farce a ups and downs

"Second Young Master is too much." Hong Ying complained while tidying up the room, "It is clear that he is bullying Eldest Young Master, why does Madam always turn to Second Young Master? He also suffered from the cold, and never came to visit..."

"Hongying." The young man was leaning on the bed in his middle coat, reading a book by the light of the candlestick. If he didn't speak, Hongying might have to talk for another hour.

Hongying was silent for a moment, and wanted to say something, but was interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Brother, brother is me, Mingyu, can I come in?"

Hong Ying opened her mouth: "Second Young Master never knocked on the door before."

"Hongying, you go out first," Shen Feiyu raised her voice, and said to Shen Mingyu outside the door, "Come in."

Hongying reluctantly went out, every time Shen Feiyu left her sight, something would happen, and nine out of ten incidents were related to Shen Mingyu, Hongying was almost in a psychological shadow.Half an hour passed, Shen Mingyu opened the door and left with a smile, Hong Ying couldn't wait to knock on the door: "Young master, is that why you forgive the second young master?"

Shen Feiyu turned a page of the book on her lap, raised her head when she heard this, a trace of doubt appeared on Qingjun's pale face: "Why do you see that?"

"Second Young Master was in a good mood when he left." Hong Ying said, "Master, you are soft-hearted. Second Young Master is about to be spoiled by you and your wife. A few days ago, I saw him going in and out with his group of young master friends. Goulan Washe, how young is he..."

Shen Feiyu put down the book, Hong Ying saw his face was serious, and thought he was going to intervene in Shen Mingyu's affairs, but Shen Feiyu just said lightly: "I never said to forgive him."

"Then the second young master..." Why are you so happy?

"It's just a promise to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with him."

"Master." Hong Ying called out, but didn't know what to say. No matter who he was in front of, the young master always had an extremely gentle appearance, but because of his young age, it made him look extra soft and easy to handle, just like today It was the first time for him to speak like this.

"Hongying, Mingyu and I are blood relatives. No matter how much we quarrel, this is an unchangeable fact. In the future, he will become the owner of the villa, and I will be his assistant. The Shenzhuang family has a great career, and my parents are afraid that he will support him alone. No. They won't allow outsiders to interfere in the Shen family's business, so I have to take on this burden even if I don't, but before that, my mother will turn the people around Mingyu into dogs who obey him, stupid but loyal , so she can rest assured."

"The more obedient I am, the less wary she will be of me. The weaker and incompetent I am, the more underestimated I will be, and the flawless beauty of Mingyu will be highlighted."

"Master..."

"Hongying, you have been taking care of my daily life since I was born, let me ask you, what did you hear tonight?"

Under the candlelight, the handsome young man's side face was carefully sculpted by the firelight, revealing two tinges of red, but his eyes were extremely cold.

Hongying shuddered: "Back to young master, Hongying, Hongying didn't hear anything."

"You go down."

When Hongying left, she turned around and took a look. Shen Feiyu picked up the book again and read it carefully line by line.

When only one person was left to breathe in the room, Shen Feiyu took out the portraits of figures that he had drawn carelessly during the day from the pages of the book.

The painting depicts the man whose martial arts are the best in the world and whose body is like a breeze, Shen Feiyu gradually lost his mind.

He told Hongying about his ambition, but it was definitely not his sincerity.

His sincerity has flown to the Feiping Mountain thousands of miles away at this moment, sketching every plant and tree on the mountain in his mind, and it is difficult to take back a little bit to care about other things.

The days to come are lackluster, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching in a blink of an eye. At the family banquet, Shen Yu asked Shen Feiyu and his brothers to write a poem each in the name of the festival. Shen Mingyu loves to play, and has long been tired of reading. He silently took a mouthful of rice and said, "I won't."

Shen Mingyu is knowledgeable and well-mannered: "I don't know how either."

Shen Yu's face was wonderful.

Before the family banquet was over, Shen Feiyu was imprisoned, Shen Mingyu was guarded by Shen Yu, and he couldn't get away to visit his eldest brother in the small black room until he fell asleep.

And Shen Feiyu looked at the corner of the wall illuminated by the bright white moonlight, feeling an unprecedented peace of mind.

A voice in his heart tempted him: there is nothing here, and what he wants is thousands of miles away.

He wants to leave.

The following years were like writing a good script. Shen Feiyu became more and more "useless" in front of Shen Mingyu and others. In Shen Mingyu's words, he was "stupid in reading." Big brother promised something.

Shen Feiyu thought, since he decided to let go, before he left, he had to make this bad boy Shen Mingyu suffer.

Before the two brothers learned Qinggong, Shen Feiyu often tricked his younger brother to the roof, and then moved the ladder away, and moved back when he despised his childishness.

Once Shen Mingyu fell from the roof, Shen Yu asked what happened, Shen Mingyu's face turned red, but she couldn't tell that she was being punished by her elder brother, as if she said that a piece of flesh would fall off her face, and the matter was left alone.

Later, Shen Mingyu learned to speak sarcasm, and as a result, Shen Feiyu learned a little distorting art from a passing Jianghu doctor. In addition, she was also talented, and worked out a kind of medicine that made people dumb. Take a detour.

Shen Feiyu's resistance looked like a kitten scratching an itch, which aroused Shen Mingyu's aggressiveness even more.

The two brothers started many naive struggles secretly, but Shen Feiyu still maintained a mediocre attitude on the surface. Even if Shen Yu began to doubt, he still couldn't grasp the reason.

One day, Shen Mingyu developed a high fever in the middle of the night, and vaguely thought that there might be medicine in the elder brother's place, so she touched it in the middle of the night, and was almost beaten up as a thief.

Shen Feiyu lit the lamp to see his appearance clearly, placed him on his bed, and went to make the medicine herself. When Hongying woke up and found what he was doing, she immediately came to help.

But Shen Feiyu said something that made her hair stand on end: "Hongying, if I add something in it, no one will know."

"Young Master, don't do stupid things." Hong Ying swallowed hard and looked at him in horror, "You said that the Second Young Master is always your blood relative."

Shen Feiyu smiled, "How old was I then, how old am I now? People always change."

"You were eight years old that year, but now it's only been four or five years."

The boy was holding a cattail leaf fan, his almond eyes were round and bright, like a cat, he added a medicinal herb into it, and the voice of Hongying taking a breath from the side made him laugh: "Healthy ones are not red-crowned cranes."

It doesn't matter whether Shen Mingyu has a big heart or subconsciously relies on him, Second Young Master Shen has never thought about it, since the eldest brother can already make a medicine that makes people dumb, what's so difficult about other medicines?

Two hours later, the medicine was ready. Shen Feiyu fed it to Shen Mingyu with a bowl of medicine. Seeing that Shen Mingyu was so bitter that he clenched the quilt tightly and frowned, he couldn't help asking: "If I poison it, you will do the same." Dried in one bite?"

Shen Mingyu opened her mouth and said, "Brother, you can't do it!" Her tone was very aggressive, full of anger.

Shen Feiyu thought silently: How do you know that I can't.

Probably due to the onset of the effect of the medicine, Shen Mingyu blinked slowly, a little sleepy, but her fingers stuck out of the quilt, grabbed Shen Feiyu's sleeve, and muttered: "You just don't know how to do it."

After he fell asleep completely, Shen Feiyu pulled out her sleeves, stuffed his cold hands into the quilt, and pushed the door to go out.