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When the porridge and rice are served, it is indeed very exquisite.

But I have something on my mind, and I don't have much appetite at all.

I could only ask cautiously: "Uncle, don't you have to deal with government affairs today?" ”

Uncle Fu replied, "There is nothing to do today, and besides, I also want to see how ordinary people celebrate this festival." ”

Hearing this, I pulled out a smile: "Uncle is sympathetic to the people, which is really a blessing for the court." ”

I was thinking in my heart about how to get rid of Uncle Fu later, and mention the matter of leaving to him, but I heard Uncle Fu say: "Today's festival, Tianzhi is not there, I should have asked him to take you around the city, I heard that there is nothing to do in the Hongwen Pavilion today, you and I might as well walk around." ”

Hearing this, I almost choked to death, coughed, and felt that I had lost my honor in front of my elders, so I was very embarrassed.

I heard Uncle Fu say again: "What, you don't want to?" ”

"No, no ......"

I hurriedly said: "It is an honor for my little nephew to be able to go shopping with my uncle, and my little nephew is willing, very willing." ”

I really don't understand, there are so many people in Shengjing City, he wants to go shopping, just find someone to guide him, the senior brother sighed all day long, frustrated with Uncle Fu's snub to him, he didn't care about his son, why did he focus on me? Moreover, the Qixi Festival, the day when the little girl will fall in love, what is there to visit for the two of us big men?

Although he was distressed in his heart, he had to pretend to be happy on his face, and after eating, he followed Uncle Fu to the door of the restaurant, listened to his instructions to the housekeeper, and asked them to go back to the house first.

I was even more depressed, looking at Uncle Fu's appearance, as if he was going to walk with me until dark.

The boys and girls on the street, while wearing jingle bells, are dressed very beautifully, and on the other hand, they are holding folding fans, looking like merry scholars.

Gathered together, in groups of three or five, hugging each other, pushing, protecting each other and playing, the crisp laughter is also a different kind of scenery.

I walked with Uncle Fu, Uncle Fu walked in front, I followed behind him, he is in his fifties this year, although his temperament is elegant, but walking in the middle of these young people, still like an old weeping willow standing among the flowers, knowing that he is shopping, not knowing, but when he came out to find his daughter.

And I, walking next to him, is like a son who is guarded by his father and escorted to go on a blind date, to be honest, a man of my age, just wants to get out of the house as soon as possible and run out to the outside world to break out of the world, who wants to be tied to the belt of the elders, as the child who has not yet been weaned?

Therefore, I was embarrassed, afraid of meeting acquaintances, let them see it, and secretly laughed shamefully.

"I heard your master say that I met you in a small town in the south of the Yangtze River back then?"

There was silence for a long time, Uncle Fu said.

I came back to my senses, looked at him, and mumbled.

Then he said, "Is there anyone else in your house?" ”

"I'm really ashamed, when the flood in the south was in the south, the little nephew's family all died of famine, and now there is only one little nephew left."

Back then, I also learned that Han Zheng left the Rui Wangfu and returned to Jiangnan to live in seclusion, so I rushed over, during which I inquired about him a lot of news, knowing that there was a flood in the south, and he was going to go there to do errands, and by the way, to visit the local victims, so I prepared in advance, wrote and acted in the play, and asked him to take me as an apprentice.

I have never mentioned such a thing to anyone, and until now, everyone thinks that I am just an orphan picked up by Master by chance.

Uncle Fu asked again: "Is there no memory of your family at all?" ”

I wondered why Uncle Fu was interested in such a thing, so I could only answer: "My little nephew was only four years old at the time, and as for the people in the family, I really don't remember much." ”

Hearing this, Uncle Fu sighed, for some reason, I always felt that he seemed to be a little disappointed when he heard my answer.

After a pause, he said: "Actually, it is impossible to say that it is completely forgotten, and there are still so many people, and the little nephew has some impressions." ”

Uncle Fu looked at me and seemed interested, so I could only say, "The mother of the little nephew ......"

His voice grew lower, and he added, "And my father." ”

For Tanabata, I like it both and don't like it very much.

Today, is my birthday, if it was placed in the past, King Jing's mansion would have been lively, my father's subordinates, as well as my mother's clansmen, in their eyes, I am a young master, so everyone loves me as a baby, every day, will prepare all kinds of strange but precious gifts for me.

I don't want any gifts, before the age of four, I was the prince of King Jing, what do I want? I just want my father and mother to be with me and be with me.

But they are always very busy, my father is busy raising troops to rebel, and my mother is busy restoring the status and reputation of their family, and they have little time to see me and each other, but on my birthday, they are always there together, and then, like ordinary people, father, mother and child, three people, stand together, and we can be regarded as a real family.

Before the age of four, about Tanabata, about my birthday, in my memory, I was always happy, but because the people who brought me happiness were gone, so in the next twenty years, this happiness became a kind of pain that tortured me.

Although it was painful, it was one of the few happy memories that I had as Xiao Tan, and only in those memories was that I was Xiao Tan, not Gu Feiran who lived in the eyes of everyone.

"If you can......"

Uncle Fu said: "Take Tianzhi as your family." ”

Although I don't know whether he said this out of sincerity or temporary comfort, I was still quite happy, so I said to him, "Thank you, uncle." ”

After a pause, he lowered his voice and asked tentatively: "Uncle, did you say when you will come back?" ”

The letter that my senior brother gave me is still in my arms, and it is too rude to open the letterhead of others in person, so I don't know what is written in it, and I don't know about my brother's current situation, so I can only ask Uncle Fu like this.

"According to Dongzhou, there is only a little more than a month to go back and forth, so it should be just a few days."

Uncle Fu's answer was a little careless and suspicious, perhaps it was just his guess.

I sighed, no more, and a little depressed.

When he was looking down to think about things, there was a shouting behind him, and then the sound of the wheels crashing on the ground was 'pressing' to the side, and just wanted to look back, Uncle Fu's eyes were quick: "Be careful!" ”

He pulled me aside and asked, "Are you hurt?" ”

I looked at him in shock, and unlike before, he looked a little anxious at this time, and then perhaps even he realized something, and gradually reined in.

Returning to his previous indifferent appearance, he said: "There are many people today, and the streets are chaotic, so be careful." ”

I came back to my senses, looked ahead, and saw that the carriage that had almost hit me had vanished.

It's just that in a trance just now, I seemed to see an old man with white hair and a demon mask driving a carriage.

I felt strange, but I couldn't say anything strange, so I could only hum and continue to follow him silently.

Today's festival, a rich man in the city invited a float to celebrate, the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, the river god and the mountain man, and a group of people dressed up in various shapes to blow and blow.

Uncle Fu and I were in the crowd of people, and we watched from a distance a man with white hair and a scarlet mask playing the role of a demon approaching, he was holding a prop in his hand, performing fire-breathing acrobatics, although it looked scary, but the children liked it, and a group of little children with windmills followed him and laughed.

Originally, the performance was good, but when he walked in front of me, it seemed that he suddenly lost his proportion, and the fire hit me, almost burning my eyebrows.

I narrowly avoided the past, and then I saw that the 'evil ghost', chased by the children, had already walked away, and the scene that had just happened seemed to be just an accident.

I had suspicions, but Uncle Fu was following him, and it was not easy to have a seizure, otherwise he would be suspicious and make him worry uselessly.

I can only smile and say: "It seems that it is not appropriate to go out today, and the little nephew should read the yellow calendar before coming." ”

Uncle Fu looked at me and didn't say anything.

I felt that someone was targeting me, albeit for an unknown purpose, but it was clearly playing a prank.

Thinking of the warlock who stabbed me, I also paid extra attention to the people around me when I was hanging out with Uncle Fu.

However, after the 'evil spirit', strange things were gone, and I searched the streets a few times, but found no suspicious person, and just when I thought that everything was purely accidental, that I was thinking too much, or that the mischievous man had left, another strange thing happened.

In the street performing arts team, there was an old lady, like the first two, she was full of silver hair, wearing a mask, performing darts, I stood in the crowd with Uncle Fu, sure enough, halfway through the performance, but suddenly missed, the darts attacked me, because I had been prepared in advance, so, the darts did not hurt me.

The class owner saw that something was wrong, and hurriedly brought the person to apologize to us, I kept staring at that person, so I didn't pay attention to what the class owner said, it was nothing more than a newcomer who had just arrived, and he hadn't performed on the stage, so he might be a little nervous, so let's not blame him.

The old lady, with a rickety figure, looked seventy or eighty years old, stood behind him in silence, and, to this day, the mask was still not removed.

"It's really admirable that the old lady can have this stunt at such an advanced age."

I walked over and reached out to remove the mask from her face, and to my surprise, what was covered underneath was indeed a completely unfamiliar face that belonged to an old woman.

Staring at the old face, I was silent for a moment, and looked at the mask in my hand, not the one that almost hit me in a carriage, nor the one that almost hurt me when performing a fire-breathing performance, it was a woman's face, miserable and white, and it looked very weird, as if it was a monster named Luo "woman".

After looking at it for a while, he raised his eyes to look at the 'woman' and said, "I like this mask very much, you almost hurt me just now, so give it to me as a gift." ”

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