After that, Bai Su couldn't remember it very clearly. Probably less than three months after the www.biquge.info of Pen, Fun, and Pavilion, his father, whom he had never seen before, died, and a snow-white lantern was hung at the entrance of the Prime Minister's Mansion. He was dressed in a plain dress and looked at the huge inscription in the hall, and his mood was peaceful.

"It is said that he died because of that woman." Bai Wei was also dressed in sackcloth, standing beside him and speaking contemptuously.

"According to the rules, you should call her Erniang, not that woman." Bai Su shook his head and said to his sister: "Be cautious and check the traces, stand up and make a name, you have to remember."

"Oh, brother, why did you start dropping your schoolbag with one mouth, it's annoying." Bai Wei pouted and said: "Why do I call her Erniang, she already snatched her father away from us, and she played some mandarin duck Gu with her father, so that her father died in vain, why do I still call her Erniang."

"Where did you hear that?" Bai Su reprimanded: "There are no parents in the world, how can we juniors comment on the affairs of our parents!"

The little girl was already young, and after being lectured by him, she was even more teary-eyed and looked at her aggrievedly. Bai Su also knew that he was talking heavily, and complained to himself in his heart, what kind of strength did he have with this child who was not yet five years old, he raised his hand and touched Bai Wei's head, and said with a smile: "What have you been doing these days?"

While talking to Bai Wei, he looked towards the hall, his grandfather sat in the hall, not saying a word, but the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes seemed to be much heavier, and his mother sat on the side, crying almost heartbreaking. The mother is elegant and quiet, and now she cries resolutely in front of everyone, and I don't know if I will regret it afterwards.

What is the mother crying about, is she crying for her deceased husband who left prematurely, or is crying for the first half of her own lonely and forbearant body.

He felt a little sad in his heart. took Bai Wei and walked over, and shouted with concern: "Mother."

When Zhao heard his son's voice, he hurriedly wiped the tears on his face and asked, "Su'er is back?" Bai Wei on the side had already cried into her mother's arms. The cry of the little doll is always the most touching, and everyone in the hall immediately burst into tears.

Bai Su looked at the people who came and went to pay their respects, the fire burning in the basin in front of the hall, the light smoke from the lit paper money, and the little red on the beams that were wrapped around his roof.

Peace of mind.

He asked himself to be happier than Bai Wei, when his father left home, he was almost four years old, and he already remembered people, and Bai Wei was still a little baby who slept soundly all day.

My father was a very gentle man, and he liked to hide in the study alone, playing the flute and playing the piano. The threshold of his father's study is very high, and he has a little difficulty straddling, and every time he wants to sneak in, he will be found by his father who has his back to him, and then he hugs him and kisses him, and says, "Son, are you here?"

I was beaten by my grandfather for not doing my homework, and I was scolded by my mother for my unruly behavior, and I came to my father crying, waiting to be picked up, touched my head, and fed a few pieces of pastry. The father does not like to call him by his first name, but calls his son directly.

There are always beautiful daffodils in my father's room, the window is very large, and when I open it, I can see the sunshine that sprinkles all over the ground, he often nests in his father's arms, smells the unique ink fragrance on his father's body, and listens to his father's sentence by sentence to read the flowers and sleep willows and spring to warm himself. He looked up at his father's long, golden eyelashes and deep dimples on his lips.

"Su'er, get up, go get something to eat." Mother gently persuaded from the side. He looked up, it was already so late, the white candle showed a dim light, he knelt down, looked up at his mother and sister who had already gotten up, and looked at his sister's smooth face, a little annoyed. Father's dimples, he didn't even come with them.

"Brother, get up quickly." Bai Wei reached out and pulled his clothes, sobbing with her red eyes. He held his sister's cold little hand, laughed in his heart, and said that he would not cry, but he howled all afternoon. He dusted off his sister's knees, looked at his mother, who was also red and swollen eyes, and said, "Su'er keeps a wake for my father."

"Good boy, you have to pay attention to your body." The mother touched his head lovingly and said, "You are about to enter the palace as the prince's companion, but you can't get sick."

"Mother rest assured." Bai Su Dao.

Now in his mother's heart, he is first the prince's companion, and then his mother's son, and his heart is clear. Without his father, as the eldest son, he no longer has the qualifications to be pampered.

Eh, why are the corners of my eyes wet?

He looked at his father's coffin, his lips trembled slightly, and said, "Daddy."

This daddy is more sincere than when we first met three months ago. He took a breath, his chest aching, and his eyes were dry and he couldn't shed a single tear.

To this day, he can't remember when his father left. It was as if one autumn had passed, and my father had disappeared from his life for no reason, leaving not even a word. The father was like a cloud, soft and weightless, and in the midst of laughter, it dissipated.

And this time there was something left, he chuckled. The father pleaded with the child before he died, but neither the grandfather nor the mother allowed him to see the child for the last time, but pushed himself to him and said, "Son, this one is enough."

His father's thin hand touched his face, gently, guiltily, and said slowly, "Su'er."

Yes, it turns out that I am already Su'er, and I am no longer your only son.

"Su'er, there are a lot of things that my father can't do with you and Wei'er, but you two still have the protection of your mother, that child, that child......."

Bai Junsu's throat shook violently: "That kid ...... I'll leave it to you......."

"I hope you ....... Protect him. ”

Father's voice was soft and gentle, his weak hand made his wrist hurt, he wanted to cry, he wanted to say, Daddy, you hurt me, it hurts, my heart seems to be gone.

Bai Su looked up, crossed his father's coffin, and looked at the white ash dancing in the distance. After staring at it for too long without blinking, his eyes began to blur, as if covered with a layer of mist, through which he seemed to see his father in his youth, smiling and walking towards him, surrounded by the fragrance of ink.

Bai Su didn't want to look at it, hanging his head, feeling that something fell from his eyes, smashing his heart and mouth in sharp pain.

Still, the state of mind is peaceful.

Then, he entered the palace as the prince's companion, the emperor's only son, the future monarch of the Jokhang, wearing clothes that dragged the floor, saw him, smiled so much that his saliva almost flowed out.

Bai Su sighed, knelt down and said, "See Your Highness."

He never thought that this kneeling would be a lifetime.

When I go home again, it will be about the end of the year in a year. The red lanterns of the New Year's Festival were hung in the house, which was completely different from the black and white appearance when he left. Everyone's face was beaming, the mother had regained her noble appearance, Bai Wei was also wearing the freshest clothes, smiled and threw herself into his arms and said, "Brother!"

He smiled and pinched his sister's face. Then at the dinner table, his grandfather and mother frequently gave him vegetables, he was a little unaccustomed, in the past, in the palace, he was always alone, eating in front of the daffodils on the table. With the roar of firecrackers and Bai Wei's ingenious sound in his ears, he somehow, a little tired, pushed his illness off the dinner table early, and walked to the side courtyard where his father lived before his death.

As I walked, my eyes began to become barren. Just walked through a plum forest, and now suddenly saw the weeds all over the ground, but a little uncomfortable, I wanted to turn around and walk back, but saw a little dilapidated small courtyard, he hesitated, and the ghost made a god walk in.

"Daddy." A faint voice came from a dark corner.

He was startled, and hurriedly walked over, it turned out to be a child, dressed very thinly, with purple lips and a crimson face, leaning on the corner of the wall and shivering desperately, with his eyes closed and humming, "Daddy."

His lips pursed slightly, and there were shallow dimples.

Bai Su frowned, but he knew in his heart that yes, this was the child his father brought back.

"Daddy." The child didn't seem to notice the person in front of him, he had a high fever, his mind was full of chaos, he only felt that he was still in Jiangnan, when he was old, his father and mother were playing chess in the room, he was lying on his father's lap and dozing, and his father's hand was one after another, patting his hairy head...... He was sleepy, and fell asleep in his father's arms, and then he was picked up, and he leaned against his father's chest, but he felt that the arms were a little thin.

Bai Qi's life is not good.

The Bai family's housemother, Zhao, is not not a magnanimous person, but no matter how generous a woman is, she can't face the son born to her husband and his lover.

Brute. She often said this to her daughter. The daughter is like a little self, she complained to Bai Wei with peace of mind, and used the most ugly words in the world to describe the pair of dog men and women. She took the child to the courtyard of the most remote courtyard in Baifu, ignored it, asked her subordinates to bring a meal to the child every day, and acquiesced in the subordinates' deduction of the child.

So Bai Qi's meals are often withheld by the cook who takes care of him and left for her son to eat, and sometimes there are only two cold steamed buns.

Because today is the New Year's Day, Bai Qi went to beg the cook during the day, and last year's New Year, there were leftover dumplings.

"Nope! No! "Aunt Zhang was waving a stir-fry spoon while angrily chasing him, and the stir-fry spoon hit him on the chin, almost knocking the little child to the ground." In a good year, there are little beasts who block the old lady, and they have earned a year's bad luck for nothing, and they are not beaten! Get out! ”

"Aunt Zhang, you can do it, you didn't even give me a grain of grain yesterday and the day before yesterday, and if you don't give it today, I'm afraid I'm going to starve to death." Bai Qi begged bitterly, reaching out to pull the corner of the cook's clothes.

"Smack!" The outstretched hand was violently opened.

"Get your dirty hands away! Don't touch the old lady's newly made clothes! The cook yelled loudly, and the spoon in her hand slammed the back of the thin child. , made a "bang" sound, Bai Qi shook a little, did not cry out in pain, but the circles under his eyes were red.