Story, no one has it. No matter how ordinary people are, they can come out and talk to you for a while, not to mention that old man Meng who even treated Du Ruhui politely. Meng Xinghe is just doing things for others, and he doesn’t need to know too much. I sat in Old Man Meng’s room for an hour and chatted with him about the current situation of Chang’an, various scenic spots and other topics. It was not boring and very homely. I didn’t do much until it got dark outside. If disturbed, he got up and left.
From the gate of Provincial School, this road leads to Miaoyufang. Meng Xinghe is very familiar with it. Meng Xinghe, who has not returned to Lu Mansion, habitually walks to Miaoyufang in the north of Provincial School.
Zhong Yusu's teahouse in Jiangdu is still there, but the person who manages it has changed from her to an honest and friendly middle-aged man. I guess this girl didn't want to come back after going to Chang'an and just sold out the shop. The teahouse with the three-character sign "Biluochun" has good business and is quite lively. Meng Xinghe has no intention of going up and sitting there. Things are different and people are different, and it is not interesting to go up there. Besides, he can't say whether he is good or bad about drinking tea. He was not in the mood to be arty when he came, he just looked at her and walked past the door.
As the sun set, some vendors on the street who were still guarding their stalls to support their families spared no effort in shouting and selling. From a distance, they saw a small businessman selling candied haws on the street. Meng Xinghe walked over, took out the broken silver and bought a few strings. , it was brought to Mengdie. It’s a pity that Ning’er entered the palace and the girl was in Chang’an. Otherwise, he would have been able to go back today with a bamboo handle full of candied haws, which would surely have moved the ladies.
"whee,"
Just after Meng Xinghe bought the candied haws, he walked forward for a while. From the corner of the street, he saw an unkempt man with cobwebs and thatch on his head. Judging from the fabric and dress, he didn't look like a beggar. He was even more shameless than a beggar. Hug Meng Xinghe's legs.
"I want to eat candied haws on a stick, I want to eat candied haws on a stick,"
The man spoke slurredly like a child, and his hands pulled Meng Xinghe's pants with surprisingly strong force, almost pulling his pants down.
I sold the food to my wife to eat, so I gave you an advantage. Meng Xinghe handed one of the candied haws to the man. When he looked down, he was a little shocked, but he still handed the candied haws out.
"It's delicious." The man scratched his hair and ate the candied haws along with the spider silk and thatch on his hands, showing a simple and honest smile from time to time, as if to thank Meng Xinghe for his kindness.
Mr. Meng glanced at the man twice, said nothing, and did not generously give him another candied haws. He walked forward, but after walking a few steps, he saw the person directly opposite him. , stood a woman wearing a plain blue skirt with a sad look on her face, but she was still beautiful.
The woman's face was pale, and her lips that should have been round and translucent only had a hint of red. Her black hair was coiled behind her head and tied with a white silk scarf. She had no phoenix hairpin earrings. She looked as simple as a peasant woman who had suffered a lot. .
She saw Meng Xinghe, who was wearing a green shirt and was so simple that he couldn't even look strange in the face of shame, and then smiled sadly: "Long time no see,"
Mr. Meng is naturally not a mute, nor is he as nervous as when he met his first love on the street while holding his wife's hand. He smiled and said: "Same,"
"Been back for a long time,"
Meng Xinghe thought it was a chat with a friend and said: "Today,"
"Oh," the woman responded, without asking any further questions, and passed by Mr. Meng.
Even if we meet, we will become strangers.
Meng Xinghe also regarded this encounter as a coincidence and quickly passed away.
Almost at the same time, Meng Xinghe left in the opposite direction.
Didn't go far.
The two of them turned around at the same time and looked at each other.
"Meng Xinghe,"
"Miss Li,"
"Can we chat,"
Mr. Meng was the first to say this. Although the Ma family has done many evil things, logically speaking, he does feel sorry for this woman.
Li Haiyu nodded silently and helped up the man next to him who was sitting on the ground and eating candied haws from begging. He looked more like a beggar than a beggar. The man just laughed and looked silly. He didn't have the demeanor of the romantic and talented man before. Even if he looks very talented, no woman would fall in love with such a lunatic.
Jiangdu's moat is no longer as graceful as spring willows. Occasionally, a few students who are still studying in the provincial school stand in groups on the embankment and recite poems to attract passing official ladies. The results are all disastrous, but now They intentionally or unintentionally cast their eyes on the two men and one woman in the distance.
The women were pretty, one of the men was plain, and the other was crazy, which made this group of well-educated people secretly lament the truth of nature.
Seeing this scene, Miss Li was not attracted by the showy literary talents of those naughty students. She just looked at the river in front of her quietly. Occasionally, the breeze blew by, and she gently smoothed the blue hair on her forehead a few times, thinking of the crazy man beside her once upon a time. Just like those arrogant students in the distance who were so complacent and ended up like this, after this series of changes, she had become calm and no longer regarded anything as important.
Meng Xinghe stood beside her. After a long gap, he finally broke the silence and said, "Brother Ma, are you okay?"
Next to him, Ma Wencai, who was holding a bunch of candied haws that Meng Xinghe donated, smiled at him stupidly.
Li Haiyu nodded and said: "For him, this ending is already very good."
Meng Xinghe did not deny that in his dictionary, the word indecision would never be included. It can be said that the death and madness of the Ma family are all caused by Meng Xinghe. Now seeing Ma Wencai acting crazy, Meng Xinghe didn't feel any guilt at all, he just felt that he was a lot cruel to Li Haiyu, which a weak woman should not be able to bear, so it was inevitable that he would feel uneasy in his heart.
Li Haiyu stood aside quietly. She found that before she met Meng Xinghe, she could not help but think about it secretly, but after meeting her, she could not say anything. She hesitated a little, but in the end she was determined. Determined to move his steps, he said, "It's okay. I'll go back first. I still have to cook at home."
Meng Xinghe said "Oh". In fact, he didn't know what to say. If he apologized, Li Haiyu might have filtered it out calmly and said that he was responsible. She was afraid that she would refuse. The only feasible way was to be speechless. , this way both parties will live an easier life.
Li Haiyu walked back, but Meng Xinghe did not go with her and wanted to see her off, but she refused. When they finally parted, Li Haiyu, who had been hesitating for a long time, had the courage to look back and ask, do you believe in the next life?
Meng Xinghe was obviously stunned for a moment, and finally nodded. He believed in the afterlife, at least after he traveled through time, he would be in the afterlife.
Li Haiyu, who seemed to have made up his mind a long time ago, did not hesitate at all and said: "If there is an afterlife, I will definitely remember you. In this life, you owe me a love."
Meng Xinghe neither admitted nor denied it, but it was very appropriate for the time and said: "That's good. If there is an afterlife, I will definitely wait for you by the Naihe Bridge."
Li Haiyu was puzzled, but secretly happy and said: "What are you waiting for me to do?" She was obviously looking forward to it.
Mr. Meng paused, said nothing, turned around and left. God knows what he will say next.
Li Haiyu led the crazy man around her with some disappointment. She didn't blame anyone, and she didn't want anyone's pity. Everything was fate, and everything had its own destiny. She actually really wanted to know Meng Xinghe's words: "If there is an afterlife, how can I wait for the bridge to be overturned?" You, what will you say next? But sometimes, hazy and more imaginative than straightforward, at least, good or bad, you can deceive yourself and others.
But according to that sentence, if there is an afterlife, I will wait for you by the bridge. It is a promise to meet you.