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When everyone gathered together, it was nothing more than trivial matters. Ji Huai felt drowsy after hearing this, so he couldn't help but look at the monk, but the monk left after a while, which made him feel very bored.

When the crowd dispersed, Ji Huai also took Ah Lian back.

Ji Huai is rarely curious about someone, but this time he couldn't help but ask a little more.

"It's a sorcerer invited by Grandma Fourth's natal family. It seems to be related to us." Alian followed behind Ji Huai and said in a low voice: "I've lived in our house for half a month. Let's talk to him." We met face to face twice, young master, have you forgotten?"

"I didn't pay attention." Ji Huai patted his palm with the fan, and said lightly, "You look good."

"That's right, the young ladies from the third bedroom and the second bedroom kept running to the fourth bedroom just to see the monk." Alian said, "It made the third grandma and the second grandma very angry."

"Tsk, everyone has become a monk. It's really embarrassing." Ji Huai was rather disgusted, "No matter how good-looking it is, it's a bald donkey. What's so good--"

Before he finished speaking, he turned the corridor and ran into the monk.

It can be seen that people cannot speak ill of others behind their backs, such as now is a living example.

However, Young Master Ji was naturally thick-skinned, and smiled at the monk as if nothing had happened, "Where is the mage going?"

The monk gave him a Buddhist salute indifferently, walked around him unhurriedly.

Ji Huai was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to stare at the lonely and indifferent back of the monk, and asked A Lian, "Is this monk a mute?"

Alian said helplessly: "Master, you have called him a donkey to his face, and you still expect him to treat you well?"

"No, aren't monks all six senses clean and four things empty?" Ji Huai stared for a long time before angrily said: "This monk is so stingy."

Regardless of whether the monk is pure or not, anyway, the seventh young master Ji Huai Ji cannot be pure.

When he came to the city in the evening, there were only a few young masters who didn't know the tune. After a few days, someone asked him to drink and listen to music in Fenghua Building.

Ordinarily, the funeral of the old man of the Ji family had just passed, so Ji Huai would have to be honest for a few months no matter what, but he didn't, and when he received the letter, he took Alian and walked out from the main gate swaggeringly, all the way to Fenghua Building.

Fenghua Building is the largest brothel in Wanlai City, Ji Huai is a frequent visitor here, as soon as he walked to the street in front of Fenghua Building, the girl in the building saw him from a distance with sharp eyes, leaning on the railing upstairs and laughing Called him: "Ji Lang!"

The young man in white paused when he heard the words, raised his head to look at the source of the voice, his warm eyebrows and eyes were full of smiles.

Seeing that the girls upstairs were all blushing.

As soon as Ji Huaifu entered the building, the mother in the building came up to welcome her, and said with a smile on her face: "Master Ji hasn't come for a long time! The girls in the building miss you very much!"

Ji Huai smiled and said, "Aren't I here?"

The mother said: "Then let Xue Rou accompany you today?"

Ji Huai nodded, and was led by the mother all the way to the private room behind Fenghua Building.

As soon as the door was opened, someone shouted, "Ji Hanyu, why are you here?"

Just by hearing this voice, one can tell that this person is intoxicated.

There were five or six young sons sitting in the private room, and a girl was playing the piano behind the bead curtain, and there was no one else in the room.

Someone next to him touched the man's arm, and smiled at Ji Huai: "Ji Qi, don't be as knowledgeable as him, you are all drunk."

Ji Huai was noncommittal, just sat down, poured a glass of wine and drank it by himself, and said with a smile: "What's the matter, isn't it just for someone to call you after taking the watch?"

Those who were still sober looked at each other in dismay, and hurriedly started other conversations with a wink. After a few rounds of drinking, the originally stagnant atmosphere became lively again.

Ji Huai took a sip of his wine, rested his head on his hands, squinted his eyes and listened to the girl behind the curtain singing.

Men can be given characters by their elders after they are weak. Ji Huai is twenty-one this year, so he naturally has characters.

It's just that Ji Huai never wants to be called Ji Huai, and he doesn't like to be called by others. He would rather be called Ji Huai by others.

Ji Huai's character was taken by the old man of Ji's family. It is understandable for the elder to give the character, but the problem is that the jade character in his watch character belongs to the generation of Ji Huai's father and uncle.

This is worth pondering.

Anyone who hears about the old affairs of the Ji Mansion in those years can tell it at a glance.

The old man of Ji's family was very handsome when he was young, but he found a wife who was not salty, probably because this wife was too strong, and gave birth to four sons who were all Xiao mothers, and did not inherit the old man's appearance at all, even the old man's The grandchildren are also deeply affected, and they are not very good-looking.

Mrs. Ji lost his wife early and never remarried. He raised his four sons alone. The eldest son was later Mr. Ji, who married Mrs. Ji. Mrs. Ji was as beautiful as a flower. , died of a serious illness in less than thirty years, leaving only Grandma Ji and three young sons.

And Ji Huai was the posthumous son born ten months after the death of Master Ji.

Moreover, the longer Ji Huai is, the more beautiful he is. He is not at all similar to the above three brothers, but more and more similar to the old man Ji.

Therefore, the gossip inside and outside the mansion has never stopped over the years.

Ji Huai has heard countless rumors about his life experience from other people since he was a child, and he didn't know how many spines were poked behind him, and he didn't care much about it, but he never thought that Mrs. Ji was dying and wanted to do this for him. one out.

From Ji Huai's point of view, this is a bit disgusting.

But he had no way to let the dead old master Ji be taken back by the watch, so he could only hold his nose and endure it.

He couldn't stop the people talking, and he couldn't make the blood on his body clean. In the end, he could only get angry with himself and make himself unhappy.

Also make yourself more happy.

Ji Huai drank so much that he didn't even have a laugh when the girl Xuerou next to him came up to him. He didn't bring Alian back to the mansion until the moon was in the middle of the sky.

Alian helped him into the mansion through the back door, and said worriedly: "Young master, tomorrow is the first day of junior high school, so I have to greet grandma."

Ji Huai was a little drunk, and snorted lightly when he heard this.

Although Ji Huai was thin, he was tall. Alian Xiaoxiao helped him back to the room with some difficulty, but tripped over something, staggered a step and gave up.

Ji Huai was so drunk that his legs and feet were weak, and he was about to fall forward, and then he was supported by his arms.

He stood up with the strength of the other party. Under the cold moonlight, he only saw a white corner of his clothes, and he was completely drunk.

The next day.

Even if the headache is unbearable after a hangover, Ji Huai still has to go to say hello to Grandma Ji.

Before leaving, he stuffed a small wooden box into his sleeve, and wandered all the way to the backyard.

Ji Huai always came late, and this time was no exception. His three older brothers had already arrived, talking with their mother, it was very harmonious, and occasionally laughter could be heard.

Ji Huai stopped at the door for a while before letting the maids go in to report, and Shi Shiran walked in after the maids opened the curtain.

The originally very peaceful and harmonious atmosphere in the room froze for a moment.

"Son, pay respects to mother." Ji Huai said.

Grandma Ji was talking to the third child, but when she heard that she didn't even turn her head to Ji Huai's side, she just said calmly, "Sit down."

As usual, Ji Huai chose a seat far away, picked up the tea served by the maid on the table, and drank it one after another, his head was so painful that it was about to explode, and he didn't know what it was like to drink.

Brother Ji Huai is a small official in the county next door. The second brother and the third brother are twins, only one year older than Ji Huai. Both of them like doing business very much, and have already taken over a lot of business from Ji's family.

In short, no matter which one is more sensible and promising than Ji Huai.

But these are not the reasons why Grandma Ji is indifferent to Ji Huai.

The three elder brothers are also very alienated from Ji Huai, and the mother and son are close and harmonious. Ji Huai has long been used to this kind of scene, but in the final analysis, he still feels uncomfortable.

He didn't understand at first, but after hearing so many rumors, true and false, he gradually understood the filth and discord among them.

However, any rumors could not overcome his mother's indifference to him and the disgust in her eyes.

This is much more than gossip.

At first, Ji Huai was disgusting to himself, but later he found out that being disgusting or not is of no use for bullshit, it's all against him.

Later, Ji Huai thought that this was really unnecessary, and he didn't want to be born, and he didn't do anything wrong, at most, he was scolded and stabbed in the back, and it doesn't matter who he loves.

Ji Huai picked up the tea again and took a sip. After half an hour passed, his three older brothers retired one after another, and he followed closely behind. He just handed the wooden box in his sleeve to the maid, and said to Grandma Ji: " I saw a hairpin when I was shopping the other day, although it was not worth much, but the style was pretty good, so I gave it to my mother."

Grandma Ji nodded in a flat voice, "You have a heart."

"It should be, son resigns." Ji Huai didn't expect her to say a few more words, and left honestly.

Of course, even if he could say more, he didn't know how to respond.

Just as the curtain behind her was lowered, Grandma Ji's voice came faintly from the room: "...throw it far away, and don't let me see it."

Ji Huai's footsteps paused slightly, his eyes were downcast for a moment of silence, then he raised his hand and gently brushed his sleeves, then left as if nothing had happened.

Grandma Ji is not a woman in a deep house in the ordinary sense. She has been in charge of the Ji family's business for so many years and has seen all kinds of people. Naturally, she has a very thorough insight into people's hearts and knows how to kill people.

It seems that if Ji Huai is unhappy and uncomfortable, she can barely feel better.

Rao Ji Huai has long been used to these methods, but still feels that his breath is stuffed in his chest, and he can't get up or down in a panic.

Ji Huai walked slowly along the corridor, and it didn't know when there was a light rain outside, which was disturbing. He planned to go back to the room and have a good sleep, but he caught a glimpse of a corner of the white monk's robe out of the corner of his eye.

"Master, good morning." Ji Huai stepped forward and looked at the young monk holding an oil-paper umbrella through the misty rain.

In front of the corridor is a large clump of plantains, which are green in late spring and May. The dense raindrops fall on the plantain leaves, and the crackling is particularly clear in the silence.

The monk still only performed a Buddhist ceremony with him.

Ji Huai was in a bad mood at first, and he would not let him go when he made a fool of himself. Seeing that he didn't speak now, he leaned lazily on the red lacquered pillars in the corridor, and said with a smile: "Could it be that the mage cultivated Shut up?"

The monk glanced at him, and a slightly deep voice penetrated the rain and fell into Ji Huai's ears.

"No."

It turned out not to be a mute.

Ji Huai folded his arms and raised his eyebrows, "Then why didn't the mage speak to me?"

Now the monk refused to speak again.

Ji Huai suddenly remembered that this monk had been in Ji's mansion for so long, so he had already heard everything that should be heard. This monk looked like a high-minded and self-respecting person, so he would definitely disdain to talk to him.

I'm afraid that even if I say a word to him, I feel that the reputation of Buddhism has been tarnished.

He suddenly felt very boring, couldn't help but sneered, turned around and left.

When he walked to the end of the corridor, he remembered that it was raining and he hadn't brought an umbrella, and A Lian was ordered by him to do other things. Naturally, Grandma Ji wouldn't worry about such trivial things for him, and she was counting on someone It's impossible to bring an umbrella.

Ji Huai stood under the eaves for a while, seeing that the rain had not stopped, he got impatient and stepped into the rain.

However, it did not catch the rain.

When he looked up, he saw the oil-paper umbrella above his head, and when he turned his head, he saw the monk's handsome face.

Slightly surprised.

The monk held an umbrella in one hand, and his large white monk robe slipped slightly, revealing a small piece of thin wrist bone, which looked extremely pale in the hazy and humid water vapor.

"If you get in the rain, you will get a cold."

Ji Huai heard the monk say this.

The author has something to say:

In ancient times, if you get caught in the rain and catch a cold, you will die if you are not careful.

Ji Huai (sneering): Master is fearless, just when he gets sick, he falls down when he dies.

Zhan Hua (holding up the umbrella seriously): (a_a)

Ji Huai: ...