Looking at the bright moon

On the last day of December, the last day of the year, the inside and outside of the He Mansion were carefully decorated for a grand banquet.In the evening, a thin snow had just fallen in Yiling, and the air seemed to have been wiped by snow, and it was extraordinarily clear and cold.The He Mansion was bustling with activity, and the Second Mrs. He took He Zongkui's hand and patrolled back and forth in the furnished small auditorium.

For a while she asked the servants to move the vase, and for a while she felt that the carpet was not neatly laid. He Zongkui couldn't help persuading her: "Come and have a cup of tea with me. You're so busy walking around like this. I'm dizzy."

Mrs. He Er said: "It's almost six o'clock, why hasn't your guest arrived yet?" She looked at He Zongkui, a little uneasy: "That Mr. Wen, you invited him over and over again, but he refused to come, it must be a difficult person." The person to deal with. Although you just invited him to a meal, my heart keeps beating and I'm always a little scared."

He Zongkui hugged her shoulders with a smile, bowed his head and said, "In terms of identity, I am no different from him. Why do you dare to yell at me, but you are only afraid of him?"

When Mrs. He Er pushed him, she was also amused and laughed: "Okay, it's time for you to find a chance to sue me. You are my husband, and I am playing tricks on you. Don't you want to hold me accountable?" responsibility?"

She finally breathed a sigh of relief, and asked again: "Where are Chunqiao and Lingshan? I haven't seen them all day today. That Mr. Wen finally promised you to come, and he will go back to Yannan the day after tomorrow." , The opportunity is rare, so don't make any trouble for them."

He Zongkui was not too worried about these two sons. Chunqiao was originally unwilling to participate in the affairs of the Jing Gang, and it made no difference whether he came or not.Not to mention He Lingshan, since the day he came to He Zongkui, he has never let He Zongkui down.If you can't rest assured about him, in this world, He Zongkui can't find another person who can make him feel at ease.

However, at this moment, his most reassuring youngest son was in a daze in the pavilion in the garden.

That day he was disturbed by Wen Mingyu's last question, and before he had time to answer, Chunqiao suddenly came to him.He was forced to separate from Wen Mingyu. After Chunqiao was sent away, Wen Mingyu had already left. He waited all night outside the mansion on Fenglin Road, but he didn't wait for Wen Mingyu to show up. How did that day pass? Yes, He Lingshan can't remember clearly either.He only remembered that not long after he went back, He Zongkui came to announce a "good news" to him.

That was good news for He Zongkui, but not his.Wen Mingyu will return to Yannan in two days. Before leaving, he finally accepted He Zongkui's invitation, and he will come to He Mansion for a banquet tonight.If it was in the past, He Lingshan might have thought that that person was busy with official duties, and he couldn't spare any free time to stay there.

But after he found out that the other party was wearing a ring, there was only one thought left in He Lingshan's mind.

Wen Mingyu has someone to marry, so she doesn't want to wait for her anymore, that person really doesn't want him anymore.

Every word and sentence in it was like a sharp blade made of ice, piercing He Lingshan's heart mercilessly.Even when his life was in danger, He Lingshan never experienced such a sad feeling.At this moment, he doesn't want to do anything, he doesn't even have the strength to move, like a skin bag that has lost all internal organs, it is empty everywhere and has nothing to attach to.

He was not reconciled, and wanted to see Wen Mingyu again. Three years ago, that person had obviously kissed him.

He Lingshan recalled that scene repeatedly, like a poor man cherishing his only treasure.But he is also very afraid, this hard-won, the only bargaining chip he can rely on, how valuable is it in the eyes of others?

"Ling Shan?" Suddenly someone called out, "Little brother, why are you sitting here alone?"

Chunqiao, who had trimmed his temple hair and dressed up very energetically, stood outside the pavilion, bending down to look at him.Seeing that He Lingshan just glanced at him and didn't answer, Chunqiao leaned over to observe his expression carefully again, wondering: "Since you came back the day before yesterday, you've been looking listless, what happened?"

He was actually asking himself this question, because he knew that He Lingshan would never answer.Chunqiao thought for a while, then sat down beside He Lingshan, put his arms around his shoulders and said, "If you are sad, I will take you to have a few drinks tomorrow. Once a person is drunk, he will forget all his troubles." , Wait until you want to wake up, then wake up."

After finishing speaking, he patted He Lingshan on the shoulder a few times, and called out in a high voice: "Let's go, the guests that father invited today have arrived, if you are late, the new wife of father will take the opportunity to make a fuss about you again, please don't Give her a chance."

He Lingshan's heart hit his chest heavily, he raised his head hastily, and asked, "Is it all here? Who is it?"

"Who else is the young master of Yannan Wen's family?" Chunqiao was really a little strange when he asked him: "Even I know something, didn't father tell you?"

After finishing speaking, he looked at his watch and dragged He Lingshan up: "Go, time is running out."

He Lingshan was dragged by him for a few steps, the cowardly struggle could not overcome the desire to take another look at Wen Mingyu, and it completely dissipated.

It was still daylight at this moment, but the electric lights were turned on outside the small auditorium, and many important figures from the Jing Clan had already gathered inside, drinking tea and chatting together.He Lingshan followed Chunqiao, and as soon as he stepped into the auditorium, he saw Wen Mingyu.

That person's attire was not as cold as when he attended the banquet in the past. He was only wearing a light gray plaid suit, and the ribbon at the neckline was tied into a delicate knot. It seemed that his sharpness was greatly reduced, but it made him look like a bright moon. The radiant and beautiful face is particularly eye-catching.As soon as He Lingshan saw the other party, a burst of sadness surged in his heart, and he couldn't help turning his gaze to Wen Mingyu's hand.

Sure enough, there was a ring there, He Lingshan didn't want to observe what it looked like, just one glance, he quickly looked away, and his breathing became tight.

"Ling Shan, where have you been?" He Zongkui found He Lingshan standing not far away, and quickly smiled to Wen Mingyu beside him: "Third Master, this is my youngest son, He Lingshan. Although he is only 20 I'm old, but Ling Shan takes care of nearly half of the affairs in my gang. If you like him, please mention him when you have the chance. Even if you treat him as a junior, there is absolutely no problem. "

When He Lingshan met Wen Mingyu's eyes, he hurriedly looked away.If he had watched it longer, he might have lost his composure on the spot.

He Zongkui frowned seeing that he had been silent, and reminded in a low voice, "Ling Shan, you haven't said hello to Mr. Wen yet."

He Lingshan still didn't speak, He Zongkui didn't know why his most proud youngest son lost his chain at this juncture, and was about to urge him again, but heard Wen Mingyu beside him: "I had a relationship with Mr. Ling once, and I also We know each other. He is not good at words, Boss He doesn't have to force him."

Wen Mingyu was willing to take the initiative to rescue He Lingshan, and He Zongkui was really happy.Talking and laughing, he invited Wen Mingyu to sit at the banquet, while looking worriedly at He Lingshan several times, winking several times, trying to teach him to be smarter.

When everyone was seated, He Zongkui stood up and looked around.On the left is my right-hand assistant who has been by my side for decades, and on the right are Chunqiao and He Lingshan, who suddenly feel full of ambition and confidence.He raised his wine glass and said to Wen Mingyu: "The third master is willing to visit the humble house today, He is very grateful. If the third master is willing to make me a friend, please drink this glass of wine. From now on, if you have anything that is useful My place, please feel free to send me, I will never refuse."

Wen Mingyu picked up the wine glass, flicked the edge of the glass with his fingertips, and then smiled slightly: "Since we are friends, there is no need to use the word "send."

He drank the glass of wine, He Zongkui felt relieved when he saw his acknowledgment, quickly filled another glass of wine, and made another round of toasts.

This time Wen Mingyu did not refuse, unexpectedly, before he lifted his hand holding the wine glass, a hand suddenly stretched out beside him, and snatched his wine glass away.

Even He Zongkui was taken aback. He stared at He Lingshan who was holding Wen Mingyu's wine glass with wide eyes, and said in surprise, "Ling Shan, what are you doing?"

He Lingshan didn't dare to look at the people around him, but only stared at the cup in his hand, and said in a deep voice, "Mr. Wen is not feeling well, and he shouldn't drink too much. Your respect, I'll drink for him."

If He Lingshan hadn't had a drop of alcohol, He Zongkui would almost have thought that the other party was talking drunk. He was afraid that He Lingshan's reckless behavior would anger Wen Mingyu, so he hurriedly looked to that side.

Wen Mingyu also seemed quite surprised, but he only turned his head to look at He Lingshan for a short while, and then smiled, without speaking or caring.He Zongkui was still a little uneasy, so he had no choice but to reprimand his youngest son: "Nonsense! What is your relationship with the third master? Is it your turn to hold the wine for him? Sit down!"

One of his subordinates hurriedly smoothed things over, laughed and said: "Our fifth young master must be very close to Mr. Wen, otherwise, we only met once, why are we so concerned about Mr. Wen's health. Mr. Wen, look, there are five young masters As a guarantee of this kindness, what else will he refuse to do for you in the future?"

Wen Mingyu was noncommittal, but said: "It's not advisable to drink too much wine, please let Fifth Young Master He do what you can."

He Lingshan's drinking capacity is mediocre, and he rarely drinks alcohol. Wen Mingyu's advice is indeed very reasonable.But he didn't seem to listen to a word. When others offered a toast to Wen Mingyu, he would not miss it.He Zongkui was extremely anxious, but even Wen Mingyu didn't speak, and He Zongkui couldn't find a suitable reason to stop He Lingshan, so he could only let him go.

Ever since he was a child, He Lingshan had never drank so much alcohol.He still remembered how many cups he drank before, but it didn't take long for this cognition to become blurred, and he only knew to keep drinking.Gradually, few people dared to toast Wen Mingyu or to him during the banquet. He Lingshan waited for a long time, but no wine was handed over, so he took the initiative to fetch the jug and poured himself a full glass.

Vaguely, he heard people around him start talking about various topics.He Lingshan listened intently for a while when he was talking about current affairs, discussing business, and criticizing popular actors.Although he can still feel that person is by his side at this moment, and the distance between the two of them is only half an arm, but when tomorrow--only tomorrow, the other party will leave, and from then on, they will be separated from each other and will not communicate with each other.Thinking of this, He Lingshan felt a burst of pain like heart palpitations.Did his hard-won reunion actually get him a farewell?

In a daze, his wine glass was suddenly covered by a hand.

It was a pampered hand, with slender fingers and a jade-like luster. He Lingshan had touched it many times.He raised his head, stared blankly at the owner of the hand, and heard the other party say: "Even if this is water, you have drunk too much. If I leave you alone, will you keep drinking it?"

He Lingshan remained motionless and did not make a sound for a long time.There was no trace of drunkenness on his face, and his sitting posture was upright, and Wen Mingyu couldn't tell whether he was awake or not.After a long time, Wen Mingyu didn't intend to wait for He Lingshan's reply, but just as he turned his gaze, he heard a low voice asking from the noisy voice: "Then do you want to take care of me?"

Seeing Wen Mingyu looking at him, He Lingshan put his hands on his knees, and repeated earnestly and cautiously: "Are you still willing to take care of me?"

He made such a move, it was like going back in time, returning to the feast of three years ago.Wen Mingyu knew that his appearance was not intentional, He Lingshan was indeed drunk.

The intoxicating chatter made Wen Mingyu lose interest in answering.Seeing that the other party turned his head away as if he had never heard of it, He Lingshan was immediately confused and terrified, and couldn't help reaching out his hand, holding Wen Mingyu's clothes tightly in his hand.

Under the cover of the tablecloth, no one noticed He Lingshan's abnormal behavior. The room was full of guests, and the two of them were the only ones who knew.Wen Mingyu let him hold it, as if he was conniving, but also as if he ignored it. He Lingshan held the piece of fabric, as if he had grasped a hard-won sense of security, and he didn't even dare to move it.

After the banquet, He Zongkui planned to give Wen Mingyu another ride, taking advantage of the situation to find out what the other party said.But as soon as he stepped forward, he saw He Lingshan grabbing the hem of the guest's clothes and following Wen Mingyu closely.And the one who was entangled did not respond at all, as if acquiescing to the other party's behavior.He had never seen He Lingshan being so intimate with anyone, even if he was drunk, it wouldn't be like this.This time, He Zongkui was really suspicious. He pondered for a long time, and saw that there were very few other guests left, and then said: "Third Master, I'm really sorry. I'm afraid my child drank too much. I really want to teach you a joke."

"Since you don't know how to drink, let's drink less next time." Wen Mingyu seemed to be answering He Zongkui, and also seemed to be talking to the young man behind her.However, He Zongkui couldn't figure out any clues to this common and common admonition.

He Zongkui echoed and wanted to take He Lingshan away.Unexpectedly, He Lingshan didn't want him to touch him at all, but stubbornly hid beside Wen Mingyu, glaring at him with a pair of black and white almond eyes, like a threatened cat, full of vigilance and reluctance.

This time He Zongkui didn't insist anymore, he stopped his movements and examined his youngest son who had no blood relationship with him.Tens of seconds passed, and he turned his gaze to Wen Mingyu, carefully and carefully sizing up the young and powerful man in front of him.

Not long after, He Zongkui caught a clue from a very subtle point.This discovery seemed to suddenly set off a huge wave in his heart, yes, he had already had this kind of speculation, but he never thought that He Lingshan's background would be so big and so ulterior.His expression changed a few times, but when he thought about what He Lingshan had done in the past three years, the wave gradually calmed down, and in the end, He Zongkui just sighed.

He was still not sure, and said again: "Forgive me for offending, Third Master, I have a question to ask you."

Wen Mingyu raised her eyelashes, her expression obviously didn't change, but her gaze suddenly became sharp, enveloping He Zongkui extremely compellingly.Although He Zongkui was older than the other party, he couldn't help feeling chills down his spine when he looked at Wen Mingyu, and hurriedly added: "Third Master, He is willing to use all his wealth to guarantee that even if I know the answer, I will never reveal it." To the third person. What you and... and Ling Shan do not want to disclose, I am willing to keep it a secret for you."

Hearing this sentence, Wen Mingyu smiled suddenly, once his expression softened, he became very gentle and affectionate, not at all similar to He Lingshan.

"Since you've said that, what else can you ask?"

He Zongkui was blocked by this sentence, and at the same time he knew the truth he wanted to know. He was surprised again, but this time was completely different from the last time.

Who would have imagined that Wen Mingyu, who is only 35 years old, would be deeply disturbed by the grown-up next generation just like him, He Zongkui.He Zongkui couldn't help but sigh a little as a father, and this emotion wiped away the last bit of his grievance.He has cultivated He Lingshan for three full years, treating him as his own, but no matter how much he takes care of him, He Lingshan is still someone else's flesh and blood after all.He Zongkui can't be a harmonious father-son pair with Chunqiao, let alone see another father-son relationship separated by himself.

He Lingshan heard their conversation verbatim, but couldn't understand a single word. For a drunk person, there is no difference between understanding and not understanding.

Seeing the two people in front of him saying goodbye to each other, Wen Mingyu started to go out, so he followed without thinking.However, as soon as he took a step, the effect of alcohol came violently. He Lingshan was dizzy from the impact, his feet were as soft as if he was stepping on cotton wool, and he staggered immediately.

Wen Mingyu, who was walking in front, didn't look back, but seemed to sense that he was powerless, silently stretched out her hand, and grabbed He Lingshan's wrist.The force he used was still the same, and He Lingshan felt a little painful from being gripped, but he was willing to do this little pain.Like a returning migratory bird, he followed the other party's lead with peace of mind and ignorance, as if as long as Wen Mingyu was around, he didn't even need his eyes.