Chapter 82 Returning to the County [End of Volume 1]
After drinking the sworn wine, the two became like brothers. In order of age, Zhao Haoran was one year older and naturally became the eldest brother among the three. Meng Xinghe unfortunately got the second child Dangdang. He was depressed, no matter what
He said that he had to give up the second position to Mr. Chai, but Mr. Chai could no longer control the ranking here, so Meng Xinghe was ranked third.
"Big brother"
"Third Brother"
The two greeted each other politely, smiled at each other, picked up the wine glasses and drank down the wine. The two of them were very happy to meet each other, but Zhong Yusu next to them was ignored by them. Seeing the deep brotherly love between the two, Zhong Yusu didn't know how to go crazy.
Zhong Yusu came in and said, "Okay! Are you two grown men stupid? Just sworn sworn sworn sworn friends, don't worry about other etiquette..." Only halfway through speaking, Zhong Yusu was like a kitten in the night, her ears stood up.
He stood up, listened carefully to the sound coming from the opposite mountain, and said curiously: "My two great talents, listen quickly, what kind of music is this, and why is it so beautiful?"
"It seems like the sound of a crying ghost?" Meng Xinghe's ears were more sensitive, and he heard a faint sound of crying coming from the opposite side of the mountain. He said it deliberately. Zhao Haoran thought for a while, and seemed to have heard this thing there before.
A flash of inspiration flashed through his mind, and Zhao Haoran said excitedly: "Third brother, this is not a ghost cry. This is a musical instrument that comes from the Miao region of the Bashu generation. It is shaped like a flute but has something similar to a gourd on it. It plays better than the Central Plains instrument.
The flute should have a more plaintive sound."
After listening to his explanation, Meng Xinghe immediately knew what this thing was. This unique musical instrument was produced in Bashu in southwest China. Meng Xinghe was lucky enough to see it in his previous life: "Could it be that the eldest brother is talking about cucurbit flute?"
I don’t know if this instrument is called Hulusi now, but Meng Xinghe’s guess is probably accurate. Zhao Haoran smiled and said: “Actually, I don’t know what it is called, but I once read it in a book.
What do you call me? You are really ignorant."
Zhao Haoran was indeed well-read, but he didn't know who was playing this Miao instrument on the cliff opposite. The three of them listened carefully to the melody coming from the moonlit night, and they all felt refreshed. Compared with the ordinary Xiaodi, this instrument
It evokes a deep resonance in people's hearts, and a sense of tranquility suddenly comes over them, which is simply incomparably ethereal.
It is said that beautiful music is like the sound of Buddha that purifies the soul. It seems that this is true. Wuwuwu, a sound like crying slowly came. I saw a white figure on the cloud cliff opposite in the mottled moonlight.
Like a floating white cloud, sitting high on the edge of the cliff, the moonlight shines on her body, just like the fairy from the Nine Heavens descending to earth in the legend. The dim moon only shows her figure but no one.
She seemed like a little girl? Meng Xinghe had better eyesight, and at a glance he saw that the pretentious shadow on the cliff opposite was a woman. He was thick-skinned, and he learned from the Miao border way of singing folk songs, and sang: "Hey~~ singing folk songs is also
, the sister opposite is looking over, looking over, and the brother is singing a love song..."
Even worse than the howl of a slaughtered pig, Master Meng yelled a few words shamelessly, immediately breaking such a wonderful night. Hearing a hoarse voice howling, the wailing on the opposite side immediately stopped, and the white figure seemed to be facing towards him.
Meng Xinghe and others looked at it and disappeared from Yunya in a moment.
He can't be a god! Can he jump from such a height? Meng Xinghe visually estimated that the Yunya opposite is the most dangerous and beautiful place in Yandang Mountain. That girl actually jumped down like this. She is really a god. Master Meng sighed in his heart, he just wanted to be with her
The person opposite communicated by singing folk songs, but he didn't know that the other person was so reserved and didn't give him a chance to express himself.
Aren't you from Miaojiang? You can't even sing such a famous folk song duet, and you come out to pretend to be a ghost. I despise you when you sing! After humming and cursing a few words, Master Meng sat cross-legged on the ground and said without changing his expression: "I met a fake.
Damn, I don’t understand how to appreciate it, it’s such a failure!” After finding a reasonable excuse for his ugly singing voice, Master Meng continued to drink his wine, with an expression of failure, it really looked like that.
Zhao Haoran and Zhong Yusu couldn't praise Master Meng's strange singing voice. Not only did it break such a good time, but it also scared away the person playing the musical instrument opposite. How can people be so shameless and sing a good song? Not only is it unpleasant to listen to,
There is also a bit of frivolous taste, but he really has no change in his sexual nature. The most hateful thing is that he still behaves well despite being given an advantage. There are no words to describe it. The two of them sat down in silence, just adding wine and food, and the atmosphere was tense for a while.
It becomes boring.
I don’t know how long it took, the wine was gone, the food was cold, and the night was already past half. Feeling the chill after the frost, the three of them got up without finishing their thoughts, put the horse head lamps on the horses’ heads, and rode back slowly.
Although Meng Xinghe's farce happened in the middle, overall, the night tour was quite satisfactory, and the three of them left with unfinished emotions. After saying goodbye to Zhao Haoran at the end of Mengjia Village, Meng Xinghe rode home despite his sleepiness.
, he knocked on the door suddenly, went back to his room and fell asleep.
After staying at home for a few days, he called in craftsmen to repair the dilapidated parts of the house. It seemed that it was almost time, and it was also time for Meng Xinghe to leave for the county seat. Amid Meng's mother's silent instructions, Meng Xinghe set foot on his way to the county seat.
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I have been away for a year. If I go to Chang'an in the future, I might not go back to Mengjia Village for three to five years. I left Mengjia Village with three steps and turned around. When I saw Meng's mother behind me who had been reluctant to leave for a long time, Meng Xinghe felt a sudden change in my heart.
It's sour and can only be expressed without words.
"Xiao Wuzi, from now on you will go back to Mengjia Village once a month and bring back a few servants and maids from the county. Do you remember?"
"Don't worry, young master. I will come back often. If the old lady needs anything, I will take care of it. Young master, just study hard and pass the exam." After saying this, Xiao Wuzi took out something from his arms.
A package of things wrapped in red cloth, she said seriously: "Young Master. Last night the old lady called the young one over and handed me a package of things. She said she would give this package to you after the young master goes on the road today."
For me? Why didn't you hear your mother mention it? Meng Xinghe took the things from Xiao Wuzi's hand, opened it suspiciously, and suddenly burst into tears. The package contained all the dowry that Meng's mother had given to the Meng family. It can be said that it was the Meng family's dowry.
The most valuable thing. The formerly prosperous Meng family was ruined by predecessor Meng Xinghe, and the family's property has long been depleted. Now in order to study hard and gain fame, Meng's mother even took out her own coffin. Meng Xinghe secretly regretted,
Why didn’t he tell Meng’s mother about Cuiweiju?
Holding a heavy bag of gold and silver, Meng Xinghe put it into his arms, took a deep breath, and looked very determined. He gently hit the strong horse under his crotch, and the tall figure on the ancient road gradually moved away, and finally at the