Red Heart Survey

  Chapter 7 Old Things Like Memories

  Zhao Rucheng's family is in a superior family, and he bought a house near the Taoyuan for self-occupation. There are about a dozen servants who wait and live in the dormitory. Du Yehu couldn't get rid of it for a while once he was drunk.

  So after Jiang Wang returned to the dormitory, he realized that he was the only one left in the noisy dormitory on weekdays.

After closing the door, he subconsciously glanced at the innermost bed on the left of the dormitory.

  The bed is an unusually neatly folded clean bedding, and the material is no different from the bedding of other people in the dormitory. There is no one on the bed at the moment, and it will never appear again.

  This is Fang Pengju’s bed. He was from a wealthy family, but he never squeezed trivial things, ate with everyone, and was never picky.

  The bed opposite Fang Pengju was empty, with a lot of luggage piled on it.

  The bunks on both sides will be lined up separately, with three on one side.

  The second bed next to Fang Pengju’s bed on the left is the messiest one in the dormitory. The quilts are piled up randomly, and the scattered clothes are just for embellishment. If you sniff carefully, you can still smell the wine. If you look down at the bottom of the bed, you can see the neat and dense wine jars. Compared to the environment in which the owner of the bed lives, these wine jars are clearly taken care of.

  The first bed on the left is next to the door, so this is Linghe’s bed—he is always responsible for opening and closing the door for everyone. There are a few less conspicuous patches on the bedding, but the pulp is very clean.

  The first bed on the right hand side is Jiang Wang's, and his bedding is between Linghe and Linghe. Although I haven't come back for a long time, the bed is still very tidy and it is obvious that someone cleans it frequently. Maybe it's Linghe, 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 sheets are all Yunxiangzhai's high-end goods. The small dormitory beds are also covered with gold embroidered tents. . It is a world apart from Du Yehu who is opposite.

  People who are unfamiliar may find it difficult for Zhao Rucheng to get along, but in fact it is just that his standard of living is too high. Even if you only come to live in the dormitory occasionally, you must be as gorgeous and comfortable as possible. He even spent a lot of money to transform the entire dormitory into a top-notch guest room with a Tianzi size-if it hadn't been for Jiang Wang to beat him up.

  Since he was admitted to the outer gate of the Taoyuan at the age of fourteen until now, Jiang Wang has spent three years in this dormitory. Every detail in the room made him very familiar.

  Things are not everything.

   Jiang Wang was silent for a while, then took off his shoes and socks, took off his shirt, and lay down on his own bed.

  He was very tired and exhausted, but until this moment, he was finally able to sleep peacefully.

  When I wake up, I will be in trouble, and I will wait for the sky in my dream.

  The entire Fenglin City is square and well-planned. The City Lord's Mansion is in the center, radiating everywhere. Dongcheng is the site of the Taoist Academy, and the rich and powerful are in the west of the city. Most of the people living in Nancheng were civilians, while the merchant Fu Jia basically gathered in the north of the city.

   Seeing Jiang Wang safely walked out of the dean's quiet room, Ling He left the courtyard alone holding Fang Pengju's body.

  Fang Pengju echoed a hundred responses when he was alive, he had many friends, and everyone hated him when he died.

  He acts vile and vicious and deserves to be rejected by others.

  Linghe didn't feel wronged for him, but he still felt a little heartache.

  He wrapped Fang Pengju's body with his outer shirt, which was very old but very clean.

  For his footsteps, walking from the east of the city to the west is not too far, and the road to the Fang family mansion is also very familiar. But Ling He walked slowly and with heavy steps.

  He couldn't bear it.

  He is the oldest, he should take good care of his four brothers, but he failed.

  He still remembers the scene where the five people got married at the Luliu River, and the bright smiles of each of the five brothers.

  Lvliu River is a tributary of Qinghe River, passing around Niutoushan, 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 that year they toasted and talked together. When there were countless times, they exchanged martial arts and talked with each other by candlelight for countless nights.

  They agreed to ascend into the inner courtyard together, together to Yujian Qingming, and together to transcend into the sacred. Those memories, those... appointments.

  Ling He never imagined that such five congenial, affectionate and righteous people would have brothers against each other, and life and death would meet one day.

  How is this possible?

he thinks.

  He didn't understand, but he held Fang Peng's cold body and finally walked to the gate of Fang Mansion.

   "What did you do?" The porter stopped him and asked.

  The mansion of the Fang Mansion is very high, high above the top.

   "Oh." Ling He hugged Fang Pengju's corpse and bowed his head slightly to say hello, "Fang Pengju has passed away. I will send his corpse back to your house for burial."

  If no one is collected, the corpse will be taken by the government to the mass grave for unified disposal. That is the place that Zuo Dao demon likes to patronize most, and it is hard to be peaceful after death.

   But Ling He thought that he didn't need to say it, he was not a person who likes to show merit, and he didn't think it was any credit.

  The concierge's face changed, and the door slammed shut. The voice came from behind the door: "You take it away! The master said he is not allowed to enter the door!"

   "Brother." Ling He said sincerely: "Please tell your host once more. No matter what Pengju says, it's the blood of the Fang family. They may just be angry, they won't care."

  The concierge seemed to hesitate for a moment, "I'll go ask again...Don't take the opportunity to break in!"

   "Don't worry, brother."

  Ling He held Fang Pengju’s corpse and stood firmly in front of Fang’s gate, listening to the footsteps hurriedly away.

  He lowered his head to Fang Pengju’s already cold face and said, "Pengju, what do you think you are doing? No one will remember you after you die. I hate the ghost."

  After a long time, the voice of the porter rang behind the door again.

   "Master said." He brewed for a while, and repeated the tone of the owner of the house owner: "I'm dead, why do you bring it back?"

  Ling He was taken aback for a moment, and then said: "The Fang family is a decent family, so we should give Peng a decent place."

   "Master said, the cause of Fang Pengju's death is already known to him. This kind of unrighteous person is not the Fang family!"

   "But he is the Fang family's seed." Ling He said.

   "Let's go!" The porter threw a knife coin from the crack of the door, "We will report to the official if we entangle again!"

  Those knives and coins clinked all over the place, which was very eye-catching. If it is used to simply bury a corpse, it is more than enough. More money is a tip.

  This is the attitude of the Fang family.

  Linghe was silent.

  He stopped trying to say anything.

  He is very poor, he has been poor since he was a child. He was short of money. His only intact outer shirt was wrapped around Fang Pengju's body, and his shirt was patched a lot. He stood in front of the magnificent Fang Mansion, like a poor relative who had eaten his door behind closed doors.

  He held Fang Pengju's body, turned and left.

  From beginning to end, I didn't glance at the coins.

  This is Linghe's attitude.

  　 What is the best way to welcome ridicule? We do not welcome it, we abandon it. -Why is it so emotional

  (End of this chapter)