Chapter 412 Nan Muzhi
Tang Jiao was not in a hurry to disturb Mr. Nan.
When she found someone, her heart was set.
She gently closed the door of the small private school, retreated to the wall not far away, and waited quietly.
The sound of reading lasted for half an hour before gradually dying down. At this time, the sun was setting in the west, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone on the dilapidated roof tiles of Chang'an Lane, coating it with a layer of golden light.
The children rushed out of the door like wild horses, running around laughing and playing. Mr. Nan finally walked out, hunched his back, slowly closed the door, and hung up a rusty lock. .
Tang Jiao walked over slowly and called out softly: "Uncle Nan?"
Mr. Nan turned back, looked at her a few times, and was a little confused: "Who are you?"
"I..."
Tang Jiao suppressed her excitement and whispered: "I am Tang Jiao."
"Tang Jiao?" Mr. Nan's face was still full of doubts: "Should I know you? Which child are you the mother of? Sister?"
"Uncle Nan..."
Tang Jiao lowered her voice again: "It's me, Tang Jiao. It was you who protected me for ten years after Qianhao. You hid me in Chang'an Lane for a month and then quietly sent me out of the capital..."
Hearing these words, Mr. Nan’s eyes widened instantly!
Tang Jiao was delighted when she saw this: "You recognized me!"
"Yes, it's 伱!"
Mr. Nan's face gradually showed expressions of shock, joy, memories, touching... and so on. He suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed Tang Jiao's arm: "You, you still Alive!"
"Yes, Uncle Nan, I'm still alive." Tang Jiao smiled very happily: "I'm back to see you."
"Okay...Okay!
Mr. Nan was so excited that there were tears in his eyes. He kept looking at Tang Jiao up and down: "You have grown up, you have grown up! Brother Tang Xian would be so happy if he could see you like you are now. , How proud..."
There was mist in Tang Jiao's eyes, but she still smiled: "Uncle Nan, are you teaching in Chang'an Lane now?"
"Yes, yes..." Mr. Nan With a smile on his face, he said, "I have wasted decades of my life. Only in the past few years have I done the most meaningful things!"
After that, he strode to the other side of the alley: "Come on, come on, Come to uncle Nan's house and tell me how you have lived these years..."
As they walked along, Tang Jiao could see the status of Uncle Nan in Chang'an Lane.
Everyone who sees him will immediately stop what they are doing and say hello seriously.
Most of the people who greeted him would call him "Mr. Nan", but some who were older and seemed to have some education would call him "Brother Mu".
Tang Jiao followed, secretly breathing a sigh of relief.
She couldn't remember the name of Uncle Nan... Now she finally knew, his name was Nan Muzhi.
The house Nan Muzhi lives in is at the end of Chang'an Lane. It is as run-down as the other houses, and it does not seem to be the one Tang Jiao remembers hiding in when she was a child.
There is no yard, it looks like a cowshed or a hut...
The light in the room was slightly dim, but enough to see the surroundings clearly. As far as the eye can see, the room is filled with tattered bookshelves, with volumes of books stacked up in layers. Some pages are yellowed, obviously after a long time of baptism; some have clear handwriting and the fragrance of ink. It still exists and seems to have been copied recently.
The air was filled with the faint fragrance of ink and the fragrance of ancient trees. When Nan Muzhi stepped into it, he seemed to blend in and become one of these countless books.
"Uncle Nan..." Tang Jiao was a little surprised.
"As you can see...Uncle, I have resigned." Nan Muzhi smiled and said: "I have been in the officialdom for too long and my whole body stinks. Only in this fragrance of books can I find a moment. "Tranquility."
Tang Jiao also smiled slightly: "My niece is really happy for your uncle to have such an open-minded mood." In the crowded and messy hut, Nan Muzhi started busy cooking, and Tang Jiao naturally felt the same. Helped.
There is no so-called kitchen here at all. The stove is placed next to the bed, and clothes are hanging on the iron pot for cooking. If you move too much when chopping vegetables, the vegetable juices may splash onto the books nearby.
Nan Muzhi was a little embarrassed at first, but seeing that Tang Jiao took it calmly, he gradually relaxed.
Not long after, they cooked a small table of dishes - of course, there was no dining table in this room, they just piled the things on the small broken desk aside to make some space.
As for the food, it is also very simple, with three dishes and one soup. The two simplest vegetarian dishes and the meat dish are dried fish that have been dried for a long time. The soup is called soup, but in fact it is just some cucumbers floating on the surface. Just clear water.
"I have been running a private school here for five or six years."
Nan Muzhi Yiran ate dried fish and said with a smile: "Chang'an Lane is too poor, but the children here also want to get ahead. , Those who want to study will be very happy if someone teaches them how to read and learn literature."
After that, he looked at Tang Jiao curiously: "Where have you been these years? Are you back in Beijing again?"
"Me..."
Tang Jiao said softly: "Back then, I wandered all the way to southern Xinjiang..."
She talked about her experiences over the years one by one. Of course, although she went from Wandu Mountain to Langhuan Mountain, and from Langhuan Mountain to Yucha Town and Luoyi... she did not go into too many details. thin.
After all, she has been helping Fu Qingzhou with things along the way, many of which cannot be explained clearly.
"Now, we have returned to Beijing..."
Tang Jiao said softly: "The reason is to investigate the case of my father."
As soon as these words came out , Nan Muzhi's smile instantly froze on his face, and the outstretched chopsticks stopped.
Seeing him like this, Tang Jiao was keenly aware of something and added softly: "Uncle Nan, don't worry, we are not acting recklessly. This matter was personally agreed to by Master Xiangjian."
" Sigh..."
Nan Muzhi sighed, put down his chopsticks, and asked, "Jiaojiao, you came to uncle to ask about what happened back then, right?"
"... ...Uncle, you saved my life back then."
Tang Jiao whispered: "You were able to rescue me before Mingjiange ransacked my house, which means you..."
"Stop talking." Nan Muzhi suddenly interrupted her, his expression became a little gloomy: "Jiaojiao, if you come to uncle to reminisce about old times, uncle welcomes you, but if you want to ask about this matter, don't blame uncle. The eviction order has been issued."
Tang Jiao was startled.
She never expected that Nan Muzhi, who was as warm as the spring breeze just now, would suddenly say such words.
"Uncle Nan..."
She bit her lip: "My father died unjustly, and my Tang family was ruined because of it. I can't just ignore it! If you have any concerns, you can... …”
"Have you got scruples?"
With a snap, Nan Muzhi slapped his chopsticks heavily on the table and said in a deep voice: "If I had scruples, why did I save you in the first place!"
Tang Jiao was startled, and after a long while, she whispered: "Yes, I'm sorry, I didn't choose what I said..."
"Stop talking."
Nan Muzhi suddenly He stood up, brushed his sleeves, and turned his back to Tang Jiao: "You can go, I won't see you off."
(End of this chapter)