I rewrote family history

Chapter 139 His Different Choice From It
dignity?

How much is dignity worth?

Is dignity for him to eat, or for him to wear?

"Miss Yu, I'm not a believer in the teachings of Confucius and Mencius, but Mencius has a good saying, 'A happy year is a lifetime of suffering, but an unlucky year will inevitably lead to death. This is to save the dead without fear of losing them. Is it right to treat the poor with etiquette?'"

"Eat your fill before talking about human nature and inhumanity. I think... is more important."

Ms. Yu is another false free person that Xu Cong thinks.Like many young masters and young ladies in Xinye, they are chasing new ideas of freedom, but they are unwilling to change for it.Ms. Yu is one step faster than others, and she can practice in a simple way, but her humanitarianism should not be advocated.

"You learned Mencius well."

(The previous article comes from "Mencius" "The Story of Qi Huan and Jin Wen".)
Hearing this sentence, Wang Jinlin admired Xu Cong even more. He clapped his hands and said, "I have said this to her too, but with little success. She has her obsessions, and we have ours. She is not happy Enjoy riding a rickshaw, let her go, anyway, her way is destined not to be listened to by many people, it is too anti-human."

"You are her father, why are you talking to others?" Mrs. Wang, beside Wang Jinlin, pinched the soft flesh on her man's waist, reminding her in a low voice.

It's not impossible to say this, but it's just that Miss Yu needs to save three points of face in front of outsiders.

Too much is not good anyway.

"Xu Cong is your brother's protégé, a family, there is no need to see outsiders."

"You dote on her too much."

Wang Jinlin waved his hand, expressing that he didn't mind.

"It's different."

The last sentence was continued, but it was not Mrs. Wang's, but Ms. Yu's rebuttal to Xu Cong and her father's words.

Her cheeks showed an angry look, and she was full of anger, "some things must be insisted on, if there is no reminder from us humanitarians, you may not really thank the rickshaw driver when you ride a rickshaw. Instead, accept their inferior service with peace of mind..."

As soon as these words came out, Xu Cong was speechless.

It's not that he can't think of how to refute Miss Yu's words, but that the next debate will inevitably lead to real fire.His words will also be harsher.

Besides, what Ms. Yu said made some sense.

There is no need to argue for the sake of rebuttal.

"Junior fights are nothing interesting, Yu'er, you and Xuan'er go into the back room to talk, we'll talk about other things..."

Before Ms. Yu could take the victorious gesture, her father interrupted her statement and asked her to leave first.

Miss Xuan dragged Miss Yu into the back room again.

"Other things" are not a big deal, but an excuse for Ms. Zhi Kaiyu to continue "noisy".Xu Cong once again tasted Liu Zhai's craftsmanship, but this time it was not the teacher's wife's, but the dinner made by Aunt Yun.

After making up his mind to take a trip to Yanjing, Xu Cong left Xinye after a few days.Without Mr.'s pressing, he might not have made up his mind so quickly.People are always pushed away by others.According to the contents of Chen Xian'an's letter three years ago, he took a carriage to Nanyang Fucheng, and then took the train to Yanjing in Nanyang.

Before parting, he and Miss Yu met a few more times.

The marriage failed.

Four twenty-eight.

Through the window of the train, Xu Cong glanced at the big clock hanging on the platform, and thought about the time silently.Immediately afterwards, his body was shaken by the train, swinging forward, and then fell back down on the bench.In the next second, there was a chirping sound from the cylinder, and the train doors of more than thirty carriages closed.

The locomotive continued to emit thick black smoke, blackening half of the windows, and the figure of the farewell person gradually shrank like ink dots. When the halo of ink dissipated, the endless Liaoye outside the car could not be seen.The setting sun is adorned with some vitality by the new corn seedlings.

There are people from all walks of life in the carriage, but most of them should be smoking.The carriage is filled with thin smoke, and as the train gallops, the cloud of smoke flies away against the wind with the slightly opened window, like the feather coat wrapped around the hand of an ancient fairy.

The sky quickly dimmed, and stars twinkled in the carriage.The waiters lit the kerosene lamps in the carriages, and at the same time began to sell their wares.

"A packet of wake-up medicine."

A carriage is filled with many people.Xu Cong carefully avoided a woman holding a baby, raised his hand, and gestured to the waiter.

With the sober medicine in hand, he took out a small piece of mint leaf and chewed it in his mouth.The fragrance of mint made his brain wake up instantly, and he was no longer confused.

He had to start getting used to life without Mr. Hu.

"where are you going?"

After several days of journey, at noon on the second day, Xu Cong became acquainted with another young man dressed as a student sitting on the opposite bench.They are of the same status and have similar experiences. Although they are not good friends, they can easily discuss one thing with each other after staying for a long time.

"Yanjing. I heard that the editorial department of "New Youth" has been moved from Shanghai to Yanjing. If possible, I would like to go in and be an editor. There are many, I want to go in and find a job..."

The young man smiled politely at first, and when he mentioned his purpose, his eyes became a little hot, and he held the suitcase tightly.

Since its publication in 1915 in the Western calendar, "New Youth" magazine has swept the country.Many students in Hongwen Hall also occasionally sent letters to the New Youth Magazine, hoping that the New Youth Magazine would requisition their articles.

Xu Cong also sent a letter, but the halberd fell into the sand.

"And you."

The young man's eyes are burning.

"I'm going to..."

Compared with the lofty ambitions of the youth, Xu Cong felt that his purpose was a bit difficult to talk about.Although their destination is Yanjing.He scratched his head and looked embarrassed, "My girlfriend is studying in Yanjing, and this time I went to Yanjing to meet her. By the way, let's see if there is any suitable specialized school in Yanjing..."

"Free love?"

"There's nothing to be afraid to tell."

The young man encouraged: "Finding a wife for yourself is an act of breaking through the feudal shackles and realizing independent marriage. It is precisely because people like you wake up, and everyone has a little strength, that we are not afraid of the difficulties encountered in transforming the world. ..."

……

The gray and white fox did not leave Xinye County.

Since meeting Xu Cong in the second year of Xuantong, it has become a habit to follow another self.

This is the first separation in seven years.

But Xu Cong has gone to another path that is different from it.One more of it, one less of it, doesn't make much difference.

It is difficult to abandon the old wife.

It understands that this may be the last waywardness for the rest of its life...  

It misses its old wife more than its other self.

Five days later, Miss Yu hadn't left Xinye, and was still living in her uncle's house.Her room was assigned to an upper room in the inner house.There are many wisteria orchids planted here, and the small garden in the courtyard is just outside the door.

A swing was made in the middle of the rockery in the yard by a servant.

"My father and mother have finally left. I will ask my uncle later to send me to a girls' school. When the time comes, it will be done. My parents will have nothing to do with me..."

Beside the swing, Miss Yu said to her cousin.

"This should be difficult. Uncle won't agree. When you were in Los Angeles, you begged uncle, but he didn't agree."

Miss Xuan told the truth.

Swings are just playthings for children. When they grow up, they will only occasionally have a little interest in swinging.The two girls were tired from playing, and Ms. Xuan took the lead to go back to her room to rest, leaving Ms. Yu alone.

"When can I go outside?"

The girl sat sideways on a short rock beside the rockery, she said to herself.

There are not many servants in Liu's house, and no one comes and goes.She felt a little bored, staring blankly at the thousands of violets on the pergola.She raised her head and plucked a small flower, and kept away from her hair.The silver silk flat hairpin she was wearing was already decorated with light purple tassels, and now she had a gorgeous little flower pinned on it, making her look even more delicate and innocent.

The gray and white fox approached the girl.

It curled up next to the girl, lazily basking in the sun.

At the age of 120, it doesn't have any lust or other thoughts in its heart.After many years of being together, it and his old wife are more like relatives.Sometimes when you are with your loved ones, you don't necessarily have to talk, just by her presence, you will feel comforted in your heart...

Time flies.

It and everything about the old wife came to mind like a revolving lantern.

Its eyes are gradually moist.

"I see you, little fox."

Miss Yu felt something soft and fluffy touching her feet.The gray and white fox was separated by a considerable distance, and it was her feet that swung back and forth that touched something that should not have been touched.

When she saw this lovely white fox, the gloom in her heart was instantly swept away.The butt quickly slid down the short rock.She squatted among the bushes, gently stroking the fox curled up in front of her, "Little white fox, why did you come to my uncle's house? It would be terrible if you were caught, where are your parents?"

Although the gray and white fox has grown up once and is no longer a young fox, its stature is still much smaller than that of an adult fox.

Xu Er's stupefied curled up body was a little horrified for a moment.It pulled the fox's head out of the curled up abdomen, then looked up at Miss Yu who was bowing her head, and yelled a few times to signal her not to yell.

It still remembers that Xu Cong told Liu Changda about its existence.It's just that Liu Changda didn't believe it.If there is another person to prove it, who knows if it will be regarded as an evil spirit again and suppressed in Shangyang Temple.

learn from mistakes.

But Ms. Yu is not Xu Cong, and the time she spends with it is only for a short while, so it is naturally difficult to understand what it says.

[I am a Fox Fairy]
[Baojiaxian]
[Don't tell others about my existence, others can't see me]
Xu Er stunned quickly wrote these three lines on the ground with his front paws.It is not afraid of being expelled from the world again, what it is afraid of is the harm of its relatives again.

"You...are a fox fairy?"

"Can't others see you?"

Miss Yu, who was squatting on the ground, was stunned for a moment, and she began to look at the fox.There is not much difference between this fox and ordinary foxes, but the pupils are deeper, and the hair is smoother and shiny.

But a fox who can write is not ordinary no matter how you look at it.

Her mind began to ponder.

An ordinary fox, she can only love and care for.But if it is a fox fairy, according to "Liao Zhai" and some story books, there are many harmful monsters among them.

"What's your name?"

Miss Yu suppressed the horror in her heart, put on a calm expression, and asked.

Since you can write, you will have a name.

It was a strange feeling that she was not hostile to this fox fairy who only had the potential to harm people, as if there was a consciousness deep in her heart telling her that it was a good fox fairy and would not harm people.

[Xu... the fool]
The gray and white fox revealed its true name.

Except for the Xujiabao clan outside the county seat, only a few people in the city knew that Xu Cong was originally called Xu Erlianzi.Among them were Liu Changda and Ms. Lu.

Seeing these four words, the girl covered her mouth and laughed out loud.

No matter which storybook the fox fairy is called, no matter how unpleasant the name is, he will never be called "Xu Er Lengzi" such a cheap name in the countryside.

Even if it's called...Xiaobai.

"Xu Er's fool..., I'll call you Er's fool."

"You fool, don't worry, I won't tell others about you, but if you are a bad fox and attack people around me, I won't be polite to you."

Miss Yu picked up the gray-white fox by the waist, stroked its head, pretended to be fierce, and warned.

Xu Er nodded repeatedly.

How could it be detrimental to the people around the old wife.

In addition, while answering, it also secretly rejoiced.Fortunately, it separated from Xu Cong temporarily and came to Ms. Yu's place, otherwise it wouldn't have the chance to be alone with Ms. Yu.

Night is coming soon.

It is in Miss Yu's boudoir, accompanying her to sleep.

……

modern.

On the train to Xinye County.

"Your mother and I met in the back house of Mr.'s house, which is a sea of ​​violet flowers. She is Mr.'s niece. Mr. asked us to meet with the idea of ​​kissing each other..."

"Your mother...she has a personality and is a humanitarian."

On the soft bed, a hint of memory appeared in the depths of Xu Er's eyes.

He and Xu Cong took two completely different paths.But fortunately, it is still by the old wife's side.

"Humanitarian?"

"This is……"

Xu Rong was dumbfounded when she heard this familiar yet unfamiliar vocabulary.The father and mother she thought were no different from ordinary fathers and mothers.However, just the five words "humanitarian" broke her inherent thinking.

"Humanitarian?"

"I didn't expect Grandma to be such a person."

Xu Qing said in surprise.

She explained the meaning of humanitarianism to her aunt Xu Rong.

"Yes, your great grandma, a young lady, would not take a rickshaw when she travels. I remember that I... argued with her a few words. Our fate...maybe began at that time..."

Xu Er stared blankly at Liaoye by the car window.

The early wheat is already golden, and the late wheat is dyed a layer of gold.

"Grandma is really interesting."

"Much more trendy than us."

Xu Qing smiled.

　This chapter is a bit difficult. I deleted it and wrote it, and wrote it and deleted it. It is a transitional chapter.So there are even fewer, and readers, gentlemen, please don’t blame them.There are too many, I can't code them...o(╥﹏╥)o
　　
　
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