Chapter 12: Pear Garden Film (XII) Within the four seas, I have no home. ...

Li Zhixing was speechless. He truly felt that untangling this knot in his heart was a difficult task. If he had known earlier, he would have just run errands in the heavens.

"Exiled Immortal, when did the ghosts in the Ghost Gate die?" Ye Qingzhan's eyes rolled, "If the fifteen-year-old me, still known as 'Miss Ye', knew Qinghuai who was fourteen or fifteen years old. That actress who went to the south should be alive if she hadn't met with an accident." "

So what if she's alive? Do you really want to kill someone?"

Li Zhixing yawned, and seeing double in the moonlight, he felt sleepy. He said, "The King of Hell knows when the ghosts in the Ghost Gate died, but they won't reveal the exact date of their death." "

We only know that they wandered in the human world, unable to find the way they came, and didn't know where to go. Like a lost child, or a wandering stranger, they were taken away by the Black and White Impermanence and brought to the Ghost Gate."

Rubbing his face, Li Zhixing said, "It's useless to think about all that now. Qinghuai's identity hasn't been confirmed yet."

"Before daybreak, let me tell you about Xie Zhiyan's past. It won't be too late to make plans then."

Ye Qingzhan glanced at the sky above, smiled helplessly, and said, "Exiled Immortal, it's already five o'clock in the morning."

"It's too late," Wen Gu said, glancing at the person beside him.

After a glance, the two of them jumped off the branch in tacit understanding and ran towards their respective rooms as if they were being chased by hungry wolves.

Li Zhixing was surprised. Just as he was thinking about it, he saw Zhao Jinfan wearing training clothes, walking out of Haitang Gate in high spirits. Behind him followed Xie Zhiyan, who was also walking fast and holding a gong in his hand. He immediately understood, "So it's time to practice martial arts." He stroked his chest and said to himself, "Fortunately, I am a Taoist priest outside the play, not a person in the play."

"Hehe, go back to the room and sleep!"

***

The moon in the sky had not yet set, and the dawn light suddenly appeared. The young man on the couch opened his eyes at the sound of a gong. Before he got up, a hint of orange fragrance mixed with the fragrance of tea came into his nose. It was light and refreshing, but it made him frown.

Ah Yang turned his head and saw a small white porcelain bottle on the pillow. He glanced at it and was about to get up when someone broke in.

"Oh my dear mother, you are still asleep?" Hua Niang walked to his bed with a handkerchief in her hand, put the food box on his table, and said, "You are so lucky. You met such a good person like the boss. He personally brought you food last night and asked me to come and see you before dawn this morning."

Ah Yang felt a strange feeling in his heart: So last night she also...

Suddenly, he remembered the look on Zhao Jinfan's face when he forced him to drink the medicine. He was so handsome and heroic that he looked good even in this state...

What am I thinking!

Ah Yang jumped up from the bed suddenly. He no longer looked like a sick person.

Frightened, Hua Niang patted her chest and cried out, "You're asking for death! You've scared me to death." As she spoke, she glanced at the medicine bottle on the bedside table and said in surprise, "What a remarkable young man! Master Xie gave you all this excellent medicine. Who the hell are you?"

Ah Yang, sitting on the couch, was stunned again.

He... suddenly, a face that looked disgusted with him appeared in his mind.

Ah Yang glanced at the small white bottle on the bedside table.

Why!

Why on earth!

Seeing the young boy looking silly, Hua Niang called him, "Boy," and when he came to his senses, she pointed to the washbasin on the side and said, "Wash well, and then apply the medicine that Mr. Xie gave you on your leg injury. Your injury will be healed in less than three days."

"After you are healed, you can go back to where you came from."

Hua Niang put the food on the table, her expression became serious, and said, "But before you leave, don't say a bad word about the troupe."

"Otherwise--" She glanced at the food, then at the young man, her voice suddenly became colder, and she threatened, "I will poison your food!"

Ah Yang looked at her calmly, and was naturally not scared.

Hua Niang, feeling bored, turned and left, saying, "We'll be practicing at the Ye residence for the next few days, so we can't take care of you. Take good care of

yourself and don't talk nonsense." "When you're well, apologize to the troupe owner, and then we'll meet again in the martial arts world."

After Hua Niang left, the young man, motionless on the couch, picked up the white porcelain vase and muttered to himself, "So you're being so kind to me, just to get me to leave."

His head hung low, his expression unclear.

The shadow figure, the exiled immortal, standing against the window frame, watched with his arms folded. Suddenly, he heard him say,

"Forget it." "

Within the four seas," Ah Yang whispered, his fingertips turning white as he gripped the porcelain vase—

"I have no home."

***

"These reeds are so beautiful!" Ye Qingzhan held the gong, which Xie Zhiyan had thrust into his hands this morning after waking the troupe apprentices.

At dawn, after breakfast, the troupe, led by the Ye residence's servants, went to the reed marsh in the southwest courtyard of the Ye residence to practice singing, reciting, and performing martial arts.

This southwest courtyard is close to the city, with a clear and remote location, so the troupe can sing loudly without worrying about disturbing the people in the city. Ye Qingzhan couldn't learn to sing, so he usually helped Hua Niang with chores and sometimes played the gong. When the troupe was practicing or singing, he would relax and sit by the reed marsh, watching the flowing water.

Qinghuai, who was awakened by the sound of the gong, was also an idle person, so he sat with her by the water to enjoy the breeze.

The early summer breeze brushed past his ears, and the clumps of reeds swayed in the wind.

Ye Qingzhan sat by the water with his knees hugged, dazed, and felt that the scene in front of him was very familiar.

Seeing her look melancholy, he did somersaults when he heard the old story, but his eyes couldn't help but glance at her.

As she was struggling to think, Ye Qingzhan suddenly heard a clear, crisp voice, a voice as radiant as a lark, coming from behind her: "Thank you for your hard work, everyone!"

Ye Qingzhan followed the voice and looked towards her.

Miss Ye, dressed in a light, aquamarine gown, approached with a smile, followed by several servants and a maid.

"It's hot in Sui'an County this summer, so I've brought you some mung bean soup and some pastries to help you cool down. Come and try some in the pavilion."

She then ordered the pastries, which had been packed in delicate little boxes, to be distributed to the troupe members, and then served them some sweet soup.

"Qingzhan, you are so kind." Zhao Jinfan never hesitated to praise others, holding a piece of cake in his hand and said, "Thank you so much."

Zhao Banzhu praised frankly. Miss Ye shyly pulled a strand of hair hanging on her shoulder and said with a smile: "Sister, don't praise me. These are all made by the cook in the mansion. I didn't do anything."

Hearing this, Xie Zhiyan put the spoon in the bowl and said with a smile: "Miss Ye slept until the sun was high in the sky and woke up as soon as she woke up. She brought us soup. She did a lot."

"Brother Xie, please stop talking." When Ye Qingzhan heard that she woke up at high in the sky, she waved her hands and said, "I didn't. I got up very early."

"Really?" Mr. Ye put his hands behind his back and walked around his daughter with a smile, "I remember that someone didn't get up this morning and made her mother angry!"

Everyone listened and laughed.

Miss Ye blushed and pretended to be angry: "Dad, please stop talking."

Mr. Ye still smiled warmly and followed his daughter's words and said nothing more.

They were obviously thin shadow figures, but the smiles on their faces were like the early summer sun, warm but not scorching.

Ye Qingzhan stood outside the circle of shadow figures, staring at the father and daughter of the Ye family.

Even though they were shadow figures, Mr. Ye's dark eyes were overflowing with love for his daughter.

She thought of Jiang whom she met at dinner last night. She had a graceful appearance, a gentle temperament, a soft and pleasant voice, and she always had a smile on her face when she looked at everyone.

She should be very happy.

Holding the bowl of mung bean sweet soup, Ye Qingzhan thought expectantly: Are these two very good elders really mine, my parents?

There was a light in her eyes, or perhaps it was tears flowing out - Wen Gu quietly walked to her side, saw her like this, and glanced at the young lady of the Ye family in the center of the shadows. Afraid that she would cry again, he said without thinking, "Don't cry."

After Ye Qingzhan came back to her senses, she was confused and looked at him blankly, pouting, "Who said I was going to cry?"

"If I was fifteen years old and this happy, being liked by so many people, I would be so happy."

Wen Gu saw that the tears were about to fall, and said, "You're being stubborn."

When Ye Qingzhan heard these words, she wanted to cry even more. She held back and said, "You're not being good."

"I don't want to pay attention to you!"

Good?

This was the first time Ye Qingzhan had spoken to him like this since entering the illusion. Wen Gu was stunned, and he was already three steps away from him, leaning next to Qinghuai.

The evil spirit in his body began to surge. He secretly clenched his fist, suppressing the mark that suddenly appeared between his eyebrows.

"Where's Ah Yang?" Miss Ye suddenly started looking for someone, "Ah Yang, come out here!"

"Miss, he's here." As soon as he finished speaking, the servant came over with the dejected young man.

When they arrived, Ah Yang raised his head and looked at Miss Ye expressionlessly, his fingers tightly clenched in his sleeves.

"What are you doing?"

"What?" Miss Ye looked at him, walked up to him, and circled around him, "I asked the doctor, your leg was hit on a rock, and you were unlucky and fell into the water, but you weren't so unlucky that someone pulled you out of the water."

"You smell like orange," Miss Ye liked to speak frankly, and glanced at Xie Zhiyan, "Brother Xie gave it to you, right?"

"He gave it to you."

"You used it."

As soon as she finished speaking, the expressions of the two awkward young people present were slightly cracked.

Xie Zhiyan: "Qingzhan, there's no need to be so blunt."

Miss Ye said "Oh", but heard the sullen-faced boy ask back:

"Why shouldn't I?"

As if he had been suppressed for a long time, the boy roared: "Aren't you all looking forward to me leaving soon..."

"Leave?" It was like a punch hitting cotton. Miss Ye tilted her head and looked at him, "Who told you to leave?"

"Are you a ball?"

Laughter broke out around them, and Ye Qingzhan also laughed. Wen Gu saw her smile, and his slightly frown relaxed, but his face still looked gloomy.

"You eat and sleep at my house, and you want to leave now that your injury has healed!" Miss Ye put her hands on her hips, "You're so beautiful!"

Hearing this, Ah Yang was stunned and asked: "What do you want to do?"

"Of course I want to do something." Miss Ye looked around and said, "My family doesn't need you to do anything, but my father said that the class and the class are short of men. You can help them for a while, learn to sing opera, and then wait until they recruit someone, and then you can do whatever you want."

Hearing this, Xie Zhiyan and Zhao Jinfan looked at each other.

The young man paused again, and then she continued, "Judging from the way you were dressed yesterday, you must be working for someone else. Your employer isn't in a hurry after being missing for a day, so you probably don't need to go back. Stay here for now."

Ye Qingzhan blinked and thought to himself: He's not just a helper, he's a killer!

Fifteen-year-old self, so naive!

Everyone was speechless after hearing what Miss Ye said. Mr. Ye glanced at his daughter, then at Boss Zhao, and finally at the young man, and chimed in, "This young man is very handsome, and he looks just like Mr. Xie."

Xie Zhiyan snorted coldly when he heard it, but couldn't get angry for the sake of his elders.

Mr. Ye continued, "His voice is not bad either." He glanced at Zhao Jinfan, as if to confirm, and the latter's expression was indeed somewhat relaxed. "Don't you think so, Boss Zhao?"

Ye Qingzhan looked at Zhao Jinfan, and Qinghuai beside him as well.

- For some reason, he was looking forward to Boss Zhao nodding.

Zhao Jinfan looked at Ah Yang in the eyes of the crowd. The usually cheerful man hesitated at this moment, but his eyes were filled with anticipation. After a moment, he asked uncertainly: "Do

you want to learn opera?"