Vicious female supporting role, gender male

On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the Second Young Master was sitting on a rattan chair in the courtyard to enjoy the cool air. He was expressionless, his limbs were tense, and he was wearing a bamboo-blue dress. The clothes were baggy, exposing most of his collarbone.

On his left stood a maid who was fanning him, and on his right was a low table with three moon cakes and some snacks on it.

The moon is already in the sky, but no one cares about him. The Mid-Autumn Festival is clearly a day for family reunion, but he is inseparable. The only thing that makes him feel festive is the three mooncakes, but he has nothing to eat interest.

One month and ten days ago, his father found out about his cutting off his sleeve for some reason, and his father immediately arranged for him to get married, but he repeatedly refused. His father was furious and gave him an ultimatum. Tomorrow is the deadline up.

He has confirmed that he cannot have love for a woman, so he is determined not to be able to marry a wife and have children as his father wished.

He was going to kneel down to his father tomorrow so that his father would allow him not to marry a wife and have children.

His father has always loved him dearly, so even if he is unhappy, he will reluctantly agree?

Thinking of this, he finally felt better, so he picked up a moon cake and took a bite.

This mooncake is filled with red bean paste, not too sweet.

He likes dim sum, so after eating this moon cake, his expression immediately relaxes and his spirit relaxes.

He Fang was about to eat the second one, but he stretched out his hand halfway, but took it back again.

These three mooncakes were specially reserved by him from a mooncake shop in the capital. If they hadn't been ordered three months in advance, they would definitely not be able to get them.

When he got the mooncakes early this morning, he was very excited, hoping to please his father with these mooncakes, but unless there is something urgent, his father who spends the Mid-Autumn Festival with him every year has never shown himself in front of his eyes today.

His wish came to nothing, not only his father, but even his mother refused to see him.

He looked up and looked at the full moon hanging in the sky, and suddenly felt a bitter taste in his mouth.

The mooncake he ate just now was clearly filled with red bean paste, why did it taste bitter?

He retreated from the maid and sat alone on the rattan chair, from Xu time to Zi time, he finally cleaned up all the food bit by bit.

From the beginning to the end, his surroundings were quiet, giving him the illusion that he was the only one in this vast world.

——No, he is indeed the only one in this vast world, otherwise why no one pays attention to him?

He caressed his swollen belly, which was full of his favorite foods—bean paste mooncakes, coconut mooncakes, five-nut mooncakes, chestnut cakes, mung bean cakes, coconut milk sago cakes, crabmeat and shrimp dumplings and Sticky Rice Chicken.

Among them, the crab meat and shrimp dumplings and the glutinous rice chicken were completely cold, and the taste was unspeakable, not as good as the warm taste he usually eats.

He ordered people to prepare a lot of food, which was originally intended to be used with his father and mother.

Unfortunately, all of these fell into his stomach alone.

He took the Mingqian Longjing to drink, and the Mingqian Longjing was already completely cold, as soon as it gushed down his throat, he shivered instinctively.

So cold, so cold, so cold...

Daddy, I'm so cold...

Mom, I'm so cold...

He huddled himself into a ball and squeezed into the wicker chair, looking as if he had been abandoned.

Suddenly, his lower abdomen started to hurt, and the pain caused him to burst out a layer of cold sweat.

It was clearly Mid-Autumn Festival, but he always felt that the breath he exhaled was in vain—like midwinter.

Immediately afterwards, his lower abdomen twitched again, and he turned sideways abruptly, vomiting out.

The vomiting was not enough, and he rolled on the ground again in pain.

In the lonely night, he could only hear his own voice, how he was struggling, how he was panting, and how he was vomiting... He didn't even have the strength to call for help, and the vomit seemed to be stuck in his throat , he had to wait for his condition to improve.

I don't know how long it took, but the pain didn't ease, and his stomach was empty, he vomited out the snacks he ate earlier, at the end, he could only vomit some sour water.

His throat was so painful that it was almost burning, but no one paid any attention to him.

He opened his mouth, his throat seemed to be torn, and he tried his best to make a sound, but the sound was terribly small and rough.

Not to mention father and mother, even the servants in the mansion couldn't hear it.

——Or someone has heard it, but no one cares about his life or death.

Negative emotions immediately surrounded him, and he passed out in despair.

On the second day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, he woke up from his own vomit, and when he opened his eyes, he knew that the sky was about to dawn.

He struggled to stand up, looking at the last bit of the full moon.

After a while, the full moon passed away, and the golden crow was in the sky. Finally, a servant found him and helped him up.

The feeling of coming back from the dead made him almost cry, he is not the only one left in this world.

The servant helped him into the bedroom and put him on the bed. After he lay down, he ordered the servant to go to the doctor, and then he waited for the doctor to come and treat him.

His throat still hurts badly, but as long as he takes a soup, he will be back to normal.

But the doctor did not show up for a long time, and it was his father who showed up about an hour and a half later.

He was aggrieved and coquettishly said to his father: "Daddy, why did you come to visit me so late? The Mid-Autumn Festival has already passed."

But the father said with a cold face: "Father has already selected a lady from a great family for you, how do you think about it?"

"I..." He tried to shake his father's hand, but his father avoided him.

The father asked again: "How do you think about it?"

"I... Daddy, I can't marry a wife and have children..." He tried hard to let his father understand himself, "I'm a broken sleeve, and I can't touch women. If I marry a wife, I can't have sex with her, so I'm not just a disaster Killed her? Made her an innocent widow."

His father's face became more and more cold and hard, his father stared at him, and after a while, he walked away.

At this point, his father stopped paying attention to him, and his father's love for him for many years was like smoke.

One day, he heard that his father was drinking and having fun by the lake, so he hurried away.

When his father saw him, his expression immediately turned cold, and he snorted softly.

Without hesitation, he knelt down and begged his father for forgiveness.

But the father sternly said: "If you can't marry a wife and have children, then a father should not have a son like you!"

"I..." He turned pale and was kicked away by his father.

The father said disgustedly: "Don't disturb my elegant mood."

—the father no longer calls himself father to him.

——Father doesn't want him anymore.

He hugged his father's feet in fear, but his father kicked him out again.

He rolled to the bank of the river, his whole body hurting, and he was about to get up, but his father pressed on with every step.

Father pointed to the bottomless lake and said, "Heaven and earth are yin and yang, if you want to confuse yin and yang, what are you doing alive?"

Later, he didn't know what he said or what his father said. He only knew that he sank into the lake, which was freezing cold, and then he died.

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Jiang Wuqi glanced at the bright moon in the sky, then lowered his head to read his own "Tong Xuan Zhen Jing".

Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, but the Mid-Autumn Festival does not mean much to him.

His parents are dead, so there is no one he can reunite with.

Moreover, his parents have always disliked him. When he was young, he disliked his lack of childlike innocence;

The remaining children of the parents are sweeter than him and can make people happy.

He had learned to be like them, saying some beautiful words, but when the same words came out of his mouth, it was indescribably embarrassing and hypocritical.

Then, he gave up.

He turned over a page of "Tong Xuan Zhen Jing", and there was a knock on the door of the room, and it was his senior brother who knocked on the door.

The senior brother brought a plate with two moon cakes in it.

He thought that his senior brother wanted to eat mooncakes with him, so he closed the "Tong Xuan Zhen Jing" immediately, but his senior brother put the plate on the table and said with a smile: "These two mooncakes are for you to eat." Come on, Wuqi."

He is not good at words, although he wanted to eat with his senior brother, but he didn't know how to speak, so he just said: "Thank you senior brother."

The senior brother didn't stay long, and after receiving Jiang Wuqi's thanks, he turned and left without any delay.

He glanced at the closed door, took a bite of the mooncake, but there was no taste in his mouth.

He is a Taoist priest who has become a monk and cannot eat meat, so it is because the mooncakes do not have lard, so they are tasteless?

Yes, it must be as he expected, the crux is the lard.

After that, no one knocked on his door again.

Year after year, the Mid-Autumn Festival is no different from ordinary days for him. He will eat a mooncake if there is one, or there is no mooncake.

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When Feng Rugui and Jiang Wuqi spent the first Mid-Autumn Festival together, the two had already connected with each other.

Early on the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Feng Rugui took Jiang Wuqi to the street to buy a lot of mooncakes and snacks.

He was looking forward to the full moon, and the full moon could be seen in his eyes, so he happily hugged Jiang Wuqi and said, "Wuqi, look, the moon is so full today."

—He looked as if he had never seen a full moon.

Jiang Wuqi let Feng Rugui hug him, kissed Feng Rugui's brow again, and said softly, "Rugui, do you want to try this mooncake?"

When Feng Rugui heard the words, he lifted Jiang Wuqi's lapel with his index finger, caressed the texture of Jiang Wuqi's lapel lightly, stared at Jiang Wuqi, and smiled maliciously: "I want to taste it first." Taste your taste."

"If you want to taste it, just try it. Wherever you want to say it, you can say it from where." Jiang Wuqi's words fell, and Feng Rugui untied the belt around his waist.

Feng Rugui got up, pulled Jiang Wuqi back into the room, and then pressed it on the bed, peeled off Jiang Wuqi's clothes inch by inch, and tasted Jiang Wuqi's skin inch by inch.

Jiang Wuqi's taste made him linger and forget to return, Feng Rugui was reluctant to let go, and Jiang Wuqi turned against him, so he was forced to let Jiang Wuqi go.

He lay on Jiang Wuqi's body, Jiang Wuqi's hands wrapped around his lower back, his lips and tongue were completely occupied by Jiang Wuqi.

He was so weak that he couldn't do anything to Jiang Wuqi. At this moment, the only thing he could do was to whisper and pant under Jiang Wuqi.

After a good kiss, Jiang Wuqi hugged Feng Rugui to comfort him.

Feng Rugui breathed out rapidly, the corners of his eyes were red, his lips were slightly swollen, he looked very pitiful.

"Sorry." Jiang Wuqi apologized, but Feng Rugui replied after calming down his breathing: "Bring all the food in."

Jiang Wuqi put a short table by the side of the bed, and then brought in the food as he said, and spread them out one by one.

Feng Rugui glanced lazily at Jiang Wuqi: "Hey me."

After saying that, he opened his mouth, waiting for Jiang Wuqi to feed him.

As soon as Feng Rugui's soft and sweet inside of the mouth came into view, Jiang Wuqi was slightly taken aback. Not long ago, he tasted the inside of the mouth carefully, whether it was the teeth, the tip of the tongue, or the mucous membrane of the mouth. I still remember what it was like.

He endured and endured, and still kissed her involuntarily.

Feng Rugui originally thought that what went into his mouth should be food, but he didn't expect it to be Jiang Wuqi's lips and tongue.

He catered to Jiang Wuqi's kiss, and in a daze thought about the last Mid-Autumn Festival he spent as the second son.

It would have been great if Jiang Wuqi had been by his side at that time.

After a long time, Jiang Wuqi reluctantly let go of Feng Rugui, Feng Rugui looked even more pitiful, his lips were swollen beyond recognition.

After Feng Rugui breathed evenly, he immediately took a mooncake with egg yolk and lotus paste and put it into Feng Rugui's mouth.

Feng Rugui ate egg yolk and lotus paste mooncakes in Jiang Wuqi's hands, and gave Jiang Wuqi a sideways look with anger and joy: "It's very delicious."

"As long as you like it." Jiang Wuqi doesn't eat meat and spicy food, so he has no way of knowing how delicious this egg yolk and lotus seed paste mooncake is.

Feng Rugui ordered Jiang Wuqi to feed him all the food, leaving only some that Jiang Wuqi could eat.

After Jiang Wuqi finished eating, he took Jin Junmei and Feng Rugui to relieve his tiredness.

Feng Rugui loved to act like a baby to Jiang Wuqi, he didn't even want to hold a golden eyebrow by himself, but said to Jiang Wuqi: "Hey me."

Jiang Wuqi fed Feng Rugui and drank Jin Junmei, he drank Jin Junmei himself, and washed Feng Rugui before washing himself.

After washing up, he got on the bed and hugged Feng tightly as if at home.

Feng Rugui was looking at the moon, and was hugged by Jiang Wuqi, and subconsciously looked at Jiang Wuqi.

He looked at Jiang Wuqi's eyebrows, and turned his head after a while.

Jiang Wuqi extinguished the candles on the table with a flick of his fingers, smelled it like home in the bright light of the room, and ordered arrogantly: "Wuqi, you will also spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with me next year, next year, next year, and again Next year...you will spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with me."

Jiang Wuqi agreed without hesitation, and promised Feng Rugui: "Rugui, Pindao will spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with you, forever and ever."