yellow sorghum

What a widow at the age of [-], you can't lose a child in middle age, what he said is really good, what he said is really touching and dignified, if an outsider listens to it, he will definitely say: "Mr. is really a miserable person."

But he is not an outsider, he is the son of that hard-working Mr. Yu, and he knows his father quite well.

The housekeeper looked at the boy lying on the quilt, the light hit his bangs, and a small shadow blocked his brows and eyes. He maintained that posture for a while, and his body suddenly trembled imperceptibly. He slowly raised his head, There was a chill in his eyes, which the housekeeper had never seen on him before. He was obviously more than 40 years older than the young master, but he was shocked when he saw that look, and there was a chill behind him. Such eyes are so familiar, In his mind, he overlapped with the man he served. It was indeed a father and son. The butler sighed in his heart. This child has the beautiful face of his mother, but has the spirit of his father. After being surprised, , He suddenly felt relieved, relieved that this child has the courage of his father, not the indecision of his mother.

At that moment, he seemed to understand Mr.'s intentions, let the child stay away from his hometown alone when he was young, what he wanted was for him to grow up and become independent quickly in his youth, although there was a small episode in the middle, But that goal seemed to have been achieved. When he saw the little baby wolf showing its paws to him, the butler even wanted to laugh at that moment.

"Son?" Yu Minglang laughed with sarcasm, his lips trembling, and there was a trace of unwillingness in his raised eyes, "Is he the only son? He has so many mistresses outside, no Maybe only my son!"

Those eyes suddenly widened, and the black pupils seemed to be shining with jewels, revealing a hint of madness. His tone was earnest, and his eyes were fixed on the housekeeper: "If he is willing, he will have many sons."

The butler looked at him with pity in his eyes, and finally shook his head slowly.

But seeing Yu Minglang suddenly clutching the corner of his back with his hands, leaning his upper body forward, like a leopard ready to go, he shouted in a loss of composure: "He can have it! He must have it, even if he doesn't There are other kids besides me, and I can't be the only one."

Why can't you lose a child in middle age!He has other sons, he is not alone!Could it be that Yu Zhengyan's sons are all dead and only he is left?

When Yu Minglang was still young, he once passed by the study and heard his father making a phone call. Yu Zhengyan's ear seemed to have accidentally touched the speaker, and a crisp "Dad" with a childish voice fell into his ear. In my ears, Yu Minglang was 11 years old at that time. He was holding the fruit juice brought from downstairs in his hand, and stayed at the door, quietly watching the man's tall figure. Looking at the table, he couldn't see his expression clearly, but he could feel the pleasure when he spoke back.

That was the first time he knew that his father had other children, he was not the only one, but he had never seen those children, not even heard some rumors.

Probably because I didn't know anything before, and I was so well protected. In other families like this, it is very normal for the male master to have a few illegitimate children outside. Even Liam mentioned that his father has another outsider. Xiao Yezhong was only two years younger than him. When the boy mentioned it, he didn't pay any attention to it, and even took it as a joke, but at that moment, in Yu Minglang's heart, something called betrayal It suddenly appeared, and took root in his heart when he was young. Probably since then, there has been some gap between him and Yu Zhengyan, the stubbornness of a child.

That night, he sneaked into Yu Zhengyan's study, and when the whole house fell into a deep sleep, he stole the dictionary with his mother's photo between his father. He felt that Yu Zhengyan was not worthy of having such a thing. It is a relic of his mother, and the photo is what his mother looked like before she was alive.

Later, Yu Zhengyan found out that the things were gone, but he acted so calmly that he was not even angry. He just told the housekeeper that the servant who came to clean his room that day was fired. He didn't feel sad at all because of the loss of his wife's belongings. , just made a hasty decision.

Yu Minglang came out of disappointment, and finally hoped that Yu Zhengyan would send him away. He thought he would stay until his twenties, when his wings were growing, but when he was still at this age, Just take him back, how can he be willing!

What do you mean only him!Ridiculous, these words are so absurd, I don’t know if it’s because of his illness, his emotions can’t be controlled well at all, the anger in his chest seems to overflow from his chest, he can’t stop it no matter what, he doesn’t choose what to say He didn't even think about what he was talking about, and his usual calmness and self-control disappeared completely. These words were so rebellious, if Yu Zhengyan heard them, how angry he would be.

The housekeeper's mood didn't fluctuate at all. He looked at Yu Minglang, who was slightly insane, and said to him: "Sir, don't say these words anymore, sir will not be happy if you hear it."

Yu Minglang: "Am I not right?"

Steward: "But you are the wife's son."

The ward fell into silence, Yu Minglang's lips were slightly parted: "What do you mean?"

Butler: "Master, your heart is like a mirror, isn't it?"

The housekeeper smiled at the corners of his eyes, looking at him calmly, Yu Minglang clenched his hands tightly and then loosened them, his lips were pale, but he didn't utter a word.

"The young master is the only son of the late wife."

Yu Minglang felt dizzy, as if someone was hitting his head with a mallet, making him not sure what night it was.

"So, it is impossible for other people's children to enter Yu's house. Even if there are, they are wild species. It is impossible to compare with you, young master. They will not enter Yu's house, and will not appear in front of you, young master."

Yu Zhengyan's wife, Sujuan, is the only daughter-in-law of the Yu family. The old man of the Yu family hand-picked her. family property.He is a man who puts loyalty and filial piety first, so that now, when Yu Zhengyan thinks of Su Juan, he is not the slightest bit sad, but rejoices in his heart, fortunately, she has a good stomach and won a man in one fell swoop.

The housekeeper looked at him kindly, and the fine lines at the corners of his eyes were wrinkled: "Master, you should be happy. You are the only heir to the Yu family. No one will come to share with you. Mister will help you get rid of everything. Just do your own thing well, and everything will be fine with Mr.

He walked over slowly and covered Yu Minglang with the quilt: "The young master is the only person who is connected with Mr. by blood. He has no parents, no wife, only you."

"You are a man of golden branches and jade leaves, you must take care of your health."

There was a smile in the housekeeper's eyes, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, and his expression carried a warning. Yu Minglang's anger was instantly quenched by a basin of cold water. At this time, he was like a helpless fish jumping on the shore. If he dies, he will be safe in the river, but he is different from other fish, he yearns for life on land.

Yu Minglang lay down following the butler's movements, with the quilt covering his chin, staring at the glowing chandelier, and suddenly asked: "How long will it take to go back?"

The butler thought for a while: "It will probably be this week."

Yu Minglang nodded: "Before returning to China, I want to go back to the apartment again."

The butler smiled: "I listen to the young master."

He closed his eyes, his face was pale and fragile, the housekeeper stroked his forehead, thinking, he is still a boy now, no matter how calm and impulsive, there must be someone beside him to remind him that when he was a boy, he always During the period of rebellious impulse, there will always be some unrealistic ideas, but this is the reality, a reality that he can't reverse no matter what.

The housekeeper tucked the quilt for him, with a smile on his face.

Once impulsive, it will be fine. The young master is a sensible person. He knows what he wants to do and how to do it is the best choice. This kind of thing will never happen again. One day he will understand Mr. Hard work, age is still a little too young.

When he closed the door for Yu Minglang, he was still thinking whether the thoughts abroad would be too free. In the past, his young master was obedient and sensible, and he did things properly. He would definitely not be like this now. Fortunately, he looked at A small lump bulged on the hospital bed. Fortunately, my husband took him back to the country.

Yu Minglang was discharged from the hospital on Friday. During this period, he cooperated with the doctor to infuse several bottles of nutrient solution, and his face finally turned rosy. In the morning, he finished his breakfast under the expectant eyes of the housekeeper. At this time, Melbourne was still at the end of winter. , the air was cool, and when I got up in the morning and looked outside, the sky was still gray.

He took the black woolen coat from the butler and put it on. The butler handed him a dark green scarf. The doctor stood outside with his hands in his pockets, looking at him with a smile on his face. Time waved to him: "Congratulations to the hospital."

Translation: Congratulations on being discharged from the hospital.

Apart from the doctor, there were also two tall white men standing outside. These were the people Yu Zhengyan had sent to protect him. Except for that one time, these two men appeared in his sight again. Their cheeks were firm and their eyes were fixed. , when Yu Minglang came out, he shouted in blunt Chinese: "Master."

Then he followed behind him. It seemed that his study abroad career had really come to an end. He had been here for three years, and he was about to leave in a hurry before he even finished his studies.

Several people took the elevator down, and there were two black cars parked at the entrance of the hospital. The housekeeper opened the door for him, and put his hand on the frame of the car. Sometimes Yu Minglang felt that he was a housekeeper and his half-nanny. Glancing at the man, he stepped into the car, and then the door was closed, and the butler went around to sit in the front co-pilot.

He glanced at Yu Minglang in the rearview mirror, and said to him: "Let's go back to the apartment first, the plane at [-] o'clock in the afternoon, and go directly back to City A."

He took out a small display screen from his pocket, which should be a schedule or something. He swiped up and down a few times with his fingers, took out his glasses from his pocket and looked closely for a while: "Mr. will be back in the evening, The next morning, I will take the young master to make a new school uniform and go through the enrollment procedures."

Yu Minglang frowned: "Why are you in such a hurry?"

The butler put the glasses back into his pocket and smiled: "The schools in China are about to start. Sir, I hope you can go in early. After all, the most important thing for the young master now is your studies."

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