Chapter 27： Finishing

Not long after Liu Yuyang came to Mud Lane, the alley came again with a rare guest, and the sturdy green shirt reading Lang Zhao, quite a bit like a teacher, Qi Jingchun.

Zhao Wei is one of the four great surnames of the town. He is the same as Lu Zhengzhen’s idle children. He is also born in the wealthy Zhao Wei. The word of mouth is very good. Many lonely old people in the town have received the grace of the young. If this is The so-called "Celebrity in the book to look forward to the wild" in the book seems to be too overestimated by Zhao Wei's mind, a little bit of a gentleman's heart, after all, from the age of ten, the young man has been such a human heart, year after year One year, there is no slack. Even if the old man who grew up watching Fulu Street grows up, he must also give a thumbs up. Every time he reprimands his own children, Zhao will always come out as a reason, which makes Zhao Wei not among his peers. A friend of heart.

Lu Zhengxuan has a heart-to-heart freedom, and he does not like to deal with a nerd who is also a heavenly person. Imagine everyone eager to climb the wall and peek at the widow. As a result, some people are ignorant of it, and it is not a big sight. In short, juvenile Zhao Wei likes to deal with people outside of Fulu Street in the past few years. He has almost walked through all the lanes except Mud Lane, because this alley is home to Song’s salary, one for Zhao. I often feel like my peers.

However, if you really want to say a friend, Zhao Wei probably only recognizes the chess player as a chess player. Although he has lost to Song’s salary for so many years of chess, he has lost his heart and won the game. For the high-quality Song salary, Zhao Wei actually admire the heart, but Zhao Wei is somewhat lost, because the intuition tells him that although the Song salary is lazy with himself, he usually has a close relationship, but he seems to never see him. Be a true friend and confidant.

Although Zhao Wei had not visited the Song collector before, but when he saw a house at a glance, he knew that this house would definitely be the home of Song’s salary. The Spring Festival couplet posted at the door had many words and one Look at the word of Song salary, the reason is very simple, the fact is that the style has changed too much, almost can be said to be different words, such as the word "御风", in one go, whatever you want, there is a sense of floating. The word "yuan", the word of water, is especially deep and long. Odd word, that big mention, very discouraged, thunder! The word "country" is written in the middle of the peace, and if the sage is sitting, there is no way to pick it up.

Zhao Wei stood at the entrance of the hospital and almost forgot to knock on the door. He leaned forward and looked at the words, and lost his soul. He only felt that he was about to have the courage to knock on the door. It is precisely because he is diligent in practicing words and has many posts, only to know more about the strength, weight and spirit of those words.

Zhao Haoran hurts, pulls out a money bag, bends over the door, and prepares to leave without saying goodbye.

At this time, the courtyard door suddenly opened, and Zhao Wei looked up. Song’s salary seems to be going out with the niece, and the two laughed.

Song’s salary was pretending to be a surprise, and teasing: “Zhao Wei, you are doing this gift, what do you want?”

Zhao Wei picked up the money bag somewhat, and was about to explain the reason. He was taken away by the Song set and took the embroidered bag. He smiled and said: "Hey, Zhao Wei is coming to the door to give gifts, and accept it." But let me say in advance, I am a poor family, but there is no gift that can make Zhao brother into the eyes of the law, instead of going back to court."

Zhao Wei smiled bitterly: "This bag is better than the money, it is my parting gift, no need to go back and forth."

Song collected his salary and smiled at his own prostitute and gave her the money bag. "Look, I said that Zhao Wei is the most knowledgeable reader in the town. How?"

After the girl took the money bag and held it in her chest, she smiled and narrowed her eyes. She was very happy. She applied a Wanfu side to her side. "Thanks to Zhao Gongzi, my young master said that there is Yuqing in the home of Jishan, and Futian is the person who does good deeds. Here, the slaves wish Zhao Gongzi Qingyun straight up, Pengcheng Wanli."

Zhao Wei quickly returned to the ceremony and said: "Thank you for the good words of the girl."

Song collected salary and touched the back of his head, yawning, "You are not tired."

Juvenile smiled and said: "If you can get a bag of money every time, the slaves will not be tired if they apply 10,000 times."

Zhao Wei was a bit sullen: "Let the young girl be disappointed."

Song set a big wave, "Go, drink!"

Zhao Yu’s face is awkward, and Song’s salary will be ridiculous: “There is a straw bag! Read only read the rules of the dead, do not read the famous gentleman, how?”

Zhao Wei tentatively asked: "Don't be in love?"

Song set a white eye: "Drunk!"

When Zhao Zheng was about to speak, he was dragged away by the Song salary.

When the niece was locked, the four-legged snake wanted to sneak out and was kicked back to the yard by her.

As she passed the next door, she quietly picked up her heels and squinted a few times to see Liu Yuyang's tall figure. The latter also found her, and immediately smiled brightly. Liu Yuyang was about to say hello to her, she had already taken back her sight. Walk away quickly.

There is a restaurant in the town, but it is really not big, but the expenses are not small, but Zhao Wei is a younger brother of Zhao family. The wind is good, and the shopkeeper of the famous iron **** is not knowing which rib is wrong. I did not accept a penny for the chest, and I was able to let the two readers come to the small shop to enjoy the face and drink. It was the wine of his house that was so beautiful that the two sons received his money. Song’s salary immediately smiled and reached out. On the spot, he asked for money. The shopkeeper himself asked himself to find a step, saying that he was owed, and Minger would give Song Gongzi a few jars of good wine. At that time, Zhao Wei was so eager to dig a hole in the hole. The treasurer of the shopkeeper knew the eccentric temperament of the young Master Song of the mud bottle, but he was not really angry. He personally gave the three people an elegant window position on the second floor.

Song Buoys and Zhao Wei did not talk much, and Song’s salary did not persuade the people to drink, which made Zhao Wei, who was originally dying, strange.

Looking out from the window on the second floor of the restaurant, I was able to see a plaque in the 12-foot archway.

Song set salary asked: "Mr. Qi really does not leave the town with you?"

Zhao Wei nodded: "Mr. temporarily changed the itinerary and said that he would stay in the school and teach the last penultimate article, "The Gift."

Song collected salary sighed: "So Mr. Qi is going to talk about a rationale, to teach the world to the Confucian saints, tell us that in the beginning of the world, there is no law, the saints will educate all beings by ritual, then the monarchs are advocating Etiquette, I believe that when I prayed, I will be sentenced, so there will be a law, a ritual law, and a ritual law..."

Zhao Wei has been slightly stunned, and some of his mouths are vague. He asked: "Do you think it is right? Why don't you just pass the last article, "Yu Li"?"

Song set salary answer is not asked, "Before going out of the town, such as mountains and rivers, ghosts, fairy gods, letters are there, do not believe it is not. As for how to teach Mr. Qi, how students listen, every peace of mind."

The prostitute, the child, also drank a glass of wine, faint and playful, and did not look at the archway from beginning to end.

Twelve-footed archway, the base of Shizhu is the nine different kinds of animals of Longsheng Jiuzi, except Baihu, Xuanwu and Suzaku.

The town’s people have lived here for generations, and it’s already strange.

Zhao Wei couldn't help but hit a wine cellar and staggered and stood up. He said, "Don't be with Jun, hope to meet again."

Song raised his salary and thought about it. He also got up and smiled. "I will definitely see you again. Zhao Wei, Mo Zhen is ignorant."

Zhao Yan, who has flowers in both eyes, bites his tongue and sincerely said: "Song collects salary, you also leave the town as soon as possible. Whoever knows no one in the world, you can!"

Song’s salary was obviously not really taken seriously, and he waved: “Walking away, drunken, and humiliating.”

After Zhao Yu and Song Ji’s salary went out of the restaurant, they parted ways. Before Zhao’s departure, they were about to be brave and daring. They asked, “Song’s salary, do you want to go to the official residence of the kiln governor to see I can convince the concierge..."

Song set a cold face and pulled out a word from his teeth, "roll!"

Zhao Xiaoran left.

The girlish child looked at the back, whispered: "Young master, people are also kind."

Song’s salary sneer: "The good deeds of the good people in the world, the bad things in the end to do bad things, less?"

She thought about it, as if it was such a boring and boring reason, she no longer insisted.

The street where Zhao Wei lived was in the north of the town. On the west side of the poor village where Mushui Lane was piled up, when Song’s salary and the prostitute walked side by side through the archway, she looked up and looked at the suffocation of the "gas rushing bull", like the old man It is.

The girl named Wang Zhu, smiles.

After Zhao Wei returned to the ancestral home of Fulu Street, the next man told him that his ancestors were waiting for him in the study room. He must go immediately and can't stop for a moment. The alcoholic blue-shirted reading lang immediately went to the study room. .

The Zhao family does not show up in the town, and is rich and introverted. It is not as flamboyant as Lu Jia, and likes to be self-proclaimed as a scholarly door. The study is also very antique.

The old man with a cane is standing next to a book case, stroking the table, her vicissitudes of face, full of sad memories.

The old rumored that after the rich drink of the grandson of the door, he was not angry. He smiled and waved: "Hey, come in, squat at the door, what is the man drinking something, not drinking horse urine, not shameful !"

Zhao Wei smiled and crossed the threshold. He was respectful to the ancestors, and the old man was impatient. "There is more reading, it is not good, it is all sorts of things, so that the readers are playing in the wall for a lifetime, and they are very tired, just say you." Your grandfather, I’m all top-notch, but I’m talking about it, it’s really annoying, especially when I’m doing it, especially, I’m owing it, I’m just saying that he’s really hateful. A crutches smashed in the past..."

The old man suddenly became amused by himself, laughing happily. "I almost forgot, I can use crutches at that time."

She smiled and asked: "Why, is it drinking with the little white-eyed wolf named Song?"

Zhao Wei said helplessly: "Grandma, tell you how many times, Song salary is very talented, high-savvy, learning everything is faster."

The old man smiled and said: "He, smart is the smartest, but your grandfather was three years old when he was alive. He saw the little thing and wanted to know if your grandfather said it?"

Zhao Wei quickly replied: "The grandchildren don't want to know!"

The old man is not willing to listen to the baby grandson, he cares for himself: "Your grandfather said, ‘small age, the city is very heavy, but unfortunately the people who lost their ancestors, this person must also.’”

Then she pointed to Zhao Wei. "Your grandfather also said, 'Wen Liang Gong Gong, there is no surprise at first, but it is the strength of the son of Pei Zi Sun, must my grandchild!"

After the old man finished speaking, he smiled. "Dead old man, sour for a lifetime, finally finally said a good word."

Some doubtful Zhao Wei just wants to talk, just listen to her grandmother and sigh: "Daddy!"

The teenager had to take back the words and smiled and took the old man’s arm. "Grandma is much younger than Nanshan."

The old man stretched out his dry palm and patted the back of his grandson's hand. "Beyond your grandfather, you don't know how to talk about shit, you can also say good things to people."

The teenager smiled and said: "Grandpa is really learned. Mr. Qi also said that grandfather has a good way to study, and he has a very good idea."

The old man immediately revealed the fox's tail, and couldn't cover his smugness, but he wanted to pretend to be cold and said: "That's not, don't look at the man who picked it!"

Zhao Wei tightened his lips and held back his smile.

The old man came to the chair behind the book case with Zhao Wei. The young boy found a Wolong wood carving on the book. It was just like a living, but I didn’t know why. After careful observation, I found this blue-colored wooden dragon with no eyes.

The old man picked up a brush that had already been full of ink. It was a brand new small pen with a wooden tube made of old lychee. He held it in both hands and trembled and handed it to his grandson.

When Zhao Yu was unclear, he took the brush and his shoulder sank. It turned out that Grandma put his hand on his shoulder. He sat in the position where only Zhao’s family could sit.

The old man stepped back and stepped forward, and he was very solemn and solemn: "Zhao Wei, sitting down! Today, you will be the ancestral ancestor of Zhao, and you will be the finishing touch!"

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A statue of a degraded clay sculpture on the grassy ground, slanting and slanting, no one cares.

It has been the same for thousands of years, and there will always be mud like this. The town people are not only blaming for many things, but actually seeing these gods, there is not much respect.

The old man occasionally swears a few words, so that his children don’t want to come here to play, but the children and children still like to come here to hide and seek, catch cockroaches, etc., may wait until these children grow up and become old and old. The old man will also tell the children not to come here to play, from generation to generation, just come over, there is no wind and rain, no waves, plain.

I saw here, the rolling head, the broken torso, the separate palms, as if they were forced together, can maintain the original appearance, but only this face is left.

A sandals boy, rushing from here on the mud bottle alley, he has three hands to support the money, when he came here, all the way around, still shattered, and then very skillful Find a statue, squat down, look around, no figure, this will quietly put the copper money into the crack of the statue.

After getting up, I went to find the second and the third, and all of them did this.

Before leaving, the young man stood alone in the lush green grass, folded his hands together, and bowed his head and said: "Broken and broken, broken and safe, I hope you can bless my mother. Don't suffer in the next life... If you can, please tell me. I am a mother, I am doing very well now, don't worry..."