It's hard to seal a fool

Song Qingming was carried back by the mute.

The faint smell of blood, combined with the pale face of a dead man under the lantern, the mute originally wanted to throw him there, but for some reason, he couldn't bear it any more.

After he came back, it was not difficult to inquire about the affairs of the inner court. He had stayed in the Duke's mansion for so long, and he also knew about the temperament of the Duke's wife.It's just that she didn't expect that the Lu family would put such a heavy hand on her own son.

With great mercy, he personally applied the medicine on him, determined only to not owe the thieves any kindness.The revenge of bullying should be kept in mind, not to mention that he has already left a deep prejudice against Song Qingming.

It's just that this injury... is really shocking.

The red and purple scars on his back were bleeding, and even his underwear was stuck and difficult to take off.He has always been as cold-hearted as him, and he can't help feeling a little emotional.

"Father, it hurts..."

The mute's action of applying the medicine froze, happy to be a father.

"Why do you have to protect each other so much?" Mute sighed, her voice was low and hoarse, "I'll take care of trivial matters."

But Song Qingming came forward, bearing the word of filial piety, and only got beaten.Thinking that in a few days, maybe he will go back during the spring hunting, I don't know how this fool should feel when he knows his identity.

"What a good young man, he just wants to cut his sleeves and do things like divide peaches."

"I can't understand you, but...that's all."

The candle flame went out with a bang, and the wax tears dripped down the candlestick and solidified.The dumb son felt that he had talked enough today, and his throat felt faintly dry.He took a look at Song Qingming who was sleeping with his head on his side, and moved a candlestick over again, finished applying the medicine with bated breath, and left quietly.

Inside the curtain, Song Qingming opened his eyes in a daze.

He felt as if he had worldly desires again and could go on living.

A round of clear moon pushes away the dark clouds and arrives slowly.The night sky is like washing, the stars are sparse, but the crows on the branches are screaming, which makes people feel uneasy out of thin air.Song Qingming didn't care so much, he pursed his lips and slept soundly all night.

In the early morning of the next day, Song Qingming was saddened by what happened yesterday, and he was able to shoot arrows in the yard alive and well again. The mute couldn't help feeling his strong ability to bear the pain when he saw it, but when the mute came, Song Qingming suddenly stopped and took a ride. Bow's hand looked at him with a smile on his face, causing the mute's eyebrows to tremble.

It's as if he took advantage of the danger and raped the prostitute.

For the next whole day, Song Qingming eagerly followed the mute to show courteousness, offering ice sugar pear soup for a while, and begging him to teach him how to practice thin and golden body.

Thinking of the unpleasant experience in the study last time, the mute rejected him coldly.

Song Qingming spent one night and one day experiencing the inseparable joy and pain. Although the mute just took pity on him last night, he always felt that it was because the mute was embarrassed in front of him.

Poor kid must have a good impression of him, maybe it's because of being said to have sex with friends in the future...

All in all, Song Qingming figured it out, even if he had a shadow in his heart, he might not be able to "handle" the mute in the future, but spiritual love without a body is also very good.

What Song Qingming wanted in this life was only someone who could understand his pain, someone who knew what he was thinking and would not persecute him. As long as he could accompany him quietly for the rest of his life, he would be content.

But I don't know what the mute thinks.

A few days later, Song Qianren came into the mansion again.The guard at the gate didn't know what was going on, and couldn't stop him.

"Brother, I really don't have any money. You are the Duke of the country, and a little bit between your fingers is enough for me to use for ten or eight years. At least we used to be brothers..."

"Brother? Huh!" Song Qianyuan's eyes were full of anger, "How can a brother attack his nephew? Back then, you deceived Ming'er into being young and unreasonable, and tricked him into doing dirty things. I broke your leg and threw it out of the house. Didn't you?" Killed you! Now you are not satisfied!"

"I didn't do anything to him... All these years, I really know that I have made a mistake, big brother, so please lend me some money."

"no way!"

"In that case—" he gritted his teeth, and his face darkened.

In the evening, the twilight is all together.

For some reason it has been cloudy and rainy these days.Song Qing used to run outside every day, sometimes with the hope of getting rich, and sometimes he just left when he was interested, so he occasionally didn't see him for a while, and everyone was used to it.

Only this time, Song Qingming really disappeared.

When the news came out, the Duke's Mansion suddenly became a mess.Song Qianyuan sent people to look for Song Qingming everywhere with a sullen face, and finally all the clues came down to Song Qianren.

"Song Qianren!" With a clatter, the vase fell to the ground, and the Grand Duke roared angrily, "Go and call the son back, and tell him that my brother is lost, and don't let go of all the places inside and outside Ningjing City! "

Song Qianren slammed his fist on the table, if he dared to touch my son again, he would definitely cut him to death.

In the darkness, the dull, putrid air was suffocating.

Song Qingming woke up slowly, only feeling that his body was numb and he had little consciousness, let alone strength.This feeling of losing control made him panic for no reason.

He tried to move, and found that his hands were hung up, his eyes were covered with a cloth, and he was powerless half kneeling on the ground.Suddenly remembering that I lost consciousness after drinking that cup of tea, and now my heart is full of alarm bells.

"Yes...cough, is anyone there?" Song Qingming's voice was hoarse and weak.

"Why, Third Young Master Song, do you want to drink or eat?"

A familiar voice rang in his ears, and the fright suddenly surged like a cold tide, surrounding him.The voice that appeared thousands of times in his dreams is now echoing in his ears in a low voice.

"—Yes, it's you!"

Song Qingming's bound hands curled up suddenly, and before he could struggle, his chin was pinched hard.

"You father and son have hurt me so much. I have lost everything, been ridiculed, and have been poor all these years. In the end, the so-called relatives are unwilling to lend me any money-all because of you!"

Song Qingming's face lost all color.

Those days and nights... whenever the second uncle came to walk around in the big room, he was the closest to him.He often gave Xiao Qingming some street gadgets, and Song Qingming was also willing to get close to him.

Gradually, when no one was around, his good second uncle would hold him on his lap and play with him, his hands wandering wantonly on him.Childish delicate skin makes Song Qianren linger and long for more until that day.

"Hey, get your legs off."

"Second uncle..."

He struggled and resisted, but his hands became more unscrupulous.

He broke free to jump off, knocked to the ground.

"Good morning, help Second Uncle..."

On the narrow and dark corridor, that small figure was running in vain.Song Qingming's eyes were soaked in the darkness, his teeth were biting his lips with bloodshot eyes.

These memories that he desperately wanted to forget, that he hated and hated, had always existed in his mind.But why, why did you do this to him.

He heard Song Qianren swallowed from the side.

"I have to wait until tomorrow to find my elder brother to redeem you." He muttered, "Although I like the younger ones, I haven't seen you for so long..."

Song Qingming's heart sank to the bottom.

At the back door of the Duke's Mansion, a mute voice summoned the hidden guards. "Where is Song Qingming now?"

"...Sir?"

"Let me ask you, where is Song Qingming now!"

"Song Qianren wanted to borrow money from the Duke of the state but was rejected. It seems that he has made his idea on the third son of Song. The left and right are nothing but kidnapping and extortion, so we will let it be-"

"absurd!"

The mute was inexplicably agitated.

These days, it is said that he is being a book boy by Song Qingming's side, but in fact, it is more like Song Qingming is pestering him like a snake.No matter how impatient or even disgusted he was towards Song Qingming, the pervert looked indifferent.

Now Song Qingming's disappearance has been completely resolved, but——

"I'll go there myself."

"...As ordered."

With a "bang", the wooden door of a warehouse in the suburbs that had been in disrepair for a long time was knocked open.Song Qianyuan walked in with big strides, glanced at the room, and was about to burst into tears.

In the dark corner, Song Qingming was hung under the beam of the house, covered with bruises all over his body, his long black hair was hanging down in a mess, his clothes were half-faded, and his thin chest was heaving weakly.

On the side, Song Qianren, who was taking off his clothes, hurriedly pulled up the trousers he had just taken off, and stepped back hastily.

"Big brother, I—"

But he turned a blind eye and walked towards his son stiffly. "Tomorrow..."

"Father?"

In an instant, the stubborn blindfolded face lifted up, the pale lips were stained with blood, and the voice was weak and pleasant, piercing people's heart for no reason.

In the memory, that small figure ran in vain on the long, narrow and dark corridor until it bumped into that stalwart and thick body. Song Qingming trembled, and the memory overlapped here.The young Xiao Qingming cried and opened his mouth to shout, and his peeling lips fluttered.

"...Daddy."

"Good boy, it is Daddy who is ashamed of you."

Song Qianyuan pulled out his sword to cut off the rope, and hugged Song Qingming horizontally. Song Qianren, whose legs were so frightened, staggered and fled out with a limp.

The Duke who walked out looked at the guards with a livid face, and sternly shouted: "Take this dog and put it in the dungeon of the mansion! I want him to live or die."

Not far away in the forest, Duan Er rode a horse and led people to rush forward. From a distance, he saw the Duke's man holding torches guarding outside the storehouse, so he jumped off the horse and walked forward hesitantly to the edge of the forest. stature.

……Peace is good enough.

Just as he was thinking like this, he saw the Duke holding Song Qingming, who was dying, out of the warehouse door. Under the cover of the cloak, one hand was hanging weakly in the air.

Suddenly, he clenched his fists.

"It's okay tomorrow, Daddy is here."

The cloth belt was gently untied by Song Qianyuan, and Song Qingming suddenly opened his eyes. He subconsciously turned his head to look out, but his eyes unexpectedly met the dumb figure behind the tree.

Song Qingming stared blankly, his eyes dull and lifeless.

Why is he here.

The cold night wind blew through the branches, blowing down a few fallen leaves, and the mute stood quietly in the night, so that people could not see the expression on his face.

Song Qingming didn't move, even though Song Qianyuan carried him into the carriage, but that gaze followed the man behind the tree closely, and he remained motionless.

The wheels were rumbling, his mind was in chaos, and at some point, he fell into a deep sleep.

"Son—"

"Go back." The mute turned around, wiped the night dew off his shoulders, and got on the horse neatly. "The mistake has been made and cannot be undone."

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, his eyes showed confusion for the first time in his life.

The author says:

Although nothing substantive happened, hey, why did I write such a plot with my brain at that time, I regret it