No one expected that the little things in Ah Tang's mouth would become more and more intense.

The seizure of the merchant ship refused to admit the smuggling, which should have been tried in accordance with the customs regulations, but was rejected by the other party, and the imperial court made concessions, which caused the people to be dissatisfied and launched a boycott, which plunged Guangzhou into chaos for a while.

These news were seen by Huai'an in the newspaper.

There was also some news that was not in the newspaper, and it was heard from some of Ah Tang's brothers who had left in Xuncheng.

I heard that Ah Tang led the Qinglong Gang to fight with each other, and Lord Li was in the middle of the two and the mud, these news were suppressed and not let be announced. But no matter how much you press, you can't stop the mouths of Youyou, the more you press, the more everyone is not angry, there are already many people who follow Tang's team, and in the end, Master Li can't hold it down, so he can only do it.

As a result, the impasse remained unresolved and became more chaotic.

The reporter of Guangzhou's "Shubao" broke into the front, spoke sharply, denounced the status quo, and showed this public anger to all walks of life.

Xiang Fu is the most active reader of the newspaper, and he is the first to read it every day when it is delivered, because he has a younger brother who works as a reporter in the "Shu Bao".

This younger brother once proudly said that he would definitely fight on the battlefield in this life, even if the horse leather shrouded body, there would be a place for the bones to be buried in the green mountains.

But Xiang Fu disagreed, and after graduating from college, he found a job with a pen.

He obeyed, but also had a grudge with his brother, through his busy work, he went back to Xuncheng once in a few years, and he didn't come back much, and then Xiang Fu forced him to get married and have children, he refused to listen, and he didn't come back much.

In this way, the two brothers have not seen each other for several years.

The younger brother complains, but the elder brother only worries.

Xiang Fu didn't read because of eye disease since he was a child, he didn't know much, he could only stare at the photos in the newspaper, he didn't want to find his brother's figure, on the contrary, he was afraid of seeing his brother in the photos, he didn't want his brother to be involved in this matter, but he understood his temper, and he was shocked and scared every day.

On this day, he still saw the face he had not seen for a long time.

In the black and white photo, looking up at the hustle and bustle, there is a resolute light in his eyes.

Strangely, his first reaction was not to complain, but to burst into tears.

He rubbed his younger brother's face, and excitedly chattered to Wang Qian next to him: "Hey, do you know, this is my younger brother, my own brother, and he is in the newspaper." ”

Wang Qian arched his hand perfunctorily: "Congratulations, what happened?"

"Nonsense, he's a reporter, and he's here to report!" Xiang Fu spread the newspaper over, beaming proudly, "What a decent job, it's that during this time, there is chaos over there, I know his temperament, the more chaotic he is, the more he has to rush in, and he doesn't listen to what he says, I have given up everything in my life, so I pointed at him, which really made me worry all day and couldn't sleep." ”

"If I were dozens of years younger, I would rush wherever I wanted, but now I am an old bone, and I don't want to rush others. Wang Qian followed his gesture and glanced at the newspaper.

"I thought that after the last incident with Mr. Yang, you should think clearly, you literati, just do what you do best, the path is different, and the purpose is the same. Xiang Fu grabbed the newspaper and shook his head, "You are really the same as my brother, you are stubborn, you just don't listen to what others say, you have to suffer yourself to change." ”

"That's right, I'll just sigh casually, which good man doesn't have a bloody dream. Wang Qian looked back, and was about to get up, when suddenly his expression was shocked and stopped.

His gaze fell back to the newspaper in Xiang Fu's hand, and he was a little flustered for a moment, shaking his hand to point to the photo: "This is ...... Your brother, your own brother?"

"yes, what's wrong?"

"A reporter from the Narrative?"

"yes, hey, I haven't said where he is, how do you know?" Xiang Fuhu asked suspiciously, and then reacted, and smiled, "Oh, by the way, you know how to read, this is written, right?"

"Yes, it's written. Wang Qian carefully clicked on the words under the photo, and said again, "Not only did he write his position...... Two more words. ”

"What?" Xiang Fu looked down.

A heavy voice came from overhead: "Obituary." ”

The newspaper in his hand was loosened and fell silently to the ground.

Xiang Fu didn't pick it up, nor did he look up, as if he had suddenly turned into a stone statue.

There was a sound of swift footsteps in his ears, and Huai'an almost pounced, and before he could stand firmly, he spoke: "Cousin, something happened." ”

Xiang Fu still didn't raise his eyes.

Huai An looked at the newspaper on the ground, his face turned white: "You already know?"

Wang Qian stood next to him and nodded to him.

Huai'an's breath was undecided, standing under the corridor and looking at the lonely figure, secretly clenching his hands, his heart was depressed and dazed.

Wang Qian lowered his head and picked up the newspaper, read it carefully, and saw that Xiang Shen was trampled to death because he was saving a baby in the chaos.

He closed his eyes and said, "He's a hero." ”

Xiang Fu finally reacted, he slowly raised his head, the whole person was out of energy, and asked in a hoarse voice: "I just saved a child, is it a hero?"

Didn't he want to fight on the battlefield to serve his family and country, and if he died like this, would he be willing?

"It's a hero!" Huai An said, extremely firmly.

Wang Qian also nodded firmly: "Yes!"

"Yes, yes, yes. Xiang Fu stood up, "How can I say that he is also here to save people, he did not die in vain, he did not die in vain......" He said as he walked back and forth, as if he didn't know what he was going to do when he got up.

In the end, he didn't do anything, sat back down, covered his face, and muttered: "I'll just say, I know his temperament, the more chaotic he is, the more he has to rush in, you see, you look, you don't listen to it......"

The sound of sobbing blocked everything, and the words that followed could no longer be heard.

The pedestrians in the cloister stopped, and their hearts were broken by the faint cry.

No one can say "you still have me" in front of him anymore, and his last hope is gone, and he can't even find anyone to show weakness.

At this moment, he believed that he was a bad star: there was no one left of his closest relatives.

He seemed to have fallen into an abyss that could not be seen, and when he looked up, it was all dim and boundless, and his only consciousness was thinking, fortunately Siqing was just his cousin.

The next day, Siqing accompanied him to Guangzhou to collect the relics, there were not many things, and they were quickly cleaned up.

When they returned, they also saw the rescued baby, crying in the newspaper office all the time, very soft, breathless, and intermittent.

"I don't know whose child it is, it doesn't look like it's a full moon, and no one comes to claim it, maybe it's abandoned by its parents, maybe it's ...... Our parents are gone, and we plan to hand them over to an orphanage. The president said sadly, "This is the child that Xiang Shen exchanged for his life, I hope he will be blessed with a great life and can continue his life for Xiang Shen." ”

The two looked at each other thoughtfully.

The Meng family has a little young master, and this generation has already chosen a name when Meng Hongxian was alive, and this one is ranked behind Huan'er, in order, the milk name should be called Cheng'er.

This is a newborn child that the family has not seen for several years, and no one knows the child's original surname, but from this moment on, his name is Meng Juncheng, and he is the child of Huai'an and Siqing.

Pan Lanfang has something new to do, it doesn't matter if Jiang Yarong can have children or not, Jiang Yarong is a little scared, feeling that she may be kicked out at any time, but the family is revolving around Cheng'er, no one cares about her, and no one mentions whether she can leave or not, everyone seems to have forgotten about her, and it doesn't matter if she is an outsider, there is no extra attention, but there is no complaint.

The family watched the child grow up slowly, walking on thin ice and willingly.

Xiaofenglou became a hotel, the largest theater in Xuncheng came to an end, Chen shopkeeper went back to his hometown to make a living, he didn't bring anything, but the photo that had been hanging for a long time was taken away in his bag, he was old, thinking that he probably didn't have the opportunity to return to Xuncheng again, but he believed that as long as he saw this photo in the future, he could vaguely remember the wind and moon, poems and paintings in Xuncheng.

The imperial court established a cabinet system, and the officials changed wave after wave, Cheng Yiheng was used to doing the grass on both sides of the wall, but he was not replaced, but became the Minister of Foreign Affairs, and he introduced his subordinate Wu Sankou as an assistant by the way.

But he is still an unconscious character, and the first thing he did when he took office, he took advantage of his position to kick out the envoys sent by the imperial court to France, and ran all the way over.

I heard that Master Cheng personally went out to investigate, and I didn't know for a while whether to say that he did everything himself, whether he was responsible, or whether he did things indiscriminately, picking up sesame seeds and throwing watermelons.

Cheng Yiheng couldn't hear any of these complaints, and at this time, he was already standing in the afterglow of Paris.

The ELTE University of the Arts is shrouded in a thin golden veil in the afterglow.

Meng Tingan had just finished class, holding his books, and pushed open the door of his office.

The door was unlocked, and it opened as soon as he pushed it, and he was not surprised.

Cheng Yiheng was inside, heard the movement, turned around slowly, and saw someone standing by the door, and the sunset was falling on him, so that his body was also covered with gold veil.

The mountains and rivers are long, and after a few years, the reunion that I have never hoped for is suddenly close in front of me, the sun is swaying, and the light in my eyes is shaking, and there is a little burning pain.

The person who entered the door smiled lightly.

He was suddenly relieved and said softly, "It hasn't changed at all. ”

"The years are unforgiving, how can it not change?" Meng Tingan walked in from the golden veil, "I heard that an envoy came to me, I guess it's you...... Have a seat. ”

It is still as elegant and noble as ever.

"Oh, I said, I knew it was me, I thought that anyone else, you could arrange it in your office with confidence. He sat in the nearest chair, leaning back in it, and leaned his legs up on the table with ease, his hands tapping on the edge of the drawer of the table, staccato and rhythmless.

"Most of the people who come to me are students, and if I have something to do, I will indeed arrange to wait in my office, and I don't have anything precious here. Meng Ting'an stood opposite the table with his back to him, looking at the paintings on the wall.

"Oh, that's right. He smiled unnaturally and lowered his feet on the table.

"But I won't let people sit in your position...... There are some valuables in the drawers. The other party said again.

He looked at his back, was silent for a moment, laughed, cocked his legs again, and continued to knock on the drawer with his hand: "What valuables are they, let me have long eyes?"

"Some letters. Meng Ting'an turned around.

"Hey, I thought it was some kind of baby. He paused to knock on the table, "What kind of valuable object is the letter, why, it was given to you by a very important person, could it be that it was written by a girl?" He lowered his foot and leaned forward, "Love letter?"

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