The Regent is my cat

Hearing that Yan Chen got up, the lotus petal was still stuck between his eyebrows, but his expression became stern. It's not that he hasn't checked Jian Linqing's mother and concubine, but it has been too long, and the information he found is that Jian's mother loves Jian Linqing very much, because he His physical reasons have always kept him in the palace. Now, combining various circumstances, it seems that this past is far less simple than the information found.

There was a burst of tenderness between his brows - it was Jian Linqing who raised his hand and took off the lotus petal, his face was rarely calm, his blue eyes looked at the old woman, as if he was about to touch an old dream, "Jian Yang is My mother."

"...That's right."

Jian Linqing took out the silver and handed it to her, "Grandma, I want all the lotus pods on your boat, can you tell me about my mother?"

The old man already had the heart to say that he was even more happy when he got the money, "I also watched your mother grow up. I used to live next door to your house. Your mother is the youngest daughter, and there are two pieces on her head. Brother, he has been eccentric since he was a child, and he looks good. We all say that this face is enough to enter the palace and be a concubine. After she is old, the person who comes to propose marriage is really, I will never forget that In the scene, even the son of Jinling prefect at that time came.

But your mother doesn’t marry anyone. She once told me that she wanted to be a businessman and follow your family’s caravan. Taking a caravan to various countries for business, your mother told her family from Jiji until she was 17 years old, and they agreed to let her also run a business. At that time, every time I saw your mother riding a horse into this alley, but I'm really envious.

Five or six years after that, your mother was not among the people who came back. Your grandfather told me that she was married. Looking at you, your mother married a foreigner. No wonder she never came back, but I I heard that when your grandfather passed away, he still read your mother's name..."

Jian Linqing felt a sudden pain in her heart, "She definitely wants to come back, it's just that she's gone, after giving birth to me, she's gone."

After giving birth to him, she can only be trapped in the deep palace. For her, what is the difference between death?

"Then what about my...grandmother, are they still there?"

"Oh, the world is so impermanent. Not long after your grandfather passed away, your grandmother followed him. Your uncle and the others moved away after living there for a few years. I don't know where they are now."

Separation seems to be too simple a matter, even if it is close relatives, there will be a day when they will never see each other again.

On the way back, Jian Linqing was silent all the way, Yan Chen knew that he was not feeling well, he held his hand, his fingers clasped tightly, he was waiting, waiting for the moment when Jian Linqing needed him.

Before that moment, he would not rush to comfort.

Jian Linqing walked along the veranda all the way to the back garden, and Jian Tuantuan was playing on the courtyard wall. It liked the moss growing along the gaps very much, and enjoyed them every day. over there.

Jian Linqing looked at it quietly, and said softly, "If she had a cat, it would have been like this."

What a harmonious family it must be, loving parents, brothers and sisters, growing up in this small city shrouded in mist and rain, being open and lively in the love of family members, running a business when they want to run a business, measuring rivers and mountains, and seeing the world .

If they hadn't stepped into the border of Xijue, hadn't been attacked by bandits, and even if he hadn't been born, then everything would not be what it is today.

He suddenly let go of Yan Chen's hand, turned around and walked towards the warehouse, where the things he packed up from the old courtyard were kept.

Hibiscus has always been good at tidying up things, even if some sundries can no longer be distinguished due to the age, she still keeps them in the cage.

He rummaged through it, eager to find any trace of the past in this long-abandoned mansion, and to touch the appearance of his relatives that remained in the memories of others.

There was only one small window in the small warehouse, and it was closed tightly. After a while, Jian Linqing broke out in sweat. As far as he could see, Yan Chen was standing beside him, fanning him with the folding fan in his hand, "Look for whatever you want, I will accompany you."

Jian Linqing was speechless and just nodded in a muffled voice.

After searching almost half of the warehouse, he finally found an old and damaged Book of Songs. The cover was torn in half, and only half of the words of the Book of Songs remained, with clumsy and childish flowers and grass on the side.

Jian Linqing looked around, then simply squatted down, put the book on the ground, and opened it carefully.

The name of the owner was written on the title page, two crooked words - Jian Yang.

This is her book, maybe for school.

Jian Linqing flipped through the pages lightly, fearing not to break the fragile pages, probably due to the good quality of the ink, most of the handwriting left on it after so many years can still be seen.

She looks like a little girl who doesn't like reading. The pages of the book are full of clumsy drawings, including little flowers, little grasses, little rabbits, and a gentleman with horns on his head.

There are even comic strips, with a few strokes of a scribbled villain, and two strokes drawn on the head are pigtails. With pigtails and a sword in hand, the villain starts his own little adventure.

She seems to be different from other girls since she was a child.

Turning back, this book is probably discarded, and there are some ugly little words——

"Today, my father was punished by my mother to kneel on the washboard for throwing me off the horse."

"I want to eat three bowls of rice, but my mother won't let me, saying I will get fat. I am not afraid of getting fat, but I am afraid of being hungry."

"After eating three bowls of rice, I couldn't fall asleep."

Further on, there are distinctly different handwritings.

"Yangyang, Wang Erhu asked me to ask you for him, can you make friends with him?"

"No."

"Why, he has a lot of snacks."

"He's not as tall as I am and just eats snacks. Last time he accidentally hit a stone and cried for a full quarter of an hour. I don't want to be friends with such a squeamish ghost."

"Yangyang..."

The following words couldn't be read clearly, Jian Linqing looked at it for a while and didn't see it and didn't struggle, then looked back.

This thin book will soon come to an end, Jian Yang, his blood mother, Jian Linqing saw her before she became his mother.

She is so enthusiastic, lively, with unparalleled vigor, has what she wants to do, and is loved by all her relatives. She is a very pleasing girl.

It was as if the whole world was in her hands, waiting for her to set foot on it.

She is completely different from her mother, Jian Linqing has no way to connect the hysterical woman in the deep palace with the person made up of these words.

It's like people from two worlds.

He turned to the last page, and the moment he saw it clearly, his heart seemed to be tightly squeezed by someone's hand.

It was a painting that took up a blank page.

There are five people in the painting, and each person's eyes are outlined with a curved ink line.

They are all laughing.

Everyone is laughing. They lived in this courtyard many years ago, and they know every plant and tree in the house. The elders have their own small world, and the children have their secret world.

They will also shake their fans to cool off on summer nights. Parents tell stories about the past. Children will play hide-and-seek in the dark. They will worry about their livelihood and imagine the future. Touched, they will have quarrels, they will lose their temper, but they will make up because they love each other.

This is home, a story that belongs to the past without him, and a treasure that he longs for but can never have.

Wisps of scorching heat came out of his eyes, and Jian Linqing met Yan Chen's eyes in his blurred vision, and he smiled and said, "It's so dusty here."

As he spoke, he stood up, and the world spun for a moment, followed by darkness in front of his eyes. Jian Linqing was no stranger to this feeling. He knew that he was going to fall, but his waist tightened and he was pulled into his arms.

Jian Linqing was weak all over, he couldn't control his sobs, he said softly, "The ash is really big."

Too big to hold back the tears.

Yan Chen looked at those green eyes with dilated pupils, and lazily picked him up, "I'll take you to rest."

Jian Linqing nestled into this reassuring embrace, and he was still holding the dilapidated book of poetry in his hand, so carefully, like holding a fragile gem.

Yan Chen looked at it, his heart filled with pain.

He took Jian Linqing back to the bedroom and gave him medicine, and when he was more emotionally stable, he took him to the bathing pool. When he was preparing his clothes, he met Yang Xi who was looking for someone. After giving some instructions, he went in and stood behind the screen. Pay attention to the movement in the bath.

The sound of water continued for a long time, until Yan Chen was so worried that he couldn't help but want to go in and have a look, and finally stopped. After a while, Jian Linqing came out with wet hair and bare feet.

Facing Shang Yanchen's worried eyes, he subconsciously smiled, "I'm fine."

He didn't know how forced he was smiling, Yan Chen pulled him to sit down on the couch, stuffed the cat doll that looked like Yan Manman into his arms, and wiped his wet hair without saying a word.

For a moment, there was only the sound of shallow breathing. Jian Linqing pinched the doll's cat ears, felt the soft caress on the hair, and said in a low voice, "I never thought she would be such a person. Since I can remember, there has been no I saw her smile. She has never lived with me, and every time she comes to see me, she always beats and scolds."

Yan Chen's hand stopped, and he went on to say: "At first I thought she was a monster, but later I found out that she was my mother, and then I realized that not all mothers are like her, look, she My own mother is not like that.

Probably because she hates me. I heard from the palace people that it was the king of Xijue who rescued her family who was attacked by sand bandits. They walked together and fell in love after that. After sending him away, the king of Xijue confessed his identity. My mother, she regretted it and tried every means to leave, but after having me, she couldn't escape. She was locked in the palace and could never return to Jinling. "

"If I had died in her stomach, maybe it would have been different..."

Yan Chen leaned over to hug him, and said in a deep voice, "It's not your fault. If the King of the Western Jue insists on having someone, there are plenty of ways to make her obey, and it's not just because of you."

Jian Linqing stared at him blankly, with pure doubt in her eyes, "But she always said, without me..."

Yan Chen sat on the couch and pinched the back of his neck, "No, isn't it more effective to threaten your mother's family directly than threatening your mother's family with an unformed fetus? Her words are just an excuse to abuse you to make her feel at ease .”

Jian Linqing felt his nose sore, he hugged the doll in his arms tightly, "Then she is good or bad."

The inhuman abuse that has been endured for so many years is contained in the word "good or bad". It is the past that Jian Linqing would wake up in shock even in his dreams. Shen, like a child who has been wronged and looking for comfort, "She is really good and bad."

Yan Chen's heart ached so much, he held her in his arms, patted his trembling back lightly, pecked and kissed his tears, and murmured softly, "Yes, it's her fault, not your fault. "

Jian Linqing didn't even cry much. He just frowned, pursed his lips, and shed tears without saying a word. He obediently raised his head and was kissed. It filled his heart, but made his tears flow more fiercely.

He has never been loved like this, for his twisted body, for his few lives, for his bruised soul.

He was so happy and so sad.

But he didn't say anything, he swallowed joy and reluctance together like swallowing crying, only tears were unscrupulous.

He fell asleep in Yan Chen's arms. They were lying on the soft couch together, hugging so tightly, they were all supported in the empty dream.

He made a wish while he was half asleep, he wanted to have a dream.

In that dream, he would spend a long life with Yan Chen and become gray-haired together.

The author has something to say: Yes, baby, you will have a long life.

Oh, my dears, don't laugh at me, I really cried when I wrote it, and my heart hurts me so much.