Looking at the bright moon

On a snowy night, Sheng Huan met Wen Mingyu for the first time.

The originally quiet Long Garden became busy and lively because of this person's return. The servants lit lamps everywhere, cleared the snow on the road, prepared the stove and hot soup, and were so busy that no one noticed that they were hiding in the garden. Sheng Huan was looking towards the door.Sheng Huan saw a long queue of pitch-black cars lining up outside the gate, and the headlights of the cars illuminated Guangde Avenue into bright daylight.Many well-dressed men with different styles poured out of the car like a tide, and stood in two rows outside a car in an orderly manner, waiting silently like a statue.

The car door opened, and a young man came out first. The young man was wrapped in a taupe-coloured cotton-padded jacket, his chin was tucked into the soft down on the neckline, and half of his face exposed was white and delicate. His dark eyebrows pressed down his moist and bright eyes, and he looked quilted. Frozen very unhappy appearance.

Someone handed the young man a hand stove. The young man hugged it, his expression relaxed a little, and he obediently moved aside, assuming a waiting posture.

Not long after, a slender leg stepped out of the car without haste, a few flakes of snow quickly stuck to his shiny leather shoes, and then no more fell.The butler and several servants opened their umbrellas and respectfully covered the sky above the car door, and another person inside finally got out of the car.

The appearance of the other party is completely different from Sheng Huan's imagination. In Sheng Huan's conception, this notorious leader of the underworld who sits in half of the world in Yannan must have a very terrifying appearance.When I heard Sheng Yunye talk about this person before, Sheng Yunye always had a gritted teeth, hatred and fear. She said that Wen Mingyu was ruthless, cold-blooded and cruel, and he was a complete villain.Over time, the image of Wen Mingyu in Sheng Huan's mind became one of Sheng Yunye's regular customers. The regular customer was Tang Jiu, a local rascal, tall and big, with a fierce appearance, and a large reddish-brown pimple on the side of his face. The scar, often beating and scolding Sheng Huan, fits Sheng Yun's narration with both voice and emotion.

However, there is no comparison between Tang Jiu and Wen Mingyu. This man, surrounded by servants like stars and moons, is tall and straight. He wears a well-tailored black suit with a neat white neckline.Wen Mingyu's face was illuminated by the hazy light from the heavy snow. Sheng Huan had never seen such a beautiful man before. His cold gaze leaked lazily from under the long eyelashes, and there seemed to be a little smile on the corner of his mouth. He looked very ruthless. Also very touching.

When the pedestrians approached, Sheng Huan realized that Wen Mingyu's face was much paler than ordinary people's. He looked very young, his delicate and stern features showed no signs of age, and his lips were very pale, revealing a trace of sickness.Wen Mingyu coughed lightly a few times, and immediately a servant held a heavy cloak and put it on for him. The young man walking beside him took Wen Mingyu's arm and acted affectionately: "Jin'an has been very cold these few weeks. Come pick me up again in a few days, it’s okay to delay some time, but you just don’t listen.”

"Didn't you say that the holidays are coming and you want to go home soon?" Wen Mingyu's voice was soft, slightly hoarse, and he spoke like a gentle brother.

The young man snorted, and there was an unconcealable smile in his eyes, and he whispered, "Are you going to do whatever I say?"

Wen Mingyu also smiled: "That depends on whether what you said makes sense."

They talked and laughed and passed by the bushes where Shenghuan was hiding. Shenghuan squatted alone behind a few piles of broken bricks. The soles of his shoes were soaked in snow, his feet were cold and tingling, and he was slowly losing consciousness.He felt that he didn't have much interest in Wen Mingyu, but he just wanted to hide like this and take a closer look at her.After all, this is his biological father who has been away from his life for 16 years and only lives in Sheng Yun's nagging complaints.

When passing Sheng Huan, Wen Mingyu suddenly turned her head and cast a brief glance at his hiding place.This glance instantly faded away all the laziness, as if it was a bright knife light, illuminating him with nowhere to hide.Sheng Huan was so frightened that his breath stopped, his body was trembling, and he still stared at the other party in fear and stubbornly.

Wen Mingyu, however, seemed to have never seen anything, and returned to his previous lazy and gentle appearance, leading the crowd to disappear from Shenghuan's sight.

Sheng Huan didn't know if the other party had discovered him, but it didn't make any difference.Wen Mingyu didn't care about this son who appeared out of thin air. When he was forced by Sheng Yunni to kneel in front of the other car, Wen Mingyu didn't even bother to see his face. The servant sent a sum of money.On the day Sheng Huan was taken into Longyuan, the person who received him was Wen Mingyu's housekeeper, who was polite and indifferent, and respectfully called him the young master, but never asked his wishes, and only treated him like a piece of wood.Sheng Huan lived in Longyuan for half a month, and Wen Mingyu hadn't seen him once, because a few days before he moved in, the other party left for Jin'an to accompany the real young master of Longyuan.

From the rumors on the street and the gossip of the people during this period, Sheng Huan learned that Wen Mingyu had a nephew.Unlike his ruthless and powerful younger brother, there are very few rumors about Wen Mingyu's eldest brother, only that he is a rare honest man and died a miserable death.After Wen Mingyu came to power, he found the eldest brother's heir who was living abroad, took him to his side to raise him personally, and treated him like his own son.As for her true bloodline Shenghuan, Wen Mingyu didn't admit his intentions at all.

Sheng Huan does not care about being a descendant of a famous family, a young master of a rich family, he was raised by Sheng Yunye like a dog, he is used to beating and scolding, he is not afraid of anything except hunger.Although Sheng Huan lives in Longyuan now, no one in Longyuan takes him seriously. To Wen Mingyu, raising him is like raising an unimportant pet. The wild dog has become a domestic dog with a slightly more noble bloodline.

After staying in the garden for a while, Sheng Huan felt a little hungry, and after he was nervous, he wanted to eat something.Sheng Huan randomly grabbed a handful of snow from the flower bed, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it, and went back to his room as if nothing had happened.

Because of the owner's return, the Long Garden was lit with orange lights everywhere, looking warm and bright.Shenghuan's bedroom is arranged in the northernmost courtyard, and it takes a long way to go from the gate.Sheng Huan walked through the moon gate and stepped into Beiyuan, and found that the place was still invisible, as if a small independent space was split from the bustling Longyuan, remote and deserted.

The light was on in the servant's room, and the old lady was still asleep. Sheng Huan didn't want to disturb her, so she gently pushed open the door of her room, and stepped in like a thief.

He spread out the quilt in the dark, and was sitting on the edge of the bed unbuttoning his clothes, when he suddenly heard a creaking sound of a door opening in the distance, and someone walked slowly through the long corridor to his room.

The old lady knocked on the door a few times and asked in a low voice, "Little Master, have you rested yet?"

Sheng Huan had no choice but to open the door for the other party, and the old lady turned on the light with her left hand, and carried a food box on her right arm.As if she expected that Sheng Huan hadn't rested yet, she glanced at him clearly, went into the room, and quickly put the contents of the food box on the table.

"The young master and the young master are coming back tonight. There are a lot of snacks in the kitchen. I think you are not old and you are growing up, so I took some and kept them." The old lady prepared the dishes and greeted Sheng Huan. He waved: "Come and sit down, I know you like sweet things, so I specially warmed up a bowl of lotus seed soup with rock sugar."

I heard that when Wen Mingyu took over Longyuan, he was only one or two years older than the current Shenghuan, and the servants of Longyuan called him young master.Now more than ten years later, Wen Mingyu is still no more than 31 two, so this title has continued.Sheng Huan didn't want to think about his biological father, who was only 15 years older than him, but instead thought about the time when he was with Sheng Yunyi. He had never received such care, and he was really not used to it.Sheng Huan moved over slowly, picked up the chopsticks, remembered something, looked up at the other party: "You don't want to eat?"

The old lady shook her head: "There is no reason for the young master to sit at the same table with servants, it's too unruly."

"I'm not the young master." Sheng Huan bit a lotus seed and said coldly, "I'm just a dog picked up by Mr. Wen."

How could the other party expect that he would suddenly say such a sentence, and he was so frightened that he quickly closed the door and kept patting his chest: "Young master, you must never say such words again. You are the young master's own flesh and blood. If it reaches his ears, it will be amazing."

Sheng Huan didn't take it seriously, Wen Mingyu didn't care if he was a human or a dog, and probably just wanted him to live.As for how to live, whether to live like a human or like a dog, this is not within the scope of Wen Mingyu's consideration.

With this astonishing dialogue, the old lady stopped talking to Sheng Huan.She waited cautiously for Shenghuan to finish eating, and after clearing away the dishes, she went to prepare the washing utensils for Shenghuan.Just when she finished her work and Sheng Huan was about to go to bed, the old lady stood by the bed with a basin in her hand, looking at him worriedly.

After a short moment of hesitation, the old lady still opened her mouth: "Young master, I have a statement, I don't know whether I should say it or not, if I say it, don't be angry with me."

Sheng Huan vaguely guessed what the other party was going to say, and calmly agreed.

The old lady said slowly: "This time the young master came back with the young master, please be careful, and don't provoke him in the future. The young master grew up with the young master, and he and the young master love each other like father and son. Now there is an extra brother out of thin air , presumably for a while... Well, it’s not that I love to talk, but it’s just that you are so young and lonely, it’s pitiful, and I can’t bear to see you being wronged.”

In this place, everyone politely called him "little son", but the young master was someone else.Sheng Huan wouldn't be bothered by that title, he knew very well that he had no right to be bothered.He lay on the bed, with his head retracted into the quilt, and said softly: "It's okay, I'm used to it."

The old lady stood there for a while, then turned off the light, and left with a sigh.

Sheng Huan buried half of his face in the pillow, and smelling the fragrance from the bedding, he couldn't help but let out a comfortable sigh.He didn't want to bother with Sheng Yunyi and Wen Mingyu, now he has a soft bed and no worries about food and clothing, as long as he has these two things, Sheng Huan feels very good and satisfied.