Shuang Xiaohan and Meizi

Covered in darkness, the small courtyard was quiet and deserted, only the soft light of a full moon in the night sky.A warm pavilion was simply cleaned up in front, and Ying Wumei was sleeping in it at the moment. Outside the house, on the long corridor connecting several houses, someone was sitting by the railing, holding a jade jug that had never left her body for many years.

Staring blankly at the opposite railing, there are a few lines of small characters engraved on the most inconspicuous place at the bottom.

"One went to Changsha for a mover, and looked west at Chang'an, but he didn't see his home.

The jade flute is played on the Yellow Crane Tower, and plum blossoms fall in May in Jiangcheng. '

"Plum blossoms fall in May in Jiangcheng." After taking a sip of wine, Qi Diaoming murmured this sentence repeatedly.

"Father." The son called softly from behind, and without looking back, he took another sip of wine.

"The ceremony..." He hesitated, "Is it over?"

"Yes." Mo Lun came and sat down opposite him. "Father should drink less alcohol. There was someone who persuaded me when my mother was there, but since my mother passed away..."

"When did you know?" Qi Diaoming's inexplicable sentence cut off his son's advice, and he stared sharply at the son in front of him who he raised and loved with all his heart.

"Very early, long before you can imagine." Morun answered directly and simply, without even the slightest pause. It can be seen that he had already guessed all his father's thoughts, so he only appeared at this moment .

"You actually understand what your mother asked you before she passed away." With such a perfect answer without sensuality, he even deceived himself.

"Yes." For the person who raised him, his feelings are complicated, and he is grateful for her selfless upbringing over the years, treating him like a parent and child; but every time he thinks about that night of death, what is the reason for his life? Even if he died, he would inevitably vent his anger.

"Then you still agreed to become the heir and complete the ascension ceremony with Lingzi?" Qi Diaoming looked at his son in confusion, and suddenly felt that the son he had grown up with seemed to have escaped from his wings. At that time, a huge change took place.

"This is that man's wish, or in other words, what my father promised to that man. I should fulfill it. This is my responsibility as a son of man." Every time he talked about that man, Morun, whose eyes were flat, always became unusually gentle, This is probably the relationship between a parent and a child connected by flesh and blood.

"Mo Lun, you always have a way to break my opinion of you and give me a new understanding." Qi Diaoming smiled self-deprecatingly. He always felt that he had devoted all his efforts to his eldest son. Now it seems that he is too Too presumptuous.

"Father made a joke." Morun's expression remained unchanged.

"Do you hate me?" Qi Diaoming sighed quietly.

"Never." Mo Lun shook his head, or to be precise, he doesn't hate it anymore. In the past, he also hated, hated the person in front of him, hated the entire Lacquer Diao Mansion, the place that took away his life, This huge cage of humanity.

His son's answer made his heart tighten when he didn't come. He took a breath, and said, "After tonight, you will start a month-long confinement life. , Everything else is up to you, and Elder Ying and I will leave the Forbidden Garden tomorrow morning and seal the door from the outside."

"My child understands."

Qi Diaoming smiled sadly, his eyes were full of bitterness, "I thought I could get you out of your fate, but in the end I pushed you on the same path as myself." He paused, "However, Qi Diaoming no longer needs a second chance. There is only one lacquer carving, and the spirit race does not need a second Lingluomei. Do you understand?" The majesty and solemnity in his eyes replaced the sad look, and he stared at his tall and straight son, hoping that the tragedy of that year would not happen again on him.

Morun didn't answer his words, but stroked the small characters engraved under the railing next to him, "His handwriting is straight and elegant, and the pen is soft but strong, and the suppleness and strength of his character are also reflected in this short stroke." It's fully revealed in the short 28 characters."

There was no reason for what the son said, but there was infinite tenderness in his eyes, and Qi Diao smiled sadly, "He is a gentle and submissive person. He once said that the most real memory and the happiest life in this life are the only one month in this forbidden garden." day."

He looked around the whole yard, the evening breeze blows gently, blowing the leaves rustling, the inside is full of shadows of falling plums, the corner by the wall used to have the sweaty but happy smiling faces of falling plums when they worked hard to grow vegetables; in the warm pavilion On a few days when it snows, Luomei always likes to nest there with her. He hugs him with one hand from behind, and the warm quilt covers the two of them. They each hold a book and read each other's world. Unexpectedly fit; under the hibiscus tree, Luomei always likes to stay there for a long time every morning, but it's a pity it's not spring, otherwise you can see that kind of pink fluffy flowers.

After taking a sip of wine, Qi Diaoming stood up, "It's getting late, you should hurry back to the Ling Temple."

"Father."

Morun called out, but saw him staring blankly at a piece of deserted land in the distance, and sighed, knowing that his father probably wouldn't listen to what he was saying right now.

never mind!There are some things that lose their original meaning when they are spoken out. With my father's shrewdness, I believe he will find out in a short time, but this must be based on the premise that he still maintains a clear mind and reason.

Turning his back, a slight smile appeared on his lips. It was the first night from being sensible to now that he was really happy from the bottom of his heart. Sheng Lian, who was lying in his arms and fell asleep like a lazy kitten just now, seemed to be The foreseeable future is a bit difficult for the father, and...

Mo Lun looked up at the bright moon hanging alone in the dark night, and he was in a good mood! ! !

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