After leaving her father's small courtyard, Wang Jixian came to the small courtyard next to her residence. After passing through the moon gate, she entered an even smaller courtyard with a four- to five-square-meter bluestone pavement. Because no one had cleaned it for a long time, the ground was covered with moss. , and there are weeds covering the feet. If you look carefully, you will also find some wine bottles in the grass. There is no doubt that this is a man's residence. After all, there are still very few girls who drink alcohol.
As soon as she entered the small courtyard, Wang Jixian frowned slightly and covered her mouth and nose. After all, the musty smell here was too strong and quite pungent. Wang Jixian stood for a long time until she got used to the smell here before walking in.
The door is not closed, and there is no need to close it, because no one will come here. This place is like the edge area of Min Guogong's mansion, and no one will think of it. It is probably because of Min Guogong's frugality, and the furnishings in this room are also very simple. There was an earthen kang that only appeared in the north, with a low table placed on it. The room was empty, and there was no other furniture. The only thing on the ground were a few drunk wine bottles.
There was a person lying on the bed. His hair was very long and even tangled because it had not been cleaned for a long time. His face was fair, with a high nose and thin lips, but his eyes were narrowed and he was a little dull. He picked up a He took a sip from the wine bottle, then put it down and looked at the beams. Several industrious spiders had already made their nests here and were weaving their own homes.
Wang Jixian walked into the room and blocked the sunlight coming in. The room suddenly became much darker. However, the person didn't even look at it. He was still drinking wine and watching the little animals weaving dreams.
Wang Jixian's frown deepened, and her face was obviously displeased, but more so she hated iron than steel. She lightly opened her red lips and said, "Brother, you can't drink less."
This man is none other than the eldest son of the Duke of Min, Wang Jizu, who should be the heir to the throne. However, he drinks all day long and has a depressed will. He has long lost the vitality that a man should have.
Without even looking at Wang Jixian, Wang Jizu took another sip of wine and ignored it.
"I have been drinking all day long. It has been so many years since that incident. It is not your fault. Why do you abuse yourself? Besides, that incident is your fault. You have punished yourself for more than ten years. No matter how big it is, Mistakes can be made up for, you have to cheer up.” Wang Jixian persuaded him earnestly. She had said these words many times, but with little effect. But if she didn't say these, what could she say? She couldn't watch her elder brother continue to be decadent. Wang Jizu has locked himself in the house for more than ten years, and there are several more than ten years in his life.
As Wang Jixian spoke, he picked up the wine bottle on the ground and threw it into the grass outside. Only he would come here, and there would be no servants from the family to clean it. It was like a slum in a busy city, without a single person. Willing to come, except the owner here.
When Wang Jixian mentioned what happened more than ten years ago, it was obvious that there was a trace of sadness in Wang Jizu's eyes, but he quickly passed it, left the finished bottle of wine, lay down on the bed, closed his eyes and began to fall asleep.
It was like this every time. Wang Jixian already knew this. After throwing away the wine bottle, he took out some food he brought from the kitchen and put it on the bed. He said, "Brother, the old immortal is back. I think you should have some." Cheer up".
Wang Jizu opened his eyes suddenly, and then closed them again.
Wang Jixian ignored it, stood up, crossed the threshold, and then turned around and said: "It seems that boy is having a bad life. If you, the father, don't want to take care of it, then I, the aunt, will take care of it." ".
After leaving here, Wang Jixian returned to his cabin and took out a pornographic photo. When he saw the boy in the photo, he seemed to have returned to more than ten years ago.
"Auntie, why do you have to squat to go to the toilet?"
"Auntie, why are your breasts bulging while mine are suppressed?"
"Auntie, I will also take a bath with you."
"Auntie, will you be my mother?"
Thinking of the past, Wang Jixian raised the corners of her mouth, revealing her white teeth.
The room became calm again. Wang Jizu, who was lying on the bed, opened his eyes and took out a small mirror. He could only smile bitterly when looking at the mirror.
A servant secretly came to another small courtyard and knocked on the door: "Second Young Master."
There was a voice inside the door saying "What's going on?"
"Second Young Master, I have something important to report," the servant replied.
The door inside opened, and a cool feeling suddenly came to him. The blush on the servant's sweaty face faded a lot, he stepped across the threshold and closed the door.
Wang Jixin, the second young master of the Duke of Min's Mansion, returned to the desk, picked up a pen, and wrote something.
"What's the matter? Tell me quickly."
The servant bent down and replied in a low voice: "Go back to the second young master, he is back."
"who"
"I will never die,"
The pen that had just been dipped in ink did not fall down for a long time. The ink gathered due to gravity, and finally fell into an ink ball and dripped on the rice paper. A copy of Dong Qichang's "Chunhua Pavilion Tie" was ruined.
This copy of "Chunhua Pavilion Tie" was created by Dong Qichang when he saw the original rubbing of "Chunhua Pavilion Tie" in the early Song Dynasty at the home of his old friend Chen Jiru. He was so amazed that he rubbed it and sighed. He borrowed it from his home and spent two years to complete it. It is very precious. , although Dong Qichang's character is not good, his calligraphy and painting are still good, which can be called a masterpiece. Just like many people, they have beautiful appearance, but they do the dirtiest things.
Rich and powerful people always like to show off their elegance and write well, but they rarely achieve success. However, Wang Jixin has a few brushes. Regardless of his character, his handwriting is still very beautiful. Seeing that the copybook was destroyed, Wang Jixin could only put down the pen. Months of hard work were in vain. Then he rolled up the paper, tore it into pieces, and threw it into the trash can.
He looked directly at the servant and asked: "Is he back?"
This servant has been serving the young master for more than 20 years, so he naturally knew who the young master was asking, so he replied: "Lao Bu Shei came alone, but the boy didn't come. I just went out to inquire, and Lao Bu Shei came alone by car." of,"
"Okay, I understand, you can go out." After Wang Jixin finished his instructions,
The servant took the order, exited the room, and closed the door gently. Lay out a piece of rice paper again. After writing for only a few minutes, Wang Jixin finally couldn't bear it anymore, picked up a phone and dialed a number.
It is said that Big Fatty has lived in the hospital for a long time. If it weren't for the fact that he had no money in his pocket, he would still be unwilling to leave. After all, the little nurses here have very good service, have sweet voices, and have long legs and fair skin. Very eye-catching. In particular, there is a little nurse who is particularly enthusiastic about Big Fat, and she has a vague intention of committing herself to him. However, the painful memories of the past have made Big Fat have a fear of women, and he wants to eat, drink, and play. Anything is fine, but if you still keep away from women, it will hurt your brothers.
Back at the gate of the mountain, Big Fatty saw a man lying on the ground from a distance. Big Fatty ran over anxiously. When he saw it was his brother, he hurriedly woke up and said, "Hey, Fatty, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me." . After all, they are brothers, so they still have some feelings for each other.
The second fat man opened his eyes slightly and saw his eldest brother, with tears in his eyes: "Fat brother, you are back. I miss you so much."
"What's wrong with you? Why are you lying on the ground?"
"I'm so hungry that I have no energy left."
"What's going on? Didn't I leave you some pig's trotters and some money?" Big Fatty was very surprised. He knew that his brother had a big appetite, but if he ate steamed buns every day, he could still use the money for several days. , I shouldn’t be so hungry.
Hearing this, the second fat man started to cry. "Fat brother, I'm so miserable. Not long after you left, that kid came down the mountain. I wanted to stop him. I never thought that this kid was worse than that old man." He was able to fight, but I couldn't beat him with both fists, and was defeated by him in the end. I didn't expect that this kid, without any sense of justice, actually took away all the money I had, and he didn't even leave me any pig's trotters stewed on the stove. , Fat brother, I’m so hungry, I’m really hungry.”
Big Fatty ignored Er Fatty's cry. He realized a very serious problem. The old immortal ran away, and the little immortal, no, it was Wang immortal who should have also ran away. His mission failed. How should he explain to his boss? He kicked Erpang hard and said, "Shut your mouth, you will make others upset."
"But I'm really hungry," said Erpang with a look of grievance on his face. He's a man of iron rice and will be starving if he doesn't eat even one meal, not to mention that he'll be hungry for more than one meal.
"Eat, eat, eat, just eat. Everyone is running away. Let me see what you do. The boss will kill you," the big fat man said fiercely.
"Uh." The second fat man suddenly understood what the big fat man meant, and he couldn't help but shiver. He reminded carefully: "Fat brother, it's not me, it's us." Nonsense, it's better for two people to die than one person. As the saying goes, a dead Taoist friend will not die of a poor Taoist, but if a poor Taoist is about to die, he will naturally have to recruit fellow Taoists. This is a matter of principle.
Be lenient if you confess, be lenient if you resist. Seeing that I have worked hard for the boss for so many years, without any credit but with hard work, the boss should not blame me. This is how the big fat man comforted himself, so he took out his mobile phone. , I plan to tell my boss and ask for forgiveness. If I cry a few more times and have a more sincere and sad attitude, this matter should be able to be solved. Just as I made the call, a nice mechanical tone came out. I'm sorry, sir, your phone is already in arrears. Please top up in time.
"Damn it, I'm actually in arrears." Big Fatty kicked Erpang hard again and asked, "I gave you money to recharge your phone bill a few days ago."
"I, I saw that the dog meat was selling well, so I bought a few kilograms," Erpang replied weakly.
"I'll beat you to death, just eat, just eat." A series of punches and kicks were given to the second fat man. The big fat man ignored the second fat man's begging for mercy until he was tired of beating himself.
The fat man was also penniless and had no money to pay for his phone bill, so the two of them had no choice but to start their own business of telling people's fortunes.
Who would have thought that the world was in trouble and people's hearts were not ancient. The people of this generation in the Ming Dynasty did not live a good life and had no respect for ghosts and gods. The business of the big and fat people was very bleak, and even eating became a problem.
Seeing a girl who was pretty good-looking and very fashionable in her clothes, she must be a rich man, the fat man just said hello: "Miss, I see your hallmark is dark, it's a bad sign."
Then came the girl's scolding: "Who are you calling a young lady? Who is a young lady? What's wrong with me being a young lady? I make money with my own body. I don't care about God and I don't care. What's the matter? I still want to hope I have donated money to the project. I am a young lady. What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you? Dogs and mice are meddling in other people’s business.”
The big and fat two were left messy in the wind.
Fortunately, I met an aunt again and gained wisdom. This time, the big fat man did not talk about the lady again, but said: "Donor, I see that your hall is black and your lips are blue. You have a bad sign."
"Yes, it's true." The aunt was very excited when she heard it.
What's wrong? Something seems to be wrong. Big Fat and Two Fat are a little hard to understand.
Then the aunt said shyly: "The Taoist priest has really good eyesight. You can see all this. The old man Li next door has been chasing me for a long time, but he didn't agree. Didn't he just give me a bra yesterday?" It is produced by Jingli Yuyifang. It is worth a lot of money. I just wore it today and the Taoist priest noticed it. The Taoist priest has such a good look. Come on, please take a look at it. Is this bra real? , Old Man Li has been searching for it all his life, I am afraid that he will buy fakes and cheat me."
The big fat guy and the two fat guys ran away in embarrassment.
"Hey, Taoist priest, why are you running away?"
