In the middle of the night, Tang Zhao opened his eyes.
While waiting for someone in the afternoon, he fell asleep while waiting, but couldn't sleep at night.
He didn't want to sleep either.
It was late at night and he still had things to do. There was something very important that he needed to confirm.
He stood up alone and lit the candle.
The moonlight outside the window was very bright, but the night was still dark. The cabin was dark and gloomy, and every corner was unfamiliar.
Strangeness and loneliness weaved into fear, rising up like a tide, almost drowning him.
There was only a little light on the table, shining like gold.
When he was lonely, he took out his glasses again and put them on the bridge of his nose.
Putting on his glasses, his surroundings became much clearer, and even the firelight on the table became warmer.
He took out another thick letter.
This is the letter he handed to Xue Mansion and was returned.
He took out the letter and placed it on the table with a soft "bang" sound.
There is some weight in the envelope.
This was a letter he handed over when he visited the Xue family. Later, the Xue family threw it back to him, so he took it with him without opening it.
In fact, he had wanted to dismantle it for a long time because there was a doubt hidden in it, but he never had time to spare. The day was full of twists and turns, but luckily the letter was not lost.
He twisted the seal with his hands and found that it had been re-glued. He had not glued it on originally, but had re-glued it after someone opened it.
He tore open the envelope bit by bit and took out the letter paper inside. It was a very thick pile.
Open the top page, which is written in clear and neat regular script.
But if there are other literate people here, they will definitely find it strange, because even if they are the number one scholar, they cannot recognize any of the characters.
There are very few people in this world who can recognize this kind of writing. Even including Tang Zhao, there were only two or three people.
"My brother comes to you: a letter is like a meeting.
After more than ten years apart, how are you doing? I must be fine, because if my brother has three strengths and two weaknesses, it will be difficult for him to see this letter, so you know that my question is safe. But if my brother is sick, it will be more convenient for you and me to talk. After all, Brother Yu has been waiting underground for a long time. "
After reading this, Tang Zhao grinned bitterly.
This letter was written by him.
Now he still remembers that Mr. Chen, who was terminally ill, had a cheerful demeanor and a relaxed tone. On the contrary, his hand holding the pen was very tight, as stiff as a stick.
The content of the following letter was very familiar to him. After all, he wrote it word for word. Most of it was about reminiscing about the past, mentioning many past events, what happened after the separation, and...
"I wrote a thousand words, but I still have endless thoughts. But I still remember that my dear brother cannot write well, and I am afraid it will be too long to read. I asked my son Tang Zhao to bring the remaining words to me."
So far, everything was written by Tang Zhao. After writing, he put it in an envelope and handed it to Mr. Chen.
When he got it again, the envelope had been sealed. Pass it directly to the Xue family. He also saw this letter again after several months.
Unexpectedly, there was a line added below.
This line of handwriting is crooked and crooked, far less neat than Tang Zhao's writing, which shows that the hand of the person who wrote it is weak.
"My son Tang Zhao, although he is not his own son, is better than his own son. He originally wanted to entrust the mantle to the mantle, but unfortunately, the year will not come true. This child is twelve years old. He has a kind nature and is as good as gold and jade. However, he has not learned how to live in the world. It is really worrying. My brother. If you have time, please take care of him. If I don't have time, let him go. Don't hurt him. Cut, cut.
Chen Yuhang expressed his gratitude for his love in the underground, and he will repay the kindness of a gentleman in the next life. "
Tang Zhao pursed his lips into a tight line.
After a long time, he took off his glasses and wiped them clean with his sleeve.
His movements were very slow, and he wiped the two thin lenses for a long, long time.
After wiping, he seemed to have exhausted all his strength and slowly lay down on the table.
They lay there for a long time, with the candles burning little by little, and the big candle tears dripped down, fell on the candlestick, solidified again, and piled together. As long as the candle keeps burning, the candle tears will never dry up.
After a while, with a dazed look on his face, he picked up the pages of the book with his fingers and turned back.
Originally, the envelope he handed over only had the first few pages, and the following pages were all newly added, that is, starting from this page, they were all brought out by Xue Mansion.
After the book page, there is a blank page.
Further on...
A touch of golden dazzling splendor——
That's gold, real gold!
Tang Zhao's pupils reflected gold, which was the color of wealth, the color of happiness, and the most desirable color in the world.
However, that was also the color reflected by the irises. He himself had no color. He was not particularly happy or surprised.
"It is indeed gold."
When the previous letter was thrown back to him, he had already noticed the difference in weight - it was definitely not the weight of paper. Let alone adding a piece of letter paper, even adding a dictionary couldn't be so heavy. It could only be added inside. If you add gold and silver, you can't just add a hammer, right?
This incident struck him as odd from the beginning.
Of course Xue Mansion's attitude was bad, so bad that he instinctively became very angry.
But the gifts thrown out are also real.
If he bluntly told me to take the money and leave, it might be because he didn't like the trouble of using money to kill himself, but he didn't mention it at all, as if there was no gift. It was unreasonable no matter what he thought.
If it's just a few small coins to repay, since it's a big gift of real money, why not say a few polite words and finally build a good relationship, it doesn't take much effort, why use bad words?
In front of Xue's house, Tang Zhao actually hadn't thought clearly yet.
What he said to Xue Mansion at the end may be considered by ordinary people as a taunt out of anger, but a caring person may consider it as a sincere thank you.
Whether it was a thank you or a taunt, he couldn't tell.
It depends on whether the host listens with good intentions or with malicious intentions.
He hoped it was in good faith, and he became more and more hopeful after leaving Xue Mansion.
After all, that was the person Mr. Chen asked him to find at the last moment, and Tang Zhao really hoped not to let him down.
The gold is as big as a piece of letter paper, a thin piece, about one ounce or so. Open the gold foil, there is a piece of paper underneath, and then another piece of gold foil.
There are six gold foils in total, which is six taels of gold. At the current price of silver, it can be exchanged for one hundred and twenty taels of silver.
It’s really quite a lot. It is enough to buy twenty or thirty acres of fertile land, and two houses in the city, so that you can be comfortable and have no worries about food and clothing. If you just support yourself, five taels of silver a year is enough for a person to have enough food and clothing. And if you want to buy someone, you only need seven or eight taels of silver for a girl and a servant. In other words, if Tang Zhao couldn't survive and sold himself, he wouldn't be able to sell it for a hundred taels of silver even if he sold it ten times.
Of course, he didn't know that he had a super high estimate from Renya, that was another matter.
Put away the gold, and finally there is a letter.
That was the reply.
Compared with Tang Zhao's calligraphy, and even compared with Mr. Chen's final strokes, this handwriting is not very decent. It is not that it is weak, but rather crude and childish, like a person who has just learned to write, crawling out one stroke at a time.
"Nephew Tang Zhaoxian:"
After reading only four words, Tang Zhao tightened his hands slightly, but his heart suddenly relaxed, feeling a sense of relief.
Regardless of whether he is sincere or not, I hope Mr. Chen will have no regrets.
"I heard that my good nephew has come from far away. I am happy that my old friend has a baby. I wanted to meet him. However, the relationship is not close. The details are difficult to describe. Does my good nephew have a place to stay? If not, let's go to Zhuoyu Villa in Yuxia County and look for the owner of Xue Xianyun for the time being. Shelter. Attached to the letter is a chapter on the exercises, which can be memorized and then burned. When Xianyun asked about it, I thought about delivering it, it would be cheap."
"Kung Fu..."
Tang Zhao stood up suddenly, almost knocking himself onto the table because he stood up so violently.
Oh my god...
Is it the kind of technique he thinks of?
His nervous palms were a little sweaty, so he quickly put down the letter, wiped it on the table, and then held it tightly.
He has always wanted to learn martial arts, ever since he was a child. He had a dream since he read the first miscellaneous book. Later, I met Mr. Chen and heard too many bizarre stories, and I yearned for him wholeheartedly.
But where is the way? He asked his father to take him to the martial arts gym after all the hard work. The teacher at the martial arts gym looked at his bones and said the same thing: "I need more money!"
He couldn't afford more money, plus he suffered from serious and minor illnesses, and the days he could run and jump were limited. His dream of martial arts was completely over, so he had no choice but to study literature. Instead of learning from a serious gentleman, he learned from Mr. Chen, and the results he learned were neither fish nor fowl. Yes, there is no need to think about fame.
Later, his family members died one after another, and he was completely left alone. But when I asked him to learn it, he didn't dare. Serious martial arts schools are not recruiting, but many underworld gangs are expanding their recruitment. Either they recruit serious disciples, or they are some outside gangsters, who follow them in to get a set of clothes, and then fight and kill on the streets and docks, showing great courage and ruthlessness. It is said that after you get to the top, you can gradually get into the core and learn the true skills, then you can really "blaze a trail".
This path, even in today's world, is not taken by children from good families. If he dares to go, he will have to change his last meager wealth. As for whether he can keep his life, it depends on whether the gang can do it.
But he still wanted to learn martial arts, it was a dream.
Without all support, living alone in the world is too hard and too dangerous. He wants to protect himself and have power. As for any future or dream that was too far away, he just wanted to hold on to a sense of security to save himself.
He once thought that he could only rely on chance encounters to realize his dream. Or saving a dying hero and waiting for him to repay his favor by accepting him as his disciple, or falling off a cliff and finding martial arts secrets from a cave. Those are all things that only happen in stories.
I didn't want to fall off the cliff, but the secret book really hit my hand!
It was a hero like Xue Daxia who suppressed one party who gave it to him in this way!
This is not an adventure, what else is an adventure?
And it’s an orthodox adventure!
In comparison, things like fairies in strange clothes rising from the water are too bizarre and unreal at all. That’s not what the story says! Besides, apart from a pair of glasses, he didn’t get any benefits!
I took a few deep breaths full of excitement, turned over the letter, and saw a text of several thousand words.
"Tung Blossoms to Attract the Phoenix".
