Three months later.

Someone took back a kaftan and changed into a suit.

Looking back, it is the hometown that he can never return to, and he can only integrate himself into the vast number of beings in this foreign land.

Untied the silk thread wrapped around the paper bag in his hand, the two silver dollars that jingled fell out first, he was stunned for a moment, leaned over to pick it up, and stared at it for a long time, but he didn't know what the intention of these two silver dollars was in it.

I opened the painting again, only half of it was opened, and a thick pile of francs fell out, and it was blown by the wind, and several pieces were run, which immediately attracted a lot of attention, and he was stunned before he reacted, and quickly picked it up and stuffed it.

Finally unfolded the painting.

His expression was stunned and full of questions.

The eyebrows and eyes that are so familiar that they can't be familiar anymore, and the handwriting that they can't be familiar with anymore.

The person on the painting was himself, and the painter was his second brother, and at that time, the two were still teenagers.

Remembering that time, he couldn't help but smile.

He remembered that the painting was hanging in his study, but he didn't notice it when it was taken down.

But why is it with him?

Unfortunately, no one will come and tell him the answer.

He carefully put the painting away, and looked again at the two silver dollars, which he had stuffed with so many francs, which were not needed here, and which were not like paintings, so what did they mean?

He didn't know that the person on the other side of the ocean had stuffed all the souvenirs to him and let him take them with him, and since he was ready to say goodbye, he didn't leave anything behind.

He couldn't think about it, so he had to give up, he hugged the paper bag tightly, and the jingling sound followed him all the way into the vast sea of people.

Xuncheng.

In the palace, Cheng Yiheng had just finished listening to the holy decree.

The emperor said that he had communicated with Richard that since the third young master of the Meng family had suffered misfortune, the matter of the important person was suspended.

After the people left, he turned his saber, took a glass of wine, and hooked the corners of his mouth lightly, but there was no smile in his eyes.

A small soldier outside the door saw that he had been drinking, poured a cup of tea and came in, silently placed it beside him, he took a sip, looked up, and determined: "Why do I think you are very raw?"

"Little newcomer. The soldier was thin and spoke in a low voice, "Yes...... You sent someone to call me, don't you remember?"

"Oh. He slapped his head, "You are the younger brother of General Xiao Wu." ”

He promised to take care of his younger brother, but he didn't say it in vain, he really sent someone to find the house of the Wu general, and asked someone to take his younger brother over and arrange him in the team, but these were really trivial things for him, and he didn't think about it for a while.

At this moment, seeing that the little boy had really come over, and some of the past events were still vivid, he hesitated: "That...... Your brother ......"

"He died to fight the fire, right, don't let me say it, but I also know that my brother is a hero, and I also want to learn from him, thank you, my lord, for taking me over, I will definitely charge on the front line and make great achievements!"

The little young man's face was upright, and it was incompatible with the smiling expression of the person in front of him.

After he finished speaking, Cheng Yiheng was thinking about how to make him not hate himself, but instead of hating, he wanted to thank him, so it was easy to make trouble, and there was no need to make up many reasons.

He laughed, "With me, there is no need to charge the front line. ”

"Then ......," the young man was stunned, "then I will do my best to ensure the safety of the people." ”

"Many faithful do not live long. Cheng Yiheng said lightly.

Seeing the little boy's surprised look, he couldn't help but smile secretly: "You are quite interesting, what is your name, how old are you this year?"

"My lord, my name is Wu Sankou, and I am seventeen this year. ”

"Wu Sankou, what is this name, why did your father give you such a name?"

The little boy pursed his lips: "I don't have a father, I was raised by my brother, he said that there was a name on the sweat towel I was wearing at the time, I originally had two mouths in my name, plus his surname Wu, that is, three mouths, so he gave me this name, but ......" he scratched his head, "The sweat towel was lost very early, my brother is illiterate, only knows the mouth, and he can't tell what my original name is." ”

"So, your brother is a good man. Cheng Yiheng's eyes lowered, "Just pick up a child, he is willing to raise it, he shouldn't be big at that time." ”

Unexpectedly, the little Wu general himself looked shrewd and smooth, but he taught his younger brother to be so enthusiastic.

It's just that this little fool will be disappointed one day.

"Yes, of course my brother is a good man. Wu Sankou was very excited, but when he mentioned his deceased brother, he couldn't help but feel a little lost, clenched his fists and said, "So, I must learn from my brother, I can't let him down, I believe that he must have something to know, and he must be watching me all the time." ”

This last sentence made Cheng Yiheng fall off the chair, and Wu Sankou hurriedly stepped forward to support him: "My lord, are you okay?"

"It's okay, it's okay. He waved his hand again and again, pulled the little boy and said, "Okay, you will follow me in the future, I will not treat you badly." ”

"Yes, thank you, sir. The little boy straightened up, his eyes shining.

Cheng Yiheng lowered his head weakly and smiled self-deprecatingly.

In the early summer morning, the courtyard in the alley is clean.

Xiang Fu has achieved management in Xiaofeng Building, is full of energy, and goes early every day.

On this day, I still went out at dawn, but as soon as I opened it today, I was startled by the people standing in front of me.

He took two steps back in a panic, saw the person who came clearly, and immediately straightened his face: "Mrs. Meng, you are here, what are you doing?"

Pan Lanfang's face was sad, her husband and son died one after another, everyone knew that this was a bone-eroding pain, she had been hit hard in the past few months, it was indeed very regrettable and distressing.

But......

"But you don't want to come to trouble my brother-in-law, right?" Xiang Fu leaned against the door and did not invite her in, "That's because the emperor specially said that my brother-in-law is not allowed to go to Xin'an County, you have the ability to go to the emperor to reason, what are you doing here?"

Pan Lanfang's eyes were wooden, no matter what he said, he didn't refute it, but just whispered close to begging: "I want to see Huai'an and Siqing, you let me in." ”

"What do you want to see them do?" Xiang Fu still didn't let him in.

Pan Lanfang couldn't argue, and suddenly bent her legs and knelt down.

Xiang Fu Xiao then retreated, and called her up, but she insisted on refusing, he couldn't, so he had to go back and call Huai'an and Siqing.

The two went out, but when they saw Pan Lanfang crying bitterly, her eyes were full of tears, and she was stunned for a long time without saying anything.

She has always been good at crying, and she doesn't know where so many tears come from.

But think about it, it's much better to be able to cry than to cry without tears.

Until the neighbors were discussed, she finally stopped her voice, but she didn't get up, she had to kneel on the ground, and sobbed, "I'm here to ask you to go back." ”

"What?" the three people on the other side were stunned.

Let them leave the Meng family, this person has a lot of credit, and now she has come to invite them back in person, did she take the wrong medicine?

"You get up first. Huai'an reached out to help her.

Sitting in the courtyard, Pan Lanfang's mood stabilized a little, and finally got to the point: "The porcelain painting of the Meng family is no longer passed on to anyone, the master must not be blind, you have all learned this porcelain painting, I beg you, go back to the Meng family." ”

She reached out on the left side and grabbed Huai'an's sleeve: "You don't want to call me mother, but I still call you the second young master, follow me back to the Meng family, okay?"

On the right, he went to take Siqing's hand again: "It's not right for us to send you out when we were young, you go back with me, I will definitely take care of you like a daughter in the future, okay?"

"Mrs. Meng......" Xiang Fu interjected, "I listen to you...... I want them to go back to make money for you to support your family, there is no such good thing, not to mention, your own daughter is not very happy to be taken care of by you!"

"I ......" Pan Lanfang paused, she couldn't defend what Xiang Fu said later, but she could explain it clearly in front, she hurriedly said, "If you don't support your family, the Meng family will have Siru, Huan'er, Yingyue and me, a few of us women, relying on savings, the second half of our lives are enough, not to mention, Yingyue's maiden family is also rich, and we don't have to ask someone to make money for us, it's just that I really can't watch the Meng family's porcelain painting in this generation, your father ...... it."

She originally said to Huai'an, but when she came here, she didn't know whether it was suitable or not, so she hesitated cautiously and turned to Siqing: "What your father is most afraid of in his life is the loss of the Meng family's porcelain paintings, you know, but although he has several children, you are the only ones who really learn." ”

"Since their own children have learned less, why didn't they accept apprentices to teach before?" Xiang Fu replied.

"Meng's porcelain painting will never be passed on. Pan Lanfang remembered this sentence clearly and said it very firmly.

"It's just that if we don't pass on foreigners, what can't we pass on to our own people?"

"Anyway...... Anyway, this is the rule of the ancestors of the Meng family, except for the Meng family, no one will pass it on. ”

"According to you, my brother-in-law is also an outsider?"

"If it weren't for those things, we would always treat him as our own, and now we will treat those things as if those things were over, and ...... Isn't he still the son-in-law of the Meng family?" Pan Lanfang didn't argue with him anymore, looked at Huai'an again, and asked again anxiously, "Okay?"

Huai'an looked sideways at Siqing, his eyes were silent for a moment, and after a while, he said, "Mrs. Meng go back first, let's discuss." ”

Pan Lanfang was at a loss, but hearing that they didn't refuse on the spot, it was the best result expected, so she had to leave slowly.

After she left, Xiang Fu's face that had been tense relaxed, shook his head and said: "One thing to say, I actually didn't expect that Mrs. Meng would not hesitate to kneel to you for the sake of the artistic inheritance of the Meng family, it stands to reason that Master Meng is gone, she can ignore these things, not to mention, she has just experienced the pain of the death of her closest relatives one after another, she is not depressed, and she can be strong and worry about the Meng family's industry, which makes me a little impressed by her." ”

After that, when he looked at the hour, he said that he was going to be late, and hurriedly ran out of the door in three steps and two steps.

There were only two people left in the courtyard, and when the footsteps were completely far away, Huai'an said, "Do you want to go back?"

Siqing's expression was cold from beginning to end, and he couldn't tell her thoughts.

Siqing asked rhetorically, "What about you?"

"I ...... I obeyed Madame's arrangement. The other party made a joke.

"That's fine. Siqing turned around, "We each write back or not on the paper, we can only write what we really think in our hearts, and then light it up together, if it's all 'back', then we will go back, if it's 'not back', then don't go back." ”

"So, what if there is a difference?"

"If there is a difference......

"Whatever Madame writes, it is. Seeing her hesitation, Huai'an took the conversation.

She pursed her lips and smiled: "That's it, that's it." ”

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