Chapter 458 Uncle
Late at night, in Chang'an Lane, in Nan Mu's hut.
"Uncle Nan, tonight's lesson plans have been sorted out."
Tang Jiao raised her head from the papers on the table, rubbed her eyes tiredly and said, "My niece will be back first."
Nowadays, this dilapidated hut in Nan Muzhi has been kept clean and tidy.
There was even room for two desks in the once crowded room, one for Nan Muzhi and one for Tang Jiao.
The only thing that remains unchanged is the faint fragrance of ink that fills the room.
At this time, Nan Muzhi was also immersed in a pile of book pages, holding a pen in his hand and writing furiously.
Hearing Tang Jiao's words, he just hummed without even raising his head.
Tang Jiao was very used to it. After briefly sorting out the things on the table, she stood up and prepared to leave.
At this moment, a strong wind blew outside the window and blew open the window of the cabin.
This burst of blowing scattered the paper on the table, and also blew away the light of the oil lamp and candle.
“Oh.”
Tang Jiao saw that the pages of the book she had just sorted were floating all over the floor, and she quickly bent down and put them away again.
As for Nan Muzhi, his pen also stopped.
He slowly raised his head and looked at Tang Jiao who was squatting on the ground picking up books, his eyes suddenly became a little dazed.
Probably because the candlelight flickered too much and the light and shadow in the room changed, he seemed to have seen a scene many, many years ago.
At that time, he was still an ordinary student in a small academy in the capital.
That day, he heard that a certain classmate with whom he had always been different did not need to take the imperial examination anymore... because the classmate's family was a prominent family in the Northeast. A guy with no talent and no morals, who is full of wine and sex, can actually go back and become a local official? !
So, at night, Nan Muzhi wrote many words "quiet" on the table. He wanted to calm down and stop thinking...
But as he wrote, he became more and more irritable!
In the end, he dropped the pen and scattered the paper on the table with the word "quiet" written all over the floor!
At this time, the door of the room opened.
The long-time classmate and friend was a little surprised at first, but after seeing the words on the ground, he understood. He smiled and said nothing. He just knelt down and slowly started to pick up the paper. .
"Mu Zhi."
While clearing up the paper on the ground, this friend turned to Nan Muzhi and smiled: "We must cultivate ourselves, keep our true intentions, and not be stained by the filth of the world, only then can we have a chance to change everything."
"Uncle Nan?" Tang Jiao was tidying up the papers on the ground and turned to Nan Muzhi with a smile: "It's done. It's already very late. Go to bed early. There are still classes tomorrow morning."
In an instant, the two figures traveled through decades of time and overlapped.
Nan Muzhi stretched out his withered hand and wiped his eyes.
Tang Jiao didn't notice the subtle change in his expression. She put the paper she picked up back on the table, pressed it with a paperweight, closed the window again, and prepared to leave.
"Jiaojiao."
At this time, Nan Muzhi suddenly called out in a seductive voice.
Tang Jiao responded and turned around: "What's wrong, Uncle Nan?"
"Come here." Nan Muzhi said softly.
Tang Jiao blinked, seeming to realize something.
But she hid it well and did not show any excitement or expectation. She just nodded calmly and came to Nan Mu's table.
While she was taking these few steps, Nan Muzhi had already picked up the pen and wrote a few lines of words on the paper.
After Tang Jiao stood still, he tore off the writing part and handed the note over.
Tang Jiao took the note and looked at it. There was an address written on it, and it was in the capital. "This is?"
She suppressed her excitement and asked.
Nan Muzhi sighed: "You still don't know that your father has an elder brother, right?"
"A dear elder brother?!" Tang Jiao's pupils trembled: "You are Say, I...I have one, uncle?"
"Yes."
Nan Muzhi said softly: "Your grandparents died in the famine a long time ago, and Tang Xiandi and his eldest brother They used to rely on each other and support each other. It was his eldest brother who worked hard outside to earn the money for his father to study. "
"But later, they fell out."
"I don't know the specific reason...but when I met your father, he had already separated from his eldest brother, and the two of them almost died of old age. Even though he later became an official, he did not support his elder brother."
Tang Jiao listened carefully, but her expression became very complicated.
She was too young when she left home. Listening to the stories of her fathers and even her ancestors, she felt strangely alienated and unfamiliar.
Even she can no longer remember what kind of person her father is... She also can't understand what happened to make her father part ways with the eldest brother who supported him to study?
Nan Muzhi continued: "I have only met your uncle once... that was on the day I saw you off from Beijing."
"Probably because of this, your Tang family When his house was confiscated and his family was exterminated, he was not involved."
Tang Jiao was shocked.
“I don’t remember much about what he said.”
Nan Muzhi frowned and said softly: “But I remember that I was very scared at the time. I was worried about myself. My wife and children will be implicated, I am worried that you will not be able to protect yourself after leaving the capital, and..."
He took a deep breath and said slowly: "So your uncle... asked me to hand over everything in my hand to him for safekeeping, and he will protect you secretly."
< br>"Secretly protecting me?" Tang Jiao was even more shocked: "So, the reason why I was able to go all the way to southern Xinjiang safely was because..."
There are some things that cannot be thought about in detail. .
Once you think about it deeply, you will find many problems.
Back then, she was a teenage girl. She traveled almost diagonally across most of the country from the capital to southern Xinjiang. She walked such a long distance without anything happening...
Several guards arranged by Nan Muzhi were robbed and killed by bandits not long after leaving the capital, but nothing happened to her.
On the way, she also met many bad people, but in the end she survived safely...
It turned out that all this was because there was an uncle behind her!
For some reason, Tang Jiao's eyes suddenly became misty.
She asked softly: "Uncle Nan, then, my uncle, he..."
"I have already given you the address he left back then."
Nan Muzhi sighed: "I did find out some things about the case back then, and those things were all handed over to your uncle... It’s just that after so many years, I have never been to this address, I just kept it in my mind. I don’t know if there is anyone there.”
Tang Jiao looked down at the note in her hand. He pursed his lips.
There is a short line of words written on it.
“No. 18, Xiaoliu Lane, Baishi Street.”
"Go." Nan Muzhi said softly: "You want to investigate Tang Xiandi's case back then. This is the only clue I can provide... After that, if you still want to come to Chang'an Lane to accompany me to write, talk, or teach, Those children can come at any time. If they don’t want to come... it’s okay.”
Tang Jiao folded the note very carefully, bowed deeply to Nan Muzhi, turned and left the hut.
(End of this chapter)