Chapter 198

After the Chinese new year, it's not far away from the real new year's Eve. Ye Shengge has no feelings about the new year's Eve. When he was in chenxieshan, he was not sure whether he was closed on New Year's Eve. He didn't care about this kind of thing. As for Li Fuyao, there was no one in his family, and he had no idea about the new year.

On the evening of new year's Eve, the Li Xiaoxue family in the house next door invited ye Shengge and Li Fuyao to have the new year's Eve dinner. They said that ye Xiaoxue and Li Fuyao had eaten the breakfast with the little girl. They were just two people in the new year's Eve.

Li Fuyao didn't want to step into the house again, but after ye Shengge readily agreed, Li Xiaoxue came to pull Li Fuyao's sleeve and insisted on letting him pass.

Finally, there was no way for Li Fuyao to enter the house again.

After many years, I saw that middle-aged man whose face had not changed much in that house again. Li Fuyao, who was dressed in green clothes, had a calm look. He didn't drink when he ate the new year's Eve dinner. It was about that Li Fuyao didn't want to drink. The middle-aged man also felt bored when he drank alone. Therefore, after only half an hour, Li Fuyao finished eating and got up and didn't leave the courtyard It's sitting under the eaves looking up at the snowflakes floating down in the sky.

Ye Shengge ate slowly and had a lot of gossip with the woman. In addition, Li Xiaoxue, a total of three people, wasted more time on that table.

A middle-aged man in a thick winter coat brought a pot of charcoal and put it in front of Li Fuyao. He was sitting beside Li Fuyao, stretching his hands on the brazier to warm himself.

Li Fuyao did not speak.

It was the middle-aged man with his surname who opened his mouth and said with a smile, "don't you feel uncomfortable living in the house that ye rented?"

Li Fuyao said calmly, "the people of the river and lake don't care so much."

The middle-aged man nodded. "It's just that Miss Ye doesn't know that she's the kind of woman who wanders in the world, but she wants to be a lady of a big family. In addition, she has such a generous hand. I think even if she is wandering in the lake, her family background will not be too bad."

Li Fuyao thought for a moment, and finally just nodded.

"You don't seem to be the kind of young Xia who wanders in the world."

The middle-aged man rubbed his hands with a smile.

Li Fuyao frowned and asked, "what's not like?"

The middle-aged man said of course: "where are the great swordsmen who don't drink outside?"

Li Fuyao pinched the corner of his coat, then stretched out a hand to roast. "I also drank wine when I left my school at the beginning, but later I met some things and thought about it myself. I thought about it for no good."

The middle-aged man nodded and said with a smile: "the truth is this truth, but there are not many people who listen to it."

Li Fuyao didn't like it. He just rubbed his cheek, and then he was a little distracted.

The middle-aged man picked up the iron tongs beside him and took out the brazier. Then he said softly, "in fact, at the age of childe, there are not many people who have gone out and wandered around. In fact, there are not many young masters who have not reached the crown yet?"

When it comes to Yuguan, whether it's Dazhou or Yanling, it's the same thing. It's only twenty days before Li Fuyao left Baiyu town. Now, three years later, he's only 19 years old. It's still a year away from Jiguan.

And crown ceremony is a relatively important day for the common people, but it is not so important for those monks who often live hundreds or thousands of years.

But Li Fuyao said softly, "it's nineteen this year."

The middle-aged man who was digging out the fire pot shook his hand, but soon returned to normal. Then he took back the tempering pliers and sighed.

Li Fuyao looked at the man with white hair by the firelight, and his expression was complicated.

In those years, when the man came back from the outside, he would bring some trinkets, either a rattle drum, a small copper ring, or a string of sugar gourd. Compared with the woman in the room, the man who had read for many years had a much better temper. What's more, the man always seems to have some sweets hidden in his arms, waiting for him to jump When jumping back to the courtyard in front of the house, the woman must scold loudly, but the man always takes out a clean cloth to clean his face which was made by playing outside this day. Then when he reaches out his hand with a smile, he takes out two pieces of sugar from his arms with a gentle smile.

One for him and one for the woman.

As for himself, he never eats sugar.

Then the woman would tell him loudly that eating the sugar would break his teeth, and would not take the sugar. Finally, if a man had two sweets, he would happily listen to the man's story.

In those years, Li Fuyao lived by storytelling in Baiyu town. Apart from the ability to go to those storytellers with the thick skin, Li Fuyao really survived by listening to these stories in this man's mouth.

In fact, before going into business, this man was really a storyteller in a big restaurant in Luoyang City. He accumulated a lot of money by storytelling and started other businesses. Now, his family business is mostly made by him.In fact, even Li Fuyao at that time was wondering why this man could endure the woman's temper?

It's just that I haven't thought about it for a long time.

After sitting under the eaves for a long time, the middle-aged man said at last, after thinking about it, he said, "if my boy is still alive, he should be at his age."

Li Fuyao turned his head and looked at him.

The middle-aged man put some charcoal into the brazier and said gently, "my little boy, when I first named him, my daughter-in-law said that he could do whatever he wanted. If I didn't want to, I gave him a word" Fuyao ". Now, even if he is alive, he still feels that his name is unpleasant. Why is it called Fuyao? The story is me When I was young, I heard the story that there was a kind of fish in the North Sea, called Kun, which was very large and was the largest fish in the North Sea. Of course, I don't know if it's true. The story says that one day, when the Kun grows big enough, it will turn into a bird and fly from the North Sea to become a Peng. Even if it becomes a bird, it is actually the largest bird in the world. This story is over here. I think the moral is really good, but we can't name the boy Kunpeng, which is not true Good to hear. Later I heard another poem in Luoyang City. I don't know who wrote it. Anyway, it's about this story. In fact, who wrote it differently? There are not many other scholars in Yanling. In the poem, there is a sentence that soars up to 90000 Li. I like it very much, so I decided to use the word "Fuyao". Later, when I named the boy, I used these two words. Li Fuyao, Li Fuyao, what do you think of it

Li Fu shook his head. "It's a good name, but how did Mr. Li die?"

The middle-aged man shook his head. "Dead? I didn't say the boy was dead? "

Li Fuyao was nervous.

The middle-aged man then said, "it's just that the family was in trouble and was sent away, but it's hard to survive for such a big child."

Li Fuyao asked casually, "what's the trouble? I want to send my son away?"

The middle-aged man said with a wry smile: "it's easy to say that it's easy to live in Luoyang City. It's not easy to say that it's not easy to say that it's easy to say that it's not easy to say that he's lucky or not. If it wasn't for that, he would probably grow up carefree even if he didn't make a lot of progress."

Li Fuyao was silent and did not continue to ask. He just pinched the corner of his clothes and looked at the fire pot in front of him.

The middle-aged man sighed, "I'm sorry for him anyway."

Li Fuyao suddenly asked, "if you were asked to choose again, how would you choose?"

The middle-aged man opened his mouth and just about to speak, there was a loud noise in the distant night.

One after another.

It was already past midnight, and every household was lighting firecrackers.

It's just to say goodbye to the old and welcome the new.

The sound of firecrackers came and went.

There are colorful fireworks in the sky.

Little girl Li Xiaoxue ran out of the house, regardless of the heavy snow in the yard, stood in the yard and looked up, looking at those colorful fireworks, a small face full of expectation.

The middle-aged man shook his head, conveniently picked up an oil paper umbrella beside him, went to the courtyard to support his daughter, and stood beside the little girl. The middle-aged man quickly picked up the girl and looked up at the sky together.

Ye Shengge walks out of the room and stands beside Li Fuyao.

The woman had never been interested in such things, so she did not go out.

Ye Shengge asked in a very low voice, "what did Li Fuyao talk about?"

The sound was not very loud, but was blocked by the sound of firecrackers, so it did not spread out for the second person to hear.

Li Fuyang stood under the eaves and shook his head. "What else can I say? It's just useless."

Ye Sheng sings with a smile.

Li Fuyao looked at the fireworks outside, but did not intend to speak.

Ye Shengge suddenly opened his mouth and said, "Li Fuyao, the little girl told me before that they never let off fireworks. She doesn't know why, do you know?"

Li Fuyao was stunned and frowned slightly.

Ye Shengge said with a smile, "it seems that it's because of you."

Li Fuyao laughed it off.

Now, he doesn't know why the little girl's home doesn't let off fireworks. But a long time ago, the reason why there was no fireworks in this house with a little boy was that the child named Li Fuyao couldn't smell the gunpowder of fireworks.

So in those years, the house never let off fireworks on New Year's Eve.

As for now, it may be because of this.

As always.

Li Fuyao had a smile on his face.

But it's not much. It's light.

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