Remnants of Filth - Chapter 172
That year, he and Murong Chuyi were still very young, and they could even be said to be young and green.
He didn’t know that the young man who seemed to be younger than him at the moment was actually his sister-in-law. He thought he was the little boy from which guest, and secretly ran to the yard to enjoy the flowers.
Murong Chuyi wasn’t in a good mood to look at it. Seeing that Plum Blossom was focusing, she didn’t notice who was behind him.
It wasn’t until a corner of the cyan oil-paper umbrella with a cloud-shaped crane shadow protruded out of his head, covering his snow and blocking his flowers, that he was startled and turned back.
Jiang Yexue smiled slightly at him, with a very elder brother’s attitude: “Who are you from? How can such a heavy snow storm not hold an umbrella?”
Murong Chuyi opened her eyes wide. She took a step back and then two steps back. The expression on her face gradually changed from surprise to indifference. Instead of answering Jiang Yexue’s question, he directly said:
“… Who are you. What are you doing here?”
This question was asked simply and rudely, and the other party didn’t seem to want to talk nonsense with him.
However, Jiang Yexue has a good temper. A gentleman is like a jade, like a man like a mill. Although he is young, he is always tolerant and caring for others, so he smiles and says, “My surname Yue, my name is Yue Yexue. As for Why am I here … because this is my home, this plum blossom you are looking at is also my favorite. “
The other party narrowed his eyes when he heard the words: “Oh? You are Yue Yexue, Xie Yilan’s child?”
Jiang Yexue suddenly heard that such a small child actually called his mother’s name, and he called it wrong, and it was good to be conserved, and it was funny and annoying.
But he didn’t have an attack, just reached out and dragged the boy over, under his large oil-paper umbrella, and taught him gently: “Listen, my mother’s name is Xie Lanyi, not Xie Yilan. Also, the snow is heavy , If you stand so stupid, you will catch cold. Go, I will take you back to the flower hall to find your parents. “
The other party snapped open his hand, politely: “Nothing. You know who you’re talking to?”
Jiang Yexue laughed and smiled, “You child …”
“Child?” Murong Chuyi took off his cloak hat and drew some messy forehead, looked at him seriously, his thin lips opened and closed, and said earnestly, “Yue Yexue, I’m yours.”
Jiang Yexue opened his eyes suddenly: “…”
After a while, he laughed loudly and reached out to explore the boy’s forehead.
He surveyed and laughed, “You. You’re frozen and burned your head …?”
How did this farce end in the end, there are more details, Jiang Yexue can’t remember it, just remember that Murong Chuyi left his sleeves unhappy. After the big wedding banquet, he went to visit the lady in the main room with his mother, and toasted the lady, he found that the boy under the plum tree actually stood beside Murong Huang and looked at him with a look of indifference.
Only then did he finally know that this young boy in white who was his age was actually his little sister.
Called Murong Chuyi.
Although Murong Chuyi lives in a house with him, he does not like to contact people on weekdays. It is very rare to make an appearance in three days in ten days. Jiang Yexue still wanted to talk to him at first, but there were too many cold nails.
Mr. Song taught him that the gentleman’s friendship was as light as water, and he wanted to cultivate himself like a bamboo, and Murong Chuyi did not want to deal with him too much, so he didn’t force it.
However, not all people in the world are as peaceful and kind as Master Song. After Murong Huang and Yue Juntian became married, whether at home or outside, he could feel the changes in attitude of those people keenly. Those who had always been charming and greeted with him were the earliest to disappear, and then the smiles of some elders on him were no longer as warm as before.
He is just kind and not slow. He sees these things and knows exactly what the reason is. However, he is gentle with others and doesn’t care about spoils and losses, so it doesn’t matter.
Only Mrs. Xie’s grievances became heavier and he felt some anxiety and distress. She always said to him, what kind of jewellery Yue Juntian gave away today, how much and how precious those jewellery are. Or say to him, what kind of clothes did Murong Huang buy today, and what clothes did he buy …
The longer the time passed, the more unpleasant her words were, and sometimes even to the point where they could not be heard. Jiang Yexue frowned slightly, but because she was his mother, she could only sigh in her heart. He did not relieve her, but as long as he said something to enlighten her, she glared at him and said that he “does not want to be motivated” and “I don’t know how to suffer.”
Over time, Jiang Yexue couldn’t say more.
Later, Mrs. Xie’s jealousy towards Murong Huang became more and more serious, and when Murong Huang was pregnant, her hatred almost distorted her face.
Murong Huang is the royal family and the main room. Everyone is coaxing her by picking stars and moon. The preferential treatment that Mrs. Xie never felt even when she was pregnant with Jiang Yexue.
The servants saw the rudder, and the gap between the two hostess attitudes became more and more clear. Even some little crickets who had been taken care of by Jiang Yexue in the past began to become yin and yang. Mrs. Xie was so hated that she said to Jiang Yexue, “Look, what do you say is to serve others with virtue, what you say is easy to meet, and who do you serve? How is your day safe?”
Although Jiang Yexue felt a little uncomfortable, she insisted that she was not wrong in the way she was born. Wealth is easy, wealthy and easy to ask.
Only gradually, even his father showed his estrangement in order to take care of Murong’s feelings. No one in the whole house except Mr. Song wanted to approach him actively.
Somehow he felt uncomfortable.
It was also in the late spring of that year that Mr. Song was ill and was bedridden. He could not teach him the technique of refining for the time being. Jiang Yexue thought about doing some clever work himself, but he always respected the teacher and could not bear to disturb the sir, so he took these utensils to find other staff members in the house.
What is available is all evasion and resignation.
“Sorry, Ye Xuexue, I still have a lot of business to do today.”
“I’m so sorry Yexue, your husband is not feeling well. I’ll study skills with you after getting better. Are you optimistic?”
“I’m afraid that I can’t teach my son.”
One government asked, but none of them was willing.
Jiang Yexue was holding the wooden mech he had made, and walked down his head in the empty corridor rather lonely. When he was at a loss, he suddenly heard someone calling him behind him.
“Yue Yexue.”
He turned back, still missing the sadness and sadness on his face, but met Murong Chuyi’s face.
His little frown frowned. “What’s your expression?” He walked behind the arch, and looked down at the mech in his arms.
“You did it?”
“Ok.”
Murong Chuyi picked up one of the small leaks and looked at it carefully: “Dongzhu blood crystals are sand, and sandalwood is the body … Is that what you think?”
Jiang Yexue also knew his reputation as a refiner, and said a little embarrassingly, “Yes.”
Murong Chuyi didn’t laugh at him, put down the small leak, and said, “… come to my refining room, I will teach you.”
Jiang Yexue never thought that Murong Chuyi would be willing to call him, and he could not help but widen his eyes and froze.
Murong Chuyi walked forward after speaking, stepped out and saw that he didn’t move, calmly turned back: “Don’t keep up?”
“… Oh, okay, okay …”
The period after that, until Yue Chenqing was born, can be regarded as the most fulfilling and happy period of Jiang Yexue’s life.
Although Murong Chuyi was not much older than him, he was very accomplished in the refining industry and taught him many ways and methods of refining that he had never imagined before.
Between the two of them, Murong Chuyi has always acted his own way. He doesn’t care about other people’s eyes. It doesn’t matter if Jiang Yexue is unpopular. What is his status in this home. And Jiang Yexue has a kind of consolation that is unbelievable in his childhood. No matter what his mother says, he goes to Murong Chuyi’s refining room every day to find him.
For this reason, Mrs. Xie’s words became more and more unpleasant, and her disappointment became increasingly serious, saying that he was “unfilial” and “turning his elbows”, and even felt that Murong Chuyi had sent Murong Huang to separate the mother and son. , Called him a “little bitch.”
On one occasion, after she insulted Murong Chuyi and was stopped by Jiang Yexue, she thundered at him once, and never wanted to ignore him again, refused to listen to any explanation from him, let alone let him return to her. Court residence.
Jiang Yexue had no intention of arguing with his mother, and was unwilling to make a joke about his mother-in-law, so he felt helpless and asked Murong Chuyi whether he could live in his yard first.
Murong Chuyi glanced at the furnishings in the yard——
On the refining table, there is a set of rulers for Jiang Yexue, a stool for which Jiang Yexue often sits, and even some Murong Chuyi do n’t like it at all, and Jiang Yexue ’s usual essay is placed on the desk. .
Murong Chuyi answered coldly: “Do you think you ask me if there is a difference?”
Jiang Yexue: “…”
The two teenagers also have a special leisure time. Murong Chuyi is not so interested in the outside world. He also buys the big bamboo warrior, which is loved by the children on the road, and then lazily reclines on the bamboo couch. Tell Jiang Yexue to come and fight him with two. Fighting, but thinking about some new magical instruments from it, so I draw drawings all night long, often lying on the ground holding the rules and sleeping directly, waking up and then painting.
And almost every time Murong Chuyi fell asleep, Jiang Yexue couldn’t help but look at him more.
How could this person be his uncle?
Obviously so young and so astringent, when lying on the floor holding a pen to sleep, he often accidentally stained the ink stains on the tip of the brush with his face.
So stupid.
On one occasion, Murong Chuyi slept halfway to sleep, about waking up, and woke up stupidly. After half awake, he found Jiang Yexue looking at him, and asked impatiently: “What do you think I do?”
Jiang Yexue’s voice gently surprised him.
He smiled and whispered to him, “I see Xiao Yan, I feel so majestic.”
Murong Chuyi probably didn’t understand his joke at all, or didn’t even listen to what he was talking about, just hummed, his long eyelashes trembled and fell asleep again.
Jiang Yexue remembered that he was watching him at that time, and he had some hidden and terrible impulse, which made him shudder, and even wanted to get away.
At that time, he did not dare to think deeply. If he thought deeply, he would probably feel that he was so sinful, even if he had no blood, even if Murong Chuyi was just an abandoned son picked up by Murong Huang, but his status was here. If he had that kind of thought about Murong Chuyi, how should he be a gentleman?
In this way, many months later, Murong Huang produced.
With the cry of that baby, two people in this prominent family have fallen into **** since then.
One is his mother, Mrs. Xie-because Yuefu ushered in its true orthodoxy, a baby boy born from a sister-in-law, Yue Juntian named him Chen Qing.
Chen Qing, Chen Qing … Murong Huang’s son is bright, which means that the sky is clear and the sun rises. What is her child? A snowy night in the long night, even if it was once again a thousand miles to change the plain, once the sun came out, it was all gone, nothing.
How can she not chill and resent?
And the other person who fell into **** is Murong Chuyi–
Murong Huang died because of dystocia, and he unexpectedly lost the “sister” and “mother” who adopted him and gave him a second life.
He is no longer benevolent.
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