Fan Yancheng followed his mother to the outside room, and the girl helped Pang Zi to sit down, made hot tea, and handed it to Pang Zi with both hands. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Pang Zi waved his hand and didn't answer, and sighed with a sad face to his eldest son: "You three brothers, in terms of talent, appearance, family background, and ability, all of them are not bad. But none of your three brothers' marriages have made me worry. ”

Fan Yancheng drank tea by himself. Whenever his mother was angry and wanted to vent to him, he would only listen to him.

Pang Zi didn't think that his eldest son had a good temper, but he was even more angry with him, and he could find fault with Fan Yancheng in everything.

Now, a few words have come to Fan Yancheng again. Pang Zi Fafu's face showed a haggard expression, he stretched out his hand to pinch his eyebrows, and complained in a complaining tone: "Your third brother and Jiang Li have been divorced for so long, I thought he had already let go, but who knew that he was still angry with me!" Isn't it just one more concubine, just accept it, what's the big deal? He learned this from you. It's you, you have to accept Yuanbi with a bad temperament. I took it and took it, and I spoiled her. Your third brother has been close to you since he was a child, and he can only tolerate one Yuan Bi around you, and he only thinks of a Jiang Li in his heart. ”

Fan Yancheng held the cup with an indifferent expression, and he didn't know if he heard it or not.

Pang Zi also wanted to find someone to listen to her nagging, and continued to talk bitterly disapprenosingly: "Look at your second brother, in the early years, he was making trouble every year to become a monk, and I forced him to marry, and it turned out that I was right, and now that he has his own children, didn't he just accept his heart and live a good life at home." If you want to say that you and your third brother are like this, or I am too indulgent to you. ”

Fan Yancheng said rarely: "Mother, I was still young when I left home, and I was an adult when I came back. ”

Seeing that his mother was stunned, he added: "I'm reminding, not complaining." If you want to say that you connived, you can only condone the third brother. ”

Pang Zi looked at his eldest son with a little guilt in his eyes, and said after a long time: "Also, you have always been very filial." Among the three of you, I spoil your third brother more. However, what you don't know is how scary your third brother's stubbornness is, and I am scared by him! ”

Fan Yancheng showed a slightly stunned expression, in his impression, the third brother has been pleasing his mother since he was a child, although he sometimes plays tricks, but he doesn't seem to be a person who will scare his mother.

Pang Zi recalled the past and said slowly: "Do you remember when you were a child, we never had cats and dogs at home? ”

"Well, I remember my mother made such a rule." Fan Yancheng still remembers it.

Pang Zi nodded and continued: "You and the second child are very obedient and never go to the house. Later, your third brother brought one back with me on his back, and I found it, so I asked someone to take it out and throw it away. He didn't see the dog when he came back from school, and he asked his subordinates to say that I had lost it, but he didn't say anything at that time. For the next few days, he was still supposed to study, sleep, but he didn't eat, drink, or talk to anyone. At first, I was still cold-eyed, trying to suppress his temper, thinking that he shouldn't last long. I didn't want him to be so stubborn, until one day he fainted, and he didn't know how to lie down for three days. ”

Pang Zi covered her chest with one hand, and the lights in the room shone on her silver platter-like face, and there was a look of fear on her face. "I've been scared ever since, and I've relied on him for everything." She sighed, "As the saying goes, 'a loving mother is a loser', but fortunately, he has never made a big mistake. It's just that such a stubborn temperament has hurt himself to this day. ”

Fan Yancheng was silent. He and Yuan Bina are in love, but he looks at it coldly, Jiang Li really seems to have no love for the third brother, if the third brother uses his stubborn temperament on his feelings, it can only hurt himself.

Thinking of this, he didn't know how to comfort his mother, so he had to say something that even he didn't believe: "Mother is relieved, the third brother is a smart person, but he can't think about it for a while, maybe it will be better after a while." ”

The mother and son sat for a while and then went their separate ways.

After Fan Sicheng came back from injury, Lang Zhong came to see him and prescribed medicine, and the boiled medicine was still warm on the stove. The two girls in the outhouse were on night duty and were about to close the door, when the lights in the house flickered, and Jiang Ya walked in from outside.

Jiang Ya said to the two girls with an expressionless face: "I'm here tonight, and you go down to rest." ”

The two girls looked at each other. They could tell that Jiang Ya was an order, not a consultative tone.

The two girls were assigned by Pang to serve Fan Sicheng, but everyone in this house knew that Jiang Ya was Fan Sicheng's concubine, and Jiang Ya was very favored in front of Pang Zi. The two girls hesitated for a moment, and then withdrew.

In the empty house where no one was around, Jiang Ya slowly paced in the outhouse.

The outhouse is separated from the inner room by a curtain, and through the curtain strung together with a half-picked scallop-shaped pendant, you can see the side face of Fan Sicheng lying on the bed.

Half side, slightly closed eyes, as if asleep and waking up. The long eyelashes covered the delicate and handsome face, Jiang Ya looked through the door curtain, and pressed her unstoppable infatuation.

Thinking back to the words of Pang Zi that she had just heard, she resolutely made up her mind: since he couldn't forget it, she would help him forget it. In this way, neither she nor him have to be tortured by feelings, and she does this, which is the best of both worlds.

Thinking so, Jiang Ya opened the gourd-shaped jade bottle she was carrying with her and dripped a few drops into the thick medicinal juice.

Fan Sicheng woke up in the middle of the night and felt bitter from his throat to his lips. He moved, trying to find water to drink. So he sat up with one hand propped up.

As soon as he sat up, the events of the past few days took over his mind again, and he sat on the bed in a daze.

He knew in his heart that his injuries were not very serious, and with his deep internal physique, he could basically heal after a good rest of ten days. What matters is the wound in his heart, the great frustration of hope, disappointed to despair, that makes him not want to pull himself together.

In this mood, he just wants to be alone, and the quieter the better. So he ignored the dim light of the outhouse, and got up with his hands propped up to get out of bed to get water.

I don't know when the candles in the house went out. He was just about to get out of bed, when he saw a girl in the outhouse come in with a cup in her hand, and she didn't say a word, and the cup was handed to Fan Sicheng.

Fan Sicheng frowned after drinking it, the medicine was so bitter that it made people sick to their stomachs. Without looking up, he said, "Another glass of water." The girl was silent, and soon after turning around, a glass of warm water was delivered to him.

Fan Sicheng drank water and fell asleep, and when he woke up, the sky was already bright.

As soon as his head moved, his mind was empty, and Fan Sicheng's face showed a sluggish expression.

"Are you awake?" Jiang Ya stood in front of the bed and smiled at him with apprehension.

Fan Sicheng looked at the girl standing in front of the bed in a daze. The girl had bright eyes, bright teeth, a pink neck and snow cheeks, a light sarle embroidered with purple lilacs, and a light sorrow on her face, which was both familiar and strange.

The weirdest thing is that his mind is blank, and he doesn't know who he is or where he is. He heard himself mutter, "Who are you, girl?" ”