There is a lookout on the gate of Xuncheng, which has not been used for many years, and then I don't know when a small red pavilion was set up over there, looking at it from a distance, this red has added a touch of inappropriate beauty to the city gate.

The pavilion was probably in disrepair, and the red roof was gone, leaving only the four bare pillars, where the pestle looked more solemn than the lookout next to it.

When the gate was opened, there was a large empty wasteland, which had been looked back here for years, and had not been cultivated for many years.

Walking past the wasteland, it is South Street.

Now I don't know what the new regulations are, no stalls are allowed on both sides of the road, all the vendors have retreated to their own stores, whether it is a sugar stall or a vegetable farmer, none of them have appeared, and the store is dimly lit, there are few patrons, and the business people are too lazy to shout, sitting at the door wrapped in cotton clothes, hands in sleeves, lifeless looking at passers-by.

Cheng Yiheng was wearing a satin jacket with dark red copper coin patterns, holding a string of beads in one hand and a beard in the other, sitting in the main hall and listening to the chatter of a bunch of people in front of him, he frowned impatiently, and slapped the table with a snap: "Don't make any noise, I don't agree to close." ”

The chattering immediately stopped, and a group of people looked at him, one of whom was a little older, and said, "Mr. Cheng, that hidden brother...... Oh, it's Mr. Wang Qian who has passed away for so many years, President Meng has never come back, we have changed so many acting presidents back and forth in this West Garden, but you have also seen that if you hadn't been supported by money, it would have been impossible to do it here for a long time, and now in troubled times, the people of Xuncheng have not been displaced is already a blessing, who will have the leisure to appreciate calligraphy, painting and porcelain, we have to close, but also for your good, to save you some money. ”

Cheng Yiheng listened, turned his head, and caught a glimpse of the photos on the wall, the old photos were yellowed, and some of the photos had already been made ancient, such as Lin Shaowei, the former president of the art fair, such as Chen Shopkeeper of Xiaofeng Building in the Theater Garden, and people who were still alive, such as Wang Xi, the founder of the East Garden, who was almost as gray as him, and time was really a terrible thing.

He stood up and said non-committently: "You don't need to save me money, it's not closed." ”

Everyone was silent, and after a while, the man who spoke earlier said, "Then why don't you come and be the president, Mr. Cheng?"

"I don't have the ability to do this, not to mention that I'm almost in the ground, isn't it good to be idle, why do you have to find work for yourself, you wait, maybe your President Meng will come back one day." ”

"This ......" others dare not say anything, then President Meng has been gone for nearly 30 years, and whether he has entered the ground or not is another matter.

was muttering to himself, when he heard someone coming in from outside, he was surprised and said to everyone: "Have you heard, the people on South Street are spreading that the Meng family is haunted!"

"What's going on?"

"It was in the middle of the night last night that someone around heard the tinkling movement inside, and this morning I saw the door of the Meng family open. ”

"Which ghost dares to open the door for others in the morning, could it be that President Meng's family has finally returned, should we go over and have a look, but they should be cleaning up now, is it appropriate to go now, Mr. Cheng, what do you think...... Mr. Cheng?"

The person who spoke turned around, where is Mr. Cheng's figure?

Cheng Yiheng stood in front of the gate of the Meng family and looked up, the gate was bare, and the plaque in the grass had already been covered, and if you didn't pick it up carefully, it would be almost invisible.

His heart sank, it may not be that the Meng family has returned, he thought.

He walked in slowly, for more than 20 years, this was his forbidden area, and every time he passed by, he had to walk around.

And this time, since the door was blatantly opened, and not entered, it didn't seem like a word.

The flowing water next to the rockery has long dried up, there are no flowers in the flower beds only weeds, they are withered in winter, I can't see whether they grow well or not, the trees are growing well, some small saplings in the past have grown into big trees, the main road has been simply swept over, and there is a passage that can be left in the dust on the ground.

Someone came over with an object covered with a black cloth, his steps were hurried, and he didn't expect someone to come, this person was startled, and almost dropped the thing in his hand, but fortunately he was fast, leaned over and fished it back, but the black cloth on it slipped and fell to the ground.

Under the black cloth is a tablet, Cheng Yiheng glanced at the name on the tablet, his pupils contracted, looked up at this person, and asked: "You are a relative of the Gu family, is she gone?"

Cheng'er was confused by these words, looked down at the tablet he was holding, and then reacted: "No, I am a relative of the Meng family, you ask my third aunt? ”

The speculation that had been deliberately avoided had settled, and the words of the third aunt made Cheng Yiheng confused for a long time, and finally remembered something, he suddenly felt a little incredulous, and hurriedly stepped forward: "Are you Cheng'er?"

Cheng'er was also confused when he heard him know himself, he seemed to have some impressions of this person, and those impressions were hidden in the depths of his mind, but they couldn't be clear.

The person in front of him said: "My surname is Cheng, you even forgot me, you are a little conscienceless, you ...... when you were a child"

Cheng'er had a flash of inspiration and blurted out: "Cheng Dog Thief!"

As soon as the words fell, both of them were stunned.

The memory finally broke the embankment, and Cheng'er was embarrassed: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Uncle Cheng, I remember, you gave me a lot of silver locks before, I'm sorry, I really don't know what's going on, so I can't ...... my mouth."

Cheng Yiheng rolled his eyes, he didn't want to be as knowledgeable as this kid, but a certain divine thought crossed his heart, and he suddenly felt a layer of cold sweat on his back, and stared at Cheng'er tightly: "Have you seen your third uncle?"

"Of course, I just came back from France. Speaking of Ting'an, Cheng'er's eyes were a little gloomy, "It's the third uncle who asked me to get the third aunt's tablet right." ”

Speaking of this, he remembered what he was doing, and said, "Uncle Cheng, wait a minute, I will put the tablet in the ancestral hall first, and I will come over to entertain you immediately." ”

"What is the situation abroad now, why are you back alone......" Cheng Yiheng couldn't wait a while, he followed Cheng'er forward, "Don't get in the way, since you're here, I'll also worship the ancestors of the Meng family." He asked as he walked, and a lot of questions wanted to be poured out, but he didn't have time to give Cheng'er time to answer.

Cheng'er only said that it was okay to go abroad, and he had already arrived at the ancestral hall.

The most conspicuous thing is Ting'an's tablet, Pan Lanfang used to see the most was his, probably always held in his arms, and this tablet was wiped bright.

Cheng Yiheng watched Cheng'er carefully put Gu Yingyue's tablet next to him, afraid that it would not be stable, so he checked it again, and pushed it next to him, putting incense on it.

He also put on incense and watched Cheng'er take something from the box.

He felt a little embarrassed inexplicably, and said without words: "Look at it, as soon as your third aunt's tablet is released, your third uncle's will be glorious, just like new." ”

The movements in Cheng'er's hand did not stop: "That's the new one, I changed it together, the person was still there before, and the tablet was supposed to be a fake, and now it's going to be replaced with the real one." ”

He took out a cardboard box from the box and turned back as he opened it: "Did you say that?"

After waiting for a long time when no one responded, he looked up curiously.

Suddenly, the person in front of him was pale, his body was trembling slightly, his mouth was open, and he muttered, "Really?"

This sentence was wrapped in a trembling sound, Cheng'er didn't hear it clearly, and he finally opened the carton: "What did you say?"

Then he took out the portrait, placed it under the tablet, and asked, "Uncle Cheng, I'm sorry, can you say it again?"

Do you need to say it any more?

On the black-and-white photos that come into view, the eternally calm, somewhat indifferent eyes, thin lips, even a slight smile, but also with a melancholy coolness.

Time did not leave too many traces on his face, and in his opinion, it was no different from the portrait that he glanced at in the study back then, he was like a man above the clouds, walking around the world, and finally returning to the clouds spotlessly.

He walked simply, but it was difficult for the living to let go.

The mind begins with a portrait, and ends up with a photograph.

Midnight dreams all he sees back, thirty years of predicament failed to defeat him, he wants to keep this life and wait for the old man to return, but in the end he sees the posthumous image.

And ashes.

Cheng'er took out the ashes and put them on the shelf, there was only him on the shelf, alone, the ancestors paid attention to the earth, and they didn't dare to think about turning into ashes after death.

After he finished these things, he slowly walked in front of Cheng Yiheng: "Uncle Cheng, are you okay?"

"It's fine. Cheng Yiheng raised his hand, the beaded thread suddenly broke, and the beads were scattered all over the ground, he leaned over to pick it up, but squatted on the ground and didn't move for a long time.

The beads rolled down everywhere, and he couldn't find them for a while, he probably didn't want to pick them up, and after a while, he slowly stood up, didn't say a word, turned around and walked out.

"Uncle Cheng, don't go, it's hard to see you, I'll invite you to dinner later, didn't you ask me a lot of questions just now, I haven't said it yet." Cheng'er shouted behind him.

He didn't stop: "It's pointless to say it or not." ”

He had to go, Cheng'er couldn't stop him anymore, thought of one more thing, and hurriedly asked: "Then do you know how to go to the Xizhao Bridge? I'll go over later." ”

He paused slightly, and slowly turned back: "What are you going to do there?"

Cheng'er sighed: "Before the third uncle left, he said, let me have a chance to take a look for him, the boat under the Xuncheng Xizhao Bridge is still there." ”

There were no waves on his face, as silent as stagnant water, and he asked hoarsely, "Is this the only thing he has before leaving?"

"Yes. ”

"Sure enough, there are only his paintings in my eyes. He smiled bitterly, with endless loss and sadness in his eyes, "The boat is still there, but it has been broken, and it is far from the 'twilight rain sinking boat is also self-traversing' in his "Smoke and Rain Map". ”

"It's okay, I'm going to take a look at it for him. Cheng'er nodded, "He explained to me very early on what happened, what to send him back, what to arrange the tablet of the third aunt, but this is the only one that was explained when he was dying, which should be very important to him." ”

"Hmm. Cheng Yiheng nodded lightly, "South Street is at the end." ”

"Do you have time to lead the way?"

"I'm not going!"

He turned around and walked out again, and soon walked out of Meng's house, didn't look at the road when he went out, and bumped into several people, most people in Xuncheng knew him, knew that he was the richest man here, and he was embarrassed to scold when he was hit, and he would ask more with concern: "Mr. Cheng, what's wrong with your eyes, do you want me to give you a ride?"

"Get in the sand, it'll be fine for a while, leave me alone. ”

In the evening, Cheng'er stood on the sunset bridge and looked down, just as Cheng Yiheng said, the boat was really broken, the shallow water was no longer clear, and the withered yellow weeds covered the water flow and spread from the layers of silt.

Even though he is well aware of the subtlety of Chinese painting lies in the artistic conception, it is really difficult to imagine the dreamlike scene of smoke and rain, and it is a little difficult for him to understand why the third uncle has never forgotten this place.

After the matter of Xuncheng is done, he will leave for Shanghai immediately, and when he leaves, he will say goodbye to Cheng Yiheng, he will stay here for a total of seven days, and he will not see him for seven days, this Uncle Cheng has lost a lot of weight, and he was shocked when he said goodbye, and almost wanted to ask him for the secret to lose weight quickly.

The two chatted in the east and west, and Cheng Yiheng was expressionless until he said that he would find a way to take his father and mother back to Xuncheng, and the other party's eyes finally lit up slightly, but it was fleeting.

Cheng'er was a little sad, he always felt that the person in front of him was not a little angry, just like he was about to die, it was completely different from when he first met him in Meng Mansion a few days ago.

At this age, if you don't have any thoughts of life, I'm afraid that the time will soon come.

He thought for a long time, and then found out the words to admonish: "Didn't you have a good relationship with my father before, after so many years of separation, don't you want him, I must save him, soon, you must wait, you can't even see each other in the end, what a pity, right?"

"Okay, wait. The other party forced a smile.

Cheng'er was still a little worried, but she couldn't think of anything else.

He quickly returned to Shanghai, and first went to apply for a pass to the border of Xin'an County, no matter what, at least he had to go over to inquire about the situation first, but this pass was not easy to handle, and he couldn't pass the review at all.

But Director Yang doesn't get in, and this road still doesn't work.

Deng Mu inquired about some news: "It is rumored that Director Yang's wife is fierce, and he is very afraid, maybe he can think of a way from his wife's side." ”

"Who is his wife?"

"I don't know, I heard that the family is very rich, and when I married Director Yang, I brought Wanguan family wealth. ”

When Cheng'er heard this, she sighed again: "That seems to be no fun." ”

"Anyway, let's give it a try, I heard that her hometown is also from Xuncheng. ”

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