The origin of the magic way of magpie stepping on the branch

Chapter 257

Xiaohua's arms were separated by the quilt, and her hands tightly hugged Donghuang Wujue's waist. As she cried, Xiaohua's body was trembling.

Infected by Xiao Hua's emotions, Donghuang Wu Jue slowly opened his eyes, glanced around the room, and then fell on the girl holding him. Looking at Xiao Hua's loose bun, Dong Huang Wu Jue felt her body. Trembling, didn't say anything, but didn't know what to say.Only one hand gently covered the top of her head.

This palm is extremely cold.

In this early summer season, Xiao Hua instantly felt that she was in an ice cellar.

Seeing the tears in Xiaohua's eyes, Donghuang Wujue also shed big tears unconsciously.

Under the bright moonlight, the two rooms in the Donghuang Mansion were filled with the same sadness.

Shi Chunfeng sat on the bed with a blank face and dull eyes, hugging his knees, looking at the bright moon outside the window...

Her heart hurts, but she doesn't know why it hurts.

It's like forgetting a very important thing, like forgetting a very important person...

In such a deep night, there are still people in the brothel who haven't slept peacefully.

Outside the room on the top floor, the guards were too frightened to breathe when they heard the sound of furniture and ornaments being smashed from the room.

Hearing that voice, Fu Yu couldn't help frowning, "Which batch is this?" He asked in a low voice.

The guard who was questioned hurriedly bent down and bowed, and whispered back: "Master, it's the sixth batch."

"It can be smashed like this?" Fu Yu raised her eyebrows lightly when she heard the words, glanced at the closed door, and said, "Please take care of me." Then she went downstairs to rest.

While going down the stairs, Fu Yu listened to the crisp sound in the room, and thought that all this was just the beginning.

After many years, I didn't expect that such a thing would happen to Jiang Nan again.

Fu Yu only felt a pain in the center of his brow, this is robbery!

indoor.

Tired of smashing things, Jiang Nan sat casually among a piece of broken porcelain.

The porcelain fragments were finely shattered, leaving small wounds on his body in an instant, but he didn't care at all.

Anyway, these skin injuries are not even a ten thousandth of the pain he suffered.

After all, he was tired. Jiang Nan'an sat on the ground, and within a few moments, he leaned against the wall and fell asleep.

In order to find Shi Chunfeng, he hadn't had a good night's sleep for several months. For such a big man, he was supported by his concern for Shi Chunfeng.

But now, he doesn't have to look for it anymore...

Drowsy and falling into a dream, Jiangnan returned to his childhood.

He is a native of Guiyu country, a rather shady illegitimate child, born in a brothel in Chuguan, and grew up in the bitter cold of the countryside.

His father, once a well-known literati, fell in love with his mother in a brothel, which is a good story about a gifted scholar and a beautiful lady.

However, all this is not worth mentioning in front of his father's bright future.

For his own future, this man abandoned his wife and son.

For the sake of prosperity and wealth, this woman returned to her old job and recommended herself to a wealthy businessman.

The relationship between these two people is as easy to put in and out as if they are acting on the occasion, for the sake of their respective futures, they are very able to let go.

However, there was one person who couldn't let go.

The south bank of the river cannot be let go.

However, no one cares whether he can't let go.

His father, who was teaching him how to read and write one second, no longer knew him the next.

One moment his mother was gently mending his clothes, and the next moment she was someone else's beautiful lady, hugging a greasy old man, smiling sweetly.

Such a living person, such a biological flesh and blood who has been loved by them for ten years, none of these two noble people with a bright future and wealth and glory want to care about them.

Even if, for such a child to grow up without worrying about food and clothing, they only need a few casual words.

They also...don't want to say...

One second they were their own parents, and the next they were someone else's parents.

Jiang Nan'an is just a ten-year-old baby, how can he know the twists and turns involved?
He only remembered that that day was the first rain in summer, which was very heavy and scary.

When raindrops hit a person, it is very painful.

Two luxurious carriages drove out from a long-standing courtyard, one with his father and the other with his mother.

He cried desperately and followed the two carriages.

On the bumpy and muddy road, mixed with tears from the south bank of the river, "Dad! Dad!" He ran desperately and caught up with a carriage. He frantically patted the carriage made of Chinese wood, but——

The man in the car was as motionless as a mountain, the cold wind lifted the curtains, Jiang Nan could only see frost and coldness on his once warm face.

He was afraid and went to find his mother again.

When he put his hand on the car window, his mother pricked his hand with a needle without hesitation...

This is the needle that mended his clothes the day before, and this is the hand that touched his forehead the day before.

How could this be?
He once followed them all the way to the inn where they were staying, but they pretended not to know him, and asked the servants to beat him out with sticks, preferably to death.

However, he was determined and did not die.

Amidst the lightning and thunder, he finally understood the meaning of what the man and woman said the day before.

"I'll give you the oil bottle."

"I don't want to, drag me down."

"I don't want it either, whoever wants it will go."

What was once the crystallization of love is now a rock blocking the road. Both of them wish he would die immediately, but neither wants to be the villain with blood-stained hands.

They are competing to see who can't bear it first, and will kill this bloody flesh and blood with a stick.

Driven by interests, when Jiang Nan returned to the village, one or two of the once friendly neighbors pretended not to know him.

They scrambled to search for the belongings of the dilapidated hut.

Remember what dad said?

"When did I have such a son? I don't remember."

Remember what mother said?

"The servant seems to have forgotten."

Remember what the neighbors said?

"We don't remember having you as a neighbor."

do not remember?forgotten?
When Jiang Nan's pain was washed with blood, when they knelt down and begged for mercy, when they cried for forgiveness and expressed their affection.

Jiang Nan... also... don't remember.

For him, forgetting is more intolerable than betrayal.

So he won't forgive Shi Chunfeng, no matter why she forgot him, she won't forgive.

Don't persuade others to be kind without others suffering.

It was Jiang Nan who was abandoned in the summer rain and forgotten by the world, not anyone else, so no one had the right to persuade him to let go.

Knowing this, when Donghuang Wujue stood in front of the south bank of the river, he was ashamed to say even an apology, let alone words of persuasion.

Donghuangwujue is the tip of Gu Zhichuan's heart, and the brothel is the property under Gu Zhichuan's name. If she wants to come in, no one has the right to stop her. subtle.

With a light cough, Jiang Nan was supported by the guard beside him, kicked off the shoe in the guard's hand, and walked barefoot in front of Shi Chunfeng.

Every time he took two steps, he always coughed a few times. His thin body was covered by a wide robe, like catkins drifting in the wind, like catkins in the bright blue sky.

Walking in front of Shi Chunfeng, Jiang Nan stood still, his eyes pale, and he was silent.

(End of this chapter)