Chapter 136: , Li Heng

State-run hotels in this era were generally located in the center of small towns, and the surroundings were incomparably prosperous.

Li Heng and the English teacher walked along the old streets, walking carelessly all the way.

Passing a cotton candy stall, he felt mischievous and spent another dime to buy two, stuffing one into her mouth when the teacher wasn't paying attention.

The English teacher squinted at him, feeling both angry and amused. Finally, her sexy red lips moved, and she still bit into it one bite at a time.

"Teacher, I'm going to Song Yu's house tomorrow. What kind of gift should I buy?" Li Heng asked for advice while looking around.

The English teacher mocked, "In what capacity do you want to visit?"

This question stumped him.

Even though he was very urgent, he could only visit as a classmate and friend for now.

Seeing him silent, the English teacher seemed to understand his thoughts all of a sudden, "Just buy what you bought when you went to my grandparents' house, and follow that set."

Li Heng said strangely, "Can that be the same? You are my teacher, and she is Song Yu."

Hearing this at first, the English teacher didn't notice anything, but after savoring it carefully, Huo! The flames in her eyes immediately rose up.

She sneered and said, "Since you like Song Yu so much, why do you still provoke Chen Zijin and Xiao Han?"

Xiao Han?

Li Heng opened his mouth in a daze, "You know?"

The English teacher pushed him aside and walked forward, saying arrogantly, "If you want people not to know, you must not do it yourself. Don't think you've hidden it well. I'll see how you end up in the future."

Li Heng looked at her arrogant, enchanting back and followed her depressedly.

Walking forward for about 30 meters, the English teacher suddenly stopped in front of a musical instrument shop.

The shop was not big and appeared relatively simple. Inside were various traditional musical instruments such as erhu, flute, ocarina, guzheng, pipa, and xiao.

Li Heng caught up and asked, "Teacher can also play musical instruments?"

The English teacher said, "Seeing these instruments, I thought of Shuheng. She is proficient in everything—zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting—and plays a good guzheng. During college, I learned to play the xiao from her."

Playing the xiao, Li Heng aimed at her flaming red lips, which unexpectedly fit this instrument, "Why don't we buy one?"

Having run through half of China, this was the English teacher's first strong desire to shop. She walked into the shop and picked out a bamboo xiao with a sense of age.

Li Heng wasn't idle either; he bought a flute. Because there were no entertainment activities in this day and age, he discovered when he was a child that many men in the village had a craft, the most common being two-stringed fiddle, small oboe, and flute.

As a child, he thought it was very fun, and blowing a tune at weddings and funerals was very prestigious. He started learning this from his father and neighbors from the first grade until the third year of junior high, when he put it down to go all out for his studies. Thinking about it, he hadn't touched it for several years.

Of course, his best instrument was the piano. Because Song Yu had a quiet personality and loved listening to it, he learned it for several years halfway through just to please her.

Don't look at Zhang Zhiyong as jumpy; he could play a good drum and had even replaced his grandfather as a drummer in a band for several funerals.

At that time, everyone else's childhood wishes were to be scientists, workers, train drivers, astronauts, poets, and other high-end professions.

Only Li Heng and Zhang Zhiyong and a group of little friends had a very unique dream, which was to form their own band and dominate the funeral activities in the ten miles and eight villages.

After buying the musical instruments, Li Heng bought some gifts for the Song family tomorrow.

He figured it out this time. With his current status, the gifts shouldn't be too valuable; just expressing his heart is enough.

Otherwise, if Jiang Yue and Song Shi were to have psychological burdens, it would be easy to be counterproductive.

After buying things, the sky had completely darkened. The two decided not to stroll anymore and returned to the hotel.

In the evening, Li Heng read for a few hours.

The English teacher accompanied him to read next to him until the dim-witted one and Li Ran returned noisily, and then she returned to her own room.

The next day.

The sky hadn't fully opened yet, and the light wasn't very bright, casting shadows on the scattered things around.

Li Heng and the four others got up early and started today's itinerary: touring Dongtinghu and going to Junshan Island in the middle of the lake.

Speaking of the boundless Dongtinghu, the most easily remembered is naturally the famous sentence in "Yueyang Tower Notes": Worry before the world worries, enjoy after the world enjoys.

Fan Zhongyan was indeed a master of the literary world, writing good articles. He used a rhythm similar to the waves of Dongtinghu to make the literary style of describing the scenery roll and surge.

However, for such a large Dongtinghu, is only Fan Zhongyan's loud sorrow allowed, and not Lu Dongbin's immortal style?

Chinese culture is not a single note.

Lu Dongbin's green snake, wine breath, and laughter stirred Dongtinghu into a mysterious state. At least, thinking of him, later generations would jump out of Fan Zhongyan and try to figure out this strange lake. A tourist wrote a famous long couplet, which is now also engraved in the tower:

How strange is this tower, Du Shaoling's five-character masterpiece, Fan Xiwen's two-character concern, Teng Zijing's hundred wastes revived, Lu Chunyang's three passes must be drunk. Poetry? Confucianism? History? Immortal? Not seeing the ancients before, making people shed tears.

After seeing the misty Dongtinghu, Li Heng and the four others finally abandoned the boat and landed on the island.

The island was Junshan Island.

It is said that the clouds and dreams are steamed, and the waves shake Yueyang Tower. But Dongtinghu at the end of August was not as hot as imagined, or perhaps they were lucky. The lake breeze rippled, and the poisonous sun shining on people didn't have a burning sensation.

Zhang Zhiyong, this vulgar person, was also conquered by the beautiful scenery of Dongtinghu today. He opened his eyes wide and asked, "Heng Heng Da Ye, is Song Yu's old home on Junshan Island?"

Li Heng said, "Of course it's not on Junshan Island, but Song Yu's grandparents are old tea farmers on Junshan Island and have been operating for some years. Now is the time when summer tea production is at its highest. Coming here is definitely not wrong."

The English teacher looked sideways and asked, "Have you been here?"

Of course he had been here in his previous life, and many times. The two had reached the point of talking about marriage. If it weren't for Chen Zijin's strong intervention, he would have been a proper son-in-law of Dongtinghu.

Past events were vivid in his mind. Looking at the familiar ancient trees and temples near and far, Li Heng was very emotional, "No, I heard it from Song Yu. She said that every summer, their family of three would come to the island to escape the heat for a period of time and incidentally help her grandparents pick tea leaves."

Green trees shaded the path, winding along the small pebble road. At the end, the four of them finally saw farmhouse houses one after another. The destination had arrived.

The English teacher stood on a large rock, overlooking the entire mountain col terrain and said, "This place is really beautiful, a good place for self-cultivation. Which building is Song Yu's house?"

Li Heng reached out and pointed to the independent farmhouse courtyard on the far left, about 150 meters away, "That's it."

Li Ran suddenly said excitedly, "There are people in the courtyard, it seems they just came back from casting nets to catch fish, so many, many fish, let's go and see."

Li Ran, as a woman who had lived in the northwest for more than 20 years, facing nothing but yellow earth or wind and sand all day, had never seen such beautiful Jiangnan scenery. She loved eating fish and had no resistance to catching fish, urging the three of them to move forward.

The English teacher thought for a moment and asked, "We didn't communicate with Song Yu beforehand. If we go over with so many people, will it seem too abrupt?"

Hearing this, Li Ran and Zhang Zhiyong, who had run out a few steps, stopped in unison and turned to look at Li Heng.

Li Heng smiled and said to Zhang Zhiyong, "Old Yong, stand on the rock and shout 'Song Yu's' name over there."

Song Yu is a famous great beauty. Zhang Zhiyong is always a bit restrained and unable to let go when facing her. Hearing this, he immediately refused, full of complaints:

"Why me? It's clearly you who are in a hurry to see Song Yu. I won't lose face like that."

The English teacher flicked her long hair and smiled, "What else could it be? Someone is naturally guilty."

Li Ran was confused, looking at Li Heng for a while, then at the dim-witted one and Wang Runwen for a while, and after a long time, she said:

"Who is Song Yu? Is Li Heng even more fickle than me? Is he involved with this Song Yu?"

Hearing this tiger-wolf word "fickle," the English teacher couldn't help it and successfully laughed.

Zhang Zhiyong muttered, "You'll know when you see her later. She's purely a great beauty. I've lived for 19 years, and she is the most beautiful."

Li Ran didn't believe it, "More beautiful than Xiao Han?"

Zhang Zhiyong was afraid of being beaten, moved a few steps away from Li Heng, and gestured, "Xiao Han is beautiful, but I think Song Yu is just as good."

Li Ran turned to the English teacher.

The English teacher carefully deliberated and said, "Both are beautiful, but if I were a man, I might choose Song Yu. She has all the classical charm of a Jiangnan woman."

Li Ran rolled up her sleeves, "Really? Then I'll have to see for myself later. Could she be more beautiful than the one I saw at the Big Wild Goose Pagoda in Xi'an?"

Li Heng thought to himself that they were a bunch of simpletons; they were both the two women he loved most, so what was the difference in quality? Under his coercion and inducement, Zhang Zhiyong finally stood on the big rock unwillingly.

With both hands cupped around his mouth like a megaphone, he shouted, "Song Yu! Look here, look here!"

The dim-witted one's voice was very loud and sharp. If it were in the middle of the night, it would definitely have the effect of a ghost crying and a wolf howling.

Sure enough, hearing this abrupt sound, a group of people in the courtyard turned around and looked over instantly.

Including Song Yu and her aunt who had just come out of the main room, they all looked up at the same time.

Aunt Song Jin asked, "Yu Bao, do you know that person?"

"Aunt, that's my high school classmate Zhang Zhiyong."

After saying Zhang Zhiyong's name, Song Yu's gaze fell on Li Heng. After a few seconds, she continued, "My English teacher is here too."

Song Jin asked according to their attire, "The one in red?"

"Mn." Song Yu gave a soft "mn," then put the bamboo basket in her hand on the ground and walked towards Li Heng and the four others.

Song Jin said to an old woman in the room, "Mom, Yu Bao's classmate and teacher are here. Hurry up and cook."

The old woman poked her head out, "How many came?"

Song Jin said, "4."

"Then we have to use the big pot to cook rice." The old woman went to the backyard and washed rice to cook at high speed.

Song Jin took two bamboo baskets and walked to the center of the courtyard, asking Jiang Yue, who was looking forward to it, "Sister-in-law, do you know them?"

Jiang Yue replied, "I'm familiar with Teacher Wang Runwen."

Song Jin was a master at observing colors, "Why do I feel like you don't look very happy? Is the relationship not good?"

After asking, Song Jin felt she had asked in vain. If the relationship wasn't good, how could the other party find their way here?

Jiang Yue shook her head, then put the silverfish in her hand into the bamboo basket and walked towards Li Heng and the four others.

Seeing this, Song Jin couldn't care about helping anymore and followed behind.

150 meters is not far, but not close. Under the gaze of the four, Song Yu, with her hair scattered and an ethereal temperament, dressed in plain white clothes, came from far to near, swaying gracefully.

Li Ran stared at Song Yu without blinking. After a long while, she said, "Fifteen years old, more beautiful than a fairy, a Chang'e in the sun, a lotus on dry land. Where did she learn to teach parrots to speak, under the green gauze window, before the embroidered window.

Sigh, she is indeed too beautiful, like a person in a painting. I agree with Teacher's statement. If I were a man, I would also choose her first. Not to mention falling in love, just seeing her every day would make me feel refreshed."

Seeing Song Yu approaching, the dim-witted one, who had been jumpy, instantly changed his appearance and honestly didn't speak. Otherwise, if it were normal, this guy would have asked at least once: Between Song Yu and that girl at the Big Wild Goose Pagoda in Xi'an, who is more beautiful?

Song Yu walked up to the four, her eyes carrying a faint smile as she looked at Li Heng silently for two seconds, then took the lead in greeting the English teacher, "Teacher, you're here."

"Mn, we came from the Three Gorges. Passing by Dongtinghu, I thought of you being here, so I suggested coming to see you."

Seeing Jiang Yue following behind, the English teacher not only explained for someone but also took the responsibility upon herself.

In Wang Runwen's view, Li Heng was so unreliable, simultaneously entangling with three excellent girls, and something would happen sooner or later. So she would help out whenever she could, at least not let him make a fool of himself under her nose.

Sure enough, hearing that Li Heng and the four others came from the Three Gorges, Jiang Yue felt relieved. She was just afraid that Li Heng had come specifically for Yu Bao from thousands of miles away.

Regarding Li Heng, she couldn't say what kind of feeling she had now.

Logically speaking, with Li Heng's status as a great writer and his overflowing talent, Jiang Yue wouldn't have opposed him pursuing her daughter so quickly.

But thinking that he was still unclear with Chen Zijin, Jiang Yue felt inexplicably uncomfortable and inexplicably tightened a string, afraid that her precious daughter would be deceived.

After greeting Zhang Zhiyong and exchanging pleasantries with Li Ran under the dim-witted one's introduction, Song Yu slowly looked at Li Heng and said softly, "Li Heng, I haven't seen you for a whole summer vacation, and your spirit is even better."

Li Heng exerted his thick-skinned spirit, "Do you think my scholarly air is more mellow?"

Song Yu smiled beautifully, quiet and silent, but her hands were not idle, helping to carry his luggage.

Seeing this scene, Li Ran was convinced. Such a delicious person, her relationship with Li Heng must be unusual?

Otherwise, with the teacher here, why didn't she help the teacher carry things first?

Instead, she helped Li Heng carry things first?

Well, Li Heng had a lot of things, but the dim-witted one, as a man, had just as many things on his back and in his hands, and Song Yu didn't go over to help him either.

Li Ran had traveled north and south for many years and had long since practiced a pair of fiery eyes. Song Yu's instinctive actions reflected something deep in her heart.

To Jiang Yue, who walked up the small path, Li Heng said politely, "Aunt, I'm disturbing you today."

You don't hit a smiling person with your hand. Moreover, the other party was considered polite and restrained. Even if there were various suspicions in her heart, Jiang Yue was still very warm on the surface, "Everyone is an acquaintance. Since you're here, you're here. Why buy so many things?"

Then she enthusiastically greeted the four, "Runwen, let's go. It's sunny over here, and the sun is a bit big. You all go into the house and rest for a while."

The Song family leaned against the mountain, and there was no sun in the courtyard. The four of them first drank a few wooden ladles of cool well water, then talked to the Song family one by one.

Besides the two old people, the Song family also had one son and two daughters. Song Shi was the second child and the only male in the family. Song Jin was the youngest daughter, who had also brought her husband and 5-year-old son back to visit relatives this time.

As for the eldest daughter of the Song family, she was far away in Qinghai with her officer husband and only came back once every few years.

Song Jin's husband was a commoner, usually very obedient to his wife, but there was one thing: he was a smoker, the kind who could burn two packs a day, and he had to smoke good cigarettes; he wouldn't even touch bad ones. Of course, he was from Changshi, and his family was wealthy, so he had the confidence to be extravagant.

Flat-head Zhao Ping took out two cigarettes and distributed them to Li Heng and Zhang Zhiyong, "Do you smoke?"

Seeing everyone looking, Zhang Zhiyong glanced at Li Heng, and the hand he reached out retracted.

Li Heng knew Zhao Ping's personality; he loved face the most. If he gave you a cigarette and you didn't take it, he wouldn't pay attention to you for a long time unless you had extraordinary qualities.

This temper, if you say it's strange, it's not strange, but if you say it's not strange, it feels very strange.

Li Heng took the cigarette generously, leaned over to light it, took a puff, and said, "I haven't smoked before. Let me try what it tastes like."

Zhang Zhiyong followed suit and took the cigarette, puffing out clouds and mist.

While chatting, Song Jin saw that her sister-in-law was very concerned about Li Heng, so she asked quietly, "What's the background? So young and going to the Three Gorges, and still smoking?"

If you want to talk about later generations, let alone going to the Three Gorges, even if you cross the ocean to go abroad, it's nothing.

But in this day and age, the road is not safe. Haven't you seen the various missing person notices in the newspaper?

Society is chaotic.

Before Jiang Yue could answer, the English teacher, who was chatting with Song Shi, had already solved the puzzle for Song Jin. I saw Song Shi ask, "Runwen, are you going to the Three Gorges for tourism?"

Wang Runwen smiled and replied, "It can be considered tourism, but being idle and bored, it's mainly to accompany Li Heng to collect wind. He is creating a new novel."

The English teacher, who didn't know the inside story, had no choice. Li Heng, this bad thing, didn't learn anything good, but learned to smoke from others. This wasn't ruining his image in front of the Song family, so she had to help him rescue it.

Zhao Ping was curious and looked Li Heng up and down, "Writing a novel? Are you a writer?"

Li Heng nodded, "Just making a living."

Zhao Ping wasn't stupid. If he was just making a living, could he have three people accompanying him? One of them was such a hot and sexy teacher. He asked, "Oh, what novel are you writing?"

Listen to that tone; if it weren't for the fact that the two had a very good relationship in their past lives, Li Heng would have been ready to just give a perfunctory reply and be done with it: "Cultural Bitter Journey."

Zhao Ping was stunned. Writing about culture at such a young age? Are you sure it's not writing martial arts? Isn't this fooling a ghost? But it wasn't easy to keep asking.

At this time, Song Shi smiled and helped his brother-in-law solve the puzzle, "Li Heng once wrote *To Live*."

Zhao Ping subconsciously blurted out, "Writer December?"

Song Shi nodded, "That's him."

Zhao Ping looked at Li Heng in a daze for a long time until the cigarette butt burned his hand before he came back to his senses. He was immediately filled with awe and hurriedly took out another cigarette and handed it over. This time, he changed from the previous one-handed delivery to offering it with both hands, "Did you really write *To Live*?"

Li Heng was dumbfounded, took the cigarette, and said, "A work of luck."

If he didn't know his brother-in-law's character and that he wouldn't shoot without a target, Zhao Ping, who heard this, would have wanted to slap Li Heng to death. Is a high-level literary work like *To Live* something that can be achieved by luck?

If it could be achieved by luck, he would also want to be lucky!

It wasn't just Zhao Ping who lost his composure; everyone in the courtyard followed suit.

Including Song Jin.

Including the old man Song, who was lowering his head to untie the fish, also raised his head.

Seeing the adults in the courtyard all looking at Li Heng, Song Jin's 5-year-old son asked Jiang Yue beside him, "Aunt, what is *To Live*? Is it more delicious than this fish?"

Jiang Yue smiled, picked up the child, and said, "*To Live*? You can buy many such fish."

The 5-year-old child tilted his head towards Li Heng, "My dad gave you two cigarettes, you also treat me to two fish."

As soon as this word came out, everyone laughed. This little ghost was shrewd; he knew how to help his father get back the cost, focusing on not suffering losses.

Li Heng said cheerfully, "Okay, I'll go catch two tonight."

Li Heng is a writer, so everyone didn't feel anything about Li Heng smoking. Moreover, he was giving face by smoking, not smoking often.

Song Jin walked into the backyard and said to her mother, who was cooking, "Mom, a distinguished guest has come today. Cook the dishes better."

Mother Song pointed to the dishes prepared on the chopping board, "There is fish and meat, look."

Song Jin came to the chopping board, looked at them one by one, and finally said, "Not enough. Take out some wild goods, such as dried mushrooms, forest frogs, and wild roe deer."

Mother Song poked her head out from behind the stove, "How distinguished is the guest? Even the wild goods that your eldest sister finally sent back have to be shown off?"

Song Jin smiled and said, "Mom, it's not showing off. This person today is not ordinary. If you entertain him well, in the future..."

Before she finished speaking, Jiang Yue came in from outside holding the child and said to Mother Song, "The dishes on the chopping board are enough. Don't toss about."

The aged Mother Song was a bit confused, looking at her youngest daughter and then at her daughter-in-law, not knowing who to listen to, "Your opinions are not unified?"

Song Jin asked Jiang Yue, "Sister-in-law, is Li Heng here for Yu Bao?"

Jiang Yue was surprised, "You saw it?"

Song Jin said, "I guessed. As the saying goes, a beautiful lady is a gentleman's pursuit. Yu Bao is born so well. If Li Heng didn't come for her, I wouldn't believe it.

And sister-in-law, you were very nervous when you saw Li Heng and were paying attention to the other party at all times, which confirmed this point."

Seeing her sister-in-law silent, Song Jin added, "Li Heng has been sitting next to Yu Bao, and the two of them would whisper a few words from time to time. This was impossible in the past. The relationship is not simple."

Hearing this, Mother Song put down the iron tongs for burning fire, "Jiang Yue, what is going on? Did Yu Bao bring an object back?"

Jiang Yue knew that her sister-in-law, who worked in the Public Security Bureau, was best at observing. Seeing that she couldn't hide it, she simply said, "Li Heng should be pursuing Yu Bao."

"This is a good thing. Li Heng is talented and a writer. It's not insulting. Sister-in-law, why do you still look so unwilling?" Song Jin asked suspiciously.

Jiang Yue sighed, "I'm not openly opposed, but I can't figure out Li Heng's bottom line. I don't know what he thinks specifically?"

Song Jin asked, "Why say so? Is Li Heng from a big family, and the family relationship is complicated?"

Jiang Yue shook her head, "No, he comes from a rural village under Shaodong County. The family background should be clean."

Song Jin didn't understand, "Then sister-in-law, you?"

Looking at her sister-in-law and mother-in-law, Jiang Yue several times wanted to speak but stopped, finally saying tactfully: "Some things haven't been settled yet, so I can't make an accurate judgment.

Let's just make do with what we have for dinner; don't be too deliberate, and don't make it too heavy. Just stick to the standard of entertaining guests as usual."

The last time Chen Zijin talked to her daughter on the phone and asked her daughter to act as a go-between, it had always been a thorn in Jiang Yue's heart.

If Li Heng and Chen Zijin had broken up and he then came to pursue her daughter, she wouldn't have had such strong objections.

What she feared was that Li Heng was still keeping Chen Zijin on a string while relentlessly pursuing her daughter; that was what Jiang Yue found extremely repulsive.

When the college entrance exam results came out, she had personally accompanied her daughter to the No. 1 Middle School, and in the process, she heard that girl Sun Manning mention that the English teacher and Li Heng had gone to the capital.

What were they doing in the capital?

The Chen family appeared in Jiang Yue's mind, and Chen Zijin appeared as well.

Originally, these things had nothing to do with her, and she didn't particularly care, but the moment Li Heng appeared today, the strings inside her body tightened inexplicably.

An unprecedented tightness!

Unfortunately, she had no concrete evidence and couldn't explain it clearly, but it was just a woman's intuition.

Seeing her sister-in-law so persistent, Song Jin was a bit surprised, but she didn't find it appropriate to say anything more.

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