Rebellious officials bow their heads

Those dusty memories came one after another, and the promenade seemed to echo with the stumbling steps of children and the mournful cries of women.

As if returning to the deep mansion where she lived when she was young, with carved beams and painted buildings, every part is magnificent and exquisite, Mrs. Xu sat at the table, covering her face and weeping.

There is a wall separated by tents for incense. The man is lying on his side on the couch, with a young woman nestled in his arms, holding a grape with his slender fingers like catkins, and stuffing it into the other's mouth gently and deftly. The two look at each other affectionately. .

Xu Yan sat outside with his mother for a long time, with tears on his face.On the table in front of him was a candle lamp, covered with parchment paper, which barely dispelled the darkness, and the flying moths circled around the paper cover, their fluttering wings brought flowing light and shadow.

Mrs. Xu has been immersed in grief, and he has no way to comfort him, so he can only climb off the bench and run into the house.

"Father, mother is crying..." Xu Yan stood beside Luo Han's couch, looking anxiously at the man.

But the other party only cared about being glued to that woman, letting the intermittent crying sound from outside the bead curtain come in.

"Father." Xu Yan stretched out his small hand, but he didn't dare to pull the corner of his clothes, "Mother is crying."

The scene in front of him was like a graceful and luxurious painting, but he was cut off from it.

The deep affection between the two was in the past, and his mother also had it. The promise of each other, a couple for a lifetime, let her remember it in her heart, and threw herself into this empty dream. She became a man's wife, but was Abandon it like a pair of clogs.

"Father..." Xu Yan choked up and called out. He stood for too long, and when he thought he would not get a response, the man suddenly pushed the woman in his arms away slightly.

"Father?" Xu Yan looked at him expectantly, "Could you go and comfort mother..."

But the slap that greeted him immediately slapped him heavily.

The young child couldn't bear the force of the palm at all, so he fell hard and knocked down the screen.

Mrs. Xu who was outside the bead curtain heard this, came in quickly, hugged Xu Yan who was on the ground, burst into tears, and begged: "Master, it's me who is troublesome, don't blame the child..."

Neither the injured son nor the grief-stricken wife could bring back the man's heart of stone. He grabbed Mrs. Xu's hair and strode forward, dragged her to the door, and punched her belly hard. With a kick, "Get out! Cry, you know how to cry all day long! It's annoying me!"

Mrs. Xu curled up into a ball, shivering, "Master..."

Like an enraged lion, the man lifted the woman up and threw her to the ground again. The sound of her body hitting the ground was shocking, and Mrs. Xu couldn't make any more sound immediately.

"Who do you think you are? After giving birth to a son, you think you are the mistress? Who am I with and what do you want to ask? You are just a worm attached to my body! It is too easy to crush you to death !"

He grabbed the woman's neck, and when he was about to exert force, Xu Yan got up from the ground, rushed forward and opened his mouth to bite the man's hand.

He exerted all his strength, but the man couldn't resist the man shouting angrily and throwing his hand away. Xu Yan was thrown out of the door immediately, and his small body hit the bluestone ground far away.

It was raining heavily outside the house, and the blood mixed with the rain was gurgling. Xu Yan stood up trembling and propping up his arms, his head was covered with blood.

The room was like an absurd drama, the husband was beating his wife, but the pain all over his body reminded Xu Yan—it was true.

He turned around and ran out of the yard, drenched in the heavy rain, dragging his soaked clothes to find someone. The servant girls did not know where they were hiding, so he had to go all the way to the main courtyard. His figure was so thin that he would almost be blown away by the strong wind. He patted on the tall pavilion door anxiously.

A graceful woman came out from inside. She looked at Xu Yan in surprise, knelt down and took out a handkerchief to wipe the blood on his face, and asked gently: "Yan'er, what happened?"

Xu Yan wiped his tears, sobbing angrily: "Ma'am, my father is beating my mother, please, please go and save my mother, please..."

The woman said in a heartbroken tone: "Don't worry, Yan'er don't cry, I will definitely blame the third child tomorrow, he is too careless..."

Xu Yan's heart was so cold that he stood stiffly, staring blankly at the woman in front of him. She stuffed the handkerchief into his hand and seemed to comfort him, but he couldn't hear it clearly.

The woman returned to the warm pavilion, and the orange paper window reflected the silhouettes of a group of luxurious women. I don't know who said what, and a series of laughter sounded inside.

After the storm that day, Mrs. Xu was carried back by her servants angrily, and the wound on Xu Yan's head gradually healed as time passed.

Finally, Mrs. Xu's heart was as dead as ashes and no longer entangled. All her infatuation with her husband was reduced to ashes. She and Xu Yan stayed in a dark corner of the mansion, but the frequent beatings continued.

After Xu Yan cleaned up the messy house, wiped off the blood on the ground, and sat quietly with his mother, Mrs. Xu seemed to have dried up her tears, her face was numb and desperate.

Life can't go on anymore, Xu Yan used to cry with his mother, but not this time, he is only ten years old, but his eyes are full of determination.

"Mom," he said, "I want to take you away."

Mrs. Xu was startled, she came over to hug him, closed her eyes and two lines of tears flowed out, "We can't leave...their family won't allow this kind of scandal to happen, we can't go anywhere..."

"Mother, I will definitely take you away." Xu Yan gritted his teeth.

At that time, Huang Piao'er had grown up and left the mansion far away, and the bloody memory had faded, but he couldn't uproot it.

He was taller than his father, and his facial features became a deep and handsome appearance. Xu Yan stood in the courtyard, looked at the bright moon, turned and entered the room.

half a month later.

Zhou Yuan checked Ye Liuzhou's pulse at the pharmacy, and stayed still for a while. When he withdrew his hand, Ye Liuzhou didn't hear the other party's voice, so he asked, "What's wrong?"

After Zhou Yuan thought for a while, he took off the cloth belt in front of him, "I want to change the medicinal material, and I need to remix the medicine, so don't wear it for a few days."

Ye Liuzhou saw the light again, and without waiting for more instructions from him, he happily slipped away, ran into the kitchen to look for wine, found a pot of rice wine, just took a sip, Mrs. Xu came in with a basket in her arms, saw him and asked: " Why aren't you wearing a cloth strip? Can you see it?"

Ye Liuzhou hid the wine behind his back with one hand, coughed and said, "Zhou Yuan said that he needs to refill the medicine so he doesn't need to wear it."

"That's it." Mrs. Xu smiled gently, "Drinking alcohol hurts your health, it's better to drink less."

"it is good."

Hearing Ye Liuzhou's answer, Mrs. Xu turned around and put down the basket, and got busy in front of the cutting board.

Ye Liuzhou stepped forward and saw Mrs. Xu kneading the dough into delicate patterns, "Is this peach blossom cake?"

"Well, I made it for Yan'er, he always likes to eat this kind of sweet." Mrs. Xu asked, "What about you, I'll make what you like."

Ye Liuzhou said that there is no need to bother, and followed Mrs. Xu to write down the steps of making peach blossom cakes quietly. When she was away in the afternoon, he sneaked up in the kitchen and worked hard for a long time. Served with honey and cooked on the hob of the stove.

He took a plate of peach blossom cakes and went to Xu Yan's room, but there was no one in and Xu Yan was not there.

Ye Liuzhou put down the plate casually, and when he was about to go out, he suddenly paused, remembered something, turned back and picked up a piece to taste the taste, after trying it, he only felt salty and sour, like gnawing a barberry and swallowing a needle, he almost spit come out.

He stared at the peach blossom cakes silently for a while, found an empty box, poured all the cakes and plates into it, and was about to take it out and throw it away, but suddenly heard footsteps approaching, it was too late to go out now, he looked around quickly , closed the box and kicked it under the bed.

Xu Yan helped Ah Zhong’s scrolls to dry in the sun to get rid of the musty smell. Now he took a few scrolls into the house, his eyes fell on Ye Liuzhou who was standing upright, and he frowned slightly, “What are you doing here? What?"