Chronicle of the Republic of China

It was five o'clock in the morning when Fang Yunshen knocked on his door. Fang Wuyu was in a deep sleep. He dreamed that Meng Xi kissed him loudly. He was about to hold the other's face and do something, but the dream was cut off in the middle.

five o'clock.It's my life.

Fang Wuyu had never gotten up so early before.He put on his clothes in a daze, brushed his teeth and took a shower in a daze, and was led by his brother to take the tram in a daze.

On the streets of Nanjing in early autumn, the cold air has passed through the streets and alleys, and the cables of the trams are stretched into a tense state, being dragged by the carriages to the distance.

Fang Wuyu wore a thin cloak with his collar turned up and dozed off in the car with his eyes closed, completely ignoring his brother's instructions to him, his brother stopped talking when he saw that he would not listen.

The early crowd squeezed the car airtightly. Fang Wuyu had never been on this kind of tram, and he didn't like the taste of making meat sandwiches. He frowned and opened his eyes, and stomped hard on the guy who always beat him , When the other party turned his head, he closed his eyes again.

Fang Wuyu nestled on his brother's shoulder, unable to fall asleep, he muttered, "Why so early?"

Fang Yunshen said: "It's always this early. Today I called you half an hour late. From now on, you will go out at this time, and I will be earlier than you. I will show you the way later."

For so many years, Fang Yunshen has taken care of the family's business, leaving early and returning home late. Fang Wuyu knew that he was busy, but he never cared about how he was busy. Hearing what he said, he pursed his thin lips and said I endured it in my seat and stopped moving.

After getting off the car, the two walked around the roads and alleys, and arrived at the door of the store.

Fang Wuyu looked up at the Western Baroque-style carved iron gate in front of the shop.Fang Yunshen told Fang Wuyu that this style of door was the first to be used by the Fang family, and it almost led a trend.At that time, China's cloth-making skills reached its peak, and the silk business spread across many provinces. Foreigners flocked to it and bought a large number of them to bring back to their home countries. They called silk the noble cloth of the East.The Fang family was also a leader in this industry back then, and the glory of the Fang family in the past can be seen from this iron gate.

Fang Wuyu was led and introduced to the people in the store. He was a clerical job, starting from the lowest level, and he didn't know how to do the difficult ones. He learned slowly and did the simple ones well first.

Fang Wuyu has good handwriting, and as far as clerical duties are concerned, he has made a good start at the beginning.This made people surprised, and praised: "You wrote thin gold body? This handwriting is very good."

The thin gold body is sharp from all sides, and the knife head is dovetailed, full of strength.When Fang Wuyu's mother was still alive, she personally taught him to write thin gold.Fang Wuyu also likes this font very much, writing a stroke is like carving a knife, and it is full of joy, which is exactly the appetite of Fang Wuyu.He acted like this thin golden body, sharp and sharp, so that his mother stopped teaching him later, saying that the thin golden body should not be reflected in the world, but should be reflected in the way he behaves, the bones are correct, not for five fights Mi bowed his waist, and he was not ashamed.

If you don't teach, don't teach, Fang Wuyu doesn't care, if you don't teach him, just practice alone, and you can still practice well.

This writing made Fang Wuyu the first compliment, and also the only one.

He only got through the first day peacefully, and the office stool was grinding his ass.On the second day, Fang Wuyu was late for more than two hours, and brought two down cushions and seat cushions.

Once a person is comfortable, it is easy to doze off, especially when the weather is getting colder, and when one falls asleep on the desk holding a cushion, one falls asleep.

Being slapped awake, in the past, just his aura of getting up could shock the entire Yuncheng.But this is not Yuncheng, and the others are not servants of the Fang family, so they are not intimidated by his unlucky appearance, on the contrary, they are even more disgusted.

In the past 18 years, Fang Wuyu has made others get used to his wink, but he himself has never looked at others, he can't learn it, and he can't do it.He found that his wink was not enough to intimidate others, and he couldn't order a few servants to beat them up like before, so he went out vigorously all the way with the cushion he brought, and kicked over a wastebasket. He broke a vase, and heard people scolding him behind his back after he went out. Fang Wuyu flicked his hand, and the cushion flew back, unexpectedly hitting his forehead.

Fang Wuyu turned his head at the stairs and saw that someone was staggered by him and tripped to the ground. He laughed twice, whistled and went to the tea enclosure to have tea.

When I got home at night, I was scolded by Fang Yunshen. Fang Wuyu listened lazily. After all, he was not thinking about it, and cursing nothing would work.

It's not that Fang Wuyu has never thought about starting his own business, but he doesn't want to squeeze in a dilapidated office with others, writing useless manuscripts with his thin golden body every day, which not only tarnishes his thin golden body body, and defiled his hands.He wanted to start a business, and wanted to restore the Fang family to its former style. He dreamed about it for a long time, but he completely turned his ambition into softness in the scent of tea in the tea circle and the babbling of the theater.He wondered how many years it took the Fang family's ancestors to support the Fang family's backbone, and how he could do it. He has no capital, so if he was still in Yuncheng, he would definitely be able to make a difference.

After thinking about it, I wasted all my time on imagination.

People used to say that the second young master of the Fang family was no good at anything and could only be a dude.Fang Wuyu doesn't believe it, and he doesn't believe it now, he thinks he is smart, and he can do it well if he wants to do it.It's just that he doesn't want to do what he is doing now, he doesn't like to do it.

Fang Wuyu didn't go to work until one o'clock in the afternoon that day, and before he entered the office, he heard the people inside gossip at the stairs, talking about Fang Wuyu, and even talking about Fang Yunshen.Fang Yunshen didn't come today for some reason.They then threw Fang Wuyu's flames on Fang Yunshen's head, saying that even Fang Yunshen had played up the plot. Sure enough, there was a nest of snakes and rats.

As soon as Fang Wuyu got angry, he didn't know what he picked up, and he swung it on the head of the person when he entered the door. When there were exclamations from all around, he realized that his hands were covered with blood.He wiped the blood on his clothes vigorously, swallowed his throat, fled in the chaos, walked in the streets and alleys in a daze, finally saw the faucet, washed his hands, and heaved a sigh of relief.

Fang Wuyu didn't dare to go home until eleven o'clock in the evening.He wanted to give his brother more time to digest, so that he could scold him softly.When I got home, I realized something was wrong. There was no one in the house, only one servant was left, and he stammered that everyone was in the hospital, it was too bad, it was too bad.Fang Wuyu was startled: "Dead?"

The servant was in tears, obviously frightened.

Fang Wuyu didn't expect to beat someone to death, so he hailed a rickshaw and rushed to the hospital. In the corridor, he saw his Qiniang sitting on a bench, dumbstruck, motionless, with snow-white lips.The bitter cries of his stepmothers came from the ward, Fang Wuyu slowed down his pace, until his brother suddenly called out to his father, his fur stood on end in shock, and he ran to the ward.

Master Fang is dead.

Master Fang died on the belly of Seventh Concubine. He committed adultery in broad daylight and studied sexual intercourse with Seventh Concubine. In a state of confusion, his heart beat fast, his eyes cracked, and he vomited a mouthful of blood. On Seventh Aunt's face.Seventh Aunt screamed in shock, and Master Fang opened his eyes and fell on her snow-white body.

Sent to the hospital for emergency treatment for most of the day, but failed to recover after all.

Fang Wuyu supported the wall of the ward with his hands, only to realize that his legs were weak.He looked at the corpse, the face of the person who gave birth to him was already pale, and he could no longer dislike him, his son who would only oppose him.

Fang Wuyu was not able to attend Master Fang's funeral. Before that, he had been imprisoned in the police station for beating and wounding others.

Fang Yunshen single-handedly arranged the funeral, and Master Fang's sudden death was so unspeakable that he declared to the outside world that Master Fang died of an old illness.After the funeral, Fang Yunshen went to the police station to see Fang Wuyu once, and said that he would find a way to deal with him and try to let him come out as soon as possible.

He didn't scold Fang Wuyu, he didn't blame him at all, Fang Wuyu nodded and thanked his brother for the first time.

In the autumn and winter of 1935, Fang Wuyu spent time in prison.Fortunately, after his brother turned around, he was released on New Year's Eve, and he was not in prison for the New Year.

At twelve o'clock in the night after New Year's Eve, Fang Wuyu ate a bowl of birthday longevity noodles made for him by his brother himself in a one-story alley.

Only Fang Yunshen and Fourth Aunt were left at home.After Master Fang's death, the aunts and wives clamored to divide the family property. In fact, how much property did Fang's family have?After the family property was divided, the wives of the several houses were either going to go home or stay in Nanjing for a while. Among them, the seventh aunt was so sick that she seemed to have lost her soul all day long, so her family came to pick her up.Only the fourth aunt stayed at Fang's house with the child in her arms.

Fang Wuyu looked at the child, listening to his brother trying his best to use the most euphemistic words to tell him this shady thing.

In fact, Fang Wuyu had already guessed it.

Fang's house was on fire that day, and when he saw his brother and fourth aunt locked in the same room, he noticed the clue.With his father's body, how could it be possible that this child is not his brother, but his nephew.

Fang Wuyu didn't think it was shameful, his father didn't like it, so marrying him would be a disaster.Fang Wuyu slurped the noodles, turning a blind eye to the matter, his brother saw that he didn't respond, so he quickly changed the topic.His fourth mother is now his sister-in-law, and she wanted to say something to him, but his brother stopped her, as if to keep her from speaking because of the New Year's Eve and Fang Wuyu's birthday.

Fang Wuyu went to sleep in his room after eating the noodles. The bungalow was only [-] square meters. There were only two rooms, one big and one small. The big one was for couples. Fang Wuyu got into the small room, closed the door, and threw himself on the bed .

The buildings in the alley are close to each other, and several windows on the opposite side are brightly lit, and people are having a lively New Year's Eve dinner.People's sorrows and joys are not interlinked, this is indeed true.

Fang Wuyu listened to other people's commotion, and suddenly thought of Meng Xisheng in the dark, thinking that the backflow of blood would change speed, which made his heart ache.

He felt that he was about as rotten as the Fang family, his father died on horseback, his brother had committed adultery with Siniang without telling him, and he knocked her head open, soaking up the blood on his hands.

He missed Meng Xisheng so much, and felt that Meng Xisheng was the only clean breeze he had encountered in the past 19 years, but it just blew away from his life.