After wearing it back, I have no feeling for Lao Gong

In Ming Lian's memory, his stepmother Nie Xun treated him indifferently, occasionally restraining Ming Ming who wanted to bully him.

The relationship between the two has always been smooth.

Minglian has met many people in the book before, everyone has different faces, and there are thousands of thoughts hidden under each face.

This Nie Xun is completely different from what he remembered. What he thought was plain before now seems to be just whitewashing.

It's also because he was stupid and sweet before, and didn't see the malice hidden deep in the other party.

And the last sentence of the other party made Ming Lian smell something wrong.

I don't know how to die.

Didn't the mother die of illness?

For a person who died of illness, no matter what, you shouldn't say such a thing.

Minglian continued to listen calmly, but then Nie Xun started calling and asked friends to go to the beauty salon together.

It's all worthless information.

Minglian thought for a while, then retreated into the room.

After quietly closing the door and returning to the room, Minglian lost sleepiness.

Everyone in this world is strange to him, and the previous faces have been subverted one by one, making him more and more ignorant.

Minglian sighed, "So stupid."

Thoughts drifted all over the place, and finally Minglian slowly closed his eyes.

Minglian had a dream.

He dreamed of when he was a child, when he was still a little dumpling, he didn't even know how to walk, so he could only be hugged in his arms.

He saw the woman holding him, wearing a beautiful sapphire necklace around her neck.

The drop-shaped necklace is exquisitely designed, and the sapphires on the face sparkle in the sun.The woman hummed a little tune softly, and patted his back with one hand.

Minglian somehow knew that this was his deceased mother.

He wanted to look up, but in his dream he could only see the sapphire necklace on the woman's neck and a strand of slightly curly brown hair.

"My Niannian, mom doesn't expect you to be great in the future, as long as you are happy." The gentle lullaby stopped, and the woman smiled gently.

Minglian opened his eyes suddenly, and what he saw was the white ceiling.

The dream is too real, as if it is the past that has been experienced but forgotten later.

He took out his phone and looked at it. It turned out that he had also slept for more than an hour.

He came out of the room with his slippers on, and before he reached the living room, he heard the TV playing loudly and someone talking.

"Dad, the new Lambo is pretty good, I think... Minglian?!" Minglang looked at Minglian who came out of it in shock, "Why are you here?"

Ming Yanghui hastily turned his head, seeing that he was really the eldest son, the smile on his face suddenly turned a little more benevolent, and he happily called out Minglian's nickname, "Niannian is back."

Minglian cast a sidelong glance at Minglang, "Why am I here? Why can't I be at my house? No elementary school student would ask this kind of question, right?"

Minglang suddenly stood up from his seat, "Minglian, don't be cynical here."

Ming Lian sat down on the sofa, stopped looking at him, and cast his eyes on Ming Yanghui, "Old man, can't I come back?"

Calling the old man's title, but in fact Ming Yanghui doesn't look old.

When Minglian was a student, he was chased several streets to deliver love letters, which shows that his appearance is not ordinary.As a father, Ming Yanghui is of course handsome.

But his handsomeness is the kind of elegant handsomeness, in his early fifties, he is usually well maintained, and he has no troubles. When he goes out and says that he is forty, there are many people who believe him.

"Of course not!" Ming Yanghui said without thinking, "This is your home, you can stay as long as you want."

Minglian smiled and rolled his eyes, "Alright, I'll eat here tonight."

Ming Yanghui happily agreed, and at the same time called Aunt Wang to ask her to add more food tonight.

"That's great." Aunt Wang responded.

Minglian suddenly looked over, and narrowed his peach blossom eyes that were curled up inside and out.

The eyes are cold and condensed.

He has been in the book for nearly seven years, and some people's voices have been forgotten, and they don't match the numbers.

This voice was clearly the one who spoke to Nie Xun just now.

That was Aunt Wang just now, the Aunt Wang who was always smiling in his memory.

It's good to pretend.

Aunt Wang met Minglian's eyes without any notice, and her heart beat wildly in shock.

Those eyes were indifferent and dark, as if they could pierce through all disguises, picking out the filth buried underneath like a sword's edge.

Aunt Wang reluctantly pulled the corner of her mouth, "What would the young master want to eat tonight?"

Minglian leaned back on the soft chair, his posture relaxed, as if the glance just now was just an illusion, "You can eat seafood or mutton."

"Minglian, you're deliberately trying to find me unhappy, right!" Minglang couldn't help it.

What's the matter with this guy Minglian, he always picks and eats things he is allergic to.

How come I haven't seen you for a few days, and it has become even more annoying!

"What intentional?" Ming Lian turned to look at Ming Yang Hui, "Old man, what did he say?"

Looking at those peach blossom eyes that were exactly the same as those of his dead wife except for the color of his eyes, Ming Yanghui was slightly lost in thought, "Xiao Lang, he is your brother, don't yell at him."

"Dad! He's not my brother!" Ming Lang said angrily.

Minglian had a half-smile, "That's right, my brother doesn't know how to ask mentally retarded questions that even primary school students don't bother to ask."

Minglang was also furious, and said without hesitation, "I'm mentally retarded, it's better than you chasing after Jiang Jiao! Do you know how people from other aristocratic families laugh at you? They say you have no skin and no face, that you are cheap... ..."

"Qinglang!!" Ming Yanghui's face darkened immediately, "He is your brother, but even if the person in front of you is not your brother, what is shameless, what is cheap, can you say these words casually, what about your upbringing? "

Mingming's face changed drastically, "Dad, do you think I'm immature?"

Minglian tilted his head, "It seems that whether it's mentally retarded or uneducated, you said it yourself, after all, ordinary people really can't say that."

Ming Lang's neck was flushed red with anger, a pair of slender eyes exactly like Nie Xun's were staring round, almost burning inside.

Ming Lian poked at his sore spot, "Don't stare, you are born with squinted eyes, no matter how wide your eyes are, that's the way it is."

Mingming looked left and right, and then remembered that his mother went to have a beauty treatment.

not at home.

No foreign aid was found, Minglang couldn't stay any longer, he was thumping, wishing he could poke a few holes in the floor.

Minglian hooked the corner of his mouth.

"Hey, you two brothers..." Ming Yanghui sighed.

Minglian raised his eyebrows slightly, "Come on, old man, didn't you hear him just now? He doesn't recognize me as a brother, and I don't treat him as a brother."

Ming Yanghui sighed again and didn't mention this matter anymore.

Minglian looked across the living room and landed on the kitchen side, but did not see Aunt Wang, presumably she was busy in the kitchen.

Getting up from the sofa, Ming Lian changed seats and sat next to Ming Yang Hui.

Ming Yanghui was taken aback for a moment, and then he was flattered.

The eldest son had his own ideas since he was a child. After he ran away from home in junior high school, the relationship between father and son went from bad to worse.

The most recent time for things like going home for dinner was half a year ago.

"Old man, let me ask you a question." Ming Lian lowered his voice, "My mother didn't die because of illness, did she?"

Ming Yanghui was startled.

The expression on Minglian's face slowly softened, "I'm already 23 this year, how long do you want to lie to me?"

Ming Yanghui stared blankly at Minglian, his back suddenly bent, "She left in a car accident, and you were only three years old when she left."

Minglian twitched his lips, "A lie has deceived me for more than 20 years."

Ming Yanghui lowered his head, "When you were five years old, I married your auntie. Your auntie said that a five-year-old child can't remember anything, and wanted to raise you as her own child, saying that it would be good for you to grow up. But you I probably don't like your Aunt Nie by nature, she keeps crying and won't let her hug you."

Of course, she didn't take it as her real mother in name.

Minglian thought about it, but he couldn't remember clearly, but he vaguely remembered that he had been crying for a while.

"Then why is it called a death?" Minglian asked.

Ming Yanghui: "After your Auntie Nie came in, you kept asking where your mother was. You wanted to tell you, but you were so curious at that age, you had to ask everything. Auntie Nie couldn't explain clearly, so she said died of illness."

During that time, he was busy, his career was on the rise, and he had no time to take care of his children.

So this mistake has been wrong for so many years.

It's not that Ming Yanghui didn't think about telling Minglian later, but the relationship between the eldest son and him was always good and jet lagged, and he was afraid that even the good times would be gone after he told him.

Minglian leaned back on the sofa, and there was no expression on that overly bright face.

A person's temperament will change, and Minglian's experience also settles down after going through a book.

In the book, the protagonist Shou used to be an emperor, and the other party fell in love with his brain, and all he wanted to do was kneel down and lick the scum, weigh courtiers and so on, all came from him.

The current Minglian doesn't simply think that the woman Nie Xun is really just too lazy to explain, so she casually said "died of illness".

She clearly said: Both mother and son are easy to be manipulated in the palm of your hand, maybe in the end, Minglian will end up like his mother.

But the old man said that his mother died in a car accident. If the car accident was an accident, Nie Xun's words were not logically correct.

He is late in remembering things, and he really started to remember things after he was six years old, and he doesn't remember many things before.

Ming Lian's eyes are dark and unclear.

He has a guess.

After Ming Yanghui finished speaking, he also fell silent. He originally lowered his head, but when he saw that the eldest son beside him hadn't spoken for a long time, he couldn't help but look up.

Ming Yanghui didn't recover from this look for a long time.

Obviously the eldest son had no expression on his face, but it shocked him for no reason, his aura was unspeakably strong, and it seemed that all the dark and deep emotions were settled in those peach blossom eyes.

"Old man, where did you go at noon?" Minglian asked suddenly.

Ming Yanghui thought that the eldest son was concerned about him, so he answered happily, "Play golf with your Uncle Gao in the morning, and have lunch by the way."

And look carefully, the eldest son is still the eldest son, so there is no intimidating aura.

Minglian flipped through his memory, "Uncle Gao is Gao Kangsheng?"

Ming Yanghui nodded, and then patted the elder son on the shoulder, "It's not big or small, Uncle Gao has hugged you before."

Ming Lian didn't care. Although this Uncle Gao was his father's friend, he could count the number of times he met him with a slap.

The phone vibrated suddenly, Ming Lian took out the phone naturally, at this glance, the corners of his slightly curved mouth were flattened.

【Husband: I bought a bouquet of white chrysanthemums】

Ming Yanghui was sitting next to Minglian, his eyes swept to the top after the note [husband], and he couldn't help but look down.

"Jiang Jiao is fine." Ming Yanghui laughed cheerfully.

Minglian: "I suddenly remembered something, I'm not staying here tonight, I don't need to cook my meal."

Ming Yanghui was stunned for a moment, but thought that Minglian was going on a date with Jiang Jiao, so he patted Minglian's shoulder understandingly.

"It's not easy for lovers to get married in this world, go and live a good life." Ming Yanghui said with emotion.

Minglian's cell phone rang.

Caller: Husband.

In front of Ming Yanghui, Minglian turned back the call and just hung up.

The author has something to say: Jiang Jiao: My wife doesn't answer my phone calls.

Tie Zhu: You will soon have no wife :)

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In the previous book, Ning Ning was weak, but in this book, besides having children, he probably knows everything, including dog training (emphasis added)