Zhao Rucheng came from a well-off family and bought a house near the Taoist temple to live in. He had about a dozen servants to take care of him, and they rarely stayed in the dormitory. Once Du Yehu gets drunk, he can't just spend a short time.
So after Jiang Wang returned to the dormitory, he suddenly realized that he was the only one left in the usually noisy dormitory.
After closing the door, he subconsciously glanced at the bed on the far left side of the dormitory.
The bed was made of clean bedding that was folded extremely neatly. The material was no different from the bedding of other people in the dormitory. There was no one on the bed now, and no one would ever be there again.
This is Fang Pengju's bed. He was from a wealthy family, but he never acted trivial. He drank and ate with everyone and was never picky.
The bed opposite Fang Pengju was empty, with a lot of luggage piled on it.
The beds on both sides are arranged from this point on, three on each side.
The second bed on the left next to Fang Pengju's bed was the messiest in the dormitory. The bedding is piled haphazardly into a pile, and the scattered clothes are just embellishments. If you smell carefully, you can still smell the aroma of wine. If you lower your head and look under the bed, you can see neatly packed wine jars. Compared with the environment in which the owner of the bed lives, these wine jars are obviously very well taken care of.
The first bed on the left is next to the door, so this is Ling He's bed - he is always responsible for opening and closing doors for everyone. There are still a few patches on the quilt that are not very conspicuous, but they have been washed very clean.
The first bed on the right belongs to Jiang Wang, and his bedding is between Ling He's. Even though I hadn't been back for a long time, the bed was still neat and clearly cleaned regularly. Maybe it's Ling He, maybe it's Zhao Rucheng... maybe it's Fang Pengju,
The second bed on the right next to Jiang Wang belongs to Zhao Rucheng. His bed is unique in the entire dormitory. The bedding and sheets are all high-end Yunxiangzhai products. The small dormitory bed is also covered with a curtain embroidered with gold thread. . There is a world of difference from Du Yehu on the opposite side.
People who are not familiar with him may think that Zhao Rucheng is difficult to get along with, but in fact it is just that his living standards are too high. Even if you only come to live in the dormitory occasionally, you should make it as gorgeous and comfortable as possible. He even spent a lot of money to transform the entire dormitory into a top-class guest room - if Jiang Wang hadn't beaten him up.
Jiang Wang has spent three years in this dormitory from the time he was admitted to the outer gate of the Taoist Academy at the age of fourteen until now. Every detail in the room was extremely familiar to him.
Things are different and people are not the same.
Jiang Wang was silent for a while, then took off his shoes and socks, took off his shirt, and lay down on his bed.
He was very tired and exhausted, but it was only at this moment that he was finally able to sleep peacefully.
When you wake up, you are overwhelmed with things, and when you dream, you are waiting for the sky.
The entire Maple Forest City is square and neatly planned. The city lord's palace is in the center, radiating in all directions. The east city is the territory of the Taoist temple, and the wealthy families are in the west of the city. Most of the people living in the south city were civilians, while the merchants and wealthy businessmen basically gathered in the north of the city.
After seeing Jiang Wang safely walk out of the dean's quiet room, Ling He left the Taoist temple alone holding Fang Pengju's body.
When Fang Pengju was alive, he responded to everyone's call and had many friends. When he died, everyone despised him.
He behaves despicably and viciously and deserves to be despised.
Ling He didn't feel wronged for him, but he still felt a little heartbroken.
He wrapped Fang Pengju's body in his coat. The coat was old but clean.
For his journey, it was not too far from the east to the west of the city, and the road to the Fang family's mansion was also very familiar. But Ling He walked very slowly and his steps were heavy.
He couldn't bear it.
He is the oldest, and he should take good care of his four foster brothers, but he failed to do so.
He still remembers the scene where the five of them became sworn brothers by the Green Willow River, and the bright smiles of each of the five brothers.
Luliu River is a tributary of Qinghe River, passing around Niutou Mountain. The water in the river is very clear. It can reflect a young face and a young heart. That year they fought with swords and horses, that year they toasted and talked together, spent countless hours practicing martial arts, and spent countless nights talking by candlelight.
They agreed to ascend to the inner courtyard together, wield the sword Qingming together, and become saints together. Those memories, those...promises.
Ling He never thought that the day would come when five people who were so congenial and deeply affectionate would turn against each other and face each other for life and death.
How is this possible?
he thinks.
He couldn't understand, but he hugged Fang Pengju's cold body and finally walked to the door of Fang's mansion.
"What are you doing?" the concierge stopped him and asked.
Fangzhai's mansion is very high, as high as the sky.
"Oh." Ling He held Fang Pengju's body and bowed his head slightly to say hello, "Fang Pengju has passed away. I will send his body back for burial in your mansion."
If there is no one to collect the body, the body will be taken to the mass grave by the government for unified disposal. That is the favorite place for evil spirits to visit, and it is difficult to find peace after death.
But Ling He didn't think it was necessary to say this. He was not a person who liked to show off his merits, and he didn't think this was any merit.
The concierge's expression changed and he slammed the door tightly. A voice came from behind the door: "Take him away! The master said he is not allowed to come in!"
"Brother," Ling He said sincerely, "Please inform your master again. No matter what Pengju says, he is still a member of the Fang family. They may just be angry and won't ignore it."
The concierge seemed to hesitate for a moment, "I'll ask again...don't take the opportunity to break in!"
"Brother, please don't worry."
Ling He held Fang Pengju's body in his arms and stood in front of the door of Fang Mansion, listening to the footsteps hurrying away.
He lowered his head and said to Fang Pengju's already cold face: "Pengju, do you see what bastard things you have done? No one will remember you even after you die. Gods and ghosts hate you."
After a long time, the concierge's voice sounded from behind the door again.
"The master said." He thought for a moment and repeated the tone of the owner of Fangzhai: "You are already dead, why are you bringing him back?"
Ling He was stunned for a moment, and then said calmly: "The Fang family is a decent family, and they should give Pengju some respect."
"The master said that he already knows the cause of Fang Pengju's death. Such an unkind and unjust person is not from the Fang family!"
"But he is a member of the Fang family." Ling He said.
"Let's go!" The concierge threw a knife and coins from the crack of the door. "If you keep pestering us, we will report you to the police!"
Those knives and coins fell to the ground with a clanking sound, which attracted people's attention. If it is used to simply bury a corpse, it is more than enough. A lot of money is a tip.
This is the attitude of the Fang family.
Linghe fell silent.
He stopped trying to say anything.
He is poor and has been poor since he was a child. He was short of money. His only intact coat was wrapped around Fang Pengju's body, and his middle coat was heavily patched. He stood in front of the magnificent Fang Mansion, like a poor relative who had been rejected.
He hugged Fang Pengju's body, turned around and left.
From beginning to end, I didn't even look at the coins.
This is Ling He's attitude.
