Tang Daqing

Zhao Yihuai

"Tang Daqing, go home. ”

one

When Tang Daqing was young, because his parents were blind, he often showed some very human behaviors, which gave his parents a headache.

But finally gave birth to a child, no matter how poor it is, it has to be raised, although the family is not the kind of wealthy family, but Daqing's grandfather's good brother, the diamond king Lao Wu Zhang Sanye really likes Daqing, so he paid out of his pocket to let Daqing and his grandchildren all send to the UK for education.

In fact, this third master knows magic, outsiders except Daqing and his deceased grandfather know, no other Mongolian knows, now there is a talent for Daqing, he thinks that if he can cultivate Daqing into a talent, he can also be regarded as a good thing for Daqing's grandfather who is one step ahead.

But Zhang Sanye's little grandson didn't think so.

"Tang Daqing, you eat me and wear me, and now you have to sleep in a room with me, do you want to be ashamed!" Uncle Zhang, who was only 8 years old, also stuck his waist and stared at Tang Daqing who was sitting at the tea table in his room, Tang Daqing seemed to be inaudible, and continued to gnaw on pig's trotters with a big mouth.

"I hate my grandfather! Obviously, the London School of Magic is a pure-blood, how did he bring you and the little bastard in!" Uncle Zhang also changed from angry eyes to grievances, Tang Daqing was not happy, he put down the pig's trotters, and his eyes widened angrily.

"Who are the mongrels? The third grandfather said that I am very talented! You know a ball?"

Uncle Zhang was also frightened, frowning and not daring to speak.

"Uncle Yi, you are not allowed to swear, grandpa is not allowed to say anything about this, have you forgotten?"

14-year-old Zhang Qiuyue walked in with three bowls of rice balls, glared at Zhang Shuyi, this glance was ten thousand years, and 10-year-old Tang Daqing's heart was moved.

How did he know so much at that time, he only knew that the girl in front of him glared at Zhang Shuyi, she was a person on his side, she was a good person, and he liked her.

"My aunt came here with me, and I was afraid that a few of us would not be used to eating in London, so I cooked a soup dumpling, and after eating, you will go to sleep for me, you know?"

Tang Daqing nodded, reading aloud in his heart, the girl in front of him was so good-looking.

As time passed, they spent spring, autumn, winter and summer in London, and as they grew older, they learned more about the world, and they became more mature to know what the world they were in and what responsibilities they needed to bear.

However, Uncle Zhang and Tang Daqing are not compatible.

Uncle Zhang just couldn't get used to Tang Daqing, and Tang Daqing didn't pay attention to Uncle Zhang. Anyway, as long as Tang Daqing does something, Uncle Zhang will also carry him and say, obviously Tang Daqing is two years older than him, but Uncle Zhang is more like an old mother with a broken mouth, showing that he is not used to Tang Daqing's impure blood, and he looks like he eats him, but he has not seen anyone who is not used to seeing someone, will go to pick up the things that this person throws away and secretly pick them up and sort them out, and the next day he mocks him in a weird tone.

Zhang Qiuyue saw it in her eyes, and only knew how to smile secretly.

two

In 1935, at the age of 18, Tang Daqing became the highest student of the London School of Magic, with excellent grades, and was a disciple of the great magician Master Tyrande.

However, after the domestic war and his parents moved from Chongqing to Guizhou, Zhang Sanye sent someone to pick up his grandchildren and prepare to move to Shanghai to join Qiu Yidian, the current president of Cyril College.

Tang Daqing still has more than half a year to participate in the graduation assessment test, but he hasn't seen his parents for 8 years, except that Zhang Sanye will bring some of his parents' letters and specialties when he comes to visit them, he is almost out of touch, whether his parents are okay during the war, he doesn't know, he wants to go back.

The year before last, his mother gave birth to a younger sister for herself, called Tang Zhaozhi, which made Tang Daqing feel that his mother wanted him to go back, so he didn't want to continue studying, he wanted to go back.

But everyone disagreed.

He'll be graduating right away, and there's no problem waiting an extra year.

Tang Daqing wondered, "Why can Uncle Zhang go back, he is still two terms lower than me." ”

Uncle Zhang on the side was even more angry, where did he want to go, he was not carried by his grandfather to study in a new school in Shanghai that had just been established, and the cultural heritage was not as strong as in London, he would rather go to Chang'an Taixue than go to this school.

"Uncle is also re-studying, he can re-read the first year of high school at his age, but you are now in the third year of high school, and you will graduate in less than a year, at least take the magic qualification certificate and go back." ”

After Zhang Qiuyue finished speaking, he patted Tang Daqing's arm.

Tang Daqing watched the two people who had lived together for eight years suddenly leave, leaving only him, deliberately uneasy, but silent.

Uncle Zhang also carried his luggage and glared at Tang Daqing, "Let's go, no one will talk about you in the future, how wild do you like." ”

Tang Daqing was angry and tilted his head aside, "I really haven't seen an old mother like you, you don't study hard, you deserve to repeat it." ”

Uncle Zhang didn't answer for the first time, ignored him, and left.

However, Tang Daqing has always regretted that he didn't send them on the ferry at that time.

Because the person who sent the Zhang sisters and brothers on the ferry was their senior, the current professor at the highest university in London, Nord Levi.

Tang Daqing missed the only opportunity in his life to meet his rival, and he never knew what his rival was like, and the love that could make Zhang Qiuyue fascinated.

is the love of giving birth to a child for him even if he can't get married, maybe Tang Daqing at that time couldn't experience it anyway.

three

Before Tang Daqing returned to China by ferry, Tyrande gave him a badge, a delicate thing with a sense of age, and on the front was a complex but orderly six-pointed star totem, its outline would flow slowly like floating silver dust.

On the back is a word: "Excelsior."

Constantly improve something.

Tyrande will take Tang Daqing as a disciple for the simple reason that he is not a person with extremely high talent, maybe he is, but he has not yet developed it.

But he was the hardest working man.

Tang Daqing pinned the badge to his clothes, stood on the splint and looked at the smaller and smaller city of London, and his heart was getting more and more reluctant, even if he could return to China soon.

After sitting for several days, when I arrived at the shore, it was just dawn, and after getting off the boat in Zhejiang Province, I took the train to Guizhou as soon as possible and saw my family.

I haven't seen each other for years, and I can't say too many words.

After dinner, Tang Daqing took his little sister and sat on a chair, his mother went to clean up the house for him, and his father sat next to him to repair his watch and adjust the jet lag.

"Dad, aren't you curious about me in London?" Tang Daqing asked tentatively.

"What's curious, the third uncle told me, you guy is easy to learn and willing to do things, and you have learned a good skill. Father adjusted the eyepiece and said very easily, with some pride in his tone.

"But what if I can't find a serious job?"

The father stopped what he was doing and looked at Tang Daqing, "In this era, no matter what serious work there is, you just do what you think is right, and your mother and I support you." ”

So after Tang Daqing chose to settle his parents and young sister, he took the train to Shanghai, first found Zhang Sanye, and saw him again after nine years, but Sanye was still in high spirits, although there were more gray hairs.

He built a house next to the Huangpu River in Shanghai, and the house had an enchantment that connected the most mysterious alley in Shanghai, and at the end of this alley was the entrance to Cyril College in Shanghai.

"This is the school that my old friend Qiu Yidian and Van Louis jointly run, it is a newborn, I think if you don't have a plan at the moment, I can get you a job as a librarian in Cyril, now Cyril is on the right track, there is a shortage of talents, if you think about it properly and want to stay here, you can go to Qiu Lao by yourself, and Mao recommended himself. ”