drunk red

There is a black wooden board with the words Qingyuan written on it.

Tang Ziao pushed open the creaking courtyard door and pulled the red clothes inside.

As soon as you walk in, you can smell a faint fragrance, the fragrance of incense.

There is only a well in the corner of the yard, a field with some vegetables, no pavilions, pavilions, ponds or artificial hills. When I came to the door of the room, Hongyi heard the female voice in the room chanting softly. What, through the crack of the door, she was still wearing a gray plain shirt, Xue Wanyi was chanting sutras devoutly, and the Buddha in her hand was crushed off her thumb one by one.

Tang Ziao knocked on the door, Xue Wanyi opened the door and saw the red dress, her originally flat to almost indifferent expression suddenly became vivid, although she still had a faint smile on her face, the ecstasy in her eyes couldn't be concealed, she The hand holding the red clothes refused to let go, and looked at it carefully.She couldn't wait for this lost and recovered child to be by her side all the time, and it hurt to the core, but she looked at the red clothes who obviously rejected and alienated her, and vaguely understood that she missed him all the time these years, and This child doesn't know her at all, not to mention growing up in that environment, she may be wary of strangers, so Xue Wanyi can only force herself to suppress the feeling of wanting to be close and loving, and stand far away. Far away, just give him a bowl of medicine and a jujube, that's all. In this way, slowly, he will always understand her and accept her.

But what she didn't expect was that within a few days, Hong Yi took the initiative to find her. Her eagerness that had been suppressed for a long time seemed to be disobedient. She looked at and touched it over and over again without getting tired of it.

She didn't wake up until Tang Ziao walked out with his hands behind his back and closed the door behind him.The red dress in front of her was a little flustered because Tang Ziao went out, she hurriedly let go, patted him comfortingly, and handed him a cup of tea.

"Jiajia, did you have fun yesterday?" She tried to keep her voice as normal as possible.

Hong Yi nodded.

"Did you ride a horse yesterday?"

"Yes." When it came to horses, Hong Yi became more courageous, nodded heavily, and his voice was much more energetic than before.

"Oh, what kind of horse are you riding? Can you ride?" Xue Wanyi asked softly, even though she knew all about it yesterday.

"Well, not at first, let him." Hongyi pointed out the door, meaning Tang Ziao: "Let him ride a big black horse with me. Later, I learned to ride by myself. White, pony."

"Have you learned?"

"Well, I learned it."

Xue Wanyi walked to the side of the wooden cabinet, and there were only a few replacement clothes in it, except for gray, light blue, khaki, all of them were cloth clothes, she took out a purse from the corner and handed it over to Hong Yi's palm.

"Huh?" Inside was a large bag of candied dates.

Xue Wanyi smiled softly, touched his head, as if knowing that he would eat up when he turned around, and said softly: "Eat a few pills a day, don't eat too much. And don't let your father know that your brother used to love Eat sweets, and later he put an end to all sugary foods from his home, and ordered everyone not to buy them for him."

"Brother?" Hong Yi was puzzled.

"Well, it was born by your second mother, the maid who married me with me back then. When your second mother gave birth to your younger sister, she died of dystocia, and your father never remarried. He lived alone all these years." Xue Wanyi pulled the red dress and sat on the side of the bed, patting his hand lovingly.

"Then why don't you live with Daddy?" Hongyi asked in a low voice.

"Silly boy, didn't mother tell you that since you were taken away, mother swore in front of the Buddha that she would pray for you and stay here every day until she returned."

"Then I'm back?"

"Yes, just because you are back, I should be more grateful to the Buddha."

"En." Hongyi didn't know what to say, and sat there a little awkwardly.

"Go back, your father is in a hurry." Xue Wanyi saw his restlessness and pulled him up.

Hongyi walked to the door, turned around and looked at the woman who was smiling at the corner of her mouth, looking at her tenderly, and blurted out naturally: "Mother, I'm leaving."

Without waiting for the shocked Xue Wanyi to react next, Hongyi ran out in a panic and bumped into Tang Ziao who was waiting at the door.

Hong Yi grabbed his hand, raised her head, and said to him.

Don't say it's so close, it's just that it's farther away. With Tang Ziao's skill, these conversations naturally couldn't escape his ears. Hearing Hong Yi finally called out the name of mother, Tang Ziao's heart was shocked. For Xue Wanyi, there was almost a wave of waves in his heart, which was many times bigger than when his second son was born, when he could walk, and when he could talk.This may be the difference between the first one and the second one, not to mention that he devoted much more energy and effort to the first son.

When he saw the red-faced red-clothed man running over embarrassingly and holding his hand, he almost looked forward to what he would say next.

"Well, let's go."

Tang Ziao froze and stopped walking.

Hongyi looked at him suspiciously, and when he was about to ask what was wrong, Tang Ziao had already started walking forward again.

Maybe it will take a while for the title of father. Tang Ziao closed his eyes and sat in the hall listening to his subordinates report the latest situation. His heart ached. He was indeed not qualified to be a father, and he was allowed to stay outside for so many years. After all the bullying and torture, why did this child willingly call him daddy in just a few days?

Those who were talking to Tang Ziao down there looked at me and I looked at you, wondering why the boss looked so exhausted, even after staying up for several nights to track and investigate, he didn't see a trace of fatigue.Several people winked and signaled Chang Wen, who was standing by, to ask.

Chang Wen had a bitter face, thinking that if the housekeeper hadn't come to help him relieve the acupuncture point that night, he might have stood there all night.This time he didn't dare to touch the tiger's whiskers anymore.Although my master was not the kind of gentle and kind person in the past, at least he would not suddenly lose his temper or make a surprise attack. These only started after the young master came back.

Today, looking at the situation, I'm afraid he was thinking about him again. Chang Wen looked away guiltily, pretending not to see their hints.He just looked down at his shoes with a low eyebrow.

Bang, a guy next to him bumped his arm and lifted his chin, letting him go and talk.

Not going, Chang Wen roared in his heart, and quietly moved back.Unexpectedly, the man leaned over again, bang, and slammed into his arm again.

Chang Wen was furious, he didn't want to bully people like this, in a moment of excitement, a hungry tiger pounced on him, that man was a rare expert among them, his body turned to one side, Chang Wen couldn't stop, and hit the ground heavily.

Tang Ziao opened his eyes and looked at him, and Chang Wen was about to burst into tears: "Master, don't blame me, woo woo woo, I'm cold, don't touch my acupuncture points, I don't sleep standing up in the hall."

"Let's go." Tang Ziao ordered in a low voice, ignoring him.

The so-called kinship

In the next few days, Hong Yi was grounded.

It is said to be restricted, but in fact it means that he is not allowed to go outside, and he is allowed to wander around the entire mansion and anywhere.Children in this age group are very curious about some things, not to mention that Hongyi rode a horse for the first time quite smoothly, wishing to grow on horseback every day.But Tang Ziao asked him to go again later on the grounds that he had hurt himself.

Although Hongyi was not happy, but he didn't know how to play tricks, he just stared at Tang Ziao with his big misty eyes full of grievances, but Tang Ziao just froze for a while, and then turned his head away from him , Leaving a sentence to take a good rest and go to work.

The Tang Mansion is not too small, not very rich and luxurious, no matter the houses or the scenery, they are all simple and elegant. The red clothes dare not deal with others too much, and they don't want to be bored in the room, so they tie the purse given by Xue Wanyi around their waist Then he walked towards the small courtyard where she was.Because of the simple decoration, turn a corner from where he lives and walk along the promenade that can be seen everywhere. On the left is the somewhat dilapidated small courtyard.

At first, I was a little cramped and restless.But Xue Wanyi is not the kind of woman who reveals everything and cries, she is always indifferent, but she has a strange sense of tolerance that makes people feel at ease, coupled with the faint scent of incense in the room , she smiled peacefully, occasionally squeezed his face pamperingly, patted his hand lightly, and asked him a few topics that he was interested in in a soft voice. Being able to let go, the "Mother" that made him very awkward, became more and more fluent.Shouting and shouting, I feel more and more that my mother is really good, her body is fragrant, soft, and warm, and she often takes him into her arms and holds him.Usually, he would whisper a few words in his ear, and sometimes he would not speak, but just hug him quietly.The smell that belonged to his mother made him feel very warm all over his body, almost a warmth that he didn't want to open his eyes once he closed them.

Sometimes Tang Ziao came back earlier, and when he saw Hongyi who was not in the room, he would come to Qingyuan to pick him up.Quietly came to the gate of the courtyard, listening to the soft voice of the mother and son inside, the conversation without any interval, he would always wait and listen quietly outside.When it was dark, or when Xue Wanyi persuaded Hongyi to go back to eat, he opened the door and greeted her with a nod, then grabbed Hongyi and rushed to hold his hand, and walked back along the road together.

Passing by a lotus pond along the road, the evening sun reflected the wave light, and there were little pieces of gold. Looking at this place, Hongyi suddenly thought of the backyard of Qiyalou where he had been staying for more than ten years. There was also such a small lotus pond. Sitting on the grass next to him, leaning on his shoulders.However, it was more than ten days ago, but it seemed to happen in a dream.