Glued up by my father's nemesis

"Master!"

Yan Fei had just led the person into the gate of the backyard of Heyi Tower, and before he had time to greet and introduce, the copper basin in the mansion's hand fell to the ground with a "clang".

"You are back!"

The boy didn't care that the water in his own copper basin had splashed the hem of the robe of the visitor, so he rushed forward and grabbed Yan Fei's blood-stained left sleeve, he was so anxious that he was about to cry.

"What's the matter, master?"

"Skin trauma, it's okay..." Yan Fei withdrew his hand, nodded to Qi Jingsi apologetically, and comforted him, "Isn't this already back?"

"It's such a big hole..." The boy was already sobbing, "How can it not get in the way..."

Yan Fei shook his head helplessly, stretched out his hand to pull the fabric of his sleeve, and covered the wound on his forearm; he had something important in his heart, and he didn't want to be watched by Qi Jingsi.

"Where's Yan Yi? Is he back? Is there anything wrong?" He anxiously changed the subject and asked, "And what about my parents? Why haven't I seen anyone for so long?"

"Look at me! I forgot when I got excited..." The boy slapped his thigh self-blamingly, "The minibus came back yesterday, fell down twice, it's nothing serious; this morning, he followed the master , Madame went out to look for you together."

"It's fine..." Yan Fei nodded, "Hurry up and send someone to send a message to your parents, saying that I'm back, don't tell them to worry."

"Yes!" the boy said as he was about to run out of the door, "I'll go now, little one—"

"Hey—wait—" Yan Fei glanced at Qi Jingsi who was beside him and called out the servant, and deliberately moved to the servant's side and said in a low voice, "When you were going out, it happened that the doctor came to the house and asked him to take care of the trauma ointment."

"Yes yes yes..." The servant nodded hastily, "you should take a good look at this arm of the young master."

"It's not me, it's..." Yan Fei said as he sneaked a glance at Qi Jingsi's injured forearm, "Anyway, you go and invite it, quietly, my mother is not in good health, don't tell her to worry."

After the boy left, he called a servant girl and ordered a few words before walking back to Qi Jingsi's side.

"There is chaos in the mansion, you have neglected Mr. Qi." He bowed his head slightly as a salute, "The humble house is simple, few guests come, and there is no time to clean up the side room. If Mr. Qi doesn't dislike it, why don't you go to Yan Fei's study first?"

In order to show his friendship as a landlord, Yan Fei explained along the way: "I have ordered my servants to prepare hot water and clean clothes, and send them to the study later. The space is still big enough."

And no matter what Yan Fei said, Qi Jingsi was the same as on the way down the mountain, nodding at most in response, without saying a word.

When Yan Fei led him to the door of the study, he opened the door and entered the room, but Qi Jingsi did not follow him for a long time; he turned his head and saw that Qi Jingsi had already stepped over the threshold, but he was staring forward in surprise and stopped.

Following Qi Jingsi's gaze, what the other party was staring at seemed to be a fan that he had carefully framed and hung on the wall in the middle of the study.

"Young Master Qi?" He called softly for no reason.

Qi Jingsi seemed to be awakened by this awakening, he lowered his head and stared at Yan Fei, but his eyes still seemed to be immersed in a nightmare and could not wake up.

"You can sing the folk songs of Pei County, and you still have his characters!" He suddenly stepped forward excitedly and stepped forward, clasping Yan Fei's shoulders tightly, "Aren't you from Beijing?"

"I……"

It is rumored that the little son of the Qi family has a bad temper and is unpredictable. Yan Fei has only heard of it, but it is the first time he has seen it with his own eyes.

For some reason, this kind of Qi Jingsi didn't make him feel scared, he just felt very nervous, and was very anxious to explain, and wanted to convince Qi Jingsi.

"It is true that my father's ancestral home is not in Beijing, but a county in the north, but I was born in Beijing... I have never left the boundaries of Beijing in the past 18 years, and the farthest I have gone is the suburbs of the city..."

"Then why do you know the folk songs of Peixian County!" Qi Jingsi growled at Yan Fei almost unconsciously, gripping Yan Fei's shoulders tightly.

It was the little song that Lin Yu sang to lull him to sleep since he was a child. It was a folk song from Pei County.

It wasn't until Yan Fei hissed softly that he suddenly let go of his hand as if it was burning.

"That's the song my mother sang when I was young..." Yan Fei paused as he spoke, his lowered eyes seemed to have made a lot of determination, "My mother left home when she was young, and she didn't even remember that she was forced The ones that were sold were still abducted, and I don't remember how many times they were handed over, and it was only after many years that they were sold into a brothel in Beijing..."

"She doesn't remember where her hometown is. She just remembers that my grandmother loved to hum this song when she was a child."

Qi Jingsi stared at Yan Fei's exquisite face, even after a night of exhaustion and bumping, the dust could not cover up the splendor.

He watched Yan Fei clenched his lower lip, holding tears in those big eyes covered in mist.

He frowned painfully.

The things that frightened him just now and made him dare not think about it, I'm afraid they were all true.

*****

Pei County was originally just a tiny village, but because it was close to Peishui, the port was wide and the water was deep, it gradually prospered with the new construction of Peishui Wharf; People live around the pier.

Lin Yu, on the other hand, was obviously a scholar who couldn't carry his shoulders and hands. He couldn't earn money at the pier, and all his family's expenses depended on selling calligraphy and paintings at a stall.

At first Qi Jingsi didn't understand why his little uncle's calligraphy was so good, he liked every Spring Festival couplets very much, but there were still few people interested in the calligraphy and painting stalls, and the family was poor and distressed; it was not until he was a little older that he finally understood Eyes all around.

There are not many people who have read books in the countryside, and few people will appreciate Lin Yu's calligraphy and paintings. Coupled with the burden of fame, the two uncles and nephews have always been poor; but fortunately, there are few literate people in the countryside, so Lin Yu can rely on With the meager money of helping others write and read letters, Qi Jingsi was raised.

Qi Jingsi doesn't like reading, but he is too familiar with Lin Yu's handwriting. From the time he saw the article about Yan Fei's admission, he felt familiar, until now——

He could almost be sure that the carefully framed fan on the wall was Lin Yu's own handwriting.

When he saw this handwriting, he almost instinctively reacted that Yan Fei once lived, or at least went to Pei County, and got this fan; Or at least they have been to Beijing and left behind this pair of fans.

Lin Yuming could speak Mandarin fluently, without any Peixian or Jiangnan accent, just like Yan Fei, Faberhan and other Beijing natives; he couldn't even understand the local dialect of Peixian.

But he had always told Qi Jingsi that he was a distant cousin from Qi Tongfu's village.

Qi Jingsi clearly remembered that before leaving Pei County, Lin Yu almost revealed their relationship, but he kept comforting himself that it was just an excuse for Lin Yu to send him to Beijing and not want to drag him down, but he didn't want to—

All the self-deception is smashed by this fan at this moment.

"Why do you have his words?"

Qi Jingsi didn't look at Yan Fei when he was speaking, but stared blankly at the fan, even his eyes were trembling.

How much he wanted Yan Fei to tell him that this word came from Pei County, how much he wanted to keep his last layer of armor, but all he could hear was Yan Fei's voice was still very gentle——

"Writing? Whose writing?" Yan Fei followed Qi Jingsi's eyes and looked at the fan, "This is the original handwriting of Mr. Guangji."

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