of the yard, loud and loud.

Fang Wuyu closed his eyes for a short while.

His father hasn't taken care of the family business since a few years ago, and Fang Wuyu is also known as the Second Emperor. The eldest son, Fang Yunshen, was identified as the heir of the Fang family early on. He had to take care of business and the complex relationship between the family.

Sometimes Fang Wuyu thinks about it, fortunately he was born a few years late, otherwise he would have been the eldest son to take care of these messy things, he would have given up his pick, and the Fang family would probably be far away from the tree falling.

The sun slowly rose to the top, the sun was very good, and the sky revealed an extremely warm light. It was almost twelve o'clock, and the sun gradually became hotter, exuding a smell of secular smoke and dust.

Fang Wuyu got up and looked in the mirror and slowly made himself look like a dog, put on a Swiss watch, his hands were white, slender and well-proportioned, and teased the birds leisurely for a while. Only then did I have time to attend the banquet.

His posture didn't look like he was going to a banquet, and he didn't have the slightest respect from the younger generation. He looked like some of the Eight Banners' disasters in the city of Beiping back then.

The running water table had been opened long ago, and before him, Yingying and Yanyan, a big family, were missing him.Fang Wuyu sneered secretly, and didn't go to congratulate Qiniang on her happy birthday, didn't go to explain the reason for being late to his father, and didn't go to entertain the guests with his brother, seeing the table where the young children gathered waved to him, Fang Wuyu has been a king of children since he was a child, with a full-bodied accent, and he sits down with a lot of arrogance. These people circle around him and present him with newly bought jade and agate one by one for him to look at. The usual ornaments of the Fang family It's ten times better than this, and nothing gets into Fang Wuyu's eyes.

One word, annoying.

Before even taking a bite of the delicacies on the table, Fang Wuyu was already overwhelmed by evil, couldn't sit still, his heart was hot, and he patiently rubbed his brother's "give me some face" back and forth a few times, and finally said goodbye The Chi Demon was ten feet tall, and his evil nature overwhelmed family affection. He slapped the table and said, "It's boring, let's go to the street to play."

"Aren't you going to eat?"

"Haven't you fucking eaten?" Fang Wuyu scolded coldly.

"There is still a play to watch later. I heard that your father invited the best theater troupe."

Fang Wuyu smiled, twisted his sleeves twice and asked, "What are you singing?"

His voice suddenly rose an octave, and his father really looked over.

"It seems to be the Legend of Hongfu."

"Hong Fu?" Fang Wuyu looked back, and poked his sharp eyes at his father and Qiniang, "Isn't that going to run at night, how unlucky. How can Fufu be on my Qiniang's birthday?" , my Qiniang has three obediences and four virtues, no one can compare with Hongfu, who picked this show, deliberately scolding my Qiniang for wanting to cuckold my father!"

A group of Second Princes who watched the excitement secretly laughed, and his father and Qiniang who were sitting not far away turned pale.

After the trouble, Fang Wuyu calmed down a lot, and went to the street swaggeringly.