The next day, Lao Yao came to see me before lunchtime. He complimented me on last night's video in a warm tone. He was moved, and undoubtedly he was taught a lesson. He even told me that he would pay attention to Xiaohu's education in the future.

I smiled with satisfaction. I'm sure he'll do what he says.

"Xiaohu came back yesterday, right?" I asked in passing.

"Nope. Yesterday I came back with Zhaohua too late to send someone to pick him up. I must pick him up today," said Lao Yao, smiling reassuringly.

Lao Yao didn't brag. The next morning, Lao Wen came to slap his face and told me that Young Master Hu went home last night and is now going to school. Later, he said that Young Master Tiger refused to get up today, but the old man pulled him up, and the old man almost lost his temper, so Young Master Hu had to sit in the car quietly and let Lao Li pull him to school.

The news made me feel very happy, and I felt a lot more relaxed. I washed my face and went for a walk in the garden as usual. I started working shortly after eating breakfast.

I'm sorting out my novels. The work I expected to write in more than three weeks took me so many days. I almost lost faith in that senior writer. He has already sent two letters urging the draft. I decided to send it out within this week.

The finishing work went quite smoothly. In the second half of the day, Lao Yao and his wife came to the garden, and I was already reading one-fifth of the original manuscript.

They were going to Wanjia, and the car was ready, so they stopped by me and sat down for a while, perhaps with another purpose: to let me see that they had been reconciled. The weather suddenly warmed up in the afternoon. The husband wears a white summer cloth gown, and the wife wears a cheongsam of sky blue English linen. Both men had happy expressions on their faces.

"Thank you, Mr. Li," Mrs. Yao said with a smile when she saw the manuscript paper spread out in front of me. "I think you've changed the ending well."

"Thanks to you, Mrs. Yao, for bringing them back to life," I replied cheerfully.

"Actually, your novel should be called "The Garden". You wrote it in our garden," Lao Yao interjected beside him.

"yes. Mr. Lai can use the title of the book as a memento. Originally, there was a teahouse in the book, and the blind woman used to sing books there. The coachman waited at the door of the teahouse every day, sometimes seeing the blind woman coming in, sometimes seeing her out, and occasionally pulling her cart. That's where they recognized. Later, the blind woman's voice was broken, so she stopped singing in that teahouse. There was also a garden in that teahouse, which Mr. Li called Ming Yuan. If you want to change it, change it into a rest garden," went on to say this to her husband, but she also wanted me to hear it. I was very glad to hear her speak so familiarly about my novel, and I was willing to do what she wanted to do with it.

"Yes, yes, just call that teahouse a rest garden, and no one will come to us to eat tea. Lao Li, what do you think? Old Yao asked me happily.

I promised them. I also said, "Since you don't care, what am I afraid of?" I picked up the pen and immediately inscribed the words "Rest Garden" on the cover.

When they left, I accompanied them out. Two new pots of gardenias on the green bench outside the railing were blooming, and a rich sweet fragrance hit my nose. We stood in front of the bar for a moment.

"Mr. Li, please don't go out the day after tomorrow, just spend the Dragon Boat Festival at our house," Mrs. Yao said with a sideways face.

I smiled and agreed.

"Ah, I forgot to tell you," Lao Yao suddenly said to me loudly, and he patted me on the shoulder, "I met my friend yesterday, and I told him that I would go to Yang Laosan's business after the holidays." Not only did he agree to accompany me, but he also had to go to the person in charge to clear it up first. I'm pretty sure of things. ”

"Yay. When things are done, Yang Meng's body is well recovered, and the job is determined, we will inform his family again, at least his youngest son is very happy; But I'm still worried about whether his bad habits will change for the better," I said with a smile.

"It doesn't matter, after Yang Laosan came out, everything was wrapped up in me," Lao Yao said, and made a gesture proudly.

"Mr. Li, are there many mosquitoes in the flower hall? I instructed Lao Wen to buy mosquito coils the day before yesterday, did he light mosquito coils for you? Mrs. Yao interjected.

"Not much, not much, without mosquito coils, and with screens," I said politely.

"No, the screen window alone is not enough, and mosquito coils must be lit in the flower hall! It must be that Lao Wen forgot, and I will tell him later," Lao Yao said.

When we walked out of the garden gate, we saw the car parked outside the second gate, and Lao Wen was standing in the patio talking to the coachmen. Before Mrs. Yao got in the car, she told Lao Wen about buying mosquito coils, and I heard Lao Wen admit to her that he had forgotten about it. An apologetic smile appeared on Lao Wen's wrinkled old face. But no one rebuked him.

When I returned to the garden, I felt very calm, and I read the original manuscript that I had changed in the first half of the day again, and I changed the signboard of the teahouse to "Rest Garden" according to the meaning of the old Yao couple.

I worked until dark and didn't feel tired. Lao Wen sent mosquito coils. I didn't like the smell of mosquito coils, but I had to let him light one and stick it in the corner of the house. I closed the door. The screen window stopped the mosquitoes from flying. The room was quite quiet and quite comfortable. I turned on the lights and continued to work until three o'clock in the evening, when I finished the whole manuscript.

After I fell asleep, I kept having strange dreams. I dreamed that I was a coachman and dragged Mrs. Yao to the cinema. When I got to the cinema, I got off the car, but the people in the car became the children of the Yang family! Cinemas have also become prisons. I followed the child into the inside, and I met a forbidden son who took Yang Mengluo out. When the forbidden son saw us, he said, "The man has been handed over to you, and I will not care about it from now on." When he had finished speaking, he was gone. There is no prison anymore. There were just three of us standing in a large patio. Yang Mengzhi is wearing shackles, we want to open it for him, but there is no way. Suddenly, the alarm sounded, and the enemy plane came immediately, only the rumbling and rumbling ** sound was heard, and I woke up in a hurry. The second time I dreamed that I was locked up in prison, and Yang Mengluo was in the same room as me. I don't know what I came in for. He said he didn't know about his charges either. He also said that his eldest son was trying to save him. His eldest son came to see him that day. He was overjoyed. But when he came back from his visit, he told me that his eldest son had told him that his sin had been condemned: the death penalty and that there was no way to save him. He also said that horizontal and vertical is a death, and it is better to commit suicide. As he spoke, he put his head against the wall. He touched his head at once, and his whole head was shattered, and it was blood, and it was **...... I screamed in fright. When I woke up, my head was sweating and my heart was pounding. The first birds sounded outside the window. The sky is starting to turn white.

Then I fell back into a deep sleep. I didn't get up until after nine o'clock.

I lack self-confidence in my novel. When it came time to send it to me, I hesitated to use it to waste the time of my predecessors. I looked at it again the day and put it away. One day after the Dragon Boat Festival, I took out the original manuscript to read it again, changed it again, and it took two days in total, and finally I made up my mind to seal it and take it to the post office to send it myself.

When I came back from the post office, I was bumped into Lao Yao's car stopping outside the second gate. He hurriedly jumped out of the car, grabbed me by the arm and said, "You've come back just in time, I have news for you." ”

"What's the news?" I asked in surprise.

"I have found out the whereabouts of Yang Laosan," he replied briefly.

"Where is he? Can I get out on bail? I asked him in surprise, I forgot to notice his face.

"He's already out."

"Already out? So where is it now? ”

"Let's talk in your room," said Yao with a frown. As I walked, I thought: Did he escape?

We entered the Lower Flower Hall. Lao Yao sat down on the sofa where he used to sit. I looked firmly at his lips, waiting for them to open.

"He's dead," Yao said these three words, and closed his mouth again.

"Really? I don't believe it! He wouldn't have died so quickly! "I said bitterly, the blow came too quickly." How do you know it's him who died! ”

"He's dead, I asked very clearly. Didn't you tell me what he looked like? They all remember him, his appearance is exactly the same as you said, he changed his surname to Meng, and his name is Chi. It's not who he is! I inquired about his charges and said that he had attempted theft, that he was a habitual thief, and that he was involved in a certain theft. It's only been a little over a month. ”

"How did he die?" I interjected.

"He was sick and died. It is said that one day he came back with a stone with his companions, and the next day he died and refused to go out, and they beat him, and he pretended to be sick that day. They literally sent him to the patient's room. He was not seriously ill, but he contracted cholera there, and no one paid attention to him, and he died in less than three days. The corpse was wrapped in a mat, and I didn't know where I left it when I took it out. ”

"So where did they bury him? Let's go find his body, buy a piece of land to bury it, and erect a monument to him. I can get a little money for that novel when it is sent. I can give half of it. ”

Lao Yao shook his head decisively and said, "I'm afraid only his ghost knows where he is buried!" That's what I meant. But I couldn't ask about the whereabouts of his body. Who would dare to stick to the person who died of cholera! Needless to say, it's all over if it's lost. It is said that they always left the dead in a mass grave dam outside the east gate, and often gave the wild dogs to eat only a few bones. Even if we find a place, we can't tell which bone belongs to which person. ”

I gave a cold snort. I quickly gritted my teeth. A sudden wave of emotion slowly passed.

"Alas, this is the fate of our old owner of the garden, I can't imagine that our camellia tree still has his name engraved on it!" Lao Yao sighed sympathetically.

Dead, and that's how the child's story ended. Is all this possible? Am I not dreaming? What a difference this is from my weird nightmare! I suddenly remembered the text message he had left for his youngest son. "Think of me as a dead man...... Let me live this life in peace. "Did he live his life like this? I can't say I sympathize with him. But when I remembered the situation at the Great Immortal Temple, tears flowed from my eyes.

"I'll tell Zhaohua," said Yao as if to himself, his voice a little hoarse; He let out another short sigh and walked out.

I sat still, staring at his back. An irresistible tiredness weighed down from the head. I closed my eyes in submission.