Daming Yinghua

After Gu Shouqian sank into the nightmare of pain and clamminess, countless beauties with white lines floated in front of his eyes.

In the chaos, he could still tell that it was the embroidery drawn by Han Ximeng.

Those beauties, with their robes fluttering back and forth, finally stayed on Dong Qichang's painting "White Clouds in Xiaoxiang".

The cloudy and foggy scene faded away.

I understand you, Gu Shouqian shouted to the void world with difficulty, Ximeng, only I understand you, your needlework comes from brushwork and surpasses brushwork, and your use of color comes from Danqing but surpasses Danqing, even if you will The embroidery style of ladies with feathers and feathers is higher than that of literati landscape paintings, and I also think so.

But you look down on me more and more, and look down on the teachers and friends I made friends with. I am like the cloud and smoke in Dong Gong's paintings, fading out of your sight.

Gu Shouqian was like a silk thread woven by both physical and mental pain, entangled his mouth and nose, and fell into suffocation.

Until someone picked up his shoulders and dragged him away from the abyss of death.

With the last trace of warmth, the hands of the setting sun cupped his face.

When Gu Shouqian opened his eyes again, he saw the lady in the embroidery pattern drawn by his wife.

Just the cheeks, half covered.

Gu Shouqian stared at the half of the face, and finally showed shock in his eyes that were distracted and then focused.

"Three, Miss San?"

Seeing that her brother-in-law recognized her, Han Xiying hurriedly backed away, lowered her head, twisted her palms, and said "Mr. Gu" in a low voice.

cramped and unfamiliar.

Gu Shouqian looked at it from the angle of lying on his back and turning his head, and his eyes were on Han Xiying's hand illuminated by the oil lamp.

Her hands are no longer the white and soft catkins of a lady in those days, they are rough and dark, and her nails don't have Dankou, only the black mud and dirt in the nail crevices.

Gu Shou stood up eagerly, a few strands of thatch came out from under the sheet and stuck into the palm of his hand supporting the bed.

He pulled his hands away from the prick, let out a "hiss", then raised his eyes to look around, and saw clearly the shabby room with mud walls, thatched roof and brick bed.

A squatting man by the door stood up briskly, facing this place, but did not dare to go forward.

Han Xiying turned her head and called him: "Come here, give Mr. Gu a salute."

"Oh!" The man responded.

He moved closer, bowed first, as if he felt that it was inappropriate to look down on the noble young master, then squatted down, but still felt that it was inappropriate, then his knees softened, and he knelt in front of the low plank bed, and said timidly: "My little one. Du Tongtou, I have seen the young master."

"Ah, you, don't kneel, don't kneel."

Gu Shouqian has never been in the habit of bossing around the servants at home or the traffickers outside, so he quickly raised his hand to signal the other party to get up.

The young man in trouble gradually regained his senses, remembering that after he got on the boat, the boat sailed up Sijing not long ago, and then encountered the boats of the three rich merchants from Shandong.

Gu Shouqian stared at Han Xiying and the man: "You saved me?"

Han Xiying nodded: "Hammer and I went to the river to dig some wild celery to eat. I never imagined that I would see my son being robbed. I called to report to the police in Songjiang dialect on the bank, and those gangsters rushed their boat away. Your boat boss Only then did I dare to work with Hammer to save you. Mr. Gu, how did you offend those villains?"

Gu Shouqian didn't answer, but instead asked: "The boss of the boat asked you to carry me away?"

Han Xiying's expression of panic rose again: "It's you, Mr. Gu. When you were confused, you opened your mouth and called me Aying. The boss of the boat thought we were your servants. Although I don't know the reason why you were in danger today, but thinking that your dignity is the most important thing, Fortunately, the boatman sounded with a Jiangbei accent. I think he came to Songjiang not long ago. He didn't know anyone, and he didn't recognize you. Hammer and I decided to take you home first, instead of letting the boatman take you back to Luxiang. Yuan Gu Mansion."

When Gu Shouqian heard the word "Luxiangyuan", he suddenly returned to the situation where the past involved the present, and he realized that the wife and sister in front of him were the accomplices of that grandma Shen in Luxiangyuan back then.

He was suddenly at a loss.

How could he be talking calmly with a sinner who participated in the murder of his wife.

Even if Han Xiying, the accomplice, was punished like a man's punishment, he should have jumped out of bed and left in a huff.

Almost at the same time, Han Xiying knelt down, let go of the volume, and said in a trembling voice: "Second young master, I was so ignorant and stupid back then that I did despicable things to my eldest sister. This sin deserves retribution. I, I have also received retribution. "

Her large movements revealed the other half of her scarred face.

Gu Shouqian remembered that last year he did hear that General Qiao Yiqiqiao was killed by Tartars in the north.But their Gu family has never had any friendship with Qiao's family, and because of Han Xiying's reasons, they would not come to express their condolences.Han Ximeng seemed to have never heard of this matter, and Gu Shouqian dared not discuss Han Xiying's whereabouts even out of curiosity.

Today I found out that Han Xiying was alive.

But obviously, life is very embarrassing.

Han Xiying caught Gu Shouqian's eyes, but the anger of the former enemy did not immediately surge up.

The eyes of the person in the dream of the past are falling on his cheeks left by the flames.

Then she pointed at Du Langtou and continued: "Second young master, when the Tartars attacked the military fort, I escaped and met with Langtou's rescue, so I followed him."

Gu Shouqian looked at the weather-beaten and rough-faced Du Tongtou, and reckoned that the man might be in his thirties.

Although Qiao Yiqi was older, he was a guerrilla general after all.

If Han Xiying hadn't committed a crime, a daughter of a Songjiang family and a prostitute, how could she be reduced to where she is today.

Thinking that Du Tongtou was the savior after all, Gu Shouqian bowed his hand to express his gratitude.

Du Langtou waved his hands again and again: "Ah, the young master has broken the villain. Do you feel better? If you don't think the villain is dirty, the villain will carry the young master to the city. If there are sedan chairs and chariots, the young master will sit on it. People followed, until they saw the young master arrived at that... what... garden..."

"Luxiangyuan." Han Xiying said, her tone was very gentle, and she didn't look at Du Tongtou's eyes with any dislike.

Gu Shouqian said lightly: "Now we don't live there anymore."

"Oh..." Han Xiying only dared to utter a single tone of words, but sneered in her heart. I naturally know that you don't live there, but I will clean up that dead old woman who lives in Luxiang Garden.

And a bitch surnamed Zheng.

After another moment of silence, Gu Shouqian frowned, and finally asked Han Xiying, "Have you visited your second uncle?"

Han Xiying shook her head like a rattle: "I don't have the face to go back. I only went to see my mother's grave. My second uncle and aunt repaired her grave very well, and the seat for my father was also reserved. I don't know." Where is my father preaching now, he is in good health."

Seeing that Han Xiying began to wipe away tears, Du Tongtou sighed and said, "Young Master Gu, I am an old widower whose wife has died. It is God's blessing that Aying is willing to follow me and does not despise me. My hometown is Qingzhou. I originally thought of opening a blacksmith shop in Qingzhou, but there were refugees there, so Ah Ying said that she was familiar with Songjiang. My son, I know that Ah Ying has been sued by the government. She was young, confused and ignorant, my lord. A lot, don't you hate her?"

Gu Shouqian supported his head and stood up staggeringly, "Don't talk about it, please give me a ride."

"Hey."

Du Langtou responded, and carefully went to help Gu Shouqian. When the two of them reached the door, Han Xiying said in a low voice: "Second Young Master, please, don't tell my sister and Zheng, Miss Zheng. Langtou and I just want to have a bite in Songjiang." meal."

Gu Shouqian waved his hand: "Understood."

When he walked into the dark night, the cool wind blew in his face, blowing on his forehead and shoulder blades, as if relieving those burning pains.

The half-wet robe made him shiver.

Du Langtou confessed: "Young Master, I have wronged you. It is a small family, and there is really no decent clothes for you to change into."

Gu Shouqian remained silent, but a strange feeling rose in his heart.

In such an unbearable situation, Han Xiying simply confessed to him, instead of asking for help tentatively, which actually moved him with compassion.

Even if he immediately introspected, repaying grievances with virtue, why should he repay virtue, after all, after returning to the Wenzhe Garden, he ordered the servant to come out and gave five taels of silver to Du Tong who was squatting at the door.