Glued up by my father's nemesis

A small room in the backyard of Heyi Building was originally a storage room for miscellaneous things. Since Yan Fei picked up the minibus from the street, it has been tidied up and turned into a sleeping place for the minibus.

In the wing room, Yan Fei was applying medicine to the scald on the tiger's mouth of the minibus. He hung his head by the candlelight, his eyes almost poked into those bright blisters.

"Does it still hurt?" Yan Fei asked.

The minibus shook his head.

"How can such a hot pot of wine not hurt when poured into your hand?" The anger in Yan Fei's words has not dissipated, but he can't find a place to vent it, "You don't pretend to be dumb now, why don't you know?" Squeak? If I hadn't bumped into you, you would still be foolishly serving dishes outside!"

"Master Yan takes care of my food and lodging, and pays my wages... I should work harder."

Xiaoba is only two years younger than Yan Fei, but he is very short and thin; at this moment, he shrinks his neck and lowers his head, and answers shyly, looking like a child who has made a mistake and is listening to an elder's lecture.

Yan Fei curled his lips and let out an annoyed "hum", "You call me 'Brother', that's my younger brother. What I said to everyone today is also to you."

"Tomorrow I will ask my father to let you go to school with me, Mr. Zhu of Yulin Academy, who will be the emperor's teacher, I will ask him to give you a good name, and I will never let anyone despise you again. "

Hearing this, the minibus trembled as if being burned by something, hurriedly withdrew his hand, and knelt down in front of Yan Fei with a "plop".

Yan Fei was also frightened by this sudden action and jumped up from his chair. The candle was already dim, and he couldn't see what the minibus was going to do when he squinted his eyes, so he had to quickly reach out to help it.

"What are you doing!"

"Brother Yanfei..." The minibus raised its head cautiously, but stuck its neck and did not get up, "On New Year's Eve seven years ago, you were the one who picked me up from the street, gave me clothes and medicine, and left me in Heyi The helper of the building saved the life of the minibus..."

The parents of the minibus died early, and my sister starved to death on the way to escape from famine. She was picked up by a beggar leader and pretended to be a dumb beggar.

A few years later, the old beggar just died, and a "loser" like him who couldn't get back a few copper coins a day was kicked out of the ruined temple, and he almost died of freezing to death on the street.

These passing minibuses never spoke before, and Yan Fei could only hear the general idea from the streets.

He pulled the arm of the minibus and listened carefully, his eyes shrouded in thin snow all the year round made it hard to see what was going on in his heart.

"All these years of literacy, reading the words of sages, and knowing right from wrong are all taught to me by you. Well, the minibus will not be able to report it; if you don't dislike me..."

"Stop!" Yan Fei finally couldn't listen anymore, and pulled the minibus up from the ground with great effort, "Why do you dislike you? Have you ever disliked me as a blind man?"

"You're not blind!" The minibus rarely raised his voice, but immediately fell back, "It's just that things in the distance can't be seen clearly..."

"I was born weak, so I couldn't see anything." Yan Fei sat back on the chair again, staring at the minibus with narrowed eyes, "When I was young, Heyi Tower was far from what it is today. I was too busy with business, and the children in the neighborhood called me a little blind."

"I don't have any friends, and even the little beggars on the street throw stones at me..." He said, his eyes darkened, "but you never joined them at that time, right and wrong have long been in your heart."

"Have you ever disliked my crippled body?"

The minibus shook his head hastily.

"You are a healthy and good person, and you don't dislike me as a blind person. What do I dislike you for?" Yan Fei sighed softly, "No one can choose the matter of birth, so why do you always talk about it and take it to heart? superior."

After Yan Fei finished what he wanted to say, he stopped talking, and the room fell silent for a while.

The minibus hung its head and did not answer.

He didn't dare to agree to Yan Fei, but he yearned for it so much that he couldn't say no.

Now that Yan Fei is out of the school every day, he will teach him the poems and books he has learned, and he will be allowed to look for books in his study, and from time to time, he will talk to him about current policy theories that the students in Beijing are concerned about. .

The minibus has just turned fifteen, no one wants to spend their whole life in Heyi Building serving dishes and washing dishes, besides, he really likes what Yan Fei usually teaches him.

But Yan Fei said that he would take him into the school together, and let the emperor teacher of the dynasty give him a name, which he dared not even think about.

The silence in the room was interrupted by a knock on the door, the minibus hastily stepped forward to open the door, and called respectfully, "Master Yan."

Yan Chengli entered the door, glanced at Xiaoba's hand, "Is the injury serious?"

The minibus shook his head, Yan Fei had already got up and got out of the chair.

"Your mother said that I knew you were here before you returned home." Yan Chengli sat down and glanced at his son beside him, "Why, still not convinced?"

Yan Fei didn't answer, and turned his face away awkwardly.

"Little bus, go and make a pot of tea." Yan Chengli was not annoyed when he saw this, he raised his head and pushed the minibus away and said to Yan Fei: "Some things, if you tell them in the mansion, I'm afraid your mother will be sad .”

"Daddy knows that you are stubborn. You will not be convinced if the minibus did nothing wrong today." He said earnestly, "But Daddy, he also has his difficulties."

Yan Chengli also came from a poor background. Heyilou has been built from a roadside stall to the most prosperous restaurant in Beijing in his hands. The hard work involved is indescribable.

But others respect him as "Master Yan" on the surface, but they only say with red eyes behind his back that he smells of copper all over his body.

No matter how rich a rich businessman is, his status is still low, and he cannot compare with people from aristocratic families; he runs the Crane Tower, and all the guests in it are dignitaries——

His head has been lowered for more than forty years, and he hasn't really raised it until now.

"You were weak when you were young, and your mother and I had to run the fledgling Crane Tower. We were afraid that we would not be able to take care of you, so neither of us thought about having another child." Yan Chengli patted Yan Fei's shoulder, "You are the Yan family's last hope."

"Only if you can stand out and shine in the Yan family, can father speak in front of a villain like Zhao Kang."

This is why Yan Chengli has always placed high hopes on Yan Fei.

Since he was a child, he asked Yan Fei to read poetry and books diligently, but no academy would accept him, so he invited his husband to teach at home; fortunately, Yan Fei also seemed to be born with a love of books, and all the teachers who taught him praised his talent. people.

Yan Chengli finally felt that there was hope for his wish to be fulfilled.

"Even if it's not for daddy, you still have to think about your mother."

Yan's mother came from a humble background, although she loves her son, she also blames herself for not being able to give birth to a healthy child for Yan's family, this has always been her heart disease.

Only when Yan Fei is promising can she comfort herself, and finally she is worthy of Yan's family and ancestors.

When Yan Fei heard about his mother, he couldn't get angry at all, and didn't even dare to feel wronged.

Studying for exams, becoming an official after high school is the only hope for their family to cross the secular class——

He knows better than anyone how his father has high hopes for him and what his mother's situation is like.

"Father, Feier already knows, and I won't be impulsive again in the future." He bowed his head and saluted, "Can I ask Daddy one more thing?"

Yan Chengli stared at his son in confusion, "Is it about the minibus?"

"Yes." Yan Fei nodded, "I want the minibus to go to the academy with me."

The minibus at the other end had just entered the door carrying freshly brewed tea, and was so frightened that it knocked over the teacup.

*****

The fire in the wing room in the corner of the backyard of the Heyi Building was getting warmer, but the city of Beijing was still covered in snow and wind.

Just after the bangzi of the second watch, a row of brocade-covered carriages were parked beside the wall of the south alley, and beside each carriage stood a coachman holding the reins, and beside the coachman stood one or two obedient servants.

On the opposite side of the fence, a group of teenagers surrounded an elegantly decorated small building, all of them wearing fox fur cloaks and wearing jade hairpins.

Faberhan and his group had just watched "Freshness" and stumbled out of the small building, while Chang Haoxuan was lying on the wall with his body hooked and vomited violently.

Qi Jingsi was caught in the middle of the crowd, and her figure swayed slightly.

Looking back at the small building behind him, he realized that the small building didn't even have a plaque, only a small wooden sign hanging on the door, with the words "Nanfeng Pavilion" written on it.

He frowned and turned around, his eyes showed a little disgust when he passed Chang Haoxuan.

"It seems that young master Chang enjoyed his drink today, my silver—" Faberhan stood aside with a gold wire heater in his hand, watching the joke, "It's not in vain at all!"

"Brother Fei, please stop! Don't look for me again in such a situation..." Chang Haoxuan leaned on the wall and barely straightened up, took out a brocade handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth, his expression was extremely ugly, " What's so good about a bunch of bloody broken sleeves? I can only sit around and drink, and I'll vomit until I can't even recognize my own mother!"

Hearing the sound, Qi Jingsi turned her head, her eyes were full of desolate wind and Xiao Xue, and she just stared at Chang Haoxuan, making him shiver from the cold.

The snow in Beijing tonight has fallen mercilessly, especially in such a shameful place like Nanxiang, it is even more desolate.

Just now, Qi Jingsi looked back at the small hall behind him, there was only a small wooden sign that read "Nanfeng Hall", not even a signboard——

This is a place that is even more contemptible than Huajie and Liuxiang.

There are quite a few restaurants like this in South Alley, and the waitresses in them are not like the prostitutes in the brothels, who can look forward to the day when Congliang gets married. If they can’t save money before they get old and look bad, they can only beg when they are kicked out by the old bustard. street.

But even beggars have to be divided into grades——

Even begging for food, these beggars were not tolerated by other beggars, so they could only nest on the side of the South Alley in the end.

Those who beg for life in such a place are used to knowing people. Just now Qi Jingsi and his party came out of the Nanfeng Pavilion. Such a group of nobles and brothers, those beggars who have become beggars don't even have the courage to ask for money. Chang Hao Xuan cast a disgusted look and quickly hid all the way away.

As for Chang Haoxuan's disgusted look, Qi Jingsi was too familiar with it.

The other party said "Damn the broken sleeve", which led Qi Jingsi's eyes to pass through the dark and deep south alley, and saw Pei County many years ago.

In the noisy market, Lin Yu was surrounded by a group of people. He bent down to pick up a few copper plates scattered on the ground. Under the worn and thin green shirt, the outline of the raised bones on the clear back was faintly revealed.

He picked up the copper coins and put them in his sleeve pocket, picked up the vegetable basket on the desk beside him, and walked out of the crowd.

A middle-aged woman in the crowd was watching the excitement by knocking on melon seeds, and spat a mouthful of melon seeds in Lin Yu's direction with a "Bah".

Seeing such a situation, the chattering voices in the crowd gradually grew louder.

"Damn broken sleeve! It's disgusting!"

"A good man wants to be a broken sleeve if he doesn't do it. It's really embarrassing to the ancestors!"

"If I were his father, I would break his legs and lock him in the backyard. How could I allow him to come out and make a fool of himself!"

Lin Yu didn't seem to be able to hear, but walked silently with his eyes downcast.

At that time, Qi Jingsi was only a few years old, and Lin Yu seldom took him out, especially in a noisy place like the market; but he was naughty since he was a child, and he just caught the opportunity that day, so he sneaked to the market with Lin Yu market.

He was too young at that time, and he didn't quite know what was going on around him, so he could only stand outside the crowd and paw at the leg of the adult in front of him, remembering the disgusting eyes that pierced Lin Yu's back like sharp knives .

And Lin Yu, only left him with a clear back, like a falling feather, gentle and stubborn, walking alone and desolately across the hot and noisy market.

Lin Yu inadvertently stepped into a small puddle on the road, staggered, and instinctively raised his hand to grab something around him, but his hand flitted across the restless air around him.

The people around him hastily stepped aside like the plague.

This is also untouchable.

In a daze, Qi Jingsi could no longer distinguish the scene in front of her from the market back then.

He approached Chang Haoxuan with swaying steps like this, reached out his hand and grabbed the opponent's front collar and pushed him against the wall.

Chang Haoxuan's shoulders shook violently.

He could even hear his panicked heartbeat, and the "click" of Qi Jingsi's clenched fist on his chest.

Qi Jingsi's gaze woke up that bit of alcohol.

"Jing... Mr. Qi..." Faberhan looked at the increasingly forbidding atmosphere, tentatively opened his mouth, and the hand that was stretched out to try to persuade him shrank back as soon as it touched the dry and cold air, "This, this What's the matter?"

Qi Jingsi was woken up by Faberhan's voice.

What's going on here?

I have forgotten since when words like "damn broken sleeve" are to him, just like Lin Yu's name, like a soft underbelly, untouchable.

A gust of dry and cold wind blew past, blowing away the thin wine sweat on his forehead, and the wind wrapped a few icicles into the back of his neck——

Remind him that this is Beijing, not the old Pei County.

Also remind him that Lin Yu is not by his side.

He loosened his hands and gathered the cloak on his body, then lowered his head suddenly, and smiled with the corners of his mouth crooked.

Chang Haoxuan was still panting heavily with his shoulders trembling, his eyes were both startled and suspicious.

"Brother Jingsi must have drunk too much..." Faberhan also laughed awkwardly, and hurried out to smooth things over, "It's just a joke, Brother Haoxuan, don't mind."

"Yeah." Qi Jingsi tilted her head and stretched out her hand to pat Chang Haoxuan's wrinkled front, her voice was indifferent and unflappable, "I've had too much to drink."

"No, it's okay..." Chang Haoxuan raised his eyes and looked at Qi Jingsi cautiously. He looked at the other party's smile, but still felt a chill down his spine, "No, it's not a problem..."

"It's all my fault. I just wanted to show everyone something new today, but I didn't want to make trouble like this." Faberhan hurriedly said: "Since Brother Haoxuan doesn't like it, I will set up another table to apologize after the next year. I will definitely invite Brother Haoxuan's favorite, Liu Xian'er, to sing the song."

Faberhan said and waved, and the boys waiting beside the carriage came forward knowingly, and each picked up his young master.

*****

The stove was warming up in the carriage, and the steam made Qi Jingsi drowsy. He leaned against the cushion but always felt sick in his stomach, so he could only stretch out his hand irritably to loosen the tight-fitting collar.

"Call-"

The coachman outside the curtain let out a soft drink, and the rickety carriage finally stopped. Qi Jingsi raised his eyelids lazily, saw Xiaosi lifted the curtain, and bowed his head respectfully, "Master, we're here."

"Young Master is back." Qi Jingsi had just stepped into the gate of Qi Mansion when the old butler greeted him with an umbrella, "Teach Master to wait."

Qi Jingsi twisted her neck hesitantly, "Where?"

The old butler leaned forward and raised his hand, and moved the lantern in his hand to the right, "Young Master, please study."

He pushed open the study door, led Qi Jingsi in, then bowed and retreated, closing the door tightly.

"It's Yin time." Qi Tongfu leaned on the huanghuali armchair in the middle of the study, and didn't open his eyes when he heard the sound, but said in a low voice: "Mr. Qi is very elegant."

The author has something to say: I am not only thick but also ahead of schedule! ! !

When Gong Dad comes on stage, Gong Shou will meet officially soon. Spoiler alert: It's an amazing meeting!

The setting of costumes and official positions is probably based on the Tang Dynasty.In ancient times, young men were indeed a group of people with lower social status than prostitutes. Brothels and brothels were allowed to have signboards, but small men's houses were generally not allowed to hang signboards.

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!