Even if there is a big movement in the Lu Mansion, Ye San and Ye Luhuan, who left, don't know.

Ye San followed Ye Luhuan out, waiting carefully along the way. Seeing Ye Luhuan walking around, he was afraid that he would get lost, so he called the "Fourth Young Master" all over the street.

Ye Luhuan smiled and said: "The third uncle doesn't need to be so formalistic outside, just call me Lu Huan." ”

Ye San shook his head and said, "Fourth Young Master, outside, there are some etiquettes that cannot be left untouched, you are close to me Ye San, and Ye San has received it." ”

Ye Luhuan only smiled and didn't correct it, the two walked aimlessly, and suddenly passed by a kite shop.

Ye Luhuan was a little surprised, and said, "At this time, there are still people selling kites?" ”

When the shopkeeper saw a guest coming, he hurriedly greeted him and said, "Young master, do you want to buy kites?" We have a lot of styles here, and the young master picks them slowly. ”

Ye Luhuan looked left and right, pointed to a Monkey King's kite, and said with a smile: "Third uncle, look, do you remember that you made a Monkey King for me when you were a child, it's very beautiful." ”

Ye San couldn't help but laugh when he thought of the old days, and said, "It's just that I was confused at random, but I remember that the fourth young master really likes it, and he cried for a long time when he was accidentally broken by the eldest young master." The old lady felt sorry for you and told me to make another one, but you said 'not the original one', so you don't want it. ”

Ye Luhuan couldn't help but smile when he heard the embarrassing things in his childhood, touched the kite in front of him again, and said: "Actually, it's not that I don't want it, it's just that my mother said that when you made a kite for me, you injured your hand, so I don't want to trouble you anymore." ”

As he spoke, he stared at Ye San's eyes, Ye San was panicked when he saw it, and hurriedly staggered his gaze, took out his money bag and said, "Then buy another one today." ”

"No need," Ye Luhuan stopped Ye San and said with a smile: "Lu Huan liked to play when he was a child, but now that he has grown up, he naturally doesn't love it anymore." ”

Ye San froze slightly, but Ye Lu smiled but stepped out of the store.

In the scorching sun, Ye Luhuan pulled his clothes and shouted thirsty, "I just forgot to drink saliva and came out again." ”

Ye San said: "There is a teahouse in front, let's go and sit?" ”

Ye Luhuan looked not far away, nodded and replied with a smile: "Okay, I'll go to the teahouse today." ”

Ye San couldn't help but smile and said, "There is a storyteller in the teahouse, and they all say that he speaks very well. ”

Ye Luhuan was more interested, and urged Ye San to hurry up with a smile.

The two-storey teahouse is called Qingfeng Teahouse, and the decoration is based on simplicity, and the place where a curtain blocks it is the place where tea is boiled.

The price of tea is much cheaper than that in Lianghe Town, Ye San gave more money, and Xiao Er invited the two to go up to the second floor.

Ye Luhuan smiled as soon as he went upstairs, he was downstairs just now, but there were only a few people, I thought that this place would be so deserted, but who knew that when I got to the second floor, it was really full of friends, and the seats were full.

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Presumably Mr. Storyteller said something wonderful, those people were waiting with bated breath, Ye Luhuan and Ye San found a window position to sit down, and suddenly the gentleman said, "Guess what?" The man actually shouted, a vertical jump, heh! An iron fist slammed into the head of the big insect, ha, this big insect with eyes as big as a lantern and a body like a small mountain twitched like this, and died! ”

After some explanation, his white beard trembled, but it made Ye Lu laugh happily.

"Hah!" Everyone clapped their hands and laughed, and they all said, "How can a person beat a tiger with his bare hands?" ! ”

The storyteller was more serious with the man and said, "Why can't you beat it?" Could it be that foreigners say that we are the sick men of East Asia, and we are really like that? ”

The man sneered: "Heh, you just talk here, the Queen Mother and the Emperor have fled, if Beijing City can't be defended, please go to the battlefield, sir, don't hide here and shout." ”

The gentleman was so angry that he threw away the book in his hand and said, "Do you know that the stiff and lonely village does not mourn itself, and Shang Si is the national military wheel." ”

"Heh," the man deliberately provoked trouble, and said, "I will listen to the old slippery head say this, when you can come back from the battlefield alive, Lao Tzu will obey you." ”

"Rotten wood can't be carved!" After all, the gentleman was a scholar, and he couldn't swear words, so when he said such a sentence, his old face turned red.

Ye Luhuan smiled, stood up, and said, "I said this gentleman, since you know that 'rotten wood cannot be carved', why do you have to talk to such a person again?" ”

When the man heard someone turning a corner and talking about himself, he was naturally unconvinced, so he looked back at Ye Luhuan and scolded: "Dare to scold your grandfather and me, where did the yellow-haired child come from?" ”

"I'm not a yellow-haired child." Ye Lu laughed and said: "It's you, who are tall and big, and you can only bully an old gentleman who reads, it's really a shame to be thrown home." ”

The man was about to scold, but when he saw that the people around him were pointing fingers at him, his face was a little unbearable. Ye Luhuan said again: "Look, if you can't hold your breath so much, are you going to scold the street?" ”

Everyone laughed, Ye Luhuan sat down again, and said, "You have all this energy, why don't you go to the battlefield by yourself?" ”

The man didn't stand or sit, so he left a sentence: "I, Chen Si, am not easy to mess with, you remember it for me!" "Gone in ashes.

Everyone said "yo", and then forgot about it, and urged the storyteller to continue.

Ye Luhuan knew in his heart that now the Qing Dynasty was in danger, and in the face of the invasion of foreigners, the government was servile and did not dare to face it. Everyone is full of enthusiasm, but they have no way to serve the country, so they can only indulge in all kinds of fantasy dreams...... It's sad.

The storyteller was also sad, thought about it, and told a story about Yue Fei's loyalty to the country.

Ye San saw that it was still early, and Ye Luhuan also listened to it with relish, so he was not in a hurry to leave. I quietly went downstairs, intending to bring him some snacks.

He bought fried chestnuts and garlic peanuts with sugar according to Ye Luhuan's preferences when he was a child, and when he paid for it, he thought of what Ye Luhuan said: "Luhuan liked to play when he was a child, but now that he has grown up, he naturally doesn't love ......"

Feeling a faint heartache, he pinched the snack wrapped in butter paper in his hand, and muttered, "I'm afraid you don't like this either......"

When he went upstairs, he found that Ye Luhuan had fallen asleep on the table.

Ye San carefully put things aside, almost crying. Ye Luhuan in front of him, how long has he not sat with him like this?

He still remembered the scene when Ye Luhuan went to the UK and lost contact with the Ye family, he tried his best to find someone, if it weren't for Mrs. Ye telling him to be careful to let others see his doubts, he almost wanted to shout: "The person who has lost his trace is my ......"

It's my son!

Ye San looked at the sleeping Ye Luhuan and smiled lightly, he thought of the Lin family, and couldn't help but think: "Yujing, if you are here, how good it would be." ”

Obviously listening to the plot of his mother-in-law's tattoo that made the boy's blood boil, everyone present looked at the straight middle-aged man sitting by the window in surprise, and his eyes were red.