20 years of the Republic of China

Chapter 588 This place of peace of mind is my hometown

The next day, at dawn, Jiang Lianheng called Zhao Guoyan and Li Zhengxi and drove to the French Concession Hospital.

Wen Tingge could already sit up against the head of the bed and his legs could move with some difficulty, but he was still unable to get out of bed, let alone walk freely.

Even if you recover, you will never be as good as before.

The business of trying to go too far and create too many problems will definitely not be able to continue.

With all his abilities, just two shots destroyed most of them. It's a pity.

"That's nothing. Since I followed my boss, I haven't relied on this business for a living for many years." Wen Tingge said, "I have lost my skills, but I still have the experience."

Seeing that he was open-minded and could take things as they pleased, everyone felt a little relieved.

Wen Tingge added: "If there is anything unfortunate, it's that the person who came to the hospital to see me that day was Wan Youyuan. If it was Zhang Xiaolin, I would have shot him dead."

Li Zhengxi felt guilty and murmured, "We should switch. If you were there that night, Zhang Xiaolin might have died."

Everyone waved their hands and advised him not to say such things.

Then, Jiang Lianheng recounted the entire tea lecture in detail from beginning to end.

Wen Tingge listened silently, with veins gradually bulging on his cheeks. He learned that the peace talks were the intention of the higher-ups and he had to disobey, but he felt a little unwilling in the end.

He was silent for a while, then suddenly raised his head, his eyes sparkling, and said, "Boss, please let me stay in Shanghai."

"Yes, that's what I meant. My family is going to open a shop in Shanghai, and you can rest and recuperate here, and you can help maintain the business, but -"

Jiang Lianheng sat down on a chair beside the bed, and his expression suddenly became serious.

"I know you are close to Yan Sheng and have a good relationship with him, so I have to remind you not to make decisions on your own. After all, this tea talk was the idea of ​​the military envoy."

"I understand. I can wait. There won't always be people with the surname He in Shanghai. There will always be opportunities. Even if I'm not good enough, I will find someone else to do it."

Wen Tingge couldn't get over the hurdle in his heart, so his words were inevitably a little stubborn.

Jiang Lianheng did not express his opinion, but he tacitly agreed.

Take revenge as soon as possible. Who can predict what will happen in the future?
Not to mention natural disasters and man-made disasters, even hatred itself has a shelf life, which depends on determination.

Jiang Lianheng waved his hand, unwilling to delve into the matter, and said, "Let's change the subject. I have something to ask you."

Wen Tingge was stunned and asked hurriedly: "What's the matter?"

"You and Yansheng visit each other frequently. Do you know... where Yansheng's hometown is? I'm a little undecided now. How should I place him?"

Facing Jiang Lianheng's question, Wen Tingge hesitated a little. After thinking for a while, he suddenly felt a little regretful.

"This... I did ask him, but he said that he was raised by his master father. Ever since he could remember, he has been traveling all over the country and has no fixed place to live."

"Then his master father doesn't know either?"

"Maybe he knows, but I never told him. Brother Liu said that when he was a kid he always asked, but the master wouldn't tell him. Then, gradually, he just stopped asking."

In this case, Liu Yansheng was either picked up or bought, and he was definitely not from an ordinary family.

When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but look at each other.

The children of Jianghu are at home all over the world.

These eight words are always heavy. Only by experiencing it can you understand the feeling. Behind the glory, there is inevitably sadness.

Jiang Lianheng thought for a long time and remained silent.

There was no need to worry so much about this matter, but he felt guilty and it involved Liu Yansheng's funeral, so he felt uneasy and could not help but think it over again.

Finally, he looked at the time and saw that it was already bright outside the window. He had a lot of things to plan, so he stood up hastily and said, "I'll go over and take a look first."

Seeing this, Zhao Guoyan and Li Zhengxi also stood up, gave Wen Tingge a few words of advice, urging him to rest well, and then followed him away.

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After leaving the hospital, Jiang Lianheng returned to the Lao Qingyun Hotel.

After a simple meal, Lai Chunbao came to visit shortly afterwards, preparing to take a few people to the Beijiao Yizhuang to visit Liu Yansheng's body.

Jiang Lianheng called all his family members together, and they took cars or trams, and followed the Guangdong Gang members all the way to the northeast of the city.

There is bound to be some gossip along the way.

Lai Chunbao took the initiative to open up the conversation and said, "Mr. Jiang, we have already investigated after Cheng Maoling's death. He was a traitor and should be killed."

Jiang Lianheng shook his head and said, "Whether he should be killed or not, he was killed. We all lost brothers. What's the point of talking about this now?"

"What I mean is that there isn't actually that big of a conflict between the Yue Gang and the Jiang family. It's all just a misunderstanding. If you want to blame someone, just blame that idiot Zhang Xiaolin!"

"Flop? What does that mean?"

Like "beisan", "pujie" seems to be a foreign word.

It is said, just said, that "Poujie" means Poor Guy - a poor creature, a small fry, a scoundrel, which is not a good word after all.

Jiang Lianheng repeated it several times, and suddenly laughed: "In my family, people like this should be called little bastards, little Karami, but they are still not as fashionable as you!"

Lai Chunbao also repeated it several times, and mistakenly thought he was joking, so he said: "Guangdong Province was opened to the outside world early, and I have seen a lot of foreigners. It is inevitable that I have learned a few words. Mr. Jiang, please forgive me for making fun of you."

Unexpectedly, Jiang Lianheng suddenly said seriously: "There is nothing to laugh at. It is good to have many skills. It is also good to learn a few foreign words."

Seeing that he was quite serious, Lai Chunbao stopped talking to him.

Only Jiang Lianheng himself probably knows how much his trip to Shanghai has changed his mood and how much impact it has had on his plans for his children.

Before nine o'clock, the two cars slowly stopped.

Everyone got out of the carriage one after another, and Zhao Guoyan, Li Zhengxi and Chuanghu were all there.

The rest of the Jiang family members took the public tram and then walked to the edge of the city. The pace was a little slower, but after waiting for a while, they all arrived.

The charity cemetery of the Guangdong Hometown Association Hall is quite grand, with an old-style courtyard that appears solemn and dignified.

Many Cantonese who died in a foreign land were able to return to their hometown with the help and support of their hometown associations.

"Let's go!"

Lai Chunbao led everyone through the courtyard gate and pushed open the door of a small house in the corner. It was obvious that they were receiving special care.

The Jiang family's identity was recognized by the Military Guard's Office, and Liu Yansheng's body was naturally taken better care of.

As winter approaches, Shanghai is damp and cold.

The coffin room is not big and eerie. There is only one coffin, which looks a little lonely.

In front of the coffin, there was a simple offering table with new offerings on it, which gave people the illusion that the geese had just left.

Li Zhengxi was the first to walk into the room, walked around the altar, turned around and asked, "Can I take a look?" "Yes, but I advise you not to." Lai Chunbao explained, "It's been almost a month, and it's humid in Shanghai at this time of year, so it's better to keep a good memory."

Li Zhengxi hesitated a little, looked up at Jiang Lianheng, then looked at Zhao Guoyan and Chuanghu, as if asking for their opinions, and asked: "Why don't we take a look?"

Zhao Guoyan nodded and said, "Well, after saying goodbye, I should take a look."

If I don't watch it, I'll always feel a little uneasy.

Seeing this, Lai Chunbao ordered the people in the charity cemetery to push the coffin lid open to create a foot-long gap.

Li Zhengxi rushed forward, pushed everyone away almost rudely, and looked into the coffin.

However, after just one look, he straightened up as if he had been electrocuted, turned his head, looked towards the corner of the room, wiped his face randomly, and cursed.

Zhao Guoyan followed closely behind, lowering his head with a serious expression.

He didn't dodge immediately, but his brows became more and more wrinkled, and his neck became thicker. He was silent for a long time, suddenly raised his hand and slapped himself in the face, then left angrily.

Next, Chuanghu walked over timidly. He took a few glances at first, but couldn't see clearly, so he held the coffin with both hands and stood on tiptoe.

He took a look eagerly, his face turned pale, and he stepped back in panic. His mind was blank and he was unable to speak.

Afterwards, the rest of the Jiang family also walked around the coffin and looked at Liu Yansheng as a farewell.

Everyone had looked, except Jiang Lianheng, who was still standing far away at the door, hesitant.

"Brother, don't you want to see Old Liu?" Li Zhengxi was a little surprised.

Jiang Lianheng pondered for a long time, finally shook his head and said, "Forget it, I'd better not watch it."

"Don't watch it?"

"Don't look at it."

Jiang Lianheng's tone was firm, seemingly heartless and ungrateful, but in fact he was too ashamed to face it.

Lai Chunbao saw this and said, "Mr. Jiang, the dead are the most important. If you really don't want to see it, then you'd better close the coffin quickly to avoid breaking the taboo."

At this time, because the coffin was opened, the room was filled with a bad smell.

Although no one said anything, they couldn't help but sniffle.

Jiang Lianheng responded and asked the people in the charity cemetery to cover the coffin again.

Soon, everyone started burning incense and paper, which was the common procedure for funerals.

It’s just that the customs in different places are different, and the details are slightly different.

But Jiang Lianheng took this very seriously. No matter what the people in the charity cemetery said, he did as they said and had never listened to anyone's advice before.

When the ceremony was over, the atmosphere gradually quieted down.

The brothers left the room one after another and chatted in the yard.

Lai Chunbao kept Jiang Lianheng and the others in the room and asked, "Mr. Jiang, Mr. Liu's body has been here for more than a month. We can't just leave it like this. He is your man. Do you think we should bury him here, or send him back to his hometown in Guangdong Province, or take him back to Fengtian with you? If you don't plan to bury him here, I suggest that we cremate him as soon as possible."

Jiang Lianheng frowned and hesitated for a moment. Just as he was about to speak, Chuang Hu spoke first.

"Of course it should be transported back to Fengtian!"

His tone was particularly firm, as if Liu Yansheng had told him the story in a dream. Everyone was curious and asked him why he was so sure.

Chuang Hu was stunned, but said: "This is what Liu Gong Yansheng told me personally!"

"What?" Li Zhengxi's eyes widened. "What do you mean? Does Old Liu know that he will be in trouble?"

"That's not the case—"

Halfway through his words, Chuang Hu suddenly frowned again, "Hiss - eh, that's not right, he might really know!"

Seeing that he was talking nonsense, Jiang Lianheng immediately scolded him, "Huzi, don't fucking joke about this. What did Yansheng say to you?"

Zhao Guoyan was also somewhat dissatisfied, thinking that this boy was not very serious, so he said, "Don't talk nonsense!"

Chuanghu didn't dare to speak nonsense, so he told the whole story honestly:
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Boss, if we really want to talk about this, we have to start from when we were setting up the scheme to play with the three tycoons!
At that time, I was mainly responsible for writing manuscripts, such as "The old man in Huangshan knocks on the mountain to suppress the two evil spirits, and the dragon crossing the river captures the three monsters."

The deadline for submission is too tight and I can't think of anything to write, so you let me go talk to Liu Gongyansheng and find some inspiration from him.

To my shame, that night when I went to see him next door, he was writing a press release.

I told him, I heard you can tell fortunes, can you help me predict my marriage?

He invited me into the room and told me my fortune, but the result had to be kept confidential as it involved personal privacy.

After the calculation, I asked him curiously, have you ever calculated for yourself?

He said no and didn’t want to count, as he felt he was living a good life now.

I chatted with him for a while, and as we were talking, he became a little more interested and told me his fortune.

At first, I thought he was also calculating marriage, but for some reason, after he finished the first calculation, he looked unhappy, so he calculated another one.

I was curious, so I asked him why he had to tell two hexagrams.

His expression was weird, his eyes were wandering, and he looked very unnatural. He felt like... like a guilty thief, for some inexplicable reason.

I asked him several times, but he didn't explain. He just said that these were just things he said for fun, a way to make a living, and shouldn't be taken seriously.

Then he started interrupting me and talking about random things, asking me how my book was selling. I love talking about this, so I chatted with him for a very long time.

It was almost midnight and I felt a little embarrassed. You can't just talk about me, right?
So I asked him how he came to Fengtian, how he met his boss, where he was before, whether he missed home and so on.

He talked a lot, mostly about his master's father. When he talked about the plague, he started talking more and more.

Boss, he told me that he has always been very grateful to you, and said that if it weren't for you, he might have died that year of the plague and the year when Marshal Zhang came to power.

Talking a lot of nonsense, the fortune teller can really speak in plain language!

It made me feel quite sad and touched.

I advised him, saying that you have made it now, you are no longer the little Karami, you have money, don’t you want to go home?
As the old saying goes, if you don't return home when you're rich, it's like walking in fine clothes at night!
He thought for a while, shook his head and said that his current wealth was obtained from the Jiang family in Fengtian, so it would be good for him to stay in Fengtian.

As for going to Guandong, people from Shandong, Zhili and Henan provinces can do it, so why can't people from Guangdong? Isn't it just a little far away?
I asked him if he was used to living outside the Great Wall.
He said that apart from the food being worse, there was nothing he was not used to. He was only about 30 years old and had lived outside the Great Wall for thirteen years, so he could be considered a native of the area.

I asked him again, "Are you really not going back? Never going back?"
He said of course, where my heart is at peace is my hometown.

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After Chuang Hu finished speaking, everyone was moved to tears...

(End of this chapter)