Envy

His second brother couldn't stand it anymore, and knelt down to beg Yan Shuhan: "Father, Zhao Han did nothing wrong, please stop beating..."

Yan Shuhan ignored it, and slapped Yan Zhaohan on the back with a whip: "This is called doing nothing wrong! This is called doing nothing wrong, huh? Do you know what the rumors outside are like? Do you see anything wrong in your eyes? Yan family, do you have a father like me!"

Yan Shuhan slapped his hands hard, his sleeves were torn, and the inside was bloody.His right cheek was swept by the tail of the whip, leaving a red mark.

His father spat on the ground: "How did your mother teach you, shameless, lowly!" Yan Shuhan kicked him in the stomach.

Yan Zhaohan supported the icy ground with one hand, Yan Qingheng supported him, protected him with his body, and blocked the whip for him.

Yan Zhaohan looked up at Yan Shuhan, his eyes were red, and his body trembled slightly due to the severe pain.In that look was the hatred that Yan Shuhan would never forget until his death.

He seemed to want to say something, opened his lips, but didn't say anything.Yan Shuhan was angry in his heart, pulled Yan Qingheng away, and slapped him down: "What kind of eyes do you have! Is this how you look at your own father?"

Yan Shuhan pulled Yan Zhaohan's hair, knocked his head to the ground several times, until his forehead became red, swollen and bleeding.His second brother came to pull his father in a panic, but was thrown away.

He had seen it when he was a child, that's how Yan Shuhan treated his mother.His mother was cowardly and never dared to resist. She was humiliated and beaten again and again in that dark yard.The modest gentleman Yan Shuhan in the eyes of outsiders is the real scum.

So he's crazy.

His fingers closed feebly, and he thought he was going crazy too.Yan Shuhan stepped on his spine, kicked and beat his knees violently.He was curled up, his long hair was messy, and his body was covered in injuries.

He was a little delirious.Next to Yan Qingheng's ear was the pleading voice.He is cowardly, and his second brother is as cowardly as he is.

Yan Shuhan had vented enough, stepped on his ankle before leaving, and said, "Just like your mother, a shameless thing."

Yan Shuhan walked to the door, Yan Zhaohan looked at his back and said, "Never."

He suddenly turned around to look at his scarred son: "What?"

Yan Zhao smiled, his eyes full of sarcasm: "Didn't your chief Fang ask me if I regarded you as my own father? I said I never did. Now that you hear me clearly, you don't have to speak so harshly in the future."

Yan Shuhan was so angry that he almost broke his leg that day, and then ordered Yan Zhaohan to be locked up and no one was allowed to give him food.

During those few days, the second elder brother secretly visited him in the dark, brought him medicine and meals, and brought them in through the gap in the old window.At night, candles are lit in the house.Yan Qingheng stared at the light, seeing the bruises on his face, his heart ached.

The second elder brother persuaded him, saying that his father just had a violent temper, and told him to follow along.

Jiang Tong also came once and brought him warm pastries.He said: "You just listen to your father's words. You are right to listen to your father's words. You can do what he says, so that you can suffer less."

He also asked, "Has Meng Tou been pestering you?"

"No."

Jiang Tong breathed a sigh of relief: "It's fine if you don't have it. These rumors will be dissipated. I will say a few good words for you in front of Master in a while, and a gentleman like Master who understands righteousness must be relieved."

Yan Zhaohan didn't want to talk.After he left, he threw the pastry he sent into the corner.

He couldn't listen, he just wanted to escape from Yan's family as soon as possible.

He thought about Meng Tou like crazy.

He thought that after he had walked thousands of miles, the man opened the door and looked at him in amazement, then embraced him with a pair of peach blossom eyes, smiled and whispered in his ear, "Why are you here?"

Meng Touqiu's letter said that after autumn and next spring, he would stay at Meng's house to deal with urgent matters.He was probably really busy, and he hadn't sent a letter to Fulian for several months.He was determined to go to Lizhou to find Meng Tou.

He tried every means to escape from the courtyard where he was imprisoned, took advantage of the night to avoid everyone, and left Yan's house.He didn't have much silver and fines on him, and he had never walked such a long way alone.

He has ridden a pony, sat in a carriage, taken a boat, and walked thousands of miles.After the cold weather, he dressed thinly and caught the wind and cold.Frustration and illness haunted him all the way.

He once fell ill on the street and was taken care of by a beggar on the street overnight.The child's face was dirty, and his eyes were black and bright. A cold cloth towel that was too old to distinguish its color was applied to his face, and he was covered with a thick quilt that was also dirty and torn.

When he was at his worst, he slept in ruined temples and under stone bridges, drank the muddiest water, and could only afford a steamed bun worth a few cents a day.

He thought, it would be great to see Meng Tou, it would be enough to comfort all the bitterness and coldness.He wanted to sleep peacefully next to his third brother and have a long dream without pain or disease.

When he was dozens of miles away from Lizhou, he was penniless.He is still in good spirits, washing himself by the river and tidying himself up.He didn't want to look too pale and sickly.

His luck was also good, and he met the coachman who was rushing to the city of Lizhou.The man saw that he was busy with travel and dust, and gave him a ride for a while.

The first time he arrived in Lizhou, he couldn't find his way. After asking passers-by, he finally found Meng's house in the evening.

He didn't go into Meng's house, and met Meng Xi, the naughty little girl at the gate of Meng's house.Mother heard that he was Meng Tou's friend, and said kindly: "The third young master went to the temple fair with Miss Zhao's family. Why don't you come to Meng's mansion, young master? The young master should be back later."

He had heard that there was a talented lady in the Zhao family in Lizhou who was Zhao Ce's younger sister.His mind was in chaos and he didn't want to think about anything.He couldn't sit still, he asked Mammy about the long street where the temple fair was located, and went with his bags.

He walked from dawn to dusk, and all the lanterns on the street were lit.He shuttled among pedestrians wearing various masks, looking for Meng Tou's figure.

He was pushed back several times by the crowd, and his bag was knocked off.He had no choice but to walk to the side of the open street and stand under the conspicuous marriage tree covered with red cloth strips.On the lowest branch hung a rabbit lantern.

Pedestrians walked shoulder to shoulder in front of him.He also followed them, walking aimlessly, the longer the long street, the fewer pedestrians.He was a little tired and always had the illusion of living in a dream.He looked at the shadows, as if he was looking at a wandering soul.

A person selling candied haws passed in front of his eyes.Bright lights in the distance head on.The man in white was walking in the world of mortals, whispering softly to the girl who was hand in hand, inadvertently raised his eyes to look over, and stopped in his tracks.