Chapter 5 Go Home

When Xiaoxuan took Rong Hui back to the Qiuyue Restaurant, Xiao Lao had ordered Zhao Ming, Zhang Dali and Yan Liang to clean up the upstairs elegant room. At dinner time, he specially prepared wine and delicious food and sent Rong Hui to wait for Xiaoxuan to enjoy at a single table. Be respectful and humble, and dare not neglect at all.

Xiaoxuan is a disciple of the head of the family, and her daily food and clothing are already extraordinary. On behalf of the teacher and director, he gave birth to a sense of prestige over time. Sitting at the table is like stepping on the clouds. Chew slowly and take good care of everything.

Rong Hui knew: "She is a 'princess' on the border. Although she has saved her, she has also damaged her reputation. If she doesn't marry herself, she will have to keep it a secret forever. Seeing that Xiaoxuan is not what he used to be, how dare he ask for "marrying"? I sighed, hoping that I would not be killed. So he sat aside embarrassedly, and his heart was full of feelings.

Rong Hui didn't listen to Xiaoxuan's explanation, nor did he want to ask more. He just waited for dinner, took down the cups and bowls in person, and went to serve water to make tea. He was originally a bartender in the store, serving tea and water, and only served one more distinguished guest. He is speechless at the table and looks like a stranger.

Mr. Xiao solemnly took out his treasured "Ming Qian" and replaced it with a "filling white porcelain" tea cup. When making tea, he asked quietly, "Is she really your sister?"

How dare Rong Hui say more and smile: "She is a distant relative of my family, and I happened to meet her on the street!"

Old General Xiao was suspicious, but he couldn't ask more questions, so he only took a cup of clear tea and quietly explained, "She... huh? This man, it's easy to share difficulties, and it's difficult to be rich and noble. You are very careful. I'd rather be angry with her than let her hate you!" He also told him to serve it well.

Rong Hui laughed in his heart: "With this dinner alone, Xiao Lao no longer dares to underestimate me. Zhang Dali, that bastard, also has to respect me. With this advantage, it's not in vain for me to try to save her. He put on the tray, took out the tea cup, and said, "Take your time!"

Xiaoxuan saw that there was only one cup of tea in the mahogany tea plate, which was both familiar and boring. Take a sip of the tea cup. The tea tastes sweet and mellow, and it is still the best "before the Ming Dynasty". She remembered that day when she danced among the flowers, sang and laughed, and her heart was even more uncomfortable. He glanced and saw Rong Hui standing aside with his hands, looking sincere, like a waiter. With a chill in his heart, he lowered his face and frowned and asked him, "You have changed!"

Rong Hui's heart was as cold as ice, and he lowered his eyebrows more. He lowered his head and replied, "I'm just a bartender. I've always been like this!"

The hall is brightly lit, but it can't resist the night. In the early winter, the cold wind hit, making the hall even colder. Xiaoxuan looked around leisurely and saw that the furnishings were bright, which seemed to be arranged in a hurry, which was simply vulgar and unbearable.

She touched the scene and thought of the songs and welcoming brothers on the mountain. She was dissatisfied and disgusted by evil. She simply said bluntly: "You are very clever. It's a pity to stay here. I can send you to the mountain to learn martial arts, or take the master's post and send you to the college to study and find a future. This is what the Lord sent to her servants, and she said it by the way, like a slave. The sound is like autumn water, with a three-point chill.

Reading and practicing martial arts, going to the hall and entering the room, is it very coveted in a dream? Rong Hui beat the drum in his heart: "Mountain gates and colleges are all crowded places. If I go, how can you let me live?" My mind is still full of dullness. The eyebrows are lowered and more respectful.

Xiaoxuan drank tea and drank half of the tea, but she hadn't heard Rong Hui reply. At first, she felt strange. She couldn't help sneering: "Tell me, how much! I can take out too much!" He didn't raise his head and made his own cup.

When Rong Hui said this, he immediately smiled and said, like a bone in his throat: "Two... twenty taels is fine!" With that, he raised his right hand and stretched out two fingers.

Xiaoxuan thought he was going to say "two thousand taels" and "20,000 taels". She didn't have so much money with her, and only sneered in her heart: "I can afford paper money." However, Rong Hui only needed "twenty taels", which was angry and funny. He thought that it was the price of his head, as if he had been stabbed and scarred, and he couldn't laugh, and his heart was even more disgusted. So he took out four ingots of silver from his skirt, and the silver fell on the table, "dongdongdong" and made four muffled sounds. Rong Hui only listened to the sound and knew that one ingot was a "five taels" weight, and he was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth.

Xiaoxuan asked him, "Why do you want so much money!"

Rong Hui pretended to be crazy: "Of course I'm going home!"

Xiaoxuan looked motionless, pushed out an ingot of silver, and then asked him, "What are you doing at home!" Another ingot was launched.

Rong Hui smiled and blurted out: "One mu of land, two cows, wife and children! Of course, buy a house, land and marry a wife!" Saying that, like holding hot yam, he quickly put it into his pocket and said, "If it's okay, I'll go first!"

Xiaoxuan stood up and shouted in a low voice: "Get out!" One word also turned his head. Her heart ached: "He is not the simple and honest boy who tries his best to treat people in danger. He is not the young man with a cheerful personality who dares to laugh with himself. He is greedy for gambling, short-sighted and willing to go down. He is obviously a market scoundrel. How can he be the righteous brother who made an appointment with himself as 'Jinlan' and accompanied by adversity? He sighed in his heart, "I saw the wrong person. I can't rely on him!"

Rong Hui heard Xiaoxuan's evil words and settled in his heart. Like a smoke, she quickly walked downstairs, and there was no way to care about her life.

As soon as the drum sounded, Mr. Xiao closed and sat in the lobby with Yan Liang, Zhang Dali and Zhao Ming in person. Suddenly, he saw Rong Hui happy with his color. He hurried down and hurried around and asked, "What's wrong!"

Zhang Dali touched his nose and smiled: "Why is she a relative? She is not..." Xiao Lao turned around and shouted, "Shut up, get out!"

Zhang Dali was full of doubts and didn't react for a moment. He wanted to talk about it again. Zhao Ming covered his mouth first, picked him up and pulled him out. Zhang Dali's heart was mudd. He only said that he had a rich relative, and he wanted to go up and say some good words and get some benefits. Seeing Zhao Ming challenge him and let him sweep his face in front of the shopkeeper, he suddenly became angry and wanted to slap him.

Yan Liang has been a book boy in the mansion and knows that "stupid people are smart, but they are looking for death. Smart people pretend to be confused and live for a long time." He couldn't help frowning, grabbed Zhang Dali's hand, and dragged it down with Zhao Ming.

Xiao Laola Ronghui sat down, pushed out the porcelain bowl, personally picked up the black pot and poured half a bowl of black tea for him, and whispered to him, "What are you going to do!"

Rong Hui still smiled and pushed the tea bowl to Mr. Xiao. He said with a smile, "My sister gave me 20 taels of silver and told me to go home."

The word "go home" is common, but it has a unique meaning in Mr. Xiao's ears. He narrowed his eyes and his eyes flashed. He whispered for a moment, nodded and said slowly, "Tomorrow, I'll send you to the post."

He knew that no one could stop a master like Xiaoxuan if he wanted to come in. If you want to go out, no one can stop you, let alone a restaurant that opens the door to attract customers. Without asking Xiaoxuan's whereabouts, he just sighed, got up silently and staggered away.

When Rong Hui closed the window in person and went upstairs to blow the lamp, Xiaoxuan was no longer there. He was not surprised and still closed the window and blew the light. After receiving the tea bowl, he went downstairs with the lamp and went straight to Yan Liang to borrow pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Yan Liang didn't know that he was leaving tomorrow. He only said that he had recognized his relatives outside and wanted to write back to report the news. He also asked, "Do you want me to catch the knife myself!"

Rong Hui smiled and declined, went back to his room and wrote a " confession" as a "family letter" sealed, and deliberately wrote the date on the day of "the ninth day of September". After cleaning up, he got under the bed, opened the brick wall, and hid four ingots of silver. When the wall bricks were close, tears flowed down.

He has a lot of thoughts: "If I don't die by chance, I still have money to spend when I come back next time. If that person is ungrateful, I will also have an explanation to my family. He secretly bet: "If you escape your life, you won't mind your own business in the future."

He was useless. He put away two sets of short brown, blew the candle, and fell asleep. This night, I tossing and turning, suddenly heard five drums, which was the "begin" moment. In mid-October, the beginning of the month falls. Outside the house, the night was dark and windy, and there was a thick fog. The sky was bleak, and it was already frightening before going out.

Rong Hui sighed and comforted himself: "Maybe she really let me go home!" So I washed my face and combed my hair, changed a yellow cotton jacket, put a burden on my back, blew the lamp and went out. Looking back, he heard that Yan Liang, Zhang Dali and Zhao Ming were sleeping soundly, so they bowed to Yan Liang's room three times and felt the kindness of his teaching. Looking up, I saw the lights on in the upper room and knew that Xiao Lao woke up.

He was hesitating whether to say goodbye to Mr. Xiao. The door shaft turned and "squeaked" with a soft sound, and the door had been pushed open. He wore a dark coat, put on his cloak, staggered out with a lantern, and still smiled at Ronghui.

Rong Hui's tears are full of tears in his eyelashes, like bones in his throat. He sobbed twice and came forward to help Mr. Xiao. Xiao Lao nodded slightly, patted Rong Hui on the back of his hand, and pushed him a small bag, but said nothing and went straight out.

Yong Hui tried his best to help, for fear of being careless. The two of them bathed in the night and kept walking on the post road. Xiao Laocai whispered, "You are a good boy, don't be afraid! Only by taking advantage of this fog can you get rid of it! This bag contains 'Hu Ji's beef sauce. Eat it when you are hungry!" The voice trembled slightly, and I couldn't help feeling sad.

The post road is two feet wide, covered with ramged earth under the bluestone slab, extending to the west and straight into the fog. At this time, silence is better than sound." Rong Hui nodded fiercely, bowed to Mr. Xiao three times, handed a letter to Lao Xiao, and turned around and strode away. After a few steps, I turned around and saw the fog and dim lights.

Qiyi Town is located on the border, and the public security is lax. There are no good fields of mulberry bamboo outside the town. The town is used to eat, wear and chew, all of which are supplied by other farms. Historically, the sky is not clear, and vegetable vendors have come first. There is no wind or rain, and there is continuous cold and heat.

Rong Hui walked on the road and heard the wheel shaft rubbing, squeaking and empty. The wheels hit the ground, sounding and sonorous. The rice is steady, steady, unyielding, and full of infinite vitality. He was infected by this mood and just wanted to: "Life and death go with her. Live one more moment!" The mood is relaxed, and the pace is lighter, going straight to the west.

Rong Hui's family lives in the nearby mountains. If the wind is gentle and the sun is beautiful, you can walk in the morning and evening. Thinking that when the sunrise fog dispersed, he was probably 30 or 40 miles away, "Even if the mother-in-law wants to chase the young master, the young master will see where he goes." My heart moves at will, and my pace is three minutes faster.

Every step Rong Hui takes, the sky is bright and his heart is relaxed. It was already dark when I walked out of ten miles. He was in a good mood, and Xiaoquer came out of his mouth: "The lotus is charming and skillful, and the boat lit the smoke. The two heads are folded to give a gift, and the heavy leaves are shameful. The female companion invited her to pick up the green feathers, and it was possible to return to the place like flying. The cuffs should not be people, pointing to the rain in Shifan Mountain. It was Yan Liang who taught him the Lotus Picking Song.

When he thought he had escaped from the disaster, he was happy and suddenly heard a slight question: "What ** lyrics and songs make you so happy?" The voice is ethereal, lighter than the fog and lighter than the wind, but the words are still in my ear. Who is Xiaoxuan?

Rong Hui was shocked and turned around with the sound. He saw the white fog. Who was there? He was so scared that he sweated through his back, gave a long boo, turned his forehead, and ran away. The clothes are windy, with a layer of mist, and Xiaoxuan is standing in the fog.

Rong Hui's face turned white. His legs were like iron nails. He stopped and couldn't help retreating, but his body seemed to have turned into a fairy. His body was erratic, and his legs seemed to be stepping on the clouds, and there was nowhere to focus. For a while, my heart was churning, and I only hated Xiaoxuan for killing people. I shouldn't have teased myself like this. People are desperate, their hearts are angry, and their whole body is getting warmer. After taking two deep breaths, they seem to fall back to the ground. Their feet are down-to-earth and still a post road.

Xiaoxuan saw that he was shocked and angry, and dared not say anything. He couldn't help laughing: "Where are you going to go when you go out early in the morning?"

Rong Hui sighed: "You can't implicate your family. You can't go back home." Take a deep breath and pile up smiling faces: "Sister, I'm going to see the sunrise!" Without waiting for Xiaoxuan to question, he explained first: "Sister, I heard that the fog dissipates at sunrise, climbs and watch the fog, and you can see the sea of clouds in the fairyland. I've never seen it before. I want to take advantage of the fog today. After saying that, he turned around and walked down the post road and climbed straight to the high place.

The local hills are undulating. Although there is no dangerous and majestic momentum, they are also Zhong Lingyuxiu. Rong Hui has been wandering for a long time and has a clear understanding of the nearby mountains. He went straight to the top of a mountain. Looking high, he saw the east white and floating clouds. Like a running horse, like a flying dragon, with thousands of forms and magnificent momentum. At present, the fog is churning, like waves, like huge waves, boundless and boundless.

Xiaoxuan then followed, looked around, and sighed happily: "It's a good place!"

Rong Hui didn't want to pay attention to her. He untied the burden, opened the kraft paper, grabbed the sauce beef, and opened his mouth to bite. In the past, I knew that there were "Hu Ji" diners in the town, and I always sent him to buy them. Two silver and one catty, diners always think it's too little.

Every time he runs an errand, he only dares to taste a small piece. At present, I take a big bite. Although I feel comforting for my life, it is like a bone in my throat, where can I swallow it? For a moment, my heart was like flying catkins and had already drifted home. He went home for the Spring Festival every year, and his family changed every year: "My parents saw an old man once, and I don't know how many strands of silver have been added. My sister-in-law has been married for six or seven years. She hasn't moved every year, and her temper is getting worse and worse. I don't know if she is pregnant now. My sister has just become elegant, and her face is more and more activating. I don't know if she has a mother-in-law's family. Don't marry your cousin of your sister-in-law's family. He has a lot of thoughts, and he feels even more sad, ups and downs.

"Eat a beef with soy sauce and watch the sunrise. Is it so exciting?" Xiaoxuan saw him choking and couldn't help laughing: "You don't eat beef with soy sauce for me. I didn't say anything, but you cried!"

People are about to die, and their words are also good. But if people know that they will be killed, how can they not complain? Rong Hui swallowed the dates and was full first, but there was still half a bag left. He couldn't help humming and grabbed a large piece and stuffed it into his mouth. There was still half a bag left. He wanted to throw it down the mountain to feed the dog. I couldn't bear to give up, so I simply wrapped it up and put it in my arms, "Let's see if you have the face to grab it!"

He ate with a round belly, rubbed his hands and stood up to see that the morning sun had risen. The light is brilliant, and the golden clouds are rolling. The fog is gradually thinning, faintly showing soft mountains and dense forests, and villages. It is really "people walking on the mountain, like walking in a painting." He straightened his clothes and looked up and sighed, "The feng shui is good here. Let's do it!"

"Do it?" Xiaoxuan went in and out of the world, knew what these two words mean, and saw his face full of melancholy, which was angry and funny. The mind floats, and the reason is known: "It is the fear of life and death of fear. At this point in life, what is wrong with the benefactors? The sky is so leisurely that you can't be less than me!"

With a sound of "choking--", the golden iron was sonorous, the long sword came out of its sheath, and the golden light flashed under the morning sun, shining brightly. She burst into tears, her eyes flashed, and her voice was frozen: "I have killed anyone with this sword, but I have never killed a benefactor."

Rong Hui did not look back, still looked at the east and smiled sadly: "It's difficult at the beginning of everything, and it's natural to get used to it!"

Xiaoxuan shook her head, came forward with her sword, and raised her hand to pat it. Bang-", a muffled sound, like a defeat. Rong Hui only felt the cold wind hitting his neck, and his whole body was numb. He couldn't help shouting: "Ah--" Like an eagle dying, flapping its wings to the sun. The sound was hoarse, and his eyes were black. He only felt that the three souls were out of his body, and the seven souls left his body. The sky and earth swirled, and his eyes were dark and fell to the ground.