Chapter 38:

"No." Su Mei studied the tear marks in Pippi's eyes, and continued, "Not only did he resolutely not eat, but in front of everyone he asked his father to kill himself immediately. Otherwise, as long as he is alive in this life, he will definitely replace him. Huiyan's revenge. Those who were present sounded strange. Because Helan's character happened to be the opposite of his father. He was famous for being gentle and respectful and would not say hard words until critical moments. I am willing to seek him out if there is anything difficult. Suddenly he was so hard and unsympathetic towards his father, turned his face and refused to recognize people. The elders were all shocked, thinking that this was an unprecedented disobedience. More people said that Helan could easily fall into Such absurd human emotions are a matter of descent, and he is not worthy to lead his clan. Mr. Aoki was naturally furious. He was imprisoned for a hundred years and then ordered exile. Therefore, the father and son had not seen each other for more than two hundred years. When we met again, Helan was powerful and full of wings in the south. So there was a three-year True Eternal Rebellion."
"True Eternal Rebellion? Is it a war like humans?" Pippi asked, "How can Helan's practice be so short that he can surpass his father?"
"The war we are talking about is not about thousands of people fighting on the battlefield with weapons. In the fox world, wars are only fought between the chiefs. For example, if tribe A wants to attack tribe B, only use these two The leaders of the tribe can challenge each other. The winner can rule the tribe of the loser. So our leader does not need to find food by himself, and will always eat the best. Even if the whole tribe is starving to death, the last bit of food is To provide him. His biggest task is to accept the challenges of others and defeat them to ensure the territory and safety of their own people. This is the war in our sense."
"But, isn't Helan already exiled? Then his status in the clan has also been lost? Why should I call on others?" Pippi asked.
"Shortly after Helan's birth, Mr. Aoki prayed to heaven and earth and announced his heir status. This is a promise to the heavens. If you change your course, you will be condemned by the heavens. In addition, the priest's position is for life and cannot be changed." Su Meiyi He took a sip of wine and continued, "In the last year of the True and Eternal Rebellion, the father-son dispute became fierce. In fact, Helan was at a disadvantage most of the time. The killer sent by his father was chased by the killer and he had suffered many times. In the last fight, Helan sneaked into his father’s cave to launch a night attack. Mr. Qingmu was severely injured and was kidnapped by him. But Helan seems to have a handle in his father’s hands. Days later, the father and son reached an agreement: they divide the north and the south. North of 30 degrees north latitude is Mr. Aoki's site; south of 30 degrees north latitude is Mr. Helan's site. He keeps Helan in the important affairs of his tribe All rights and the original right of inheritance."
"So," Pippi asked, "their father and son have never seen each other again, have they spoken?" She thought the fox war was too tragic. Moreover, it is the son who beats Laozi, fights for territory and sneak attacks, and also draws spheres of influence. Isn't this a gang? Isn't this the same as the Crimson Gang on the beach?
"No. Not for hundreds of years." Su Mei looked at her gorgeous nails, "I heard that Mr. Aoki has been completely disappointed with Helan, and their hatred has reached the point where they hate each other and become incompatible. After Shining , Mr. Aoki vigorously supported his protégé, Zhao Song, and specially established the post of left priest for him, and transferred a lot of his power to him, trying to compete with Helan."
Pippi lowered his head to ponder, and did not speak for a long time. The politics of the fox tribe is also very complicated, and it has a long history almost as long as human beings. It was not a small person like her who figured it out in a while.
Su Mei looked at her playfully, and after a while, she suddenly asked, "Pippi, which mountain area did you come from?"
"I... I am a local."
"No," Su Mei frowned. "There are only foxes and no foxes south of 30 degrees north latitude."
Pippi had to admit honestly: "I am not a fox."
"You--" Su Mei opened her mouth into a big O, as if she didn't believe her ears: "Are you not a fox?"
"No."
"But Helan told you his true identity?"
"Hmm. — shouldn't he tell me?"
Su Mei looked at Pippi's face with a weird expression, but stopped talking.
"I think he fell in love with my liver," Pippi said, "I am pure yang."
Su Mei began to pack her little bag, and sneered while packing up: "It seems that Helan has covered you up very well, and I really can't tell it by the smell."
"He was very confessed to me and never deliberately concealed anything." Pippi saw that she was a little uneasy, and quickly comforted her, "Besides, if there is an accident, I am very willing to donate a liver to him."
Su Mei's expression became even more embarrassed. She hesitated and said, "Those I said just now... You should be rumors. In fact, we know very little about Helan. Except for the sensational real and eternal chaos, we She knows almost nothing about him." She thought for a moment, and then said, "But I don't believe that he is fancying something about you."
"Really?" Pippi raised his eyebrows.
Su Mei stood up, took a purple shawl from the back of the chair and put it on her body. Pippi was almost fainted by the fragrance of her body. She drank the remaining wine, half-smile and said:
"The priest never force anyone. No matter who he looks at, the one he looks at will feel very honored. I don't regret it for nine deaths, let alone just a piece of liver?"
Pippi's face was black, and he couldn't help but whispered in his heart, the cannibal fairy has this charm? Don't think...
"Sister Mae Mei, one last question," Pippi stood up and followed, "Can you give me a cell phone number?"
After Su Mei left, Pippi also slipped out of the ballroom. The heat dissipation of the wig is not very good, and the scalp will be itchy when sweating.
Pippi took off the hair cover, put on a cotton hat, and let the cold wind blow on the street, making it more comfortable.
The phone rang, and the number was Pepe.
"Pippi, where are you?"
"I'm on the street—"
"I went to C University for an interview this afternoon and met your Professor Zhu."
Professor Zhu is the master tutor that Pippi plans to apply for this year. Like most students, Pippi took two cigarettes and two bottles of wine to apprenticeship three months ago. It's not about going his way, just listening to experienced examinees say that it is best to meet with the tutor before the postgraduate entrance examination to have a good impression of each other. It would be great if I could take the opportunity to cover the scope of the test. This year, Professor Zhu has only two places in journalism and communication, and no fewer than 100 students apply for the exam. Most of them are graduates of the department. News is popular. Professor Zhu embraced a Persian cat in his study and met Pippi in his study. The two exchanged a little greeting, and saw off the guests in less than ten minutes. Pippi felt that he hadn't talked well, and visited again a month ago. This time she went away prepared and showed him a few pieces of news that she had published in the provincial newspaper. She also talked about some false big-sky phenomena in the current news reports, which was considered to be the old man’s face. A little smile appeared. Professor Zhu is very interested in Pippi's work in the news agency. After reading her published study, he feels that it is very basic. I also heard that Pippi is taking the postgraduate entrance examination for the second time, and the first time her score is not low, she likes her persistence very much. Only then did Pippi's heart feel a little bottom.
Pippi said "Oh". Pepe is a refreshing person, and only calls when there is an emergency. Since she mentioned that, something must have happened.
"The director Pei who went with me was his student many years ago. I asked him to mention your name tactfully, saying that you are one of his relatives."
"Thank you...I don't even know Director Pei." Pippi was moved. A friend is a friend, and Pepe and Xiaoju always take her to heart.
"Knowing it or not is not the key. The key is that Mr. Zhu suddenly asked about your physical condition."
Pippi's face changed: "Body...physical condition? My body is fine."
"He asked why you are always bald? Do you believe in Buddhism, or are you sick?-He said that journalism is the mouthpiece of the country, and journalists must have strong political convictions and sensitivity. In addition, journalism is still a matter of personal effort and physical activity. No, I can't run, where can I catch the news?"
Pippi was dumbfounded, and almost fainted with tension for a while.
Unexpectedly, the situation was so serious. At first, I just felt that I should meet the elders with sincerity, so I didn't wear a wig, but only a soft hat. The appearance of the bald head was easy to see, she thought the old gentleman would not mind.
"Isn't I... I have dermatitis? I haven't gotten better. I'm also worried."
"Pippi, you quickly think of a solution. This old gentleman is not so stubborn. Why are all his students so good? Because he picks so well! Hearing from the old Pei, he didn't like recruiting girls because his wife is His former students were very good.—It’s not that they judge people by their appearance. If he has a grudge and your grades are up or down, it’s troublesome."
Pippi walked along, there was a flowerbed next to him, and sat down in a hurry, "Then what should I do?"
"Hurry up and treat the dermatitis. If you only need to grow a little hair, go see him, it means you are all normal. Would you like me to introduce a doctor to you?"
"No need. I...I think of a solution myself."
Hanging up the phone, she was in a daze on the side of the road, and Pippi immediately went to the ferry shop.
It's autumn, and the climate in southern cities is warmer, and the flowers in the flower market are not in sight.
She wandered around in a hurry. With limited knowledge of flowers, she couldn't find the flowers she wanted, so she stopped by the door of a big shop and asked the boss: "Do you have peonies here?"
"Yes." The flower farmer was cutting a batch of roses with scissors, raised his head, spit out a word, and lowered it back, his hands kept moving, as if he was in a hurry.
"Doesn't the peony bloom in April?"
"It's grown in a greenhouse."
"Have you used fertilizer?"
He pointed to the green sign next to it: "100% green flowers."
"Please give me ten flowers."
"what colour?"
"……White?"
"Two hundred dollars."
"Two hundred yuan?!!!"
So expensive! Isn't it just a few flowers? Pippi secretly took a breath of air-conditioning, and squatted away on the counter with the boss, trying to make a discount. What kind of business is Shi Duo? The boss shook his head contemptuously: "I'm talking about real prices."
"I... I only have one hundred and fifty dollars."
"You can buy red. Red peonies are cheaper." He suggested.
"Excuse me... red or white, which one tastes better?"
"It's all peonies, one taste." The man gave her a sideways glance.
"I mean... I mean when it's eaten."
The person looked at her even more strangely, but he answered her in a professional manner: "The Empress Dowager Cixi likes to eat white peonies. It is said that the taste is very sweet."
"Please give me seven white peonies."
Reluctantly paid the money. She picked seven half-opened peonies and left them at home for one night. When they got up in the morning, they happened to be in full bloom. He held it sweetly all the way, as if holding a Buddha statue. On the morning subway, she was squeezed last to spend her, and the glass of the subway was just behind her. Several men squeezed her, she resisted herself, but her popularity was filthy after all. When I got out of the subway, the people were haggard, the flowers wilted by three minutes, and a few petals were rolled up. Pippi had to fold into the bathroom and sprinkle a little water on the flower stems. The bus is not crowded, almost everyone in this villa has a car. But when she got out of the car, a fat sister-in-law happened to hit her in front of her. She swiped her hand and a flower fell off. Before she could pick it up, she stepped on her foot again.
When we arrived at No. 56 Xianting Street, only six were left.
Six flowers are good. Sixty-six Dashun.
Pippi can't remember the first time he came here a year ago. Although many details still shock her. It is still a quiet courtyard with old-fashioned vermilion lacquer gates. There is no wind, and the rust of the iron horse can be seen. A green cypress covered half of the courtyard. The only difference is that there is no lock on the door. The host is at home today.
Looking around for a week, she didn't find the doorbell, so she patted the brass button on the door.
After a while, she heard footsteps, and then the door opened.
A familiar smell came, and she put the flower on her chest as a shield and said, "Hi."
Not seen for a few months, Helan Jingting's face was a little haggard, wearing a black shirt, his body became thinner and taller. He didn't wear sunglasses, his face was very beautiful, his dark eyes had no focus, and there was no expression on his face, as if he didn't know who was standing in front of him.
"It's me, Guan Pippi," she said again.
He nodded, a little arrogant.
Oh, the priest is still angry...
In fact, Helan Jingting's temper has always been arrogant, and Pippi felt that he was a little bit arrogant. Handing over with others is also reserved and self-sufficient, neither lukewarm nor cold, speaking and doing things without revealing, full of mystery. It is very different from the emotional protagonist in the Sumei story.
Seeing that he hadn't spoken for a long time, she had no choice but to continue hooking up: "How are you doing? I'm sorry that something went wrong with my work, I...I changed my job...Everything is new...it will take a while... So I didn't contact you." Pippi also wanted to add, "Actually, I miss you very much." It felt too numb and deleted it from his mind.
"You brought flowers?" he said.
She hurriedly stuffed the flowers into his hands: "White Peony, do you like it?"
With a slight movement at the corner of his eye, he showed a suspicious expression: "You—give me flowers?"
"No, can't it?" She was suppressed by his aggressive aura, and when she was nervous, she stammered when she said, "You, don't you like it? You mean you want to know what a peony blooms under the scorching sun. No matter whether he can see it or not, she pointed to the sky and then to the flowers: "Now, there is a scorching sun on the top of the head, and the peonies are in full bloom. Well, that's it, just touch it."
He gently plucked a petal, twisted it with his hands, and slowly tasted it in his mouth.
"Does it taste good?"
"Very good," he said.
"Helan, can you give me your hair back?" she said impatiently.
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