The mistress died of overwork, and after rebirth, she was bad at raising her cubs

Shen Qinglan looked at Huo Junyan who was squatting on the ground. His body was covered with a layer of mist. She didn't know how long this guy had been standing there.

She sighed, took off her outer garment, covered Huo Junyan with it, then stretched out her hand to him and said:

"Get up and go in and talk."

Huo Junyan looked at the slender, jade-like, white hand in front of him in a daze.

The palm looked soft and boneless, with slender fingers, but... it seemed to have a warmth that could warm people's hearts.

Huo Junyan subconsciously reached out and held it.

The moment Shen Qinglan wrapped his hand around his, Huo Junyan's heart began beating wildly.

Sure enough, it’s just as warm as I imagined!

It’s like... mother.

Huo Junyan was eight years old, naturally older than Huo Junyu and Huo Jingyi. So while his two younger siblings didn't remember what their mother looked like, he did.

Mother... is very gentle and always holds his hand affectionately.

At that time, Huo Junyan felt that holding his mother's hand was like holding the whole world.

Later, my mother died.

Before she died, my mother's hands were no longer warm, but ice-cold palms.

He wanted to try hard to warm his mother's hands, but... it seemed like he couldn't warm his mother's hands no matter what.

I still remember the tears of my mother sliding down her cheeks, but she still gently held his hand and wrapped his hand with the hands of his brothers and sisters together, and she said:

"Yan'er, from now on, you are the eldest brother and the only support for your younger brothers and sisters."

Huo Junyan didn’t understand why he became the support of his younger brothers and sisters?

Don’t you still have a daddy?

But my mother didn't say anything more, she just closed her eyes forever.

Huo Junyan felt a little dazed as he looked at Shen Qinglan holding his hand.

How long has it been since I was held by such warm hands?

Although Sister Xie is gentle, I always feel that there seems to be a hint of inexplicable alienation in her gentleness. Maybe it’s because of the rules, or maybe it’s something else, anyway, Sister Xie is unlikely to hold his hand.

My grandparents also loved them, but their hands were rough and completely different from the hands of my mother in my memory.

As for daddy… he always has a stern face and is so majestic that no one dares to get close to him.

Huo Junyan was led by Shen Qinglan to the flower hall. All the way, he seemed to be in a trance as he looked at his hand held by Shen Qinglan, with a lot of thoughts in his mind.

It was not until his hand was released and a cup of warm tea was stuffed into his palm that Huo Junyan looked up in surprise.

After Shen Qinglan pushed Huo Junyan to sit on the chair, he spoke:

"Although it's past the beginning of spring, it's still cold. Aren't you afraid of catching a cold standing outside alone? Hurry up and drink some hot tea to warm yourself up."

Shen Qinglan's voice carried a hint of irresistible force, but Huo Junyan did not refute and obediently drank a sip of hot tea.

Sure enough, the warm tea flowed down the throat into the stomach, and every part of my body seemed to be moisturized.

"Thank you, mother." Huo Junyan looked up at Shen Qinglan and spoke sincerely.

Shen Qinglan looked at the young boy in front of her. He was not even as tall as her shoulders, but he sat there very steadily, like a little adult.

Shen Qinglan suddenly felt guilty. Looking at Huo Junyan, a trace of pity flashed in his eyes. He suddenly asked:

"Yan Ge'er, do you think that your mother is putting too much pressure on you by leaving the matter of the color screen to an eight-year-old child like you?"

Shen Qinglan originally believed that jade could not be made into a useful object without being carved.

Huo Junyan is naturally talented and should be honed.

but……

She seemed to have forgotten that Huo Junyan was only eight years old.

Isn't it too harsh to ask an eight-year-old child to bear such a heavy responsibility?

especially……

Just now, when she saw Huo Junyan squatting outside alone, he looked so pitiful, as if he was abandoned by the whole world. She couldn't help but feel a little distressed.

When Huo Junyan heard Shen Qinglan's words, he looked at Shen Qinglan with some surprise.

Shen Qinglan's concern was like a sudden blow to his fragile heart.

Her eyes suddenly turned red, but she turned her face away stubbornly, holding back her tears, and said with a slightly trembling voice:

"No, it's not difficult."

Shen Qinglan looked at the stubborn little fellow, finally sighed, and said softly:

"I'm sorry, Yan'er. It's my fault. I seem to have forgotten that you are only eight years old. Perhaps I shouldn't put all this pressure on you so early. You should be like Yu'er and Yi'er."

You can be willful when you should be willful, and you can make trouble when you should make trouble.

Instead of insisting on being the eldest brother and being forced to mature.

Shen Qinglan's words instantly broke down Huo Junyan's defenses. Tears started to fall from his eyes, but he remained silent.

Shen Qinglan stepped forward, walked up to Huo Junyan, stretched out her index finger, carefully wiped away the tears on his face, sighed, and took him into her arms.

Huo Junyan felt the warmth from Shen Qinglan's body and pursed her lips. Her tears did not stop, but she did not push him away.

He hadn't felt this kind of tenderness for a long time.

Mother, please let Yan'er be willful for once... Huo Junyan swore silently in his heart.

Not to mention Shen Qinglan, even Shuyu, who didn't like Huo Junyan at the beginning, felt very uncomfortable.

To be honest, Huo Junyan looked so pitiful at this moment, like an abandoned puppy, making it hard for people to bear to blame him for anything.

Shuyu was just taking out a handkerchief and was about to hand it forward when her neck was lifted up.

Eh?

Before Shuyu could react, he was dragged out of the hall.

Shuyu was still a little confused when she was pulled out of the flower hall.

When she turned around, she saw Shu Wen holding a sword in one hand and holding her collar with the other, as if he was holding a chicken. Her face immediately turned dark.

She desperately turned her head and waved her arms quickly, struggling to slap Shuwen's hand away, then turned around and said angrily:

"Why are you pulling me? Didn't you see the eldest master crying? Don't we have to serve him, hand him a handkerchief or something?"

Shu Wen heard this, chuckled, held the sword in his arms again, glanced at Shu Yu and said:

"If you are not afraid of death, then go and serve."

"what?"

No, what does this have to do with life or death?

Shuwen looked at Shuyu with a puzzled expression, looked away with disdain, leaned against the pillar outside, closed his eyes, and said:

"The eldest master is not good at showing his true feelings in front of others. Just now, because of our young lady's concern, he couldn't help showing his soft side and cried, but..."

"But what?"

Shuwen opened his eyes, turned his head to look at Shuyu, and said with a slight smile:

"Do you know what this kind of person is best at?"

"What are you good at?"

"You hold a grudge, silly girl."

After Shuwen finished speaking, he retracted his head and looked up at the moon in the sky.

She knows people like Huo Junyan too well.

You never know when you might offend him.

You will never know what kind of thing will make him remember you for the rest of his life.

You also don’t know...whether he will suddenly decide to eliminate you because of this incident.

But it was obvious that Huo Junyan would not want to be seen by the maids like him crying helplessly...

If Huo Junyan knew that this embarrassing scene of his was seen by others, who knows if that kind of person would always remember it.

Will you wait until the time is right, or wait until he grows up and kills you?