Promotion, getting rich and marrying a wife are the three things that a man should be most happy about in his life.

But some people just didn't plan to marry a wife, or he had already planned it, but he just didn't dare to speak.

For example, this Meng Dajun division in our Northwest Army.

Since the reformation of the Northwest Army, Meng Feihang can be seen in these battles.

Whether it is siege equipment, or Modao heavy armored cavalry, and elite divisions such as the horizontal knife battalion, they are all from Meng Feihang's handwriting.

But such a person, who came here but has not yet settled down, really makes people can't understand what he is thinking.

In fact, what he was thinking, some discerning people had already seen it, such as Rong Mingzhi, but Rong Mingzhi never said it, because the person he had taken a fancy to was really unsatisfactory.

Although there is no ideological shackle of male superiority and inferiority in this era, there are also differences in family and identity.

The different levels of the door are bound to suffer from white eyes.

The different levels of identity are bound to provoke criticism.

Especially for a man, if the difference in identity is too big, people will say that you are using a woman to take the position, and so on There are always some unbearable words.

In the same way, men will marry high-ranking women, and women will also have high-ranking marriages.

Once a woman marries highly, she will not get due respect in her husband's family, not to mention, but will be controlled by others everywhere.

If the husband has a good temper, then it is okay to say, and the life is not sad, but if the husband has a bad temper, then the life will be sad.

Not to mention, just having three wives and four concubines is something that ordinary women can't accept.

As a person from a highly civilized era, Meng Feihang hated this kind of thing very much.

Although such things also existed in their time, and such men also had a general term called 'little white face', it still did not delay him from hating this kind of thing.

During this time, the ordnance camp and sand farming were on track, and Meng Feihang also returned to Tongquan Province from the border.

However, Meng Feihang's recent reputation is not very good, not because of anything else, but because he has been nostalgic for the land of fireworks.

No matter what era, no matter where you are, if the literati go to the land of fireworks, it may be said to be elegant taste.

But if an official wants to be nostalgic for the land of fireworks, it will be said to be a good job.

It is precisely such a situation that Meng Feihang is facing, and there are few people in the entire Tongquan Mansion who say good things about Meng Feihang, and they all say that this military advisor is not doing his job.

Meng Feihang disdained this, and still did what he should do.

After finishing his business today, Meng Feihang changed into civilian clothes and left the house and went straight to the Tasting Pavilion in Tongquan Mansion.

The old bustard of the Xiangxiang Pavilion had already known this young and promising Meng Daren.

When he saw him come in, he immediately greeted him with a smile on his face and said, "Young Master Meng, you are here to listen to Miss Qinglan sing today?"

Meng Feihang chuckled, took out the silver ingot from his pocket, and said, "It's still the old position, please arrange it." ”

After taking the silver ingot, the old bustard smiled even brighter, and said, "Okay, Master Meng, you come with me, and the melon, fruit, and wine will be delivered immediately." ”

The old position Meng Feihang mentioned was a small table on the second floor of the stage in the hall, and he didn't sit down for a long time before someone came over with wine and food.

Xiao Er put the wine and side dishes on the table one by one, and then said with a smile: "Meng Gongzi, you use it slowly." ”

Meng Feihang nodded, took out a smaller silver ingot from his pocket, put it on the tray, and said, "Reward you." ”

"Meng Gongzi is really generous. ”

Seeing the silver, Xiao Er smiled, and then said, "Miss Qinglan will come out soon, you wait." ”

Meng Feihang still smiled and nodded, and then sat there drinking alone, and the group of women with straight eyes were playing and singing on the stage......

Although there were many women, none of them were the ones he wanted to see.

It can be seen that the woman was not there, and his interest was not high.

I don't know how long it has been, and finally a woman in a cyan dress walked up from the stage with Yaoqin in her arms.

This woman looked to be seventeen or eighteen years old, with white skin and snow, slender eyebrows, black eyes, a blush like clouds in the sky, and a round goose egg face that made people want to love and pity her.

When he saw this woman, Meng Feihang's eyes were also attracted.

The woman sat in the center position, raised her eyes and swept Meng Feihang's direction, nodded with a smile on the corner of her mouth, and then began to play.

The sound of the yaoqin is both clear and distant, elegant and elegant, happy but not lewd, sad but not sad, resentful but not angry, gentle and mellow, which makes people unable to extricate themselves from the sound of the piano when they listen to it.

I don't know if Meng Feihang drank too much today or what, he actually stood up directly from his position, went downstairs, and looked at the woman quietly under the stage.

Raising his hand and drinking all the wine in the cup, Meng Feihang looked directly at the other girl and said, "Girl, can you lend me your flute?"

The woman was strange, but she knew that he came often, and she knew that he was a big man, so she did not hesitate to hand him the flute in her hand.

Meng Feihang learned this bile pipe instrument when he was in another world, and he played the long flute melodiously, and the sound of the piano gradually began to match the sound of the flute, and then the sound of the flute began to meet the sound of the piano.

The two kinds of music come together so tactfully, fresh and elegant.

The guests couldn't help but immerse themselves in the soothing and beautiful melody, as if they were alone in the mountains, looking at the small bridge and flowing water, and the feeling of relaxation and happiness came from within.

The sound of the flute is gently turned, telling the endless thoughts of the flute man.

People can't help but be brought into it, and an indescribable feeling also fills the heart.

The sound of the flute is like the sound of heaven, as if it has traveled through endless years to a world that others cannot imagine or believe.

He was homesick......

He's really homesick......

In the blink of an eye, he'd been here for several years.

I don't know how my family is, and I don't know if they miss them as much as I do.

Or maybe they've forgotten that they existed......

As soon as the song fell, Meng Feihang raised his hand to wipe away the tears in his eyes, glanced back at the girl in Tsing Yi, and then stepped back to his position and continued to drink alone.

Looking at the wine in the cup, Meng Feihang didn't know what he was thinking, and after a long time, he said: "Life is just a few autumns, why do you feel sad and worried, you are young and ignorant and chase the bright moon, and you hate the moon when you are exhausted." ”

Recently, Meng Feihang didn't know why he was in such a bad mood.

It was so bad that he didn't want to do anything, he just wanted to be quiet and personal.

But even if he stays quietly, he still can't get peace in his heart, and he still thinks about things and can't sleep all day.

He was very uncomfortable, very, very uncomfortable, so uncomfortable that he even wanted to apply to Chu Yujia to go to the battlefield in person, and if he died, he might be able to go home......