Side house

The sun is shining brightly, and the ginkgo trees in the yard have some leaves and independent branches. As soon as the wind blew, the only remaining shallow autumn mood slowly passed away from the branches.

In the account room, Bian Shaoxian was frowning and settling accounts, and his follower was trotting in all the way; "Young master, young master, the Yan family has an accident again......

"Going, didn't you see that Young Master Ben was upset?" is a character who can't calm down, and he still makes a mistake after calculating the account for a morning, Bian Shaoxian is very angry. Impatiently interrupted the words of Adherence and crackled the abacus.

"Didn't you tell me to keep an eye on the situation of the Yan family and report to you?" Sticking to a somewhat dissatisfied muttering.

"You...... What did you just say about the Yan family? After a while, Bian Shaoxian seemed to come back to his senses, and raised his head to ask Ke Shou next to him.

"Oh, that's right, a group of officers ran to Yan's house and ...... Miss Yan "scrupulously rushed forward, and they were always happy to report the gossip.

"Last night?" Bian Shaoxian was incredulous.

"yes!" What kind of expression is that, young master.

"Why were you caught?" Bian Shaoxian's eyes were cold, and his voice became much lower.

"Then I don't know, why did the military department arrest people!." Abide by the feeling that the young master has more questions.

"You can help me calculate this account, and I'll go out for a while." Bian Shaoxian thought for a while, threw the account book in his hand into Ke Shou's arms, and stepped out of the account room in three or two steps.

"What should I do if my master knows?" With a painful face, he wailed towards Bian Shaoxian, who had already left.

Bian Shaoxian walked out of the door and was flooded by the cold wind, only to realize that he had forgotten to add his coat. The weather was sunny and cold, and I didn't feel it in the house just now. There weren't many people on the street, so he got into a rickshaw at random, and the master asked him where and where he went. Bian Shaoxian himself didn't know.

"Luojia Road." Bian Shaoxian suddenly found that he was still the most accustomed to going to his eldest sister.

"Okay, sit tight, guest officer!" With the shouting of the rickshaw master, the rattle on the car also rang with the bell

remembered that not long ago, I was walking the streets with her, listening to Tao Ge's self-defeating. In the blink of an eye, Yiren was already in prison. With such a weak body and stubborn personality, what will happen if you enter the military prison? He didn't dare to imagine that their Yan family might not have a helping hand outside. Thinking about this, I don't feel irritable.

"Guest, it's here." The rickshaw has arrived outside the Qi family's mansion.

The two vigorous and powerful characters of "Qi Mansion" are inlaid on the bright red primer. After listening to Tao Pavilion, the conversation between himself and Qi Huo is still in his ears;

"I know you want to get rid of the second uncle, but why do you want to implicate Miss Yan?" Shaoxian had never spoken to Qi Huo so rudely, let alone so bluntly debunked Qi Huo's intentions.

"Just in case." Qi Huo frowned slightly, and seemed to be very unhappy with Bian Shaoxian's attitude.

"Hmph, just in case. You are revenge! Don't forget, the master of the Yan family is Uncle Qi's lifesaver. Bian Shaoxian was sad and indignant, and his voice was close to roaring.

"Don't talk to me about being strict." Qi Huo stood up suddenly, and threw the tea bowl in his hand to the ground violently, the tea bowl shattered in response, and the tea splashed everywhere.

"Brother-in-law." Bian Shaoxian had never seen Qi Huo who had lost his demeanor like this, and his voice couldn't help but be low.

"You all said that Yan Yezheng saved his father, and relying on the smoke to continue the lifeline, which kind of salvation is it." Qi Huo's eyes were violent, and Bian Shaoxian thought that if Yan Ye was present, it was hard to guarantee that Qi Huo would not kill him!

"But ......" Bian Shaoxian wanted to defend Qing Qian, but he couldn't find a more suitable word. Ziho has always hated people who smoke big cigarettes, and it turns out that because of this.

"Okay, this time I have no intention of harming Yan Qingqian, and I will not in the future. In the future, about the Yan family, don't come to me again. Ziho got up from his chair and threw his sleeves away.

The afternoon sun is so bright, bright and dazzling. But it shines on people, but it is cold. Bian Shaoxian couldn't help but think of Qi Huo's eyes. After hesitating, he called out to the rickshaw that was on the way back. The rickshaw master is also a clever man. didn't ask what it was, and hurriedly pulled the car back. Park the car and ask Bian Shaoxian to sit down, and then go back the same way.

The coachman's feet were fast, and the wind was blowing the broken leaves on the ground, and winter came so early.

The coachman pulled Bian Shaoxian, and after a while, he returned to the "side house". Sticking to the young master, he stood in the courtyard with a cold face, but he didn't move. Thinking about it, he was "arranged" by the young master of the Qi family in the "Qi Mansion", so he hurriedly took his coat and ran out.

The weather was so sunny that people mistakenly thought it was summer. But what is it an illusion......

Corresponding to the cold sunshine of Jinyuan, the Linjiang Bamboo Garden at this time is raining heavily.

The weather was gloomy and the rain was as heavy as a pillar. The still river is no longer calm, and the rain drops hit the river, one halo followed the next. Three months passed quickly, and He Shiyi didn't expect that he could really 'pass the house without entering'. I still remember the day I left home ten years ago.

At that time, Jinghe was also so lively.

In my mother's room, there is a beautiful mahogany daffodil screen, and the woodcarved daffodil branches are entwined with leaves. The trim is a reddish-blackened primer, so that the blood spilled on it is not very clear.

In my memory, my mother rarely lost her temper, and that was the worst time.

It was not yet dark, and the room was lit with candles. The room was shrouded in an orange-red mist, and a shallow halo reflected on the mahogany screen, like a gap in the hazy skylight. Outside the house was pouring rain, and the room inside was gloomy. The dampness in the air was fierce and noisy, as if it was about to erupt.

At that time, my mother, just looking at the back, was calm and resolute that she had never had. Frail body, with a straight back.

"I really regret giving birth to you, you get out of here, never come back!" Just this sentence has pulled the distance between mother and son thousands of miles.

At that time, he suddenly realized that his mother hated him.

In my memory, I was not close to my mother, when did it start? When I was very young, I used to want to run into my mother's lap like other children and play with it. However, every time I could only get my mother's deliberate refusal. As I got older, I heard some rumors about my mother, and I don't know what was going on, and my desire to be close to my mother became weaker and weaker.

When I rushed into the heavy rain, I couldn't help but look behind me, but I only saw the cold courtyard and the miserable cold rain, and the hatred for my mother hit me head-on in an instant.

The original intention of enlisting in the army was to hope to be appreciated by my mother and make my mother glorious in front of others. It becomes an urgent distance from disgust, from disgust or disgust that is about to grow. Maybe it's because I know the truth and don't dare to face the imminent harm!

It wasn't until soon after I understood my mother's original intention, and recalled the figure of my mother always turning her back to her, as well as the unusual red marks on the edge of the screen. At that time, I was not shocked and remorseful. But persecution and hatred have pushed him to keep walking, and then get farther and farther away from his mother.

"Wet suits." Footsteps approached the office.

"Uncle Mo." He Shiyi turned around, and the mayor Mo Jiaxi came slowly. In my memory, the young and handsome man had slightly gray temples.

"If this rain continues like this, it is estimated that it will be enough for the Linjiang person to drink a pot!" Mo Jiaxi's tone was completely worried.

"Well, this time the flooding is very serious. It is no less than the floods in Mianhu a few decades ago. He Shiyi put away his thoughts and looked at the quiet and lively river outside with Mo Jiaxi.

"Well, the floods in Luo Yichen's era were fierce, and I have heard a little about it. I heard Wu Wu say, you were sent to investigate the Linjiang flood this time, and it seems that you have put a lot of thought into it! ”

"Uncle Mo has won the prize."

"This time in Linjiang is not only a flood, but also very tricky! However, I think that the skill of that person should be able to cope without sending officials. Mo Jiaxi opened his mouth lightly, as if unintentionally muttering to himself, and turned to look at He Shiyi: "It's rare to come back, I'm going to return in a few days, really don't see you?" ”

"Hmm." He Shiyi looked at the river indifferently, the rain was getting heavier, and the rain was beating the river one after another, so lively, but in the end, they all disappeared like a stone in the sea.

"You have your considerations, and Uncle Mo will not force you." Mo Jiaxi sighed and patted He Shiyi's shoulder.

"Thank you, Uncle Mo."