Chapter 124: Chatting in the Courtyard

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"Say, what kind of person was that General Hua a hundred years ago?"

This is a big mansion, and there is an adult living in the house, but his name is villain, and the big man called the villain loves the sweet pastries in Bao'er Lou very much, so he will spend half or even a whole hour every day to taste the pastries in Bao'er Lou. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It's just that the time he tastes pastries is often at night, lined with the moonlight, smelling the fragrance of flowers, tasting the sweet and glutinous osmanthus cake that melts in his mouth, and brewing a pot of southern cloud tea, which is of course extremely beautiful.

When enjoying dessert, the big man didn't like to be around or talk, but today, he picked a time that was not usual, and he did a few things that were not usual.

He was in the courtyard, there was no fragrance of flowers, he couldn't see the moonlight, and when he looked up, even the bright sun in summer was misty, as if he was covered with a veil and a layer of fog, and he couldn't see it really.

And there was an extra person on the chair that should have been empty on weekdays, and the chair was side by side with the chair, and the person on top of it was also sitting side by side with the adult.

It was a young man, a very gentle and pleasant looking boy, who was always smiling, and nothing seemed to make him forget to smile.

He was a guest of this great mansion, and he had come from the south to Lin'an.

He is an amiable boy, but he is not a boy who likes pastries very much, and even if he likes it, he doesn't like it like that adult, but he likes it in general, at least not like that adult, who has to come for an hour every day to taste his favorite pastries.

So he looked at the table between the two chairs, he was a little distressed, there were only all kinds of pastries on it, he counted the lines on the osmanthus cake, he ate very little, and said very little.

But the adult didn't seem to see the young man's distress at all, just slowly put the crispy pastry into his mouth, ate a lot, and talked a lot, the question about the flower general a hundred years ago was what he asked very casually, like just some broken words brought by desserts, which couldn't be true, and couldn't be counted.

But the boy next to him was a very serious boy, and he took everything that he couldn't take seriously, and what he didn't count.

Very seriously, very seriously thought about it for a long time, he had heard of General Hua's reputation, that it was a somewhat pleasing general, although his pleasing place often came from another general who was more famous than him.

He was also a very likable general, but he didn't like the so-called famous families.

But the young man was also a member of those noble clans, but he liked the general very much, and regarded the general as his idol, just like many people.

But now there are many people who have only heard of the reputation of that General Xia, and it is not a good reputation, but that General Hua is rarely mentioned.

But the boy had read a lot of books, a lot of books by a lake like a mirror, and there were many people in the books, so he was not very strange to the people of a hundred years ago, and he was not ignorant of the things of a hundred years ago.

Even because of a certain venerable old man, he is quite familiar with the things of a hundred years ago.

But that definitely does not include the truth of that deeply hidden matter.

The young man was silent, not saying anything, and didn't know what the middle-aged man in front of him, who was no longer a teenager, was mentioning that person for, just waiting for the adult to continue to say what he wanted to say.

The adult was not in a hurry, put the last bit of osmanthus cake on the table into his mouth, closed his eyes, and slowly felt the refreshing taste of the rich melting osmanthus in his mouth.

Even the bitterness of the tea that lingered between the lips and teeth could not resist the refreshing aroma in the slightest.

On the contrary, the aroma of pastries mixed with the fragrance of tea is more long, lingering in the throat for a long time and between the lips and teeth.

It's as if time has been stretched out by that sweet and glutinous scent, and it hasn't been a long time since that sweet time, and the adult didn't say a word before the sweetness ended.

Naturally, the story that has continued from a hundred years ago to the present has not been told from the sweet lips of that adult.

Stories of gore and betrayal are not suitable for those sweet ones.

Finally, before the gray sky became even darker, after the sweetness was completely gone, a little sweetness was leaked from the bitterness when the bitterness of the cloud tea between the lips and teeth swept back again.

It's not the sweetness of pastries, it's the sweetness of blood.

"I know him, but he doesn't know me. ”

This is a nonsense, only people who have nothing to say will say some nonsense, but the next sentence is not nonsense.

"But he knows people in my family. ”

The people in the family, the story of a hundred years ago should also be the people of a hundred years ago, and which family is the family?

This adult's surname is Cai, Cai of the villain, his family is naturally surnamed Cai, and the Cai family a hundred years ago was just an ordinary Cai family, just like the current Hua family, a small and inconspicuous family.

However, General Hua was also a popular figure at that time, but one was an unknown Cai family, and the other was a powerful figure, and the two had nothing to do with each other.

If you insist on talking about the relationship, then only both belong to the same generation.

After all, it was still the same era, so Cai Xiaoren knew a little about the things at that time, and he knew a lot about it.

"He's not a hero, but he's a hero. But it's a boring hero. ”

There are not many people in the world who can be called heroes, what kind of heroes are interesting? What kind of heroes are not interesting?

Why is General Hua, the representative of the volunteers, a meaningless hero? What kind of hero are you?

These were all questions, these were the questions that the young man wanted to ask, but the questions lingered in his mouth for a long time, and they were not asked by him, for some reason, the young man looked up at the northwest side of the courtyard, there was nothing in the northwest direction, there was a well in the courtyard, there was a tree, but the well and the tree were not in that direction.

There is nothing there.

Lord Cai didn't say anything more, just sighed and looked up at the sky, which happened to be the northwest sky, and it happened to be nothing in the sky.

Then Master Cai continued to lower his head, looked at the delicate pastries on the table, picked up a piece of glutinous rice cake and put it in his mouth.

The glutinous rice cake is a little red, and the red one is very cute and interesting.

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Good luck to you, this is today's chapter, I'll try to write a little longer, good luck to me.