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Chapter 18 Beiping City

In the afternoon, I was told by my elder brother, and my mood went up and down. The boy seemed a little lonely at night, and basically didn't talk except when he was out of work.

Wei Qingyun noticed his abnormality, and went back to the backyard late at night, and when he was about to go back to the house for a rest, he called someone to stop him.

Facing the night and the young man's clear eyes, Wei Qingyun tried his best to smile gently: "Zhanyu, are you hungry?"

He knew that this person must be hungry: he was just growing up, but he didn't eat a few mouthfuls of dinner, and he heard the growling of the other person's stomach when he was walking on the road just now.

However, Lin Zhanyu was very stubborn. The young man hadn't learned how to hide his emotions seamlessly. The rebellious nature that he had deliberately suppressed for a long time in front of Wei Qingyun was fully revealed at this moment: "I'm not hungry."

"Nonsense." Wei Qingyun stepped forward and grabbed his arm: "Come on, I'll get you something to eat."

Lin Zhanyu wanted to break free from him, but the boy of fifteen or sixteen was no match for the strength of a twenty-three or four-year-old boy, so after struggling to no avail, he immediately started cheating.

"I told you I'm not hungry!" Lin Zhanyu put on an angry look: "Relax!"

In the dead of night, Master and Xiao Qiao both took a rest.Afraid of disturbing them, Wei Qingyun directly covered the boy's mouth, dragged him to the kitchen, and locked the door from the inside.

He deftly poured some water into the pot, lit the fire and covered it again, only then did he remember Lin Zhanyu who was sitting on the stool beside him.

He turned around and raised his eyebrows lightly: "Little Ganzi, I'll cook a bowl of noodles for you, and I also put two poached eggs on it."

Seeing that this person was still angry, Wei Qingyun smiled: "Are you angry with me?"

"Why am I mad at you? You are right." Lin Zhanyu was dissatisfied with this man's arrogance just now, and he didn't even want to look at him right now.

"Okay." Wei Qingyun stepped forward, leaned over and patted the boy's hungry stomach through the coat: "Let me ask you, do you still remember the feeling of being hungry for a long time?"

Brother Wei's words brought back memories of the young man.

It has been two and a half years since Lin Zhanyu came to Qiao's house. During this period of time, he was well fed, warmly clothed, and moved a lot, so he was growing fast.

As he grew older, he gradually learned how to take care of himself. Now he has grown into a handsome and handsome young man, and his demeanor is not at a disadvantage when standing beside Wei Qingyun.

If it wasn't for deliberate recall, no one would remember his embarrassing appearance when he was thin and small.

The young man suddenly raised his head and met Wei Qingyun's gaze.I saw his brother Wei said calmly, "You forgot, but I didn't."

"When I went south, I passed the provincial border. There were a lot of bandits in that area, and they often disturbed the people. At that time, I was not a few years older than you are now. I was running for my life in a hurry, day and night. Into the den of bandits."

"They robbed me of all valuables, tied me up and locked me in a shed. At night, I secretly searched for sharp tiles on the ground and broke the hemp rope that bound my hands bit by bit, and then escaped."

"That small sandalwood box was the dowry my mother brought with me when she married my father, and it was the only thing I took with me when I escaped from Jinan City. I took the box back at the risk of being discovered by them. Delay, run south quickly."

"They still have a bit of conscience. They made money, so they didn't want to kill themselves, and they didn't chase me. That's how I got to Nanjing."

After all, Wei Qingyun reached out and rubbed the boy's hair: "Do you know why I stay here?"

Lin Zhanyu thought for a moment: "Is it because you met Master?"

"Half right." Wei Qingyun smiled: "I was terrified at the time, and I just ran away. I didn't have a proper meal for several days. I was so hungry that my eyes stared, and I passed out on the side of the road. If it weren't for Master If you are willing to give me something to eat, I have long since become a lonely ghost."

Probably because it had been a long time, his tone of voice was very flat, as if he was not talking about his own life and death, but telling an unimportant story.

Lin Zhanyu looked at him, and saw that he took out a white porcelain bowl and poured out the noodles, then scooped a spoonful of soup into it: "Eat quickly."

Senior brother Wei's judgment is correct, the young man was stubborn just now, but in fact he was so hungry that his chest stuck to his back.At this moment, even the simplest boiled noodles seem to him to be the ultimate delicacy in the world.

He took the bowls and chopsticks, they were not too hot, and stared at the moonlight coming in from the window, he ate hungrily.

When Wei Qingyun cooked the noodles just now, he put a small teaspoon of salt and a little sesame oil, which made the noodles fragrant and tasty.The young man ate so fast that the porcelain bowl bottomed out after a while.

Wei Qingyun served him another bowl of soup: "Little Pole, if you encounter something you can't figure out again in the future, just think about the hot noodle soup tonight. A bowl of food can relieve hunger and cold in the world, as for the others," he said. He waved his hand: "It's no big deal."

Since then, the relationship between Lin Zhanyu and Wei Qingyun has returned to the intimacy it used to have, or it will go a step further.

The young man buried all the messy thoughts in his heart, and worked hard every day, just to improve his art skills.

Brother Shi is still the benchmark in his heart, but he has exhausted his mental energy with his busyness, so he seldom has the leisure to think about what he has and what he doesn't have.

Naturally, this was what Wei Qingyun wanted to see.Born in this world, let alone Nanjing, the bustling and bustling place in the city is like a paradise, but the villages in the suburbs are like Shura purgatory. Many times when people die, there is no one to bury, no money and no money. manpower.

As ordinary people, the most important thing for them is to find a way to settle down to solve the problem of food and clothing. It is useless to think about other things.

But over the years, some things have changed.

In early autumn, the two of them went north together, to the ancient capital of Beiping.Unknowingly, the young man has made the master feel at ease to let him take the place of the injured Qiao Li for a long-term trip, instead of just staying in a small courtyard and waiting anxiously for the brothers to come back.

It takes more than 20 hours on the train from Nanjing to Beiping. In the dead of night, seeing Wei Qingyun fast asleep, the young man suddenly remembered the time he went to Shanghai earlier.

At that time, he also looked at Wei Shige's sleeping appearance like this, and countless disturbing thoughts seemed to have started since then.

Or in fact earlier, when Wei Qingjun personally taught him how to live and talk again and again, and taught him to write down his thoughts so that he could review the past and learn the new, in order to protect him and his master and keep the troublemakers in front of him. At that time, a little further ahead, when he got off the tiles of the high wall, Lin Zhanyu had already recognized him.

He wanted to be with this person forever.

Relying on Wei Qingyun's falling asleep, he could let himself stare unscrupulously for a while.However, in the end he could only sigh heavily, he didn't know what to do, he couldn't even explain what he was thinking.

Or, he can actually think more clearly, but he is subconsciously unwilling to face it.

That's all.The young man took a blanket to cover himself, closed his tired eyelids, and thought: I will give him a measure of labor now, and with this layer, I can depend on him for the rest of my life no matter what.

When he got off the train the next morning, Wei Qingyun took him to find a hotel.

Beiping is prosperous, and there are many small vendors hawking on the roads in the city.Seeing a candy blower's stall from a distance, Wei Qingyun turned around and smiled at Lin Zhanyu: "Hey, kid, do you want that?"

Lin Zhanyu frowned, feeling unreasonable.He stepped forward, stretched out the hand that was not carrying the luggage, and compared his height with Wei Qingyun's. He was quite dissatisfied: "Brother, I'm almost as tall as you. I'm not a child."

"Okay." Wei Qingyun responded with a full mouth, but turned around and bought him a candy figure in the shape of a lamb: "I remember you are a sheep."

The young man looked at the sugar figurine in the opponent's hand, and found that the thoughts that had been buried in his heart for half a year suddenly surged out.

He raised his eyes to look at Wei Qingyun, and saw that this person restrained all the sharpness and thorns in front of outsiders, and smiled at him under the sun. He felt as if something hit his heart hard, and he was suppressed for several months. My mind finally saw the light of day again.

The boy reluctantly took it, and muttered all the way: "Don't always treat me like a child."

He has said this for several years, but it has never worked with Wei Shige.

So his dissatisfaction did not subside even when he went to the hotel.Wei Qingyun wanted to sleep in the same room as before, but the young man was unwilling: "I don't want to sleep with you."

Wei Qingyun was taken aback, feeling incredible: "What's wrong with you? How much money do you have in your pocket?"

The fact is that Lin Zhanyu is very poor, he has no money in his pocket, but he is stubborn and refuses to let go.

Wei Qingyun had no choice but to spend an unjustified sum and asked for two rooms.

When it was over, he gritted his teeth and knocked heavily on the young man's forehead: "If you still want to eat and play, don't plan to do so before it's too late. I'm out of money."

In any case, the two finally settled down in Beiping smoothly.In the next two months, under the name of Nanjing Qiao Xiaoyan, they almost got acquainted with all the entertainers who talked about Tianqiao.

Even though the folk artists in the north didn’t recognize what Boss Qiao was doing, but when they saw the two young men were exceptionally humble and polite, and they were doing a good job, they were too embarrassed to drive them away, and over time they acquiesced in allowing each other to be commensurate with their “travelers”.

Not only that, but the two also watched a few performances by the Fufeng Club when they were free.

Mr. Ma Lianliang shared the stage with Qi veteran Mr. Zhou in Tianjin one year ago, and won the title of "Southern Qi and Northern Horse".

Lin Zhanyu is not only interested in Fufeng Society, he often sneaks into other theater troupes in Beiping city to observe, and once he even met a boy of his age after a play.

The man's surname was Zhang, and he was a worker in Tsing Yi. He had a handsome appearance and a girlish appearance, and his appearance was also very good-looking. After wearing it, he couldn't tell that he was a boy at all.

It was purely by chance that they met: at the end of "Longfeng Chengxiang", everyone went to praise "Sun Shangxiang" one after another, and asked Lin Zhanyu to join the crowd. When I was looking around, I happened to see a "little maid" standing behind.

Standing in his position, he didn't pay attention to the young man behind him at first, but the man's appearance is so good, coupled with his neither humble nor overbearing temperament, Lin Zhanyu took a few more glances.

It doesn't matter if you look at it, the young man suddenly remembered that this person acted really well just now.

The man also saw him, so he squeezed through the crowd and got off the stage: "I know you, I saw you live on the Tianqiao. You learned several local dialects with your brother at that time."

"Really?" Lin Zhanyu felt flattered, he looked at the boy in front of him: "May I ask your name?"

"My surname is Zhang, and my hometown is also in the south of the Yangtze River, in the area of ​​Zhenjiang." The young man smiled brightly: "I am still an apprentice now, and I have never been on stage to sing in a serious way, and I have always been here."

Lin Zhanyu nodded: "Brother Zhang, I think you will definitely become a role and a big boss in the future."

After all, the young man had just met Lin Zhanyu, and hearing what the other said, he couldn't help but be puzzled: "Why?"

"You guys pay attention to singing seven or two words, white three or two singing," Lin Zhanyu said with reason and evidence: "I heard you tell me that you are the most outstanding among several 'ladies of the palace'."

"Oh," Brother Zhang said with a smile, "You really know how to play."

"That's it." Lin Zhanyu was proud.

The two chatted for a while, and Brother Zhang asked, "Where do you live now?"

Lin Zhanyu told him the hotel where he and Wei Qingyun were staying, and the latter nodded in response, pointing at himself: "I'm going first, I'm going to unload my clothes."

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Pour mouth, imitate the hometown dialect of some specific people;

Pongjiaoer refers to the dependent relationship between ordinary actors, bands, dancers and main actors in old Beijing opera troupes.

The prototype of this brother Zhang is Master Zhang Junqiu~