It's hard to seal a fool

Song Qingming woke up when the rooster crowed.He sat up from the bed and was in his father's room. The events of last night were vivid in his memory. He tore open the scars of Song Qingming's past in the most cruel and tragic way.

He lowered his head and wanted to get out of bed, but was taken aback.

"Mother... mother."

Song Qingming looked at Lu Shi who was kneeling beside the bed and fell asleep, his voice trembled even if he didn't notice it.

The body beside the bed moved.

"Ming'er, are you awake?" Mrs. Lu raised her head, her face was full of exhaustion, and she looked at her son with red eyes. "Are you okay, are you feeling better?"

"Hmm." He was a little at a loss.

"Your father went to the kitchen to get the porridge, good boy, do you want to sleep a little longer?"

Song Qingming shook his head like a rattle, somehow, tears suddenly fell like a broken kite string.

"What's wrong, Ming'er?" Lu looked at him in surprise, and worriedly checked his injuries over and over again, "I'll go find your father."

Song Qingming grabbed her for a long time, bowed his head and smiled softly.

"I'm fine, mother, I'm fine."

"This child..." She was also stunned.

Not long after, Grandpa Guo came in, saw Song Qingming awake and shouted loudly: "Here comes the porridge—"

Song Qingming went down to the ground, and the family of three sat around the table in an uncluttered manner. They ate only porridge with preserved eggs and lean meat, but Song Qingming felt that this bowl of porridge was like rain after a long drought, and it tasted wonderful.

At Chen Shi, Song Qingyun also came to see him, she was still pretty and naive and didn't know her brother's suffering, she wandered around and couldn't bear to be bored and ran outside.

She only knows that her brother will return at midnight, other things, not only her, but even the servants of the Duke's mansion don't know, only the Duke's personal guards know that this has something to do with the former second master, many, Still ignorant.

Wave after wave of people watched, Song Qingshu also came as the eldest brother.

Ever since the Duke married Lu's family and gave birth to Song Qingming three years later, Song Qingshu felt that he was a transparent person in this mansion. He never called Lu's mother, but only called him aunt.

It wasn't until Sishi that no one came, that Song Qianyuan found an excuse to transfer Lu's out, and then looked at Song Qingming with a serious face.

"Tomorrow, maybe you don't want to mention what happened last night, but you must know the inside story."

Song Qingming's eyelids drooped slightly, and his pupils moved slightly.

"To be honest, Song Qianren doesn't have the ability to enter and leave the Duke's mansion at will, let alone take people away. So when I checked for my father, I was careful, and sure enough——I found out that someone was secretly connecting."

"What?" Song Qingming raised his head suddenly, his gaze narrowed slightly.Suddenly there was an uneasy guess in his heart, some answers seemed to be coming out, but he didn't dare to pry any more.

"...The book boy next to you, perhaps, he is not simple."

Suddenly, Song Qingming's mind was buzzing, and there was no other sound.

Song Qianyuan didn't know when he walked out, Song Qingming sat down at the table with his head bowed, his mind full of thoughts.

After a long time, he stood up and walked out.

In the Wuhua courtyard, the mute is sitting on the seat where Song Qingming made tea on weekdays, and the osmanthus scented by Song Qingming before the next year is burning on the silver fire partition of the censer.

If Song Qingming had always stepped forward to laugh, he would really enjoy it, and would not spare him a bit, but now, he just stood far away speechless.

The charcoal fire smoked gently, the sweet-scented osmanthus smelled fragrant, and the dense breath slowly rose and lingered around. When the tea boiled, he added a pinch of salt, took out a ladle while it was boiling, and held a bamboo clip in the boiling water with his bony hands. Stir in a circular motion, pick up a little tea with your fingertips and drop it.

After a while, the water boiled like a wave, and the tea foam splashed, and he lightly raised his hand and poured a ladle of water to stop the boiling, to preserve the essence.

Every move, neither haste nor impatience, the demeanor and temperament brought are beyond words.

Song Qingming used to love watching him at this time the most. It seems that the mute at this time really regards the Duke's Mansion as his own home, with an arrogance of anti-customerism, more like a son of a son than a son of a prince, and more important Expensive.

But he forgot that from the beginning to the end, Mute treated him as if he was looking at an evil dude, not a friend, and he never really understood Song Qingming.

But he was still full of anticipation, looking forward to him being able to take another look at himself and save himself from that lonely and cold world.

"Why?" Song Qingming murmured and asked, the dumb child raised his head, and the icy beauty bumped into Song Qingming's eyes, stinging the hidden emotion in his heart.

"Why did you send someone to help Song Qianren? Just because I did such a frivolous act in the wing room that night, just because I was an unreasonable broken sleeve in your eyes, you are going to tear my scars, look at me like this Would a heartless person be in pain too!"

"..." Dumb was expressionless.Even now he doesn't know about the past between Song Qianren and Song Qingming. In his opinion, the left and right are just Song Qianren making things difficult for Song Qingming, "It's just a small punishment and a big warning."

The words were thrown lightly.

The sky is high and the clouds are calm, Song Qingming is standing under the evergreen tree, and the dumb son is sitting on the teahouse, although the distance is only a dozen feet, but it is so close.

The wind blew, and Song Qingming's body trembled. He watched Ya'er slowly scoop out three bowls of tea soup. The living are also earnest and cautious.

"You really have no heart."

The mute's hand making tea froze imperceptibly, and then said in a low voice: "...Thanks for the compliment."

After a long time, Song Qingming let out a long sigh of relief, and turned his back. "I thought you and I were in the same boat. Although I only knew you for a few dozen days, I thought you were different from others. Now, I was wrong."

The mute's Adam's apple twitched.Song Qingming walked out without stopping, but he still didn't hear the voice behind him.

"I'm sorry, dumb. I should have listened to my mother and betrayed you."

"Then you sell." Dumb sneered.

"At the beginning, I should have let you stay in that dirty place for the rest of my life!" Song Qingming paused and couldn't bear to speak any more, walked away, and said to himself, "I was never angry, I was just... a little sad."

Mute stared blankly at Song Qingming's back, and the confusion appeared in his eyes again.He also took people to rush there but was a step late, and he had never been so soft-hearted.

And the mute still doesn't know what kind of torture Song Qingming suffered in that dark room.

From then on until the day of the spring hunt, Song Qingming never saw Mute again.

The youthful and ignorant throbbing faded away like a short-lived epiphyllum, and the coldness in the black memory of childhood was awakened again, like maggots attached to the bones.He only concentrates on doing everything in the plan, even causing a low pressure in Wuhua courtyard.

"It's fine if it's broken," Qin Shou said. "If it continues to develop, something big may happen."

"But the flower fades before it blooms, and it's still a flower that is not worth tempting." Song Qingming sat in the medical hall, propped his head and sighed.

Qin Shou glanced at him and took out the medicine from the cabinet.

"what?"

"What the Duke wants, the so-called medicine that you can't live without, give it to the man in the dungeon. Your father won't let him go, and neither will I."

Song Qingming was silent for a while, then reached out to take it.

"It's all in the past." Qin Shou did not lift his head while keeping accounts.

"it is good."

The author says:

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