Picked up a little dumb on the side of the road

Wei Xun's mother was named Bian Xingcan, which didn't sound like a brothel prostitute, or even a girl.

Bian Xingcan's parents died early, and she was only seven or eight years old when she was sold into a brothel by her brother and sister-in-law; the bustard also gave her names like Sisi and Yiyi.

Until later met the gentleman who taught her to play the piano.

The old man was a poor scholar, he had read some books in his early years and had passed the imperial examination, but he was too obsessed with rhythm, and in the end everything was delayed.When he was old, he had no wife and children, no property and no land, so he could only make a living by teaching piano.

The husband exclaimed when he saw Bian Xingcan when he was a child, "This is 'Xinghan is brilliant, if you come out of it!'"

I said it several times in a row, all about Bian Xingcan's eyes.

He taught Bian Xingcan for a period of time, and felt that the girl was hardworking, smart, and extremely talented, and he really liked it, so he told the bustard——

"Look at the brothels in this city. There are people named Sisi and Yiyi who are not only one hundred but also eighty. I think your daughter is going to be the top spot in the restaurant's flower list in the future. You should give her a good name." Son. Let me think of one for you, and keep it for people to remember at a glance, how about you?"

The bustard's surname is Bian, and she has no culture; but she thinks that the scholar can talk, which made her very happy, and the name given by the scholar must be correct.

The old scholar was right. The night Bian Xingcan's sign was put up, it moved the whole city, and within two months, he was elected leader.

Became the person in the poem "the eyebrows are long in the distant mountains, the waist is slim and the willows are curled up. After makeup, there is a spring breeze, and a smile is less than a thousand gold."

And among the people who spent a lot of money for that smile was Wei Xun's father——Wei Ting'an.

Up to now, Wei Xun can't recall his father's appearance very much, because they rarely see father and son.

But today he can be said among the people that "Looks like Pan An, but Lang Yan is unique", except for his starry eyes and the gentle curve of the corners of his mouth, which is inherited from Bian Xingcan, in fact, his tall and handsome is probably more like Wei Ting'an.

Wei Ting'an, who was upright in his prime back then, was once tall, majestic, handsome, full of poetry and books, and flirtatious; being pursued by such a man, how many young girls in the world could not be tempted.

What's more, it's a humble woman like Bian Xingcan who has been wandering all her life.

Bian Xingcan also had a time when he was extremely favored and was accompanied by the king every day, but Wei Xun was not born at that time.

His mother's fall from grace occurred around the time of his birth.

When this woman gives birth to a child, she will always go through the gate of hell.When Bian Xingcan had a big belly and was inconvenient to serve others, Wei Tingan came less and less. When she was confinement, Wei Tingan only came to listen to the piano a few times and then stopped showing up.

After all, God did not continue to favor Bian Xingcan.

In the early years, she wasted time in brothels. When Wei Xun was born, she was already quite old, and it was not easy to give birth to a child safely; like many women, it was inevitable that her waist would lose her limbs and her complexion would be withered.

It is nothing more than an ordinary drama in which the sex waits on people, and the sex fades and loves to relax; but it is better than the story of the hard-working prostitute and the poor lover in the drama.

At least Wei Ting'an redeemed Bian Xingcan's body and allowed him to stay in a small courtyard.

When Wei Xun got a little older, he started running out of the yard to play with the children in the alley. That's when he discovered that everyone else had a father, but he didn't.

He asked his mother, "Mother, where is Dad? Why didn't you come to see us?"

Bian Xingcan was still so gentle, "Does Xun'er miss his father?"

She hugged her son on her lap and patted her back to comfort her, "It's my mother's fault. She has no skills and can't keep your father. Your father used to love listening to my mother play the piano. Now there must be someone who can play the piano better than my mother." Mother is better, so your father went to listen to the piano elsewhere."

Wei Xun was still too young at that time, he couldn't read the loneliness in his mother's eyes, but he could see the tears in those eyes, so he didn't dare to ask any more questions.

This is the first thing Wei Xun learned from his mother, that he must have the ability to keep important people.

Since then, Wei Xun has been learning the piano from his mother with his small fleshy hands that have not yet grown.That Qixuan Guqin was the most valuable thing in the courtyard at that time.

Later, when Wei Tingan more and more often "forgot" to provide for their mother and son, even though Bian Xingcan dismissed his servants and pawned his clothes, he never thought about playing the piano.

It was a token of love given to Bian Xingcan by Wei Tingan when Bian Xingcan was still popular in the brothel.

Later, when Bian Xingcan passed away, when Wei Xun went to the mansion to join his father with his qin on his back, he was not as tall as a standing qin.

The rich door opened slowly, and the man whom he called father and mother called husband came out from the crowd of maids and servants.

This was the first time he saw his father as far back as he could remember, and he couldn't see Wei Tingan's face clearly through the high threshold of Zhumen and the servants, he only vaguely remembered that it was a tall, straight man.

His father didn't speak to him, and he didn't even look him in the eye. He only glanced at him briefly, then raised his hand to signal for the door to be closed, and left without looking back.

He struggled to untie the qin on his back facing the closed rich door, carefully unwrapped the silk cloth on it, sat on the floor, put the qin on his knees, and played the song that his mother repeatedly told him before he died. To play the tune to his father again.

Afterwards, the wealthy family restarted, and a servant led him in.

The song is called "Long Lovesickness", and the tune was written by Bian Xingcan himself.

That he is the song of love between mother and father.

It was only later that Wei Xun found out that he had seven or eight brothers and sisters in the courtyard alone, and he didn't know how many children like him were raised outside the courtyard.

No wonder his father walked so casually.

The childish eyebrows and eyes hadn't had time to give birth to the mother's color, and his father didn't recognize who he was at all; it wasn't until the song that the man had a little memory of his mother.

But Wei Xun didn't hate his father, because Bian Xingcan always told him——

"Son, don't blame your father. Although people are supposed to be equal, the world is still divided into high and low. It's my mother's fault. It's not your father's fault that I can't give you a good background. Although what we have now Not much, but we never had nothing without your father."

The woman hugged her child and said softly, "Even you are a gift from your father to me. We can only be grateful."

Thunder, rain and dew are all the grace of the king.

This is the second thing Wei Xun learned from Bian Xingcan.It is also the inferiority complex that Bian Xingcan has baked into his soul.

Nothing but gratitude.

If it is said that Wei Xun learned the first two things by himself, then Bian Xingcan taught him the third thing.

Bian Xingcan was born in a brothel. Although he is not knowledgeable in books, he is very knowledgeable in etiquette.

She is exquisite in all aspects, considers every aspect of her life, advances and retreats gracefully between left and right, is very good at observing words and expressions, she is not obsessed with flattery and can please others.

This is what she does as a brothel girl.

Except for her piano skills and the guqin that promises love, she has nothing left for her son.

She was as gentle as before, and said slowly with her arms around her son, "If you go to the mansion, you will please your father and his wives and aunts. You must remember other people's alms and gifts. Can't reach out to get it."

She seemed to have known for a long time that she would not be able to stay with her youngest son for a long time, so she hurriedly taught Wei Xun these things as the skills to survive in the mansion.

This is also the reason why Wei Xun didn't even hate his father, but could never forgive his mother.

He couldn't forgive Bian Xingcan for teaching him everything in such a hurry, without any intention to save a moment for himself.

Bian Xingcan was already quite old when he gave birth to Wei Xun, and he had difficult labor and could not get the mercy of his husband, so he has been supported by soup and medicine since he was confinement.

Ever since Wei Xun could remember, he watched his mother eat bowls of soup and medicine on time all day long, but she was still getting thinner and thinner day by day, and even the brilliance in those starry eyes was dimming day by day.

Finally one night when he was awakened by a nightmare at midnight, Wei Xun ran to Bian Xingcan's room, and he saw his mother weeping with Hongzhu through the crack of the door.

He was too scared to go in.

It turned out that the starlight in Bian Xingcan's eyes was all gone with tears.

After that, he often sneaked to Bian Xingcan's room in the middle of the night, and tried to wipe away Bian Xingcan's tears with his clumsy little hands.

Bian Xingcan gently held his son in his arms, softly chanting nursery rhymes to lull him to sleep.

Looking back now, all of Wei Xun looked so absurd and ridiculous.

He naively wanted to comfort his mother, but he was never what Bian Xingcan needed.

His reliance on Bian Xingcan and his love and admiration are nothing compared to that man who has never appeared before.