"Yu'er, you promised your mother that you can't marry Bailifu's daughter. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

"No, you have to swear. ”

"Yu'er, remember her mother's words, Bailifu is unkind, water-based Yanghua, and her daughter won't be any better. ”

"Yu'er, if you marry the daughter of Bailifu, you will be hurt just like your father. ”

"Yu'er, promise my mother, otherwise I won't be blind. ”

The mother took her last breath, her tendons flare, and she clung to herself with just one promise.

How could he, as a son, disobey his mother's last words.

He promised, and he swore it.

The mother showed a smile that she hadn't seen for many years and closed her eyes.

He hadn't experienced his mother's heartache at the time, but he soon did.

His mother had just been buried, and he wanted to fulfill her wish before his mother's burial, so he went to his father to discuss the dissolution of the marriage.

He went to his father's Fuli Garden, and when he saw the word Fuli Garden, his heart tingled.

He hadn't paid attention to the name until it dawned on him. Fu Li, Fu Li, is that what it means? Father is really in love with him.

But the love is not long, why is it the mother who is not long?

When I entered the park, I didn't take a few steps before I was stopped. "Little boy, the young master has a guest, and he ordered no one to disturb him. ”

He was not suspicious at the time, his mother died, and he had already notified his relatives and friends, so it was normal for him to come to mourn from time to time, and it was normal for him to have guests.

He didn't pay much attention to it, so he casually asked, "Who came to mourn?"

He asked casually, thinking that they would answer casually, but who knew that the subordinates in front of him were spitting and hiding their secrets.

He was suspicious and looked at a few people.

"Little boy, don't be embarrassed, the young master didn't give orders, we can't say it. ”

He wanted to break in, but after thinking about it, he didn't dwell on it anymore and walked away.

I went outside the courtyard and looked around, and found a corner of the verandah and hid.

Half an hour later, my father personally sent out a woman with a hood covering her face.

He did not know the woman, but he knew the girl who followed her, and that woman was Bethleph.

Suddenly hatred swelled up, and before the mother was far away, they couldn't wait for a private meeting.

That kind of unspeakable pain blocked his heart was uncomfortable, and this time he was no longer forced by his mother's last words. Such an unclear date with her father, her daughter is really not much better.

Quietly watched Bailifu walk away, then turned around from the verandah and walked into the Fuli Garden.

This time, he was not hindered in any way, and walked all the way to his father's study.

The little guy wanted to report, he stretched out his hand to stop it, and the little guy didn't stop it too much, yes, now there is nothing unsavory for them to cover up.

Gently push open the door of the study and look inside. His father was looking down at the bookcase and drawing something, so focused that the sound of the door opening did not alarm him.

He slowly approached and looked at the bookcase, his eyes shrinking suddenly, and anger soared.

It was actually a portrait of Brill.

His mother's bones are not cold, he doesn't think about his dead wife, he is still thinking about his Bailifu.

"Why, why?"

He ripped through the paper, rubbed it in pieces, and tore it to pieces.

Only then did his father wake up from his stupor, and his calm face suddenly turned hideous when he saw the portrait being torn.

Smack, slapped himself in the face hard.

"Rebel, what are you doing, what do you want to do?"

He looked at his father stupidly, and he didn't know why he was for?

"Father, my mother has just been buried, and you don't go to your mother's body to hang down, but here you paint a portrait of another woman, and this woman is still a married woman, do you think it's appropriate?" He wanted to say do you still want to have a face?

When my father heard this, his face turned red, but he still snatched the broken portrait with his hand and said in a low voice.

"Xiaoyu, you are still young, you don't understand. ”

Then piece the portrait together bit by bit, with gentle movements.

He suddenly understood his mother's hatred.

"Father, I want to break off the marriage. ”

Since he can't shake his father, let the mother and daughter stay away from him, break the marriage contract, and have nothing to do with them from now on. And the father, the son does not say anything about the father, so be it.

"No, I can't. ”

But even this last bit of request my father refused to agree, stopped what he was doing, and flatly refused.

"Fu'er's daughter is calm and generous, dignified and virtuous, Bing Xue is smart, it is your blessing that you can marry her, don't be willful. ”

Look, look, it's really a love house and a black house. She thinks about the good of Bailifu in her heart, and now even her daughter blows a rare one in the sky, and there is no one on the earth.

He secretly swallowed his resentment and tried to control himself from disobedience.

"The child is ignorant and useless, since Miss Yan is so good, then find someone who is worthy of her. ”

"You, do you think she doesn't deserve to be better? ”

The father's expression of being too high and not satisfied made him unable to suppress his anger any longer.

"Fu'er, Fu'er, what a kind name, what is the mother's maiden name? ”

"Your mother doesn't need that. The father blushed and lowered his head a little helplessly.

Yes, my mother said that she had never been close to my father's heart, and it seems that this is the case, and my father simply regarded my mother as a transparent person.

He didn't want to argue with his father anymore, and the most important thing for him was to fulfill his father's wishes.

"Father, mother is dead, no one will restrain you anymore, you can do whatever you want, but please don't take me with you. I'm not an object you use to please Bellif. ”

He sank his heart and said, "As long as I get in touch with the marriage contract, my father only needs to tell me how to cancel the marriage contract." ”

"You, why did you suddenly cancel the engagement, could it be that your mother told you something? Fu'er is so good to her, why can't she feel it, why do you always have to go against Fu'er?"

The father said sadly, as if his mother had made a big mistake.

Yes, in the eyes of his father, what Bethle said was right.

And those who oppose her and hate her are all made out of nothing.

His powerlessness at this time is probably his mother's helplessness.

Poof.

He got down on his knees, no longer dwelling on the topic with his father, and kowtowed.

"Father, please tell me how I can break the marriage. ”

Two kowtows.

"Father, please dissolve the marriage. ”

Three kowtows.

......

"You, you, are you going to persecute me like your mother?"

Father's lips trembled, and his body shook.

He was very puzzled, obviously he persecuted his mother and father, but in the end it was they who persecuted him.

But he didn't want to answer the conversation, it would only go on endlessly.

All he needed was a promise to dissolve the marriage.

His head was heavily buckled on the ground, "Please fulfill my father, and ask my father to fulfill ......"

The father fell heavily into the chair, looking sad. His mother's death did not grieve him, did he make it so difficult to break a marriage contract?

He kept kowtowing to his head, he must break the marriage contract, not only for his mother, but also for himself.

After a long time, my father said quietly: "My Fu family will never do anything treacherous, and this marriage contract will never be possible unless the Yan family is dissolved." ”

"You, you're dead. ”

He looked up at his father, "Is that so?

Since this is the case, he asked the Yan family to dissolve the marriage contract.

"You, what are you going to do?" the father seemed to guess what he was thinking, but how could it be, he was just uneasy.

He smiled faintly, "It's nothing, the mother needs someone to guard in front of the spirit, and the child will leave first." ”

He stepped out of the study, and the weather outside was gloomy, just like his heart at that time.

He walked into the mourning hall calmly and accompanied his mother through the last days of the Fu family, although it was only his coffin.

The day after his mother's burial, he left a book and ran away, saying that he was going to travel the world, but in fact he did not leave Handcheng.

During that time, he had the happiest and most painful days of his life.

Handcheng six years ago.

Every winter, there are many homeless people gathered around Handcheng, waiting for the rich and noble to give porridge.

And the Yeongjesa Temple in the north of Seoul is even more overcrowded. Lingji Temple is the temple with the most incense in Handcheng, and the incense continues all year round.

Noble officials, wealthy merchants, are all frequent visitors here, and the incense money is constantly sprinkled into the temple.

In line with the belief of Pudu sentient beings, the temple opens a soup kitchen every winter and builds several rows of simple houses for those who are displaced and homeless.

Gradually, the number of displaced people here increased, and the abbot called on his pilgrims to work together to help these poor people.

The full Lingji Temple has formed a fixed shelter for displaced people, which provides shelter and food for the displaced people.

But as more and more people were homeless, no matter how rich the temple was, it was impossible to help, so someone suggested to the abbot that many of these homeless people could find some jobs for them, such as river workers, such as mines, and workers were needed in these places.

If you find jobs for these homeless people who are in the prime of life, it will not only solve their livelihood, but also reduce the number of displaced people, and reduce the expenses of Lingji Temple, why not.

The abbot of Lingji Temple was overjoyed, and there were many high-ranking officials in the temple.

Since then, Lingji Temple has not only been a shelter for displaced people, but also a place for the government to recruit migrant workers.

Coming and going, not only do they recruit migrant workers, but also rich and noble families come here to select sharp maids and servants.

This has become a major feature of Lingji Temple, and it has attracted a lot of displaced people to come here.

On this day, the cold wind was bitter, and Lingji Temple set up a porridge shed as usual, and there was a long queue of homeless people waiting to receive the porridge.

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the rear, and the team behind them dispersed, most of them ran in the other direction.

The homeless people who didn't understand what was going on waited with confused eyes, neither advancing nor retreating, and a clever person who had already pulled over the halfway run and fell down asked, "What happened?"

The homeless man who fell down shook his arms, broke free from the person who pulled him, and said loudly: "Mrs. Yan is here, why don't you go and get the bun quickly." ”

Is Mrs. Yan here?Ah, run, or I'll grab two later!

The rest of the people who heard the word Mrs. Yan were overjoyed and ran over.

And those homeless people who had just come from a long distance pulled over those who were happy, and sniffed suspiciously, "Who is Mrs. Yan? Why didn't you even get the porridge when she came?" Is it a great beauty?"

The displaced people who were pulled were anxious, "Loosen up, let go." ”

This newcomer didn't get an answer, how could he let go, "Talk about it, talk about it!"

"You let it go. ”

"You speak first!"

"Let it go. ”

"Let's start with that. ”

The two of them were in the ink, and the person who got the news ran past them and threw down a sentence with disdain: "What about the ink, wait a while, the skin is gone." ”

The displaced people who were pulled were not angry, so they had to drag this newcomer to run together, "What a beauty, no, Mrs. Yan is indeed a beauty, but for us refugees, that's nothing, we are only interested in filling our stomachs." ”

While dragging someone, he said: "In Lingji Temple, as long as you hear Mrs. Yan's name, it means that there are white and fat steamed buns and fragrant meat buns. ”

"You don't know how white the steamed bun is, like, like a snowflake in winter, well, whiter than that. ”

This is a bit of an exaggeration.

"What kind of meat buns are there, but they are genuine big meat buns, and they don't fool people at all. The skin is thin and the meat is many, and it is fragrant, but unfortunately there are too many people who rob it. I've only grabbed it three times so far, and when I bite into it, my mouth is full of oil, and I drool when I think about it. ”

"I'll tell you, ahhhhh ”

The displaced people who were being dragged were talking about getting up, and suddenly the person who dragged and ran didn't have to drag it himself, but ran away, and the one who ran was called fast.

In the blink of an eye, he threw him out of the distance, and threw a word without looking back.

"I haven't seen meat for ten years, and it's not strong to have meat buns, it's really inkblot. Lao Tzu left first. ”

"Hey, who are you talking about, if you hadn't dragged me, I would have run over. ”

The homeless people who were pulled up before were angry, but seeing that there was only a shadow left in the smoke, they had to speed up their pace and rush to the Lingji Temple on the mountain.

Lingji Temple is on the top of the mountain, where the homeless people are located, and the place where Lingji Temple is giving porridge is at the foot of the mountain in a remote place.

Although Lingji Temple often does good deeds, it will not let these homeless people block his pilgrims.

Therefore, the main roads will be cleared out, guarded by special personnel, and the homeless are not allowed to trespass.

However, there are exceptions, such as when a noble person wants to do a good deed, he will let the exiles into the Lingji Temple and wait in the open space of the Lingji Temple.

At this time, the first to get the news of the displaced people have lined up on the side of the mountain gate, although the later ones from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain you push and block, scrambling, but when they reach the mountain gate, they will slow down, bow to the mountain gate reverently, and then consciously line up to the end of the previous line.

It's quiet, and there's no noise at all.

In front of them, several confessions were placed, and there was a bamboo basket on the case, covered with cotton cloth, but there was still hot air wafting out.

Everyone knows that these bamboo baskets must be white steamed buns and meat buns, but these homeless people who have always liked to rob restrain their own inferiority and line up silently, even if the saliva has already flowed all over the ground?

The reason why they are like this is to thank this Mrs. Yan from the bottom of their hearts, they have nothing to repay her, then they must at least have a little courtesy, although queuing quietly is not a courtesy.