without me

As long as I often go to help my father with things, I know that the more opportunities to follow, the more I will know.

Sometimes I go out to drink, chat about private affairs and war situations during the dinner, and sometimes strengthen interpersonal relationships. I use it to deal with the younger generation. leave an impression.

I really used it, like a broom and spoon, used to make his ideals.

Jiang Mansion is the place where we grew up. Although there is no vitality, it is better than going back and forth too complicated. I am glad that Jiang Ci didn't force himself to get closer, otherwise the loss outweighs the gain.

From the conversation, it is easy to hear that something is wrong. The father's right and left seem to be two different things that people say—not necessarily, but it seems to be two sides of the matter.

Those old guys looked at us as if they were watching prey, they were not hunters, they could vaguely see wolves, tigers and leopards.

I smacked my lips and clicked my tongue instead of complaining. I really can't let the children get too close to these people.

The master always asked us—individually, of course, and went out to "see the world" with him.

The second child was engaged to a man, but the other party was hunted and killed by bandits while driving. Before he could put on the red hijab, he put on white clothes first.

The master didn't care about her feelings, and on the surface he let the second child stay alone calmly, but in fact he only cared about the impact of the "daughter who lost her husband before she got married" on him, so he didn't take her to see the so-called "world".The third child is lazy, the fourth child doesn't know where to go all day, Jiang Ci is unfamiliar, and chasing Yan has his own little thoughts.

Now there is only me left and right, willing to be a broom and spoon, it seems that he has kind intentions.

I didn't say a word the whole time, no matter how much I raised my hands, I was still similar to a man, but I heard everything that allowed me to listen.

I swallowed what I could understand and what I couldn't understand, and I gradually became convinced that what I felt at first was not right.

The inaction of officials, the worsening of the famine, coupled with the intensified war, two words are written between the lines——

... to be chaotic.

There are three types of people the master visits, conscientious, ready to move, and erratic.I understood why he was so cautious when he went out, avoiding people's eyes and ears.

"Humph."

When I got into the carriage when I left, the master lowered the curtain and began to gasp, but still had a smile on his face, very cautious.

"Fortunately, they are some old and dim-sighted people who speak in secret... teach others to look down on them."

I just sat in my seat, leaning my elbows on the window to look at the scenery along the way, and slowly replied: "All the juniors... Strange, none of them are promising."

"yes."

"That's right, it's not a thought that can do business."

The other party looked at me, "Xu'er...you don't understand, what can you children do now, everything depends on the future."

"...Yes, Xu'er's qualifications are still inexperienced, and my father taught me that."

I lowered my eyes, lost all emotion, thought of my fourth child in a trance, and sighed: "It's just that at this age, Xu'er already knows every inch of the country, and dealing with famous teachers, Xu'er feels ashamed."

He immediately lowered his face, luckily he was in the carriage, if he was in the mansion, he might have already drawn out his stick, ready to reprimand him again.

"It's okay if I don't mention it, but if I mention it, I will be angry," he said, "When I ran away from home, why did Xu'er stand on Wenru's side?"

I smiled strangely, "Father, Xu'er is not on Wenru's side—I just think he grows up too fast.

"Compared to Yu Shan... Wen Ru seems like an adult."

Sighing so far, I can't help but compare the third child with the fourth child. The length of time is really hard to figure out. Only people in the world will use their lifespan to compare with one.

The master snorted again, "Wen Runa is lucky to come back safely and soundly. If there is any accident on the way, brother will take him now."

The "brother" here is self-evident, it's not me, but Jiang Yushan.

Is this a preference for the "true" eldest son?

I can't guess whether it's because I have a narrow prejudice against Jiang Wenru, or because... I was the one who talked to him about this matter.

Xin Dao Jiang Yushan's short-sighted appearance, I'm afraid it will spoil Wenru.But these words can only be kept in the stomach, digested and turned into waste.

What else did the master say, I only listened to it selectively, and it was mostly complaints about struggling to make ends meet.

"Those old guys thought they could fool me." His voice was very ugly with the sound of the wheels rolling.

The driver pulled the hemp rope to stop, and the sound of the wood and the ground being squeezed also disappeared.The horse's hoof suddenly sank through the carriage, and the scene outside the window was all too familiar.

"I finally figured out a way... If I can really move Jiang Fu, I, Jiang Youwei, will give him ten heads!"

At this point, he patted his clothes and got out of the car, and the master smiled again when he got out of the car door, "Amiable".

I also followed, staring at the other person's back and walking slowly while thinking.

Ten heads?Well, what a bold man, he is such a master who cares about his family.

I'm so curious... where did you get ten heads for someone.

It's so fresh to carry the big flag and uphold righteousness. When Si Yiniang left, I didn't see you give Jiang Ci and Jiang Zhuiyan such spirit.

I couldn't help laughing to myself, today's "heartfelt words" are really touching, touching.

When I got off the bus and returned home, I didn't leave immediately. The master suddenly spoke when I was feeling emotional, which shocked me.

Fortunately, the response was timely and there was no disturbance. He ordered the boy to call all the children and leave me in the study.

"father."

I put down the scroll and looked up, the third one arrived first.

"Yu Shan," the master called lovingly, reaching out to pat the chair beside him, "Come, sit down."

Jiang Yushan moved his eyes down in response, and laughed out loud when he saw me sitting upright on the saddle.

"Brother don't you think it's annoying?"

I saw his comfortable posture, and replied with an inexplicable expression: "Yu Shan is too worried."

"Then..."

"Brother is 'a little' taller than you because of his age." I interrupted his timely "concern", with a hint of gratitude in my tone.

The fourth child and Jiang Ci came in one by one after Chasing Yan, and happened to meet Jiang Yushan who was glaring with resentment.

"In this way, you and I can look at each other," I continued sweetly, "Yu Shan, you never like to move, so you don't have to bother to look up at me."

I brought a few chairs in total, and the study room couldn’t fit any more, so I pulled out my horse and sat down. As expected, he started to think too much, wondering whether “Jiang Xu” had fallen into poverty in Jiang’s residence.

I didn't care whether the other party was speechless or not. Although it was an exaggerated statement just now, it described him like a bastard anyway.

But it made the fourth child couldn't hold back the corner of his mouth, and I put the stool on a stable place to signal to sit down with peace of mind.

Uncharacteristically, Jiang Ci stared at the master intently.

Jiang Yushan seemed to have sensed another gaze, impatiently he could only suppress his anger and ask, "Ask Ru, what do you do?"

"It's not a big deal..." Jiang Wenru folded his robe and sat upright, looking out of the study, "By the way, is sister Yiqiong coming?"

I couldn't see the second child from left to right, and the master frowned slightly, put down the ink and put down the brush, "Yu Shan, where's your sister?"

"Last night, I was sick and made a lot of fuss... Tsk, I almost cried a river," Jiang Yushan raised his head, unable to see his expression, "Mother took her to the graveyard early in the morning to meet her deceased husband, and she hasn't come back yet."

I tidied up the books by the table and put them back on the shelf, piled up in rows, and in my hand happened to be a post about my second child getting married.There were mostly men in the family, and Zhui Yan was still young at that time, and some things could not be answered after asking all over the house.Fumbling for this insignificant and slightly bulging copy, I remembered that my second child was holding a brush in the room, carefully tracing the characters stroke by stroke.

There were mostly men in the family, and Zhui Yan was still young at the time, and some things could not be answered after asking all over the house——

But I know, I saw with my own eyes the candlelight in my second child’s eyes, with a petal of Clivia next to it, with the remaining fragrance, I carefully wrote down a sentence that was not very neat, "I wish to win a heart, and the white head will not be separated" .

I quietly put the ground ink on the case, but she didn't notice, picked up the paper and looked at it carefully, as if she was not satisfied and had nothing to do.Dropping the tip of the pen again, two people who are closely related come out of the black path, one is the beloved husband, and the other is his own name, Jiang Yiqiong.

"Yiqiong?" I saw that the other party's elbow was almost stained with ink, and I reached out to wrap her sleeves around her arm, and reminded me aloud, "Be careful."

Breaking away from concentrating, Jiang Yiqiong stretched her eyebrows, smiled and piled up the dry words and put them away, "I'm in a trance."

The papers with names and poems written on them were folded squarely in twos and threes, randomly inserted into a manuscript.She put Clivia gently on the table, and did not forget to thank me.

"Words are not as good as brother, just kidding." Jiang Yiqiong rubbed the side of her finger to a point of black, and cleaned her hands aside.

It doesn't matter if I say it, a pleasant laugh leaked from her nose, and then stopped as if feeling rude, and it didn't take long, but she still couldn't hold it back.Jiang Yiqiong asked: "Brother, do you understand this 'white heads never leave each other'?"

"I still don't understand 'wish to win someone's heart', how can I get a chance to understand this." I said with a smile.

The other party turned his back to me, "Is there no one you like, brother?" Speaking of this, she also joked, "Yiqiong is getting married, but brother is still a firewood that hasn't been burned."

Even if the master is not allowed to call "Sister" or "Miss", after all, this living person has something more and something less.After all, I can't let any girl be wronged to marry me as a "dummy", and I can't completely change my appearance in everyone's hearts into a man.Jiang Yiqiong asked me to speak and help, probably because of this lady's delicate thoughts, I was too embarrassed to let my parents and younger brother see it, but I really wanted to say it, so I became the best candidate.

I couldn't help but look down, my whole body was covered with boy's clothes sewn by my mother, how could anyone be willing to marry such a young master?

Yiqiong smiles like a flower that doesn't want to wither when it blooms. The red hijab on the wedding dress seems to have her lover's face imprinted on it. She looks at her with her eyes, looks at her every day, and responds to her with her mouth every day. laugh.That person was also on his way, carrying in his hand the hopes that the villagers had not had enough to eat or wear, and which they had finally obtained, which should belong to them.

Just looking forward to it day by day, until the young servant who is often accompanied by the other party rushed to Jiang's mansion first, had a talk with the master, and the other party was ashamed before leaving.I quietly listened to the wind, and felt that my in-laws were going to make some moves.But the master's expression made me feel uneasy, and the servants gradually stopped preparing for the wedding.

Until the eve of the big wedding, Jiang Yiqiong also realized the change, and continued to wait in disbelief until the in-laws and the leaders wiped their tears for a visit.

She rushed out of the house happily to hear something.

"Master Jiang..." The in-laws choked up, "My son, my son..." The master ordered the maid to support him, and the second aunt's usually indifferent brows gradually crowded, and the palm on Jiang Yushan's shoulder grabbed it unbearably.

The little maid tried her best to support and protect her in-laws, who kept wailing. "I, my son..." He slammed his crutches on the ground, the sound was muffled but piercing, "That bandit who killed a thousand swords——!"

There was an unstoppable trembling in the words, as if a piece of stone was thrown into the river to stir up waves.

And at the bottom of the river, lay Jiang Yiqiong, who had been hit hard by a stone and pierced into the heart without the slightest hesitation.Just watching the stones smash in, she lay on the bottom of the river and looked out quietly, until the mud on the stones made the river dirty, and she could no longer see what the sky looked like.

Is it blue, is it clear, is it good-looking?Jiang Yiqiong didn't blink until the people on the river bank stopped talking.

She couldn't see the swamp all over her eyes, she only knew that the stones piled up on her body were the weight of a certain corpse.

I was holding the manuscript in my hand, which contained Jiang Yiqiong's crooked poems at that time, and was taken to the master's study by the servant in a daze.

The master didn't pay attention to her, he probably got confused by learning how to write.Jiang Yiqiong lit a candle in the room, held the pen trembling with emotion, and wrote over and over again until her arms were no longer afraid.She took the best-written one so far to the graveyard.The names of the two have become the most familiar strokes in memory, and one of them has already been engraved on the stele.Jiang Yiqiong hugged her abdomen with her hands that were no longer trembling, and squatted down slowly.She realized that she couldn't stop screaming in her heart, and it was like some kind of torture that blocked her throat, choking her throat.

This shout is hoarse and silent in my memory.

"Let her go," the master waved his big hand, and added later, "It's better to spend more time with Aju."

Chen Ju is the second wife of the Jiang family after my mother, Ruan Chenji.Unlike Wei Lianzhi, she has no emotions about anything, her eyes are indifferent, and she doesn't fight or grab.Such a woman has descendants like Jiang Yushan who don't sarcasm and never give up. On the contrary, Wei Lianzhi looks like he is killing and swallowing people, and gave birth to Jiang Wenru who is dedicated to learning.

When I was young, I always suspected that the two of you were holding the wrong child, and I was taught by my father with sticks when I asked quietly. Curiosity turned into a red mark on my back.

"I started packing up early in the morning... Tsk." Jiang Yushan complained impatiently that he lived next to Second Aunt, and that wall hardly played a role in sound insulation.Whether it's his sister's suppressed crying or his mother's comfort, there will be the movement of copying and chanting sutras in normal times, which makes him feel very disturbed.

Unpromising temper, I cursed in my stomach, I had already packed up the scrolls in my hand, and sat on my little mazza again.

Looking around, everyone seemed to be used to it, and let Jiang Yushan vomit bitterness, bury his grievances here and there, in an endless posture.Only at this time, the master would look at him with slightly disappointed eyes, and he was not lacking in doting.

"Okay," the master interrupted, "Yu Shan shouldn't complain too much about your sister and Aju, just be considerate."

When I heard the words "persuasion", I followed suit, and saw that the other party's expression was still not at ease, and turned my attention to the master.

He raised his hand to signal to listen, Jiang Ci stared at him from beginning to end, and Zhui Yan restrained his curiosity.

Then he took out a folded paper, and everyone was shocked to see the appearance of the lines. It was a memorial that should have appeared only in court.After thinking about it, it can only be discarded, but the master took it seriously on the case.Slightly disperse according to the force, and find some words if you can see, mostly to be alert.

The master folded his hands and glanced, "Do you understand the internal and external troubles?"

Jiang Yushan said: "The hozens are fighting each other, it has been like this since ancient times."

"Don't worry about it?" Jiang Wenru suddenly said, with a sigh in his chest, "...how could it be a hozen."

"I don't know who is the king, he is much worse than the fierce tiger." He stared at the other party in amazement, and his words seemed to be natural.

The gap in concepts is clear at a glance, worries and reasonable thoughts collide, Jiang Yushan has no real concept when he leaves the door, but Jiang Wenru is a little pessimistic——

It is said that the tree fell and the monkeys scattered, but the opponent was obviously not weak at all, and even the strengths and weaknesses of the ground were getting stronger and stronger, and they seemed to kick the tiger over.The master also knew it very well in his heart, and secretly mocked the tiger's solution - reluctantly giving the other party a rose that he cultivated himself, and loudly publicized how beautiful and fragrant the rose is.What kind of tiger is this? It's clearly a butterfly that dies when pinched, even if it has an extra ability to grow flowers.

I clenched my fist and rested my chin, propped it on the cross-legged legs, and told Wenru that even if he behaved like this, as a "tiger", I still had the strength to stop his heavy thoughts.Jiang Yushan was about to laugh when he saw it, but the corner of his mouth was stopped halfway.

"How do you think the other party is a hozen?" The master frowned, "No matter how stupid a tiger is, it won't be so stupid as to flatter a hozen."

What Jiang Yushan said hurriedly, echoing and shifting his gaze, his fingers scratched his palm unconsciously.From this point of view, the tiger's seat in Jiang's mansion belongs to the master, and I can't help but find it funny when I think of it—both the servants and us are all hozens, just look at Yu Shanhou's fearfulness.

Well, I shouldn't have deserted at this time, thinking of these little monkeys with round ears and red faces on their heads.The monkey who cursed, the monkey who gnawed on the book, the little monkey who hid behind my back, the little monkey who wanted to run out all day to have fun...

"What did Xu'er think of?" Tiger glanced here, "Xu'er."

I calmed down and put down the hand covering my mouth, and waved without saying a word.

What were you talking about just now?Hozen... No cough, internal and external troubles.

His eyes darkened, and he asked in a deep voice, "If... I mean if, the monkey will hit us on the head tomorrow."

Although the tone was very ordinary, the content was deafening, the room suddenly fell silent, looking back, everyone changed from a casual posture to a serious sitting, even Jiang Ci also deviated unconsciously from focused listening, careful attention can be found that the breathing is obviously stagnant , lost in thought.

Jiang Yushan's throat choked, and he blurted out: "It's important to save your life."

The subconscious reveals the true thoughts, but it is completely believable that this is also the thoughts of everyone in the room.The hozens are so hopeless, and they cowardly cowardly urge themselves to escape.

The master looked around at everyone with the same expression, stretched out his hand and stroked lightly on the fold, and the gap that had leaked out was re-closed.

"External troubles are a problem, and so are internal troubles." He asked the second question, "So, if tigers want to fight in groups tomorrow, tomorrow the blade may be on your neck..."

With a shudder on my back, I repeated Jiang Yushan's words just now, but the inside was extremely indescribable.

"...Saving your life is the most important thing."

"How do you protect it?" he asked, "How do you plan to protect it? Tigers fight in groups, and any one of them may eat you. This is called staring at you."

Having said that, I have made it clear that I am a tiger first, and tigers also have struggles. The question of "how" to be a tiger is the second question—this question should be considered first in the current situation.

Why not become a hozen?Some people tell you that you were born a tiger, and you can't die being a ridiculous monkey, not to mention they are not much better.

It is not for no reason that the master suddenly called everyone here and brought up the topic himself.I usually hear about these things a little bit. Some monkeys are coming. Although the monkeys are blocked, they are very aggressive. The monkey king is gone. Strange.

Most of these things have been heard since childhood, and they are too far away from the well-protected young master and lady—we all understand that maybe one day it will fall on us.Even the tiger is going to take the opportunity to marry the monkey so as not to fight to protect the stability of the country, which has become a topic of discussion among people. Monkeys are probably still monkeys, and a tiger that does not protect itself by resistance is not a tiger.

It's all too far away, and it's not the turn of useless young people to think about it.

But now it's time to think, the pursuer "Death" is running very fast.

The master left a message to make everyone open their eyes and prick up their ears, but they still couldn't calm down after they dispersed.

The swallows flying around seemed to have built a nest on the other side of the eaves a few days ago, no wonder the chirping and busy movements could be heard.

Although Jiang Wenru was pessimistic about this, he was the first to get rid of his troubled emotions, and went out to read sage books with his things in his hands.

"Fifth," I thought for a long time, "let's discuss it."

After the other party left the study room, he returned to calmness with his usual heartless temper. When he heard me calling him, he turned around in a daze, "Ah? What's wrong, bro."

Avoiding the servants working in twos and threes around me, I whispered, "Aren't you going to Yuanshan Temple, take me with you, how many people can the wooden sign get in?"

"I heard that it depends on the situation. The monk opens the door to meet people. There may be a sign to enter, or two or three people may be fine. Probably... depends on the face."

I heard that the gate of Yuanshan Temple is closed except for the time period of worshiping Buddha and chanting scriptures. I heard that there was a big disturbance due to the intrusion of gangsters in the past, so I gritted my teeth and established this rule.

"Sister, what do you think?" He asked quietly.

"Just... oh, let's go and clear our minds." It was only because I was afraid, I thought that I had nothing to worry about except Jiang Ci and Jiang Zhuiyan, and watched them settle down and prepare to leave.

Hearing this, he was still scared, he was a hopeless hozen.I laughed sarcastically through my nose, and didn't try to stop my fear - because it was impossible.

All the way, maybe after sleeping, I will still cowardly imagine whether those few words are dreams.Hurry back to An Yi's protection, chase Yan in front of the house, close the door with something in his arms and come out.

Jiang Ci was about to enter his room, and he couldn't hold back his curiosity and whispered in a blink of an eye: "Zhiyuan? Chasing Yan, what are you doing with this?"

"Ah? My brother asked me what I wanted during the Dragon Boat Festival." She scratched her head shyly. "I came back a little early that day, so I put it in the closet and went to rest. I forgot."

Speaking of which, I also forgot all about it, so I bought two myself after chasing Yan Budao, one for me, and one for Jiang Ci if he wanted to go out for an outing.

"I'm not a child anymore, so I don't need anything." He raised his eyebrows and smiled arrogantly, and suddenly remembered that I asked Zhui Yan to buy a paper kite, the corner of his mouth dropped before he could raise it, and covered his mouth in panic and exaggeration.

"...the water that was thrown out when I said it," I made a horrifying expression in accordance with the situation - if there was the scar on the cook's face, the effect would be even better.

"The doors and windows are all closed...be careful."

The other party still covered his mouth tightly and did not let go, made a humming sound, "hid" into the nest in "fear", and continued to stick out his tongue with that smiling face outside the door before closing the door.

Looking at Jiang Zhuiyan in front of me, I lamented that the two leather children were indeed born by the same mother.

But the fourth aunt is such a gentle and gentle person, and the master is also quite deep in the city, so I don't know who brought her temper.

Very naughty.

...It seems that I brought it out?