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Chapter 11

It was only later that Wei Qingyun realized that a boy of this age probably had itchy skin, and he should be taught a lesson every now and then, otherwise it would be easy to forget that the sky is high and the earth is thick.

Lin Zhanyu resumed his conscientious apprenticeship.When the young man was not ready to close his position, his voice was clear and pleasant, and it was effortless to imitate Liuhuo.

Qiao said with a smile that he was very satisfied with this, and he instructed Wei Qingyun to take the child with him when he was out of work, so the young boy followed Senior Brother Wei around the streets and alleys of Nanjing City every day, whether he left the ground or went to the teahouse, his senior brother always I can find opportunities for him to perform, and occasionally have a few simple counterparts with him when there are too many people.

Brother Wei and Boss Qiao's vision is very accurate, Lin Zhanyu is indeed a good seed.

Due to his personality, Wei Qingyun used to be bored studying in middle school, but he is not very good at words, so he will spend a lot of thought on designing everything before going out to work.This boy is different.

He is not only outstanding in life, he is also clever, well-behaved and polite in front of others, which is especially popular with judges.

But what Senior Brother Wei didn't know was that the method he taught Lin Zhanyu he thought was not good, but the other party kept using it.

Whenever the child is free, he sits at the desk and writes down everything he thinks and thinks, and from time to time he will look up what he wrote before for reflection.After a long time, a stack of papers piled up on the boy's desk.

Lin Zhanyu used to think that flexibility comes from an adaptable mind, but he later discovered that the so-called relaxation comes from day-to-day tension and order.

Daqiao naturally does not work, but if you want to reach the state of "do not work", you must go through the desperate pursuit of "daqiao".

Wei Qingyun has been busy until the end of the year when he has some leisure time.

He didn't have to work on Laba that day, and the sun came out in the afternoon. He was lazily leaning against the wall in the backyard. He was just lighting up a cigarette when someone tapped him on the shoulder: it was his big brother Xue He who came.

Wei Qingyun felt a little unbelievable, he hadn't seen such a leisurely Xue He for a long time: "Have you saved enough money?"

"It's almost there." Xue He's expression was rare and calm: "I have something nice to tell you. Master He said that he wanted to see you, so he specially sent someone to send an invitation."

"Me?" Wei Qingyun was taken aback: "Master He wants to see me by name?"

"Yes, it's you." Xue He threw the invitation into his arms, and pushed him resentfully: "What are you waiting for? It's now when you make a lot of money. Don't forget your wealth, When you get rich, don't forget us poor brothers."

Wei Qingyun opened it and found that it was probably written by Master He himself, and at the end there was the clear and meaningful word "He Li" as the signature, which is Master He's name.His complexion became more and more ugly.

He has been in this business for a long time, and he knows very well in his heart that although Qiao Xiaoyan is honored as "the boss" outside, what they do is by no means a decent business.

Regardless of whether they are entertainers or singers, the hot actors now seem to be sought after by thousands of people, but in the end they are just playthings in the eyes of the old men. In addition, Lin Zhanyu is still young, so he deliberately plays on many occasions. Avoiding, not taking Lin Zhanyu, so that Nanjing City only got a tepid reputation.

But this time he has no choice but to retreat: the invitation card from the He mansion has been sent to him clearly, and he has to go or not to this invitation.

"Where's Zhan Yu?" Wei Qingyun asked.

"Just take a rest." Xue He replied helplessly: "Shall I call him for you?"

"No need." Wei Qingyun handed the invitation in front of him: "You didn't tell anyone about this, did you?"

"No, even Master hasn't had time to tell." Xue He scratched his hair, wondering what kind of medicine was sold in this man's gourd: "This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, if you can cling to someone like Mr. A few games are enough for a lifetime. What are you hesitating about?"

He stared at Wei Qingyun's face in confusion, looked at this man's expression, and suddenly realized that he couldn't laugh or cry: "Oh, son, don't say that you have committed a noble spirit at this time. It's the same thing about playing entertaining and not selling yourself. Mr. He is over sixty years old and has never married a wife and had children in his life. If you really fall in love with you, it will be your blessing, and we can't even ask for it. "

"Fuck you." Wei Qingyun rolled his eyes at him: "How is Mr. He?"

"The last time Master was dealing with him, I don't know too well." Xue He recalled: "But he should be good, after all, he is a kind person, and he must be different from those officials and landlords who bully others."

"Okay, I'm leaving." Wei Qingyun stood up and straightened the coat on his body: "If someone asks, just say that I went to the street."

"Okay." Xue He replied behind him.

Wei Qingyun walked slowly to He Shanren's residence according to the address that Xue He told him just now, and he couldn't help thinking of many things.

With the protection of his parents when he was young, he has never seen real oppression and exploitation, but since his parents passed away, Wei Qingyun, as an unarmed apprentice, has seen a lot of suffering in the world.

He has followed Qiao Xiaoyan several times to work in the homes of capitalists and landlords. He has seen with his own eyes that long-term workers wake up earlier than chickens and sleep later than dogs. Head, but the boys and buddies are bullying men and women outside, so happy.

At that time, Boss Qiao warned him not to meddle in his own business, but it was difficult for young people who had not been smoothed by wind and frost to really stand on the sidelines.However, he couldn't do anything. For the money to live and eat, he could only pretend to be deaf and dumb.

So every time he walked out of the mansion of a wealthy family, he felt that the sky was very beautiful, and his body was very refreshed, as if he had shaken off the stench all over his body.

As for this He Shanren, Wei Qingyun didn't know, whether he was the same as those gentlemen.

In a blink of an eye, he came to He Shanren's residence, he sighed, put on a smiley face, raised his hand and knocked on the door lightly.

"Brother Wei, right?" A servant came out and opened the door, smiling, "Our master is waiting for you at the back."

Contrary to Wei Qingyun's imagination, the wealthy Mr. He is actually an extremely approachable old man.

When he crossed the threshold anxiously and walked into the inner courtyard, he only saw his back, and saw a thin man with gray hair in a cloth robe and gown making tea himself.

Rather than saying it is gray, it would be more accurate to say that there are a few black strands in the white hair.The man's back was straight, and one could imagine from just looking at his back that the old man must be in good spirits.

Wei Qingyun was thinking that this master is really leisurely and elegant, and the next moment Master He turned around.

He smiled at Wei Qingyun, motioned him to sit down on the stone bench in the yard, then turned and entered the house, and walked over with an older man after a while.

That person's stature also seemed to be very slim, and his brows and eyes were full of stability and indifference.Probably he was not very agile in his legs and feet, or he was not feeling well. Although he was supported by Mr. He, he walked extremely slowly.

Wei Qingyun wanted to go over to help, but the man declined with a smile.

Mr. He smiled happily, but he didn't look old-fashioned at all. He could even vaguely see a bit of high spirits. When he spoke, his brows and eyes were bright, and his expression was like a proud young man asking for credit from his sweetheart: "Mr. Yang, this is the last time you praised me. The child who passed away. I invited his master to come over before but didn’t invite him, this time I specially found it for you.”

"Master, you flatter me too much." Wei Qingyun quickly got up and bowed, and explained with a mouthful of running the train: "I was upset before, so I couldn't come here. Thanks to the appreciation of the master, I dare not neglect."

"It doesn't matter. Brother Wei, sit down quickly." He Shanren waved his hand casually: "Let me introduce you, this is my wife."

Wei Qingyun found that He Shanren had a pair of extremely friendly eyes, which curved like crescent moons when he smiled.Such brows and eyes are placed on his Zhouzheng face, which makes people feel comfortable and kind when looking at him.

As soon as the other party finished speaking, the man called Master said, "Are you Boss Qiao's apprentice?"

"Hey." Wei Qingyun hurriedly responded.

The master looked at the young man for a few moments, then turned to He Shanren and said, "I see that he has the energy you had when you were young."

He squinted his eyes and recalled: "At that time, you were like a newly grown bamboo, green and strong, very different from those bustling famers in the mundane world." He waved his hand: "I'm not the same either."

Wei Qingyun heard this man speak, and felt that it didn't sound like a local Nanjing accent, but more like a northerner.

He Shanren laughed. He lifted the teapot and poured him a cup of hot tea for Mr. Yang.He wanted to pour a cup for Wei Qingyun, but before he could turn sideways, Brother Wei, who was exceptionally discerning, took the teapot over.

He Shanren saw Wei Qingyun's embarrassment, and his words became more and more easy-going: "Son, come and have a moment with my teacher, anything is fine."

It was getting late when Wei Qingyun returned home.He declined He Shanren's offer of staying with him for a meal, and walked back alone along the way he came.

He thought that the master and his brothers had either rested or went to work, but he didn't expect that there was a person standing in front of the door waiting for him.

He walked with his head down and didn't notice anyone until he got close.After seeing who it was, he suddenly felt a headache.

"Why are you here?" Wei Qingyun asked.

"Brother, where have you been?" Lin Zhanyu was afraid that he would run away, so he reached out and grabbed his sleeve, staring at him.

"Going to the street." Wei Qingyun fooled casually.

"You lied, that's why you didn't go to the street." Seeing that Wei Qingyun didn't tell the truth to himself, Lin Zhanyu "hummed" at him: "I begged the elder brother for a long time before he told me that he said you went to He Shanren. "

Wei Qingjun scolded Senior Brother Xue He for his unsteady "stance" eight hundred times in his heart, but he still wanted to put on a smiling face to the child.

He was physically and mentally exhausted, and he just wanted to go back to the house to rest, and he seemed very perfunctory and impatient during his conversation: "I'm gone, what's the matter? Do you still care about where I go? It's too lenient."

The child said nothing more.Wei Qingyun thought that he could give up after getting a response, and just wanted to go back to the house, but when he turned around, he saw the young man standing there with great aggrievedness.

Strange to say, looking at the person in front of him, he suddenly remembered the winter night in the open-air bookstore a year ago.At that time, he was standing not far away, watching the thin and small child being held by Qiao Li to worship the teacher.

The flying snow fluttered between the sky and the earth, as if it was going to make people grow old overnight.

Thinking like this, Wei Qingyun suddenly realized that the child had really grown taller and firmer in the past year, although the pitiful appearance of this person in front of him now was the same as before.

"I didn't live up to it." Lin Zhanyu wiped away his tears: "Senior brother, you didn't take me with you, so you don't want me to measure your work for you in the future?" He hugged Wei Qingyun, crying more and more aggrieved: "I will work hard in the future, senior brother, don't dislike me, please."

"Zhanyu, don't talk nonsense." This day was really too tense for Wei Qingyun, with ups and downs in his mood, until now he still felt cold all over.

He sighed, gently hugged the young man beside him, leaned over and said in a low voice: "That kind of rich and noble family is not a good place to go, most of them are places where right and wrong hide filth. Senior Brother originally wanted to protect you."

There were, however, a few words which he left unsaid.He thought, if there is really a chance to become famous and make a fortune, with a senior brother, you must be indispensable.But if there are other right and wrong, senior brother alone is enough, how can you suffer a child?

"Protect me?" The young boy stared at a pair of watery eyes. He was a little dazed for a moment, but instinctively hugged Wei Qingyun even tighter.

"Be obedient, go back to sleep. It's getting late, and I have to get up early in the morning to practice." Wei Qingyun broke away from him, and patted the young man's thin shoulder: "I have to give the money I earned from He Shanren to Master. past."

"Brother!" Seeing that Wei Qingyun wanted to leave, Lin Zhanyu hurriedly grabbed him: "Don't go."

"What if I don't leave?" Wei Qingyun was a little dumbfounded: "Do you still want me to coax you to sleep? How old are you?"

"Of course I wouldn't do this in front of others, I just tell you." Lin Zhanyu muttered in a low voice: "Brother, I thought you didn't want me anymore."

"Xiao Linzi, are you fourteen this year?" Wei Qingyun stared at him: "Why do you look like a four-year-old doll? What a nonsense."

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Note: Dao Cang means that the voice of opera actors becomes lower or hoarse during puberty; Liu Huo, "Liu Er" means to sing, "Huo" refers to works, and the way of performing and learning to sing on stage is called "making Liu Son" (the above notes are from Baidu Encyclopedia)