In a secluded and old house in Candle Shadow Lane, the lights are much darker than those in Osmanthus Lane, the lacquer pillars in front of the court have faded the vermilion of the past because of the urging of the wind and rain years, and the decadent ones are faintly gray, and the pair of lanterns swaying under the corridor can also be seen to have been hanging for some years, but they are still bright, and the servants who are not (mo) in the dusk shadow are all dressed plainly, each doing what they are doing. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

How do others know that such an old house is actually where today's grandparents live.

An ordinary green canopy carriage stopped leisurely in front of the house at this moment, the curtain was gently opened, and a woman dressed in ordinary clothes stepped down, and then stepped through the two outer doors, and walked straight to a hut.

When he came to the door, Yuki looked at the bright lights on the road, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but show a relieved and gentle smile.

She knew that every time she was about to return, her only son would always light up the lights that led to his house to light the way back for her.

Yuki slowly walked in, came to the courtyard outside the house, looked at the lights in the inner room faintly through the pane, and gently opened his lips.

"Young master, have you eaten? ”

The girl on the side listened, shook her head and said, "The young master said that I will use it together when you come back, madam." ”

Seeing a trace of uncertainty floating in Xing's eyes, the girl hurriedly added: "The slaves and maids were worried that the young master was hungry, so they sent some small snacks, and the young master used some." ”

Hearing this, Xing's eyes eased a little, and then walked straight to the house without turning his head, leaving the girl standing there, and couldn't help but exhale lightly in fear.

Madame's temper, she knows it, although she is gentle on weekdays, but if she makes the young master suffer a little, she will be angry.

When Xingshi brushed the soft curtain in the back room, a warmth suddenly hit, and in the eye, a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy was sitting behind the bookcase, holding a book in his hand, reading it very seriously, the young man was handsome and handsome, but he had a six-point resemblance to Xingshi.

A friendly smile instantly appeared on Yuki's lips, and he stepped inside.

Wen'er hasn't slept yet. ”

When the young man heard this, he immediately raised his head, and at the moment when he faced the Yuki family, he was overjoyed and put down the scroll in his hand, got up and walked to the bookcase, and bent down and said, "Mother." ”

Xingshi kindly helped the young man up, caressed the young man's face with distress in his eyes, and carefully said: "I haven't seen you for a few days, how have you lost weight, is it not good to be served by the people below." ”

As he spoke, there was a bit of coldness in Xing's eyes, and the person who was waiting for him was shocked into a cold sweat, and looked at the young man as if he was busy asking for help.

Song Wen was originally immersed in the joy of his mother's return, and knew that if he didn't intercede today, his mother was only afraid that she would punish others for herself, wasting the time they spent with mother and son, so he said: "No, it's just that there are some things that need to be scrutinized more in the homework taught by the master in the past few days, so I slept late at night, and my son is fine." ”

When Xingshi heard this, his heart softened a little, and he stroked the young man's sideburns very dotingly.

The husband in front of her had a short life and died early, but fortunately, he left her such a promising son.

Since she was a child, the only son in front of her has been extremely filial, and she has never been worried about schoolwork, but later she entered the palace and had no time to go home, and this son has never complained about her, and he is as close to her as ever.

This taught her how not to feel distressed.

"Good boy, no matter what, the body is the most important thing. ”

The young man nodded obediently when he heard this.

"Well, my son remembered. ”

Xingshi nodded happily, then looked at the books and words on the bookcase, turned his gaze, looked at the son in front of him and said kindly: "Mother is hungry, let's eat with my mother." ”

When the young man heard this, he immediately nodded without hesitation, and naturally stepped forward to hold Xing's hand, feeling this long-lost dependence, Xing's eyes softened a lot, and he smiled and put his left hand on the young man's hand, and walked out together.

Although the journey was short, Yuki felt extremely warm.

The young man happily carried the schoolwork she had learned these days, although it was bland, but it made her feel that this was a real home.

During the meal, although only the mother and son sat at the small table, the mother and son talked with each other with a smile and served each other's dishes, which was extremely warm.

When the meal was finished, Xingshi and the young man had some snacks, and then said gently: "It's not too early, Wen'er should rest early-"

"Mother is leaving again? ”

The boy interrupted Yuki's words, and the moment he raised his head, Yuki saw the reluctance and loss in the boy's eyes.

Xing's hand froze slightly, and then smiled and gently comforted: "Mother will come back to see you in a few days." ”

"But tomorrow my mother is not on vacation, why doesn't my mother stay?"

Xing's eyes were suddenly cold, knowing that there must be more people, so he glanced at the servants around him, and the startled people hurriedly lowered their heads, and their backs were soaked in cold sweat.

"Wen'er, you know, mother still has other things, and the next time you come back, your mother will stay with you. ”

The young man was about to open his mouth when he heard this, but after facing Kamiyuki's undoubted eyes, he finally buried his head, and his tone became much lighter.

"My son got it. ”

A gentle smile appeared in Xing's eyes, and then he got up and brushed his skirt, glanced at everyone, and said coldly: "Next time, if the young master is thinner again, I will ask you." ”

Hearing this, everyone nodded yes, and Yuki retracted his gaze indifferently, glanced at the young man who bowed his head, and finally hardened his heart and walked out.

The young man didn't go out, his delicate face was not in the shadows, and his eyes were full of disappointment and concern.

It wasn't until Xing's carriage left that the girl freshened up Song Wen and persuaded him to go to bed peacefully.

But after tossing and turning for a long time, Song Wen still couldn't sleep, so he put on a coat at random and got up to go for a walk outside.

But before he could go out of the door, he heard the two servants outside the door chewing their tongues quietly.

"You say, every time this lady comes back on leave, why is she always in such a hurry, what is so important about this? ”

Hearing this, Song Wen paused, and then heard another servant smile.

"You don't know yet, yes, I'll tell you. ”

The servant paused slightly, then suppressed his voice, and said quite lightly: "You see, with our lady's charming figure, a person has been widowed for so many years, what can be more important than his own son?"

As soon as these words came out, Song Wen's hands tightened suddenly, his body stiffened a lot, and the cautious voice of another servant immediately sounded outside the door.

"You mean, our lady raised a little girl—"

"That's nature. ”

Hearing the servant's determined tone, the other servant was a little frightened and said, "Don't talk nonsense, our lady-"

"Come on. ”

The servant's words were abruptly interrupted, and then he heard the previous servant say: "You think that our lady is really as serious and friendly as usual, that is because you can't stand to see the side of others in bed, let me tell you, I have already heard people say, our lady has raised a stunner in another place, every time she goes out of the palace, it is to go to the tryst to enjoy, and you and the young master, only stupidly thought that it was really an errand." ”

Speaking of this, the servant added with a smile: "But also, this romantic and warm tent is also a big deal." ”

When the words were spoken, the two servants did not continue, and gradually changed the topic on the side, but Song Wen behind the door was standing stiffly at the moment, and his body gradually became cold and cold. A pair of hands clenched tightly, almost crushing something, and in the gloomy shadows, the young man's eyes gradually burst out with humiliation and anger, like a raging fire burning more and more fiercely, and his chest rose and fell more strongly because of restraint.

No, his mother wouldn't be like that!

Song Wen persuaded himself like this, but it seemed that an idea had already taken root in his heart and sprouted......

He could convince himself of everything, but he couldn't explain why every time his mother came back, she never completely accompanied him.

What could be more important than visiting his son!