Brother Wen's little padded jacket

On September [-], the Double Ninth Festival, Cangnan Town is filled with the smell of chrysanthemum wine and Double Ninth Cake.

Wen Xingyi fell outside the town, catching a hairpin sideways, and a group of little girls who came back from the autumn tour blushed at the sight of him, and scattered noisily.

He smiled dotingly, pinned the flowers to his chest, and walked home.

Many people greeted him along the way, "Young Master Wen" and "Daoist Wen", and he didn't try to defend himself, but someone called him "Renren Wen", which made him blush.

Elder brother Wen Fulai was struggling to move the wine jar home. He was a few years older than Wen Xingyi, and he was already showing a bit of an old look. When he saw him, he just raised his eyes and said in awkward Mandarin, "You are here, Help." He said and walked in the door.

Wen Xingyi smiled, although his cultivation was mediocre, his body was always better than ordinary people, so he easily entered the room with a big jar in one hand, turned around and found a group of children squatting at the door, sucking their fingers and staring at him .

He was already soft-hearted, and he had no resistance to children, so he took out a box of rice crackers and shared them with them.

The children were so excited that they screamed, one or two rushed to ask for it, and shouted with a smile on their faces, "Eat it, you will become a god! You will live forever!"

"Be like a fairy like Yuanyuan!"

Wen Xingyi smiled and squeezed the child's face, thinking he was his nephew's partner, "What's wrong with Yuanyuan? Is Yuanyuan okay?"

Unexpectedly, a group of children shouted in unison: "Yuanyuan is going to be a fairy! Yuanyuan flew away with the fairy!"

Wen Xingyi's expression changed immediately, he even forgot to appease the wild children, stepped into the room in a hurry, and asked in a slow tone, "Brother, isn't Yuanyuan at home?"

Wen Fulai poured a pot of tea with his back turned to him, and called out in local dialect, "Mother—tell me."

Mrs. Wu came out of the kitchen, wiped her hands, and greeted her warmly, "Xiaocao is back! Why didn't you make a sound?"

Wen Xingyi still put on a smiling face, and asked softly, "Mother, I heard from the children outside that Yuanyuan is not at home, where did he go?"

"Ah," Mrs. Wu stomped her feet, "Thanks to you, Xiaocao, our family moved to the town the year before last, and we sent Yuanyuan to a private school. But Yuanyuan couldn't keep up, and she was bullied! One day fell When we went to the ditch, there was a Taoist priest in white clothes who brought him home, and asked us if we could learn from him! Your father said think about it, and the boss also inquired that it was a good place. Later, yours is very A good friend specially came to pick up Yuanyuan! It turns out that Xiaoxiang is so powerful, why don't you tell your family?"

"Jade Palace?" Wen Xingyi's face turned pale, "Mother, brother, if Yuanyuan really wants to go this way, you can discuss it with me in advance..."

Wen Fulai retorted, "Didn't you mention it?"

Wen Xingyi's smile had all disappeared, and a little melancholy could not be concealed under his worry, "Brother, this road is not so easy..."

"I know, Yuanyuan is not that material, you are that material, are you cutting?"

"...I didn't mean that. It doesn't matter if Yuanyuan really thinks about it. Although I'm not a big shot, it's okay for Yuanyuan to follow me to Lingyun Villa. I can still take care of him." Wen Xingyi's face was full of sincerity, Wen Xingyi Fu Lai kept turning his back to him, "Brother, Jade Palace has just been built for a few years, some people don't follow the right path, this point has been controversial..."

"Okay, it's better than going to your villa to be a doctor! You don't have much money all year round."

Wen Xingyi was taken aback for a moment, but then sneered, speechless.

"Oh, it doesn't matter. We were also afraid of this and that. Xiaoxiang will take good care of Yuanyuan." I bought a lot of things. Such a friend needs to be more frequent, and next time I will take him to my house for dinner!"

Wen Xingyi stopped arguing, since it was a foregone conclusion anyway, he just responded lightly.Seeing Mrs. Wu walking happily between the stoves, after he stopped talking, Wen Fulai also gradually became happy.He thought, well, that's enough.What is there to argue about.

It's just that lying on the hard bed at night and covering the quilt tightly still feels cold.After being drunk, the father and mother quarreled next door again, they probably thought that the brick houses in the town were well insulated, so Wen Xingyi didn't want to hear them, but those words penetrated endlessly into their ears.

"What kind of concubine are you begging for! The youngest is [-] years old and hasn't married yet. She eats other people's women and employs them, and still has the nerve to think about begging for a concubine! You're used to it!"

"You, keep your voice down—he doesn't like Xiaocao, let's introduce him to a little girl, how can he like it..."

"Did you fall in love with the golden tortoise? That's a man! A man!"

"Hush, softly! Softly..."

Sure enough, after being quiet for a while, Old Man Wen coughed, and his voice rolled over the sleepless man's eardrums roughly, "You are just relying on the old villains to be stupid and treat us well. If he knew back then..."

Wen Xingyi slammed his eyes shut, as if a thunder had struck his ears.

it's too cold.

His fingers twitched slightly, and there seemed to be a long-lasting pain in his wrist.

He missed his Qingluo Pavilion, the thick quilt and the familiar smell, the warmth of another person, and the boy in his memory.

But suddenly he remembered that whip from Jade Lady again, which made his skin torn apart, and that contemptuous and cold expression, and asked a piercing sentence from her beautiful lips:

"You too?"

He suddenly let go of his hand, and calmly fell on the cold hard bed, not daring to think about it anymore.

OK OK.Tomorrow morning, I will say goodbye to my family with a smile.

The Yuque Palace was built in a valley. After autumn, the ice is not very cold, and the fallen leaves are fluttering, and the long marble corridors are covered with gold.There are six new disciples in a small courtyard. Every day before dawn, Wen Chongyuan gets up to fetch water, wash his face, read a book and do exercises.

He has been in the school for about a month, he has never been good at communicating with people, and he feels that he has no strengths but can learn from Xiangyi.

After two teenagers in the same courtyard practiced their swords shoulder to shoulder, one of the taller ones suddenly stopped him, "Hey."

Wen Chongyuan panicked, surprised and delighted, and tried to straighten his back, "Hello, my name is Wen Chongyuan."

"Wen? Wen, Zhong, Yuan? What a bad name!"

Wen Chongyuan didn't expect there to be such a person in Yuque Palace, and he retorted in a low voice, "It was the Second Palace Master who started it!"

"What's wrong with the second palace lord? The second palace lord is good in everything, but his eyes are not good!" The boy thrust his sword into the ground angrily, "I'll just say, your surname is Wen? That Yaoshi Wen is Who are you? I just can't figure it out, what is there for the Second Palace Master to remember about that bastard who ungrateful for profit and ran away before the battle!"

The other short man was scared out of his wits, "Wang Zheng! Be careful what you say! Even Miss Yu dare not mention Wen Medicine Master!"

Wen Chongyuan finally broke out the emotions that had been suppressed for several days, and pointed to his nose and asked, "Why do you say that?! He is not this kind of person!"

Wang Zheng snorted coldly, "What do you know? Now that Yuque Palace is well-developed and everyone is jealous, you were still breastfeeding when you were besieged by those 'decent people' a few years ago! The Palace Mistress was seriously injured, this kind of person—"

"Wang Zheng! Shut up!" Another young man was not tall, but strong, he covered Wang Zheng's mouth and dragged him into the room.

Wen Zhong was full of grievances and had no place to vent his grievances, he opened his mouth but couldn't speak, and suddenly tasted something salty dripping down his mouth, only to realize that he was crying.

He raised his hand to wipe, but he wiped more and more, and gradually he couldn't even breathe, and he couldn't stand up.

There are a few sweet-scented osmanthus trees planted in the yard, which are fragrant.He squatted down, tears wet the fallen flowers on the ground, remembering the osmanthus cake that Wen Xingyi brought him to eat every autumn.

He is just a country bumpkin who has never seen the world, and he should be looked down upon.But Wen Xingyi is the most promising person in their family's ancestors, and he is also the best person he has ever met in his life, how could he know that even so, others still look down on him.

"You... are you okay?"

After being patted on the back, Wen Chongyuan finally caught his breath, his face flushed red.

The boy did not flick his tears lightly. The young man was actually a little disdainful, but he still comforted him, "Don't cry, Wang Zheng is just like this. He has always worshiped the Second Palace Master since he was a child, and he has been begging and begging for nothing for the Second Palace Master for a long time." I didn’t confiscate him because I was jealous of you. Don’t take it to heart.”

Wen Chongyuan wiped away his tears and stood up, raised his head, "Why does he say that? I haven't seen it before, and he was still young at that time, so he didn't. He didn't know Xiaocao at all. Brother, why did he say that..."

"Okay, okay, I will tell him. But I advise you, don't complain to the second palace lord. If you really go to the second palace lord, Wang Zheng has no good fruit to eat, but the second palace lord It must be more uncomfortable!"

Wen Zhongyuan nodded, "Then you tell him, Brother Xiaocao is a nice person, he is really not that kind of person."

"Okay, okay." The young man helped him up, and was about to leave, but turned back, scratched his cheek with his fingers, and asked him hesitantly, "Are you... familiar with Yaoshi Wen?"

Wen Chongyuan was a little scared, but nodded honestly.

"Oh, then, the next time you see him, please persuade him. No matter what he did back then, you can see that the second palace lord is like this, and you don't blame him at all. You persuade him to come and confess to the second palace lord , the two reconciled as before, wouldn't it be better?"

Wen Zhongyuan nodded like a dream, and wiped his face with his hand, hope was ignited in his heart.