Looking at the bright moon

During the period when Sheng Huan's injury was getting better, Wen Mingyu found several teachers and asked them to teach Sheng Huan how to read.Ever since Sheng Huan expressed her wish that day, although Wen Mingyu did not agree, she did not expressly object to it either.Judging from the current situation, it seems that he really intends to cultivate Shenghuan as his heir.

Several teachers were of different ages, the one who taught Chinese was in his fifties with a half-grey hair.However, although these people bear the title of teachers, for a reason that everyone knows well, they dare not put on the airs of teachers when they treat Sheng Huan.Fortunately, as a student, Sheng Huan was free from worries. Whatever he was taught, he would do it wholeheartedly and never expressed any objection.Wen Mingyu occasionally came to ask Sheng Huan about his homework, and all he got was praises, except for the old gentleman who carefully offered an opinion.

He took a few sheets of Sheng Huan's handwriting, handed them to Wen Mingyu, and said, "It still needs to be practiced."

Wen Mingyu looked at it for a moment, then immediately burst out laughing.Sheng Huan's strokes are horizontal and vertical, with sharp edges and corners. Every stroke seems to be embedded with steel bars, and there is a kind of stubborn childishness.

Although Sheng Huan was taught to read, he was never taught to write, and he didn't have time to study it.In the past in Chunhua Lane, people who could read and write were rare, and there were few people who were picky about whether the characters were good-looking or not.But now it doesn't work, Sheng Huan was tactfully reminded by the old gentleman, and the old gentleman gave him another homework, requiring him to practice calligraphy for two hours every afternoon.

As the weather got hotter, Sheng Huan moved to Wen Mingyu's study where he practiced calligraphy.Except for the butler, no one can enter here, not even Peiling.This kind of purity just fits Sheng Huan's heart. Wen Mingyu went to Zhenqi a few days ago, and it will be a week before he comes back. Before he left, the other party specially told Sheng Huan to practice calligraphy well. .

This study room stands facing the water, with a bamboo forest planted beside it. When the mahogany lattice window is opened, slender green bamboo branches hang from the eaves, casting a cool shadow.The wind blows from the clear lake, and it also carries the coolness of the water vapor.The study room is also very simple and elegantly furnished, with several landscape paintings hanging on the two walls, and a gilt lotus incense burner placed on the table.Wen Mingyu has a lot of books, some of which are said to belong to Mr. Wen, and some left by Wen Mingyu's mother, quietly placed on the shelf.

Sheng Huan barely flipped through the books on the shelf because she couldn't read them, but she flipped through the movie magazines in the drawer next to her more.

He was working on copybooks again that day, and there were many discarded letters and official documents of Wen Mingyu in the study. Wen Mingyu gave Sheng Huan the privilege to read them at will. to copy.

Wen Mingyu's handwriting is very similar to his style, elegant and elegant, with a sharp edge.Quite difficult for a beginner.Sheng Huan had just written half a piece of paper with difficulty, when a servant suddenly came to report that there was a visitor.

Most of the guests who came to Longyuan were looking for Wen Mingyu, and [-]% were Peiling's poker friends.But now that Wen Mingyu was away, Pei Ling went to watch a movie with others early, Sheng Huan couldn't guess who was determined to stay, so he specifically notified himself, and asked, "Who is here?"

The servant seemed to be very familiar with that person, and immediately replied: "It's the seventh young master of the Yue family."

Sheng Huan stayed by Wen Mingyu's side for a long time, and knew that he had a good friend named Yue, and this Seventh Young Master Yue might be a family member of that one.However, knowing this was of no avail, Sheng Huan thought for a moment, and went anyway.

The Long Garden was so huge that it took Sheng Huan 10 minutes to walk from the Dongyuan to the reception hall at the front.As soon as he entered, he saw a handsome young man sitting on the sofa, stirring a cup of coffee with a spoon.The young man's brows were handsome, and the corners of his eyes drooped slightly, showing a bit of evil spirit. When he looked up and saw Sheng Huan, he curled up the corners of his mouth and smiled faintly.

The other party's smile is inexplicably familiar, but I can't remember where I saw it.Before Sheng Huan could think about it, the young man stood up first, walked towards Sheng Huan, and said with a smile: "We met once, have you forgotten?"

As soon as he heard the other party's voice, Sheng Huan immediately remembered that the time he was tricked by Wen Yongtang to go to the dinner party, this person was the one standing beside Wen Yongtang watching the play.Sheng Huan's face darkened, and he asked in a cold voice, "What do you want to see me for?"

The young man sighed helplessly: "Hey, I'm not Yongtang, there's no need to make things difficult for you, don't be so cruel to me." He took a step forward slowly, and stretched out a hand: "I am Yue Shangying, Today, I just came to visit you at the order of my father. I will apologize to you for what happened in the past, okay?"

When Sheng Huan didn't respond, Shang Ying kept hanging her hands without feeling embarrassed at all.The two looked at each other for a while, Sheng Huan didn't bother to think about it any more, and said, "Sorry, I don't like shaking hands."

Shang Ying withdrew her hand indifferently, lowered her head again, glanced at Sheng Huan's injured leg, and said casually: "I heard that your injury was more serious than Yongtang's, but you recovered much faster than him." After finishing speaking, he smiled again: "Yongtang still dare not sleep alone, every night he has nightmares, he keeps calling uncle, it's pathetic."

There seemed to be a vague malice hidden in his tone, like a poisonous snake spit out a message, and then retracted it as fast as lightning.Sheng Huan glanced at him and responded indifferently: "It's none of my business."

Shang Ying said: "Uncle Wen's birthday, Yong Tang will definitely come back. If he comes to trouble you again on that day, please forgive him."

This is an unreasonable sentence. Wen Yongtang pestered Sheng Huan several times, but the other party was persistent. Sheng Huan had never gained the upper hand. To say that he is tolerant, it is simply flattering him too much.In the first few days after arriving in Longyuan, Sheng Huan was relieved to learn from the housekeeper that Yong Tang had returned to Jin'an to study. Sheng Huan had completely lost patience with that arrogant young master.

Thinking of this, Sheng Huan replied: "Instead of persuading me, you might as well restrain him." He touched the scar on the palm of his hand, and said seriously: "If he provokes me again, I won't be polite."

Shang Ying frowned, a little surprised.Compared with the first time we met, the boy in front of me didn't seem to have changed much.At most, she lost some weight, but the rest is still the same as before, beautiful and indifferent, seemingly obedient, but actually hides a hostility all over her body.But now hearing him say this, Shang Ying finally realized that Sheng Huan had indeed changed.

His sharpness seemed to be more obvious, but the hostility from the past that would have pierced someone at a glance has subsided a lot. Even this threat sounds very peaceful.

As for the reason for the change, Shang Ying can also guess.

Because Sheng Huan gained confidence, he didn't need to use this last frontier to protect himself. As for where his confidence came from, the answer was obvious.

"You are so sure, will your father be your backer?" Shang Ying asked so that she was a little suspicious: "Yong Tang has been by your father's side for 11 years."

But Sheng Huan didn't seem to have the same trouble, his expression didn't change, he just said: "I don't need backing, I just need to be reasonable."

This sentence hit Yongtang's deathbed in an instant, Yongtang had never been unreasonable, he just blindly relied on the pampering and favor of his elders to mess around.That person was born with no bones. In the past, Yongtang relied on Wen Mingyu's protection to stand up. If Wen Mingyu pulled away, would he still stand defiantly?

Shang Ying suddenly smiled, with a bit of anticipation.He is a theatergoer, no matter what the ending is, as long as he waits peacefully for the curtain call, maybe one of the sad and frustrated actors will fall into his arms because of this.

Shang Ying said: "Then I wish you a speedy recovery, see you next time."

Sheng Huan had no intention of keeping him, and only fulfilled his responsibility as a master by sending him outside the door.When Shang Ying left, the two nodded each other, very politely.When the car drove away, an old lady was holding gift boxes, big and small, and asked Sheng Huan how to arrange them.

It really seemed like a polite visit, Sheng Huan dismissed the old lady and went back to the study alone.He took out a brand new manuscript paper, but he was not in a hurry to write, he only thought about the conversation with Shang Ying just now.

Sheng Huan originally thought that Shang Ying, like the short boy who died tragically in the kidnapping accident, was a supporter of Yong Tang.But after this contact, Shang Ying completely overturned this impression. He deliberately told Sheng Huan that Yong Tang would come back soon, so that Sheng Huan could be prepared, and he expected Yong Tang to lose the battle.

However, Sheng Huan is not interested in Shang Ying's goal, nor does he want to become a fighting cock on the stage, entertaining the audience with winning or losing.He wrote a word according to Wen Mingyu's handwriting, and this time it resembled a little bit, and Sheng Huan wrote another one. He knew very well that what he cared about in his heart was only one person.

A few days passed quickly like this, and the paper used by Sheng Huan to practice calligraphy had piled up in a thick pile unknowingly.Put it on Wen Mingyu's desk.Sheng Huan was planning to take it away and destroy it at some point. He was confident when he practiced calligraphy, but thinking that he might be discovered by that person, and he would look through them one by one—that would be embarrassing again.

On Sunday afternoon, Peiling was dressed brightly again, with a purple gauze dress and a shawl, her white and slender shoulders were half exposed, and the two diamond earrings were shining brightly, she was about to go out.She took out the pink mirror from her bag, looked around at it, brushed her curly hair, and said to Sheng Huan who was about to go back to the study: "Little friend, do you want a cream cake? When I come back Bring it to you."

She called him a child like Wen Mingyu, even though Sheng Huan was already taller than her.However, when Wen Mingyu called these three characters, she always carried a little playful intimacy, and Pei Ling was only because she didn't like the word "Sheng".Sheng Huan didn't care much about what other people called him, so he responded lightly, and immediately saw Peiling walking away gracefully.She often went out on dates these days, always going out with a happy face, and only came back in the middle of the night, and the servants at home would occasionally secretly discuss that Fifth Miss must have a new boyfriend.

But Fifth Miss making a boyfriend is as common as eating and drinking, no one will be surprised.Sheng Huan was even less curious about Pei Ling's love life. He went to Wen Mingyu's study. Find a book to read.

He chose a novel, and the book was placed on the top floor. Shenghuan had difficulty moving, and it took some effort to get it. The booklet was brought out together, and the booklet spread out in the air with a clatter, and fell to the ground in disgrace.

Sheng Huan quickly bent down to pick it up, pinched the open sides and turned it over, couldn't help being startled.

The book was actually a photo album, with black and white and yellowed photos pasted on the dark bottom page, there were four photos on the left and right, all of them were young women.The photo is a bit old, but the woman's beauty is still dazzling, like a flower that will not fade, blooming on the thin photo.Sheng Huan took a look and was startled for no reason. This woman looked quite familiar.

Holding a round fan in her hand, she half covered her snow-white and delicate face, her black hair was tied into a neat bun, her eyebrows were slender, her eyelashes were thick and black, and those clear phoenix eyes contained a smile, one could detect it just by looking at it Show her tenderness.

Sheng Huan turned a page, and it was the same woman, sitting sideways in the sofa chair, with her hands clasped on her knees.There are several swaying carps on the hem of her long skirt, which is a style from decades ago.

After looking at a few more photos, Sheng Huan suddenly came to his senses and grasped the faint familiarity.

She has the same pair of eyes as Wen Mingyu!

Sheng Huan's heart beat faster again, and like a thief, he carried the photo album into the inner room, where there was a bed for people to rest on.Sheng Huan kicked off his shoes, shrank into the tent, and continued to look through the photo album.

Later, a toddler appeared in the photo album.At the age of three or four, Yuxue is bright and clean, exquisite and cute, but she has a cold face and is held in the arms of a woman.Next to the photo is a line of elegant and elegant small characters, "Mingyue is three years old, and she was photographed with Jingshan in Yushan".

Sheng Huan couldn't help raising his hand, put the back of his hand to his lips, and bit it, nervous and expectant, as if he had discovered a great secret, and eagerly turned to the next page.

The child was wearing brocade and velvet robes, standing next to a clump of thin bamboos, and his appearance was smaller than the previous picture. He was supported by a slender hand, and the owner of the hand was outside the camera. The title of this picture is "Mingyue is two years old and three Moon, Long Garden".

He was so engrossed in reading that he didn't realize the time. He was flipping through half of the book when half his face was suddenly illuminated by light. A slender hand lifted the curtain, and a familiar voice asked outside: "It's broad daylight, hide away." What are you doing here?"

Sheng Huan was so shaken by the sound that he almost jumped up. He didn't know when Wen Mingyu returned to Longyuan, but he didn't hear any news.He was really frightened, flustered, and just pushed the photo album behind him.Wen Mingyu was standing outside the tent, dressed in the attire that had just returned from a banquet, her hair was pulled back, her brows were stern, and a diamond needle with a cold light was fastened on her tie, and she was looking at him with frowning eyebrows.

The tent was dim, Sheng Huan was only wearing thin silk clothes, her cheeks were flushed, this appearance really couldn't teach Wen Mingyu not to be crooked.Seeing that Sheng Huan was hiding a book in a hurry, he became even more suspicious, thinking that someone had shown the child some dirty book, Wen Mingyu immediately turned his face hard, and said in a deep voice, "Take it out."

Sheng Huan didn't do anything shady at first, but now that he was flustered, and being scolded so harshly by the other party, he was even more frightened.He pulled over the thin quilt, covered the photo album, moved to sit in front, looked at Wen Mingyu and said, "I, I didn't read anything..."

How could Wen Mingyu be fooled by such an act of concealment, the other party bent down and directly leaned half of his body in.Sheng Huan didn't have time to dodge, his waist tightened, and Wen Mingyu immediately hugged him with one hand, and the other party hugged him, and easily found the photo album.After getting it, Wen Mingyu was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to say.

Sheng Huan felt ashamed, and was afraid that Wen Mingyu would blame him for turning over his things without authorization, so he buried his head deeply.He was still being hugged by Wen Mingyu, with nowhere to place his hands, he wanted to hug Wen Mingyu's neck, but he didn't dare, so he could only put it in front of him awkwardly.This place is isolated from the outside world by the bed curtains, forming a secret and narrow world. When Sheng Huan tilted his head, he could smell the faint bitter fragrance from Wen Mingyu's neck, which seemed to smell of alcohol. He became more and more uneasy. Like a small animal with nowhere to escape, only waiting to be dealt with by another person.

It seemed like a long time, and it seemed like only a minute, when Sheng Huan suddenly heard a chuckle, close to his ear.

Wen Mingyu hugged him and put him on the bed, then leaned against him.The bed was narrow, and being squeezed like this, Sheng Huan and Wen Mingyu were almost shoulder to shoulder and legs to legs, without even a single gap.Wen Mingyu flipped through a few pages of the photo album on his own, resting his fingertips on the woman's smile, stroked it gently twice, his movements were very gentle, and he asked, "Do you know who this is?"

The tone of voice didn't sound like he was angry, Sheng Huan's tense body slowly relaxed, first he raised his head cautiously, and looked at Wen Mingyu's face.The other party turned his face slightly and glanced at him. There was a little blame in his eyes, and the blame was mostly helpless, so it lost its deterrent power.Sheng Huan finally breathed a sigh of relief, and replied, "Your mother."

"It's rude." Wen Mingyu taught him: "You have to call grandma."

How could Sheng Huan not know this name, he just didn't want to say it, and was afraid that Wen Mingyu would insist on calling him out, so he talked about him: "You said it would take a week to come back, why did you arrive so early?"

Wen Mingyu guessed his thoughts clearly, but didn't care about the children, and replied following Sheng Huan's words: "I was afraid that someone would be lazy at home and not practice calligraphy well, so I hurried back to take a look." His voice After a pause, he slowly added: "It turned out that I was really lazy, and hid here to peek at my photos."

Obviously there are not only his photos here, but if he insisted on just talking about his photos, Sheng Huan's cheeks were numb from the heat, his head drooped again, and he said after a long time: "I practice calligraphy every day."

Actually Wen Mingyu had just entered the study, and had already flipped through the stack of manuscript papers on the desk.He thought of Sheng Huan sitting here, imitating his handwriting clumsily, wanting to laugh and sigh at the same time.Sheng Huan didn't intend to hide his thoughts at all, even if he used the iron wall to resist, Sheng Huan would still be able to melt a gap in it and poke in aggressively - once he poked in, he would be helpless and unable to parry .

Sometimes, Wen Mingyu doesn't even know what to do with Shenghuan.He knew that the best thing to do at this time was to be ruthless, cut off all thoughts that should not be had, and force Sheng Huan to be an innocent father and son with him.But it was hard for him to smooth the child's back and make him trust him. Sheng Huan's sense of security was hard-earned, and Wen Mingyu couldn't bear to destroy it again.

So I had no choice but to get along with each other ambiguously, knowing each other well, and neither wanted to expose it.Let's wait until the day of the exposure to discuss the consequences of the exposure.

Sheng Huan hadn't heard Wen Mingyu speak for a long time, turned to look at him, and found that he was staring at the woman in the album.He thought that Wen Mingyu was thinking of his biological mother and was feeling sad because of it, so he quickly changed the subject, pointing to a picture of a young child and asking, "Is this you?"

Wen Mingyu raised his eyebrows, noncommittal.Sheng Huan took a new interest and continued to ask: "Then why is the name on the photo—"

Speaking of this, he himself reacted first, stopped talking for a moment, looked at Wen Mingyu motionlessly, and dared not make a sound.

To his surprise, Wen Mingyu didn't seem to mind the question, and answered calmly: "That's my mother's baby name."

It's been a long time since anyone talked about this word with him. Wen Mingyu leaned down, flipped the photo album forward, and said: "My mother married into the Wen family when she was 17 years old. She is a famous lady, perfect in everything, but Because I love my father, I am willing to be by his side, and only be a concubine, "

This was the first time Wen Mingyu mentioned his life experience, Sheng Huan listened very seriously, and couldn't help asking: "Then how is your father treating her well?"

Wen Mingyu thought for a while, then smiled and said: "Maybe it's very good, he treats every woman he has is not bad."

After hearing these words, Sheng Huan knew that Mr. Wen must have many wives and concubines.He remembered that Wen Mingyu had said to himself some time ago that he killed his brother with his own hands. Wen Mingyu didn't talk about it at that time, but now that Sheng Huan remembered it again, he couldn't help being a little startled, and asked again: "Then your father, to you……"

"He used to value elder brother the most." Wen Mingyu took up what he hadn't finished, and when he mentioned his father, Wen Mingyu's expression was not as gentle as before, and became a little cold: "I was weak and sick since I was a child, and he thought I was not a qualified person. The heir of my family didn’t spend much time on me. When I was 13 years old, I was sent to France by my mother to be taken care of by one of her cousins.”

Sheng Huan originally thought that a person as powerful as Wen Mingyu must have been carefully nurtured since he was a child and grew up with thousands of cares, but the truth was completely different from what he had imagined.He was also a little unhappy when he heard it. Thinking that Wen Mingyu was only 13 years old and was sent abroad alone, he had a keen mind, and immediately sensed something was wrong from this sentence, and asked, "Send you to study?"

Wen Mingyu smiled because of his words, and said: "No."

The real reason is that if he is not sent away, Wen Mingyu's life will be in danger.Back then, among the three sons of the Wen family, although the elder brother had high hopes from his father, he was gentle and cowardly by nature, unable to inherit the family business.The eldest wife of the Wen family was eager to support her youngest son as the future master, so she used many tricks secretly, one of which almost killed Wen Mingyu.

His mother had no choice but to send her son abroad to escape these disputes.Wen Mingyu stayed abroad for two years, but his fourth younger brother still refused to let him go, so he sent a confidant, who planned a kidnapping case through his sister, and everyone thought it was his sister Mad by love, only Wen Mingyu knew that the real purpose of that person was to kill him.

Wen Mingyu's father taught him since he was a child, letting him know his destiny, follow his duty, and concentrate on helping his brother.But Wen Mingyu didn't take this statement seriously. If there is a destiny in the world, then everyone doesn't have to fight for it, don't have to rush about the future, just sit at home and wait for the arrangement of fate.

At the age of 16, his father died unexpectedly, his mother died of illness, and his eldest brother died at the hands of his fourth brother.Wen Mingyu returned to the country at that time and took the life of his fourth brother. His father's predestination was personally broken by him. In the end, he was still the master of the Wen family.

Sheng Huan quietly leaned against him, without saying a word, until she saw Wen Mingyu's brows furrowed slightly, then suddenly grabbed his arm, and tentatively called out: "Mingyue?"

Although his voice was soft, it rang in Wen Mingyu's ears, but it caused a huge reaction.Wen Mingyu was startled suddenly, and looked at Sheng Huan with wide eyes. For the first time, he showed such a frightened expression in front of Sheng Huan, staring at the other party blankly, as if he forgot to say anything.

Sheng Huan leaned forward aggressively, looked Wen Mingyu straight in the eyes, and called again: "Mingyue."

The person who called was not embarrassed, but the one who listened did not start. Wen Mingyu tried to maintain the dignity of the elder, and reprimanded: "It's not big or small, who allowed you to call like that?"

Sheng Huan still wanted to move forward, the delicate young face like Zhang Yu slowly approached, and the warm breath blew on Wen Mingyu's face, this was a dangerous distance, Wen Mingyu knew that he should avoid it, but his body did not move, He doesn't want to move.

At the moment when this little distance was finally about to disappear, Wen Mingyu hurriedly raised his hand to block between the two of them, and said expressionlessly: "If you continue to mess around, I will punish you."

Sheng Huan opened a pair of bright eyes, and met his gaze without fear: "I'm not afraid."

It was really difficult to deal with, this time, Wen Mingyu simply conceded defeat, he pushed Sheng Huan away, quickly got off the bed, and became a deserter in a grandiose manner.

If he doesn't escape, he will lose control in the next moment.