Looking at the bright moon

When He Lingshan got out of the car with his elder brother, he saw the lights in the mansion were brightly lit, and there were two more cars outside the door.He didn't need to think too much, he knew that He Zongkui, who was traveling with his second wife, had returned.The other party just talked to him on the phone last night, saying that he would not be able to return to the mansion until tomorrow morning. As for why the return date was brought forward, the reason is also very clear.

He stood at the end of the corridor and stopped for a while, turning the way he was going to the East Wing. The other end was going to pass through the main hall. He Zongkui probably had already set up his position and was waiting for the young master to come to the door.The Uncle He family was dragged all the way by him, finally shook his head a few times, opened his eyes, and said suspiciously: "Ling Shan, this is not the way to my room."

No one paid any attention to him, He Chunqiao turned his head back again, instead of asking questions, he hummed a little tune intermittently, high and low.The two walked all the way to He Lingshan's yard. He Lingshan was about to send the drunk to the study to rest, but when he entered the gate, he found that there was also a light on here.He Zongkui was sitting on the sofa chair with his sleeves rolled up, smoking silently.

He is old, and when he bends down, his tall body will show a stooped posture.When He Lingshan saw the other party, he paused and called out, "Father."

"It's really embarrassing for you. You have to take care of your elder brother at this late hour." A woman stood behind He Zongkui, stretching out ten slender fingers with nail polish, pinching his shoulders for him.She was very pretty, wearing a water-red thin jacket, her chin was pointed and clean by the white velvet around the neckline, and she seemed to be about the same age as the He family uncle.The woman glanced at He Lingshan, and said jokingly: "The master is away, and you and Chunqiao should share the burden of this house. Chunqiao goes out to mess around every night, why don't you persuade him?"

He Lingshan hadn't opened his mouth yet, but Chunqiao, who was drunk, didn't raise his head, and said lazily, "What are you? It's your turn to take care of our He family's affairs?"

The woman's expression changed immediately, she turned around, and sat down next to He Zongkui.He Zongkui took a few puffs of cigarette expressionlessly, then suddenly raised his hand, slapped his side hard, and said angrily: "Bastard, you still have the face to talk back!" Chunqiao threw it: "Kneel down for me!"

Chunqiao didn't move, but He Lingshan led him back a step, and the cup shattered on the ground with a crisp sound.He Zongkui looked at He Lingshan in a blink of an eye, suppressed his anger a little, and said in a slow tone: "Xiao Wu, you go back to your room to rest, and don't worry about your useless big brother."

He Lingshan hesitated for a moment, then lifted Chunqiao's face, patted it a few times, and called out, "Brother."

Chunqiao raised the corners of his mouth at him, and smiled shortly: "You go." He pushed He Lingshan away, staggered his steps, and staggered before he managed to stand still.He stretched out a finger and pointed to his father: "You want me to kneel, yes." He turned his finger in one direction, pointing at the woman beside He Zongkui: "Let her go, even if you let me kneel here On the pile of glass, I also listen to you."

The woman covered her lips with a handkerchief, and said aggrievedly: "Master, no matter how much you don't like me, I was married to your father. I am the upright mistress of the He family. If you don't want to respect me, you should respect me anyway." Respect your father!"

He Zongkui's face was livid, and there was a very shallow scar at the corner of his mouth. Whenever he was angry, this scar became very obvious, adding a bit of ferocity to his tough face.He put out the cigarette in his hand, got up suddenly, and strode towards Chunqiao.As soon as the distance between the two drew closer, He Zongkui immediately raised his foot and kicked Chunqiao hard between the knees. Chunqiao was so drunk that when he was kicked like this, he immediately groaned and fell to the ground.

Seeing that his son hadn't moved for a long time, He Zongkui couldn't help shouting: "Have you lost your mind from drinking alcohol? Get up, I must teach you a lesson today!"

Chunqiao slowly turned over and patted the floor a few times: "Father, I'm sleepy. If you want to teach me a lesson, just let me sleep here for one night. I promise to listen to you."

He Zongkui was so angry that he bent down and dragged him. Chunqiao was tall and burly, and he dragged for a long time, but he only pulled up half of his body.The two tore for a while, and He Zongkui finally threw his son on the ground angrily, and said, "Bastard, you have the virtue of not distinguishing between humans and ghosts, teach me how to safely hand over the family business to you in the future? 65! How many years do you think I can last? One day, I will be older and I will die! Are you going to lie in the coffin with me, an old man?"

He Lingshan who was standing quietly at the side raised his head slightly when he heard this passage, and looked at the two father and son who were like enemies.He seemed to have remembered something, those ice-like eyes seemed to have a sudden wave, and a deep and heavy shadow appeared.Soon, He Lingshan closed his eyes, ignored He Zongkui's housework, and walked upstairs.

From the beginning to the end, he ignored the woman.The woman really wanted to say hello to him, but before she could speak, He Lingshan was already far away. She snorted softly, turned around, stroked her bright red nails, and turned her eyes to the father and son in front of her again.

Perhaps Chunqiao was annoyed by the noise, so he opened his eyes and looked at his father: "Family business?" He showed a nonchalant smile: "What do I want this shit for? If you want to find an heir, hurry up and talk to your father." Madam has another son, anyway, you like her so much, even if you have ten or eight sons, there is no problem."

As soon as he finished speaking, He Zongkui raised his hand and slapped him hard.He Zongkui's lips trembled unceasingly, and it took him a long time to utter a few words in a hoarse voice: "Incurable..." He straightened up, paused his feet, and repeated loudly: "Incorrigible! How could I give birth to such a beast as you! "

After finishing speaking, He Zongkui put his hands behind his back and walked out angrily.Seeing this, the woman also hurriedly got up, chased after He Zongkui and left.

Chunqiao was lying in the empty living room, with half of his face buried on the carpet, motionless, as if he had fallen asleep.After a long time, there was the sound of the door opening upstairs, and He Lingshan poked his head out from the railing, just in time to see the Spring Bridge on the ground.He seemed to have expected this ending, raised his eyebrows, put his hands in his pockets, and walked down the stairs slowly.

Hearing his footsteps, Chunqiao turned over and complained in a low voice: "Lingshan, the ground is so cold."

He Lingshan stopped in front of him, first looked at Chunqiao for a while, then bent down and stretched out a hand to him.

When other people encounter father and son quarreling, whether they are blaming the son or explaining for the father, they always have to persuade them.However, He Lingshan didn't say a word. He seemed to be like this all the time. He was stingy with giving even a word about things that he didn't want to care about.Chunqiao once thought that he was a heartless person, but after getting along for a long time, he realized that this was a huge misunderstanding.

Chunqiao held his hand and stretched himself up with difficulty.After standing up straight, he gasped in pain, shook his knees, and complained: "The old man's feet are really hard."

He Lingshan walked in front and finally paid attention to him once: "He is getting old, don't be angry with him a few times."

Chunqiao put his hands on his neck, turned his head, and then said: "He insists on getting angry with me, what can I do?"

He followed He Lingshan all the way into the other's bedroom, He Lingshan didn't stop him, and Chunqiao didn't see him, he closed the door and fell on the sofa outside.He twisted his body, grabbed another stack of newspapers from under his head, and couldn't help but put them in front of his eyes, flipping through them a few times under the light: "It's Yannan's newspapers again? You spend a lot of effort every day, what are you doing to get these things back?" ?”

He Lingshan snatched the things from Chunqiao's hand with his hands, his movements were very hasty, but his expression didn't change much.Just when the other party turned around and walked in with the newspaper, Chunqiao stood up and called out to his back: "Ling Shan, there is no one you like there, is there?"

The other party's footsteps paused, and before he could make a sound, Chunqiao had already guessed on his own: "Is it an actor in a movie, or an opera singer? The person you are looking for should be similar to a fairy."

He Lingshan mercilessly turned off the lights, Chunqiao failed to find out any news, so he fell back on the sofa, resting his arms behind his head, and sighed regretfully.