It's better to soak you in instant noodles [Quick Transmigration]

Later, they had a pair of children, twins, not only good-looking, but also extremely superior in education and IQ, and they especially liked their elder brother.

No one would dislike well-behaved children, especially Mrs. Han and Mr. Han, who are looked at and judged by the outside world—they have lived under the envy of others since they were born, and they can only live under such envious eyes .

Then things suddenly became more embarrassing. I don't know why the nanny called them suddenly before he died, telling them the so-called truth and evidence.

It is simply a cancer, growing on their hearts, if they don't take it away, they will have trouble sleeping and eating.I don't know how this incident happened so coincidentally, the younger brother who was skipped to go home just overheard him, and he interrupted their conversation like a demon Rakshasa.

"Mom and Dad, are you going to take him home?"

Mr. Han and Mrs. Han were silent, and then the young man made a sarcastic smile and gave them a suggestion: "Don't touch Han Yueyue, don't break the peace now, I will help you rot this secret in your stomach."

Mr. Han and Mrs. Han are people who want to live under the envious eyes of others. It is impossible for them to allow themselves to add a joke. They deliberated carefully all night and made the most correct decision.

Later, the twins were about to take the college entrance examination, but they couldn't bear Han Xingchen's ridicule and ridicule towards them more and more. They seemed to have been seen through their ugly hearts and had nowhere to escape.

Then Mr. and Mrs. Han went on a business trip—they needed a reason not to be home.

Then the college entrance examination was over, and they still had to meet each other. Mrs. Han came up with an idea to go on a graduation trip.She made full arrangements for the two-month summer vacation, and almost didn't miss a day of free time.Fine, this is perfect.

You only need to wait until the four years of college are over and the twins work, and they can live separately.

It can be seen that the two children did not know when they deviated from the established track and began to make mistakes. Madam Han looked at the boy who came to question them, and her heart sank to the bottom.

This is like a dark fairy tale, no one will believe it, it will only make people feel like a satirical novel.

That's fine, as long as no one believes it.

But Han Yueyue died, and after everything calmed down, the elder brother of the twins died.

Mom and Dad were stunned, and shed a lot of tears of pain and regret. They were a little sorry—such an obedient and obedient child, why did he refuse to continue to be obedient and have his own ideas.

Mr. Han and Mrs. Han were drinking coffee in the Han family's villa. They felt a little lonely. The villa was too big to see anyone.

Then one day, they realize... they regret it.

In fact, they can tell the truth to the two children from the beginning, and then take the poor child from the orphanage back, not in the Han family villa, but in another small apartment, so that they can slowly accept the truth , give them equal love.

Because these two children are innocent and pitiful.No one is born without maternal love, even if the other person is a dementia who doesn't understand anything, let alone this child is their own.

But they understood it too late, and gradually regretted it when they had lost everything. No one was willing to give them another chance.

So the dark fairy tale is over, but the satirical novel has just begun.

Because Han Xingchen actually took the child from the orphanage back to the Han family and kept them company every day.

They looked at the person in front of them, feeling like punishment——Han Yuechu became another person to torture them, reminding them of what they did wrong every day.

They knew that this was their own child and another person, but they still felt a little scary—even when they faced Han Xingchen, they felt extremely scary, and sometimes they couldn't tell the difference, thinking that it was Han Yuechu's phantom .

They were the ones who were sorry for that child, and they were the ones who drove that obedient and pure child to a dead end step by step. At that time, even if they understood him a little bit and gave him a little support, that obedient and well-behaved child would not be willing to leave so resolutely.

No one forgives them. In fact, where they need others, even they themselves cannot forgive themselves. They have the same nightmare every day.

Then the child brought back from the orphanage started to giggle again, knowing that he should be compensated and treated better, but Mr. Han and Mrs. Han felt that laughter was so harsh and creepy...

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The funeral ended quickly, and Han Xingchen bought a quiet place for Han Yue as his cemetery, allowing him to walk in a dignified way.

Han Xingchen asked the workers to dig two graves directly, and after putting Han Yuechu's ashes in, keep the remaining half for himself.He lowered his head and smiled, thinking of the words in the boy's letter: I should have gone to hell a long time ago.

"You are wrong at the beginning of the month, I should go to hell." He smiled self-deprecatingly, "Is this what you expect from me? Let me learn to let go step by step, learn to get used to being without you, become mature, and no longer be like Just as childish as before."

The wind blew gently, and the leaves were rattling, as if someone was responding to him.

Han Xingchen asked: "Are you answering me, Yue Yue?"

The only answer to him is still the wind, and his boy can no longer call his name in a flattering, cowardly, and wronged way, and the sound is so clear in his mind.

"Stars...stars...stars..."

"Xingchen, puppy love is not good..."

"Xingchen, wait for me."

"Xingchen, let's have a group of truth or dare for a while, okay?"

"Xingchen, are you angry? It's all my fault..."

"The stars..."

"The stars..."

Han Xingchen covered his eyes, his throat rolled up and down twice, sat beside the tombstone, and asked softly, "Are you still willing to wait for me, Moon Moon?"

"Wait for me, okay... I'm alone, I'm so scared..."

People say that March in Yangzhou is the most beautiful scene in the sky and on earth, especially the literati and poets who can play, even if their wallets are cleaner than their faces, they always have to go to the gallery for a good look.

The young master of the Gu family was different, because he never carried a purse with him, and he only brought a servant with him.

The display in the gallery is very particular. There are calligraphy and paintings written by famous contemporary masters, and there are also handkerchiefs embroidered by ladies who are vying to propose marriage before they leave the cabinet. Qing Guan, who caused a sensation when he came, played the piano well.

Gu Minglang, the youngest son of the Gu family, has had a romantic and suave story that has long been spread in the streets and alleys of Yangzhou, especially his love affair with spending a lot of money for beauties. It is said that every first night in the Goulan courtyard in Yangzhou is by Gu Ming. Lang bought it.

When the young master of the Gu family heard the rumor, he dropped his chopsticks to the ground in surprise, and Da Song who was beside him hurriedly exchanged a new pair with him, "Young master, why are you so surprised?"

Meng Yile smashed his mouth, took the new chopsticks, and frowned: "Is there anyone who believes such a bizarre statement?"

"Don't talk about this, even if someone says that all the maids in the courtyard of Gu's mansion are your housemates, I guess no one will not believe it." Da Song and Gu Minglang grew up together, and the two are compared to ordinary hostesses. The servant relationship is even more complicated, and there is no quarrel, he curled his lips: "I advise you not to go to that kind of Yanliu Lane on weekdays, but if you don't listen, it's all right now, the elder is going to arrest you and discipline you properly." Bar……"

There was a bit of complaint in his murmur, but because he was in the gallery, looking at the red lanterns and swaying willows slowly receding on the river bank, and listening to the elegant music of the piano, he quietly lowered his voice a little, He didn't dare to offend his master's face outside.

Meng Yile was ordered to return to the capital, and he was not very happy in his heart, he stretched out his hand to pick up a wine cup, took a mouthful indiscriminately, and ordered to the servant beside him: "Hurry up, send this jewelry to Qianqian! "

Da Song accepted his fate: "Hey."

Seeing Dasong rushing past, Meng Yile hastily straightened his robe and headband, put on the most chic and coquettish face, and stared affectionately at the Qing Guan who was playing the piano above.

He had heard the sound of the qin countless times in this painting boat, but today the girl playing the qin looked fresh and mysterious. As soon as he sat down, he asked Ah Song to deliver a large bouquet of flowers, and then ordered someone to run errands to Yangzhou The best silversmith shop bought a red hairpin, just waiting to present it to win the heart.

The Qing Guan, who was named Qianqian, took the delicate and small jewelry box, and she turned her eyebrows and knocked towards him. The upturned eye tails with a bit of cool color echoed her light and proud demeanor.

This glance made Meng Yile's breathing stagnate, and the handle of the fan he was holding was almost broken by him.

But without waiting for him to take a few more glances, Qing Guan hugged the body of the piano and bowed to everyone and hid behind him. Whether it was the straight back or the proud face, Meng Yile had to stretch his neck to look at it. .

"Master, how is it?" Da Song rushed back from there, with a bit of teasing in his voice, "There are girls who don't want to pay attention to your meng lang tricks, tsk, it's rare!"

"What does this mean?" Meng Yile didn't care at all, he raised his eyebrows, "Da Song, I'm not talking about you, if you are so ignorant, I'm afraid no girl will fall in love with you forever."

His eyes widened in relief, and he was about to refute something, but suddenly he saw a girl dressed as a maid slowly walking towards their table, with a slim figure, red lips and white teeth, You Qi's smile showing two dimples is the most intoxicating , He suddenly forgot the anger in his chest.

How about saying that literati and inkmen are in love with taking a look in the largest painting boat in Yangzhou, even the maids who serve people here are sharp.

Seeing that his master had already opened the folding fan, he changed into a modest gentleman, "What's the matter, girl?"

The little maid looked at him with those gentle almond eyes, and said in a light and pleasant voice, "My lord, my girl asked me to pass on a saying to you, 'The willows on the moon, return to the geese in Luoyang'."

Da Song didn't understand, and asked in a daze, "What else?"

"Gone."

"Gone?"

The little maid with two intoxicating dimples finally took a look at Dasong, but the smile on her mouth was much shallower, and the end of her eyes was three-pointed: "My girl has said so much, if you don't like to listen to me There is no way."

The little maid of the pear dimple glanced at the prodigal son who was shaking the folding fan, lowered her head to cover her mouth, and laughed at him contemptuously: "The master hasn't spoken yet, but you are screaming happily."

Poor Dasong was likened to a dog in this way, but he still couldn't get angry. Looking at the beauty's bowed head and raised eyebrows, he just felt that even if she punched him with a pink punch, he would take it all by himself. Cheap.

Da Song was in a daze: "Can you tell me the girl's name?"

"How can I tell you!"

"I..." Da Song was so choked by her that he couldn't speak, he scratched his head with a deflated look on his face.

But the prickly dimple girl giggled suddenly, shaking like a silver bell, singing slowly like an oriole, going straight to the ear and into the heart, itchy and unable to speak, "Look at how cowardly you are."

This joke is even more like a mermaid singing, even if it is flirting, it can't be more tactful than this.

The pear dimple girl gave him a slight glance, "You can ask me next time we meet and I'll tell you." After speaking, she shook her waist slightly, turned around and left without even saying goodbye.

"Hey."

"Master, why are you looking at my head?"

"Everyone has gone away, don't look at it, and pour wine for Grandpa."

In the middle of the night, all the restaurants and teahouses were closed, and the watchmen knocked on the heavy wood in their hands and shouted at the night. There were only a few places where fireworks were lively and red lanterns were hung high, and the plaques with golden inscriptions on the doors were full of brilliance. .

Meng Yile and A Song stood under a crooked tree and waited. After standing for a while, A Song felt tired, so he put the lantern in his hand aside, squatted down on the branch on the Bala ground, and found an ant hole to buckle it around. .

Look at the person next to him in a light blue coat, standing extremely tall, with a folding fan in one hand hanging slightly at his waist, and a wide sleeve folded behind his back in the other. Nine belts are tied around his waist, one layer after another. The layers of complicated and luxurious clothes are very popular and imposing.

The young master is also good-looking, with a flowing hair band and a face like a crown of jade. With such a bearing, he couldn't be lower than Asong who was squatting on the ground.

Seeing that the ants stopped running outside, Ah Song's calf twitched, he couldn't help but raised his head and asked him: "Master, did you guess right? Don't you misunderstand what the girl means?"

Meng Yile glanced at him and reprimanded him: "What are you asking, just wait."

"I don't know if that Qing Guan is playing tricks on you. Let people think about it after leaving a sentence. In the end, even if you question her, she can say that we are just being sentimental."

"Hiss, are you looking for a fight?"

"How dare I, young master."

Unexpectedly, A Song really made a prophecy come true, they just put on the stars and wore the moon to send off Guanghua, and greeted the sunrise with the morning dew. They really couldn't wait for the deserted Qin girl who left a sentence of "the head of the willow on the moon".

The two of them suffered quite a setback, especially the young master of the Gu family, where had he suffered such a loss, when was this rich man not at ease among women and loved all the time?

Holding the folding fan in his hand, he rushed in to paint the boat angrily.

The painting boat during the day is just a clean place to drink tea, not much to see, but the exquisite decoration and famous calligraphy and painting inside are more worth touching.

As soon as Meng Yilefu went in, he saw the person in charge. He was a regular visitor here. Everyone in Yangzhou knew the young master of the Gu family. The person in charge saw him. He heard that he wanted to see Qing who was playing the piano last night. Waiter, stop people quickly.

"Yo yo yo, take your time, young master, you also know the rules of our sailing boats - the girl is a pure girl, we can't make decisions."

Meng Yile snorted coldly: "Can't make the decision? Ah Song!"

Ah Song hurriedly swallowed his half-yawned yawn: "Hey, the little one is here."

Meng Yile unfolded the folding fan, and said slowly and slowly on the eardrum of the manager, "Give him a bank note, and then ask him if he can decide."

The person in charge looked carefully at Meng Yile's face, and knew that the Gu family was not something he could mess with. After thinking about it for a while, he smiled and took the bank note, "Since it's the person the young master insists on seeing, I will invite you." It's not impossible to go and have a look, after all, the young master's reputation of caring for fragrances and jades has long been spread, and I'm not afraid that you will hurt the girl."