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Ran Xinzi helped Liang Ping to walk very slowly, but he already felt much better and had the strength to speak. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info "You're Ran Xinzi?"

"Well, I am. ”

"Why do you want to live with Su Huachen?"

"Because ... Leaving Grandpa Hua'er, I don't know how to live, Grandpa Zixiang once told me to listen to Grandpa Hua'er's words, over the years by his side, I have met a lot of friends, have a lot of relatives, if I leave, Brother Dahai will be very difficult to take care of so many children in the opera troupe alone, and I also like to sing, although Grandpa Hua'er has quirks and is very hard when training, but she treats me well, and I can see my grandfather from time to time, this kind of life is very good. ”

Ran Xinzi's big eyes looked at him, and he didn't hesitate to say these words, but it made Liang Ping feel a little embarrassed, he didn't expect that this child's heart was so enthusiastic and innocent, what is the brilliance of human nature, nothing more than that. Liang Ping lowered his head, thought about it again and again, and then asked tentatively: "Then do you know that Su Huachen wanted to attack you?"

"Really? I don't know.,I think Grandpa Hua'er he.,It shouldn't be like that to me.,You're serious.,Actually, Grandpa Hua'er he.。。。 He is very good, we are the children in the troupe, there are few who are not rescued by him and then pulled them up, including Brother Dahai, as I grow up, I also have some understanding of some of the things that Grandpa Hua'er did secretly, he is always very aimed at those outsiders, just like for you, sir, I have persuaded him many times, but he scolded him back, he will tie up some rich foreign merchants, force them to hand over enough money to let them go, I do my best to help, sometimes secretly let a few, but later will still be discovered, beaten up, in addition, there is no more severe punishment, Grandpa Hua'er, he did go too far in some things, but it shouldn't be enough。。。。。。 ”

Listening to his defense of Liang Ping, Liang Ping felt very distressed, and he clearly felt that the body of the child next to him trembled several times when he spoke, and he didn't know if it was because of the cold around him. "Ah, Mr. Liang, here we are, let's go here, I'll send you in. As they spoke, the two of them had already walked out of the willow forest, and when they looked up, Liang Ping saw a dilapidated old house in front of them. Under his guidance, Ran Xinzi quickly used the discarded furniture in the house to build a fire, sitting in the corner, Liang Ping was rarely able to completely relax, he looked at the little girl who was roasting his hands, the latter did not bother with Liang Ping's question just now, and his face was very calm. What is it that can make a child in his early teens so calm, maybe nothing can move Ran Xinzi, who has experienced so much, this world is really cruel, Liang Ping thought so.

"Xin Zi, do you know where Wen Zixiang is now?"

"You ask Grandpa Zixiang, he... I was raised by him for a long time, and when I was just remembering, he helped me to sing when I was still walking steadily, but not long after that, my grandfather disappeared without a trace, as if he left suddenly one day, and he didn't even say hello to me. Speaking of this, Ran Xinzi finally looked a little sad, she lowered her head, and there was a sparkle in her eyes, as if she was recalling that short but profound initial time. "Later, I also asked Grandpa Hua'er many times what he should know, but he was always secretive about this matter, refusing to reveal even a few words to me, and every time he said perfunctory that my grandfather would be back soon, but it has been nearly ten years since he went。。。。。。 Liang Ping finally determined one thing from her mouth, that is, Wen Zixiang was indeed no longer here, and he had never returned. That golden jade blue river order... In whose hands。。。。。。

"This snow ... I don't know when it will stop.,If the snow is still falling like this.,Tomorrow's performance is going to be canceled again.,Alas。。。 Cough... Cough...... ”

"You're all like this, and you're still thinking about acting?"

"Well, I... It's just that the voice in the throat is not very crisp, the fever has subsided, it's okay, it's okay to play silently. ”

"You kids, why are you so persistent. ”

"You don't understand, Mr. Liang, people who have never sung can't experience that kind of taste, on and off the stage, the feeling is different. ”

"Alas。。。。。。 Liang Ping had heard this sentence for the second time in just a few hours.

"If the snow goes down again, I'm afraid it won't be easy to leave the village until dawn. Ran Xinzi said suddenly, as if she was feeling sorry for Liang Ping. "Can't leave ... Oh no, Xinzi, what time is it? ”

"When I came out ... It should already be unitary time. ”

。。。。。。

Liang Ping suddenly remembered Lang Hatian at this time. But he didn't know that not long after he left the inn to look for Su Huachen, Lang Haotian returned to the room early because of the weather, walked to the table, and saw a piece of paper on it: Xiaotian, I have something important to deal with, if you see this paper when you come back, go and rest first, and when you arrive, take the coil and lead the carriage to the gate of the town to wait for me, let's leave as soon as possible - Grandpa Liang.

Lang hattian looked at the ground on the side, the burden had been taken care of, and he wanted to rest as Liang Ping said, but considering the weather outside, and Liang Ping's somewhat dull mood in the past two days, a bad feeling grew in his heart. On one side of the wall, the window was still ajar, and it seemed that Liang Ping jumped out of the window at that time, which further confirmed Lang's thoughts.

"No, I'm going to go find Grandpa. He quickly made a decision, changed his clothes, put his burden on his back, and in order not to alarm the other people in the inn, he also learned that Liang Ping jumped out of the window and fell into the backyard. The snow on the ground was already very thick, one foot deep and one foot shallow, and Lang hattian quietly entered the stable under the cover of the snowstorm. The sheds weren't too tight, and many of the horses had a layer on their manes, so cold that they were huddled in a corner to keep warm. It took him a while to find his horses from the pile, brush away the snow, and pat them on the neck.

"Good horse, suffer, help me again, let's get out of here. The horses seemed very sensible, did not neigh, hesitated a little and followed Lang Haotian out. He tied his horse to the carriage and was about to put down his baggage when a figure floated over his head in the night sky. He believed he wasn't delusional, for there was a cooing sound that followed. This night was so unusual, he didn't want to let go of any situation about his grandfather, thinking about it, just when the black shadow was about to disappear into the distance, he gritted his teeth and was about to get up and follow. His hand slid over a wooden shaft. It was protruding from the baggage, the shaft of a painting. That painting was too important to him, and he couldn't throw it away no matter what, and if he left it in the alley like this with the carriage, he didn't feel at ease.

"Alas, what a trouble!" he finally took his baggage and melted into the snow.

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