Zheng Haoran returned home. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

His home was on the sixth floor of a dilapidated family home, which his father had left him.

Since he can remember, Zheng Haoran has never seen his father or his mother, he was raised by a lonely old man. In terms of age, the old man was his grandfather, but the old man was unusually strange, and he was not allowed to call him grandpa, but called him young master.

It's really funny, there is a young master like him who can't eat a meal of meat a week? When he went to school and lived in school, others had a living allowance of about 100 yuan a week, and the worst was 60 or 70 yuan, while he was known as Zheng Shao, and he only had 30 yuan of living expenses a week.

Every day, in addition to steamed pickles or steamed pickles, the best lunch meal is just instant noodles, and they are worth a few dimes, the most inferior kind of instant noodles.

When Zheng Haoran was seventeen years old, the old man died, leaving him an inheritance of 100,000 yuan. He originally planned to use this inheritance to live a real young master life for a few days, but he thought that if he wanted to live a good life in the future, he would have to study hard if he had meat to eat, and only by being admitted to college could he find a good job and earn money to live a good life, and the tuition fee of the university was not cheap, so he continued to live a poor life, and when the four years of college were over, the inheritance was almost spent.

When he came back this time, Zheng Haoran wanted to sell his family's old house, take the money to go to the big city to pay a down payment to buy a small house, and then find a good job, so as to live a white-collar life. Just as he was packing up his room and preparing to sell the house, he found a suicide note, which was left by the old man who raised him.

The testament is two large pages, and it tells the same thing over and over again. Thousands of instructions that this house must not be sold. Keep the house, Zheng Haoran's parents may find Zheng Haoran in the future, and the house is sold, but I am afraid that the family will never see each other again.

Zheng Haoran has no impression of his parents, so he has no family affection at all, on the contrary, he hates his parents very much. Why, everyone else has parents, but he doesn't. Why did they give birth to him but did not raise him, and left him to an old man, and disappeared without a trace. He didn't want to pay attention to the suicide note and continued to sell his house, but when he cleaned up the house, he changed his mind and was not ready to sell the house. He wanted to see what kind of parents would abandon him when he was young.

The old man said that the name Zheng Haoran was given to him by his father, hoping that he could be righteous and heroic, hoe the strong and help the weak, and settle the injustices in the world. He also wanted to see why the man who could say such a thing would abandon him and ignore such a thing.

Lying on his bed, Zheng Haoran took out the business card again and looked at it several times.

Heroic Fang Tang? The business card was given by the bad old man, so the bad old man's surname is Tang, but what does the word "hero" mean?

In Zheng Haoran's heart, those who can be worthy of the word "hero" are usually iron men with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, and with the dignity of that bad old man, he is completely out of tune with the hero. As for Fangjia Street, he also knew that it was a famous old street in the small county where he lived, which seemed to have a history of five or six hundred years. In the past, I have been there countless times to call friends, but I have never paid attention to the house number. This, where is No. 17 Fangjia Street? However, he is not worried about the address, as long as there is a house number, he can always find it.

In a daze, Zheng Haoran fell asleep, and when he opened his eyes again, it was already dawn. He washed his face, went downstairs to eat casually, and strolled in the direction of Fangjia Street. As he expected, there was a house number in front of the door of each house, and he couldn't help but be a little surprised when he stood in front of No. 17 Fangjia Street.

The gates of the side houses are two vermilion lacquered wooden doors, and the gate of this house is a rusty iron door. The doors of the side houses are four or five meters wide, and the doors of this house are less than one meter, and people who are a little fatter have to turn sideways to enter.

In Zheng Haoran's impression, all heroes cannot be said to be rich and noble, but they must always be well-off. The threshold of this home is so narrow and dilapidated, which is where the hero should live. He even felt that Fang Tang, a bad old man, could not be a hero at all, let alone pass on his martial arts, so he immediately retreated. However, he cherished the dream of martial arts, and last night he dreamed that he had peerless martial arts, hoeing the strong and helping the weak, happy revenge, and being praised and praised by the people of Pingtou, how wonderful that feeling was. He thought about it, if he comes, he will be safe, whether Fang Tang is a hero or not, whether he can pass on his martial arts, he has to go in and take a look, so as not to regret it in the future. In case a person can't be disguised, Fang Tang is really a peerless student, and his dream will not come true.

There was an electric bell button on the door, and he reached out and pressed it two or three times. I don't know if the doorbell is broken, and there is no response at all. He reached out to pat the iron door, and only then did he slap it, and the iron door "squeaked" and opened a crack.

Zheng Haoran laughed at himself and said, "It turns out that the door is not locked. He shook his head, and said secretly, "There will be something precious in such a broken portal." The thief does not want to come in, so there is no need to lock it. He pushed the door open and stepped inside.

Fangjia Street is an old street with a number of years, and all such old streets are generally courtyard-style buildings, with courtyards inside, and some even have cloister gardens. Entering No. 17 Fangjia Street, there was no courtyard or cloister garden, just a small house slightly larger than the door. On the left there is a small wooden bed, on the right side of the wall is a cook, in the middle there is a small table for eating, and on the top wall there is a painting.

This was what Zheng Haoran expected, and he was not very disappointed, but there was no one in the house, and he wanted to come to Fang Tang for breakfast.

In order to avoid suspicion, lest something was missing in the house, Fang Tang suspected that it was him, Zheng Haoran wanted to leave the house and wait for Fang Tang to come back. Thinking about it again, there was nothing valuable in the house, and he didn't need to avoid suspicion, so he decided to wait in the house. To pass the time, he walked over to the painting and looked at it.

The painting is a landscape painting of burnt ink, and the use of pen and ink is very sophisticated. Zheng Haoran didn't understand this, but felt that the mountains in the painting were grim, which made people feel immersive.

He glanced at the painting and saw that there were two thatched huts at the bottom of the painting, and an old man in front of the house stood with his back to him, looking up at the mountain. Although he couldn't see the old man's face clearly, judging from the back, it looked like Fang Tang.

Zheng Haoran muttered to himself: "This bad old man is really narcissistic enough, and he has to paint himself in the painting." Originally, this painting was very good, but with him as a bad old man, the artistic conception was completely ruined, and I don't know which painter painted it. He looked at the payment again, first saw the words "Huashan Tianxian", and then saw a line of small characters, with the year of the heavenly stem and the name of the painter.

He gently read the painter's name twice, and said secretly: "Hou Yanmin, it seems to be a woman." I've never heard of her name, and it seems that she is not a famous painter. Only this kind of unknown painter would agree to Fang Tang's unreasonable request and paint Fang Tang into the painting. However, the painting is still very good, but there is a Fang Tang in it, and the scenery is ruined! ”

At this time, the iron door made a "squeak" sound, and Zheng Haoran returned to Fang Tang, turned around and greeted the door.