[Red House + Comprehensive] Respect to the water

Poor Jia Fu, the younger brother he misses so much, is not just the current Jia Jing.

He is his respected son, but not his respected son.

Jia Fu was a little dazed, he understood the arrogance of this Jinger hidden under the cold mask, he was a child who disdained to lie, so he said that he used this body after the death of the original Jinger, it must be in the original Jing'er only used this body after her death...

but……

Jia Fu loves this younger brother very much, no matter whether he is the little meat bun who used to be soft and often made trouble for no reason, or the precocious boy who is cold and paralyzed at a young age and controls himself to death.

Because that is his brother.

The only one with the same mother, the younger brother who was always worried about her when her mother was lingering on the sick bed, and even when she was dying.

He always thought that the precocious boy who suddenly became cold and paralyzed was also the younger brother entrusted to him by his mother when she was dying.

But it turned out that it was not.

When the mother was dying, the little baby who was still smiling silly in her infancy made her feel dissatisfied, but it turned out that she had long since disappeared.

When he was so young, he just couldn't bear his temper and made mistakes for a while, and then he was gone.

He was no longer the one who risked his life to save him.

This is the most tormented place for Jiafu.

This Jinger is also very good, but why is it not that Jinger?

Jia Fu has always liked the younger brother's frankness and intimacy that although he doesn't tell him everything, he never hides it when asked, but at this moment, suddenly for a moment, he resents Jia Jing for not hiding it.

If he doesn't say it, he will always be his respected son, and he doesn't need to face such deep regret and pain at this moment, and he doesn't need to pick up the resentment for his father's negligence that day again, let alone, for the existence of this respected son. Tangled.

Jinger, Jinger, why not Jinger?

Although it is winter, the mid-day sun is actually very warm, shining on Jia Fu's drooping face, but it reflects a shadow that is not sharp but inexplicably permeating.

Although she didn't know what happened, Mrs. Chen took a look at it in person, then quietly withdrew, and didn't allow anyone to disturb her anymore.

But by the door, there is still a small figure standing there, and it has been standing there for a long time.

When Jia Jing talked about his background yesterday, he didn't deliberately push back the subordinates, but used special means to ensure that the conversation between him and Jia Daihua and his son would not be heard by anyone without close blood relatives.

But little Jia Zhang is a close relative by blood.

Little Jia Zhang was not a servant either, although he heard Chen's orders in hiding, but he did not violate Chen's orders.

After hesitating for a long time, little Jia Zhang finally came out.

Into the sunlight, to his father.

His footsteps were very light, although he didn't do it deliberately, after all he was wearing soft-soled boots, so it was not easy to make noise, and Jia Fu, who was immersed in his own thoughts, didn't notice it.

However, little Jia Zhang has always been a good boy who abides by etiquette. When he was less than three years old, he would stagger to salute his elders. Far away, he folded his hands in front of his chest upright, and bowed down.

Although the little boy is not plump and chubby, his cheeks also have some baby fat, and his body is dressed red and fluffy by Chen Shi, which is very festive, but his face is serious and upright, his demeanor is calm, and he looks like a little adult .

On a normal day, Jia Fu would have been proud of the resemblance between his eldest son and his younger brother back then, or he would deliberately tease this eldest son who loves to pretend to be an adult, but is often prone to failure without knowing it.

But today, Jia Fu can't even maintain his usual gentle smile.

Not wanting to frighten this child who is trying hard to be calm but still easy to frighten, Jia Fu wanted to send him to Mrs. Chen's place, but unexpectedly, little Jia Zhang stood upright in front of him, his eyes were firmer than ever before: " Father, I have something to tell you."

Jia Fu looked at little Jia Zhang's little hand stretched out unconsciously, his father's love finally overcame the turbulent thoughts in his heart, he nodded, and motioned his eldest son to sit down beside him.

As a good father, Jia Fu is mentally prepared to try his best to suppress himself and try his best to help his eldest son solve his worries rationally, and he also believes that he can successfully achieve his goal.

But I didn't want to, and I received another bolt from the blue.

The discrepancy between the skin and stuffing is not only Jia Jing, but also Jia Zhang.

His younger brother, his eldest son.

actually...

Is it really the injustice of the previous life?

If his body hadn't been well adjusted, Jia Fu might faint.Even now, although he didn't faint, his eyes were still vacillating, and he was frightened. Little Jia Zhang hurriedly got up, and his small body and tender arms tried to support his body that was leaning to one side.

Jia Fu bit the tip of his tongue, and stretched out his hand to support the small table on the other side with difficulty. Although he brought the tea cup down, he managed to stabilize his body.

The crisp sound of the tea cup falling to the ground also made Jia Fu's mind a little clearer.

Turning his head slightly, he met the cowardice that could no longer be hidden in the eldest son's eyes.

Just like when he was just born, he should be a baby who doesn't understand anything, but he always carries a sense of fear and cowardice.

Yes, it’s fine for Jing’er, the two Jing’er indeed took the falling into the water as the dividing line, and their temperament changed drastically; but Zhang’er, it seems, has always been like this, even if he was spoiled by the whole family and became more confident, In my heart, I was still that cowardly child like a little quail.

Then I heard that tender childish voice Nuomuo saying: "My son is not a sin, but I just don't know why, and suddenly appeared in my mother's womb..."

Only then did Jia Fu suddenly realize that he had just asked about the phrase "injustice".

Another pain in my heart, this is the child that even Jing'er loves, and I have never said a harsh word, but I don't want to, the first time I said something harsh, it was just like this...

But Jia Fu just bit the tip of his tongue secretly again, and swallowed a mouthful of rusty liquid: "Then what about the original soul?" It is……

Little Jia Zhang twitched his toes uneasily, but still tried his best to lift his head, looking into Jia Fu's eyes: "I don't know, I didn't find that there are other souls. I didn't..." He swallowed nervously , but was choked, but still trying not to cough, he just stammered and continued, "I didn't find any other souls, and I didn't deliberately take them away."

It seems that even he himself is not sure whether he will take the house.

Jia Fu heaved a sigh of relief, although he is still not sure, but as far as those classics about gods, monsters and anecdotes say, generally speaking, it is impossible to seize a house without feeling nothing.

What's more, Jing'er is still there.

Yes, Jinger is still there.

Although he was entangled in his heart, even if this Jing'er wasn't the original Jing'er, it was impossible for him to sit back and watch the ghost take his nephew's body.

Jia Fu finally breathed a sigh of relief, seeing the eldest son in front of him trying to be strong and calm, but in fact he was so nervous that tears rolled in his eyes and still didn't know it, he quickly hugged him and hugged him on his knees Above: "Zhang'er, don't think too much, it's all because of my father's thoughts...Your uncle can't just sit back and watch Zhang'er's body be taken away. Although Zhang'er has the memory of the previous life, I think it's just a coincidence, reincarnated with the memory of the previous life here."

Little Jia Zhang grasped Jia Fu's skirt tightly with his small hands, fear and joy in his big peach eyes: "Really?"

Jia Fu nodded: "Really."

Jia Fu believes that no matter which Jinger he is, it is impossible to sit back and watch his son be taken away.

No matter which Jing'er it is, Jing'er is Jing'er, the chubby Jing'er who loves to cry and make troubles but would grab pastry with his fat paws and stuff it into his mouth is like this, this lonely and awkward and arrogant but will sit in front of his sick bed all night The same is true of Jing'er who never leaves.

That's right, no matter which Jing'er it is, it's all Jing'er.

This Jinger is this Jinger, and that Jinger is that Jinger.

It's a pity that this Jing'er is not that Jing'er, but he is still the Jing'er that he has cherished for more than ten years.

Even that regret was not Jing'er's fault.

Although it is a pity, although it is his eternal injury, it is also an opportunity.

Let yourself become attached to this Jinger.

Jia Fu suddenly burst into a smile, bright enough to almost illuminate all the shadows in the study.

He lowered his head, his chin still murmured, "Really? I'm not Duoshe, I'm just a reincarnation who didn't forget the past? So my father is my father, and my mother is also my mother? Grandfather, uncle, uncle, uncle, and uncle Ping are not stealing. Came here to snatch it?" The eldest son rubbed his forehead lightly: "Yes, it's all yours. Zhang'er is my Zhang'er. He is my father's favorite eldest son."

Yes, Jing'er is also my Jing'er, my favorite younger brother.

Jia Fu took the little hand of the eldest son, and when they walked out of the study together, Mrs. Chen saw it from a distance in the Nuan Pavilion, heaved a sigh of relief, and turned back to her own yard, just happened to meet her father-in-law on the way, although she was a little curious why she didn't take a rest today. The father-in-law also returned home at noon, but he didn't ask any more questions, he just gave a blessing and went to arrange lunch without mentioning it.

Jia Daihua attached great importance to the eldest daughter-in-law, but it was not easy for a father-in-law to talk to his daughter-in-law. At this time, he was not in the mood, but he just nodded and left on his own.

After a while, just meet Jia Fu and his son.

Jia Daihua looked at the eldest son's face with a gentle smile despite the thick dark circles under his eyes, and couldn't tell what it was like.

Expecting the eldest son to let go of the past, but expecting the eldest son to remember that with him, which he can no longer share with anyone, the youngest son.

Because he figured it out, Jia Fu looked at his father's white hair on the sideburns, and he couldn't bear to hate him any more. He saluted with his eldest son, and little Jia Zhang thoughtfully stepped forward to hold Jia Daihua's hand, while Jia Fu said softly: "This is also Jing'er. Although it's not that Jing'er, we have two Jing'er."

Yes, we have two respected children, one was lost due to our negligence, but we still have this one, which is enough to comfort the rest of our lives.

It's a blessing.