Zhang Ning vaguely remembered a passage about hometown in the famous book One Hundred Years of Solitude. If Ruguo has buried his relatives who died of old age and death in a certain difāng, he can regard that difāng as Ziji’s hometown. According to this standard, whether it is Wuling Mountain or Chenzhou,
In Changde, all the difānghǎoxiàng are not considered home. Ziji is just a passing guest of these difāng... Even if they have surrendered under the iron heel, they still cannot bring much change to these ancient cities, unless they act like a clown angrily.
Raise it to the ground.
So he just temporarily lived in the back of a courtyard used as the official residence of the Changde government office, with a room, a bed and three meals a day. His life was just like this... "".
It was not until Yao Ji and others were about to arrive in Changde that he thought of sending someone to find a place for the female family members to live in. But soon he thought of a place, which was Yuan, which he had requisitioned as a tea garden a few years ago.
A garden by the water. The garden was originally a public property of the government. The environment in Zhouwéi is also good, so it is a suitable difāng.
On a whim, Zhang Ning, Lao Xu, Wang Xian and others went to the garden to have a look. In just a few years, it was restored into an amusement park for people to play, and only traces of the original tea business were left.
Some chairs, tables and other items were thrown away in the utility room. The other courtyard behind the garden, where Zhang Ning once lived, has now become the property of someone else. However, Lao Xu was ordered to give a sum of money, and soon
The owner of that house couldn't avoid it.
"I used to sleep in this room." Zhang Ning turned around and smiled at his entourage.
Wang Xian and other soldiers didn't know how to reply, so they had no choice but to bend down and agree.
Zhang Ning raised his head and looked at the sky outside through the window, and then said: "I will stay here today. I still have some unfinished business in the afternoon. Let Wang Yu send someone to deliver the official documents and files. I will read them in the evening.
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Lao Xu cupped his fists and said, "Yes."
There were unknown birds singing outside, the trees were rustling in the breeze, and the city was quiet. He seemed to have forgotten the things he had been thinking about all day, and felt a little tired, so he simply planned to take a nap here and then get up to eat.
After dinner, I still have time to deal with some things in the evening.
A difāng that he was familiar with and had spent money to buy, but Zhang Ning had a sense of gǎnjiào. This difāng had nothing to do with Ziji and was very unfamiliar. A kind of mentality without a sense of belonging was always with him in the days of the Ming Dynasty.
He had a dream, and sometimes he believed it to be true; sometimes he could realize that Ziji was dreaming, and the dream was fragmented. For a moment, a thought flashed across his mind. When Ziji woke up, he would remember it clearly, but soon he would forget it.
Forgot everything.
Suddenly he came to a difāng shrouded in white mist, just like the Nantianmen scene seen in the TV series Journey to the West. A little girl came out of the mist. Zhang Ning couldn't see her face clearly, but he didn't know why she was shimezhidào.
Who? The girl said: "Brother, where have you been? Why can't I find you?" Zhang Ning thought for a while and said: "I was in the Ming Dynasty... where are we now?" The girl said: "Me too.
Don't you know, have you forgotten me?" Zhang Ning said: "How could I forget Ziji's family? Come here, we are going home."
Then the dream shattered again, and Zhang Ning suddenly woke up. As usual, his memory of the dream was very clear at this moment, although he would forget it completely without leaving a trace when his consciousness fully recovered.
Going home? Zhang Ning still remembers the appearance of home in his dreams. It was a scattered small village by a small river. The river water was very clear in the hot summer, and there was no industrial pollution in the "last century".
There are crabs, snails and various fish inside.
Sure enough, no matter how far a person travels, he can never forget the difāng where Ziji grew up and his original way of life.
"Master, are you awake? The clothes are in the pant. You can just change the lining." A man's voice sounded in his ears in a daze.
Zhang Ning turned around and saw that it was Xu Wenjun. He hummed and asked casually: "Did you just come here?"
While Wenjun was doing trivial matters, he said without looking back: "You fell asleep last night, and grandpa didn't wake you up. He arranged for Wang Xian's guards to set up defenses nearby, and then asked me to come over and take care of your daily life."
Zhang Ning looked outside and suddenly said: "It turns out that we spent the whole night in yijing."
Wenjun said again and again: "You'd better take your breath away and don't get too busy... Mrs. Yao and the others are supposed to arrive in Changde this afternoon, and hǎoxiàng the young lady from the Zhou family is also coming. I heard that Mrs. Yao is coming."
This time Changde will host the wedding for my boss. When my boss gets married, my wife will definitely arrange for someone to take care of your food and clothing, so I won’t be able to come in and out of your room all the time..."
Zhang Ning was noncommittal, thought for a while and said hastily: "Let Wang Xian call Commander Feng to come over and dispatch a team of cavalry to pick up Mrs. Yao and the others. Make sure they are safe."
Xu Wenjun hesitated for a moment, maybe it was inappropriate: Yao Ji had many troops around her, and the territory from Chenzhou to Changde Mansion was controlled by the Suzaku Army, which was always very peaceful; besides, he had already gone to work, and he was almost here before he was in a hurry.
Troops were sent to escort him. However, Wenjun still followed Zhang Ning's wishes.
When Wang Xian came into the courtyard, Zhang Ning realized that Ziji's order just now was inappropriate, so he canceled the order and asked him to prepare a guard of honor to greet Yao Ji when she entered the city.
In the afternoon of the same day, Yao Ji and other hundreds of people arrived in Changde City, most of them were members of the Anti-evil Cult General Altar. The Suzaku Army cleared a thoroughfare in the city and lined up to welcome them into the city. There were many people watching the fun along the way, most of them
He was just joining in the fun and didn't know much about the new rulers and dignitaries.
In the evening, Zhang Ning first went to see Yao Ji and talked about some things about Jinyiwei spies and Western firearms. He then went to find Zhang Xiaomei.
At the door of my younger sister's room, I met a girl who had just come out. The girl knelt down and said a blessing, but boldly raised her head and looked at Zhang Ning, with some expectations in her eyes. Zhang Ning naturally remembered her, this girl
Her name was Xiaohe, and she was originally a slave of the family of Zhu Heng, the minister of the Han Dynasty. Zhang Ning brought her back from all the way to Shandong, so she was naturally very impressed.
"Xiaohe." Zhang Ning called her name.
The little girl suddenly smiled with joy and responded happily. Zhang Ning said: "You are always with her, so you have to serve her attentively." The girl said quickly and briskly: "Miss is very kind to people, slave.
I only think about Miss, and there are no other people in my mind."
Zhang Ning nodded, stretched out his hand to knock on the door, and heard Zhang Xiaomei's voice inside: "Brother, come in."
When she walked in, she saw a pure and beautiful girl in front of her. She was wearing a light-colored skirt. Her hair was as black as snow and her skin was like snow. Her hair and arms were elegantly decorated with simple pearls and jade jewelry. She already had the temperament of a lady. Zhang
Ning had always regarded her as a little girl. When he saw her this time, he realized that her little sister had grown up a long time ago. In fact, she was two or three months older than Tuesday's mother who was about to marry Ziji.
The younger sister invited Zhang Ning to sit down and brought tea and snacks. Zhang Ning made some greetings and said, "Xiao He is always inseparable. I don't feel bored. Sister Fang is often with me too. She teaches me
I write, draw and write music."
She spoke naturally, and no longer ignored Zhang Ning like she had done in the past. Perhaps she had figured out that it was not Zhang Ning's fault that the Zhang family's uncle and aunt were killed, although he had a certain responsibility for them.
, but the sadness and indignation cannot be attributed to him.
But Zhang Ning always felt that she was gradually alienating Ziji. Holding the red auspicious charm she once asked for Ziji in her hand, she could no longer feel her little sister's spiritual dependence on Ziji, even if all her current living conditions were different.
It was given by Zhang Ning.
Is it because Ziji has been traveling outside in the past two years and spends less and less time with his little sister? Or is it because of the murder of the Zhang family?
"Brother, what do you think you are staring at?" The younger sister's voice sounded slightly accusatory.
Zhang Ning felt a little disappointed and asked in a confused manner: "Where are you from?" He had always thought that the younger sister was a simple girl and a free person, so there was no need to put on airs.
Zhang Xiaomei was stunned, hǎoxiàng, this question was really difficult to answer.
"Why are you asking me that?" the younger sister frowned.
Zhang Ning said slowly: "You may have an impression. For example, when you are dreaming, or by chance, you see a difāng... There is a river, and the riverside is covered with bamboo. In summer, a lot of bamboo shoots will fall off. Yes
Good firewood; there are always crabs and fish in the river. There are some households on the river bank, but it is not a concentrated village..."
The younger sister shook her head: "I only remember the Qinhuai River and Qingxi River. Apart from the bridges, most of the rivers are shops. There are many people during the day. Where do you get the bamboo? There are also very few bamboos by the river in our hometown. The difāng my brother mentioned is here
Shimedifāng, have we been there?”
Zhang Ning smiled and shook his head, and handed over the auspicious charm in his hand. The younger sister took it with a surprised look on her face. She covered her mouth with her hands and was silent for a while before biting her lips and whispering: "Brother, what are you doing?"
I still have this."
"The moment I opened my eyes and saw this shijiè, I saw this thing." Zhang Ning said dejectedly, "Maybe it's not what I thought. I'll give it back to you."
The younger sister said softly: "It was originally given to my brother, you can keep it."
"I'm afraid I'll lose it in the future, so I'll leave it here for you and help me keep it."
The little sister stubbornly stuffed it back: "I don't want it, you take it!"
Zhang Ning added: "My brother is getting married. Your sister-in-law will see these little things in the future, and it will be troublesome to explain them when asked."
"Both things are meaningless. I wonder why brother Turán said this." The younger sister complained. The auspicious charm was thrown on the table, and the two brothers and sisters pushed it around pointlessly.
After a while, Zhang Ning acted like an elder brother again and said, "My little sister Yijing has grown up. My brother will get married first, and then he will take care of all the big things for you."
Unexpectedly, this time the little girl actually said shime, and she just took it as acquiescence.