Picked up a little dumb on the side of the road

Later, Wei Ting'an ordered people to send money to the small courtyard of Wei Xun's mother and son less and less.

Maybe he forgot, or maybe it was the wives and aunts in the mansion who were obstructing it; anyway, Bian Xingcan has fallen out of favor, so even if it's just a maid who wants to enrich his own pocket, it's not difficult.

In increasingly difficult days, Bian Xingcan finally dismissed his servants.

The water onion-like nails were neatly cut off, and the pair of jade hands playing the piano were roughened between the stove and the washboard, and they could no longer "wrists with white skin and red jade shoots, and the strings for tuning the piano were pointed and slanted".

At about the same time, Bian Xingcan's medicine also gradually stopped.She can only rely on pawning some clothes and jewelry left before, and even help neighbors to mend and wash to survive with her son.

Without the decoction to hang Bian Xingcan's spirit, she withered day by day at a speed visible to the naked eye.

And Wei Xun can only continue to watch his mother busy with the work she is not good at during the day, and eat so little.

At night, I sat withered every night, and all the tears flowed.

Such a thin body is suffering like this.

He cried again and again and begged his mother to pawn the guqin to supplement the family income, and exchanged money to invite a doctor back.

Finally one day, the most gentle woman in the world in his memory suddenly became angry.

Bian Xingcan's voice was weak and harsh, "If one day I can't see that piano, then you will no longer have a mother in this world."

Finally, finally.Everything is settled.

Bian Xingcan's infatuation couldn't keep Wei Tingan, and Wei Xun's admiration couldn't call Bian Xingcan back.

Later, Wei Xun felt more and more that all the love and warmth his mother gave him was just a scam, just for the betrayal and abandonment at this moment.

There has never been any real love.

Bian Xingcan was kind to him only because Wei Tingan's blood flowed from his body.Bian Xingcan named him the word "Xun", which means that he is looking forward to finding her husband day after night, year after year.

He hated his mother, resented his mother; there was no way to forgive this woman for not wanting to cherish herself for him and stay by his side for a moment.

But Xingcan's eyes were finally closed tightly, and the brilliance in the eyes that seemed to be able to give birth to a sky full of stars ended with her short and humble life.

Wei Xun was kneeling beside the bed, holding his mother's hand, wiping away her tears; feeling her mother's warmth slipping away little by little.

He clenched his little hands tightly, but he couldn't grasp anything.

He saw Bian Xingcan's face when he left in dreams and in front of his eyes countless times, and he hated it in his heart.

Because there was clearly no reluctance on that face, as if relieved.

In fact, from the moment he was sure that he lost Wei Tingan, Bian Xingcan died.

She should also love her son, at least Wei Xun is like Wei Tingan in that way.

But what she needs is never someone like Wei Tingan, what she needs is the husband she has been infatuated with all her life.

After all, no one in this world can heal her pain of losing her beloved forever.

Maybe she didn't really want to leave her son, but it was really too painful to live with such a gentle woman like her.

In her opinion, this unrequited love is the only luxury in her life, and she is not worthy of it.

This kind of humbleness flowed in Bian Xingcan's bones and blood, and she never felt any resentment until she died.

And this humbleness also flowed into Wei Xun's body along the umbilical cord.

I don’t know if Bian Xingcan can see it in another world. Wei Xun has learned ten percent of her skills, discerning appearance, humility and obedience, but no matter whether he is in that Zhumen or in the later Qinggang sect, he can’t get her. Others are half happy.

Bian Xingcan was humble and never felt jealousy, so he never taught Wei Xun how terrible jealousy is in this world.

Back then when Wei Tingan loved Bian Xingcan so much and tried every means to redeem her from the brothel, he even thought of taking her back to the mansion, but this idea was quickly suppressed by Wei Tingan's wife.

In Wei Tingan's business, half of the contacts are in the hands of his father-in-law. If his wife doesn't nod, Bian Xingcan has not been able to cross that high threshold after all.

But this does not prevent Mrs. Wei from still hating Bian Xingcan, who has become a favorite, and Wei Xun, who looks more and more like her mother day by day.

At first, Wei Xun didn't understand why he waited on his wife and aunt carefully every day, and behaved like his mother said, with his tail between his legs, never daring to have the slightest extravagance, but still not enough.

The servants in the mansion are rewarded for doing things beautifully, but no matter what they do, no one will see them. If they are seen, they will basically be beaten.

He saw Mrs. Wei and the aunts fighting all day long in the mansion, and he could only do core grinding in the middle.

I fell into a nightmare of fear day by day.

The Qixuan guqin was also taken away after his father stopped coming after listening to the piano he played twice.

The time Bian Xingcan gave him was too short, and his piano skills were still far behind that of the generation of famous courtesans back then.

He lost everything.

The mother he thought loved him deeply, the incomplete but warm home, and the only relic of his mother.

He didn't dare to hate, and didn't dare to beg, he could only hide in a corner and shiver.

But he still remembered Bian Xingcan's words, and he was grateful, because the Zhumen opened, and because of the song "Long Lovesickness", his father gave him a second home.

But he found that his father's last gift, his second home, didn't seem to want to accept him either.

It was his last possession, but just because he was Bian Xingcan's son, this family couldn't accommodate him.

At that time, Wei couldn't find his primary school years. Like all children, he wanted to have a family and someone who loved him. At the same time, he thought of Bian Xingcan's words over and over again, and felt that he was not worthy.

He can only hate himself for not practicing the piano well, for not being able to keep his mother's last relic, and for not being able to make his father look at him even more.

He couldn't find a way out until he met Xu Qingyan.

The skills that Bian Xingcan taught him were not completely useless, at least he saw a trace of pity and appreciation in the eyes of that man that Wei Tingan had never seen before.

So he decided to go with the fairy, he longed for power, he didn't want to have nothing, he never wanted to face the powerlessness when he lost his mother and Guqin, and couldn't keep his father's eyes.

He didn't dare to ask for someone to be willing to accompany him sincerely, because even his mother couldn't do it.

But at least, because of his power or flattery, just stay by his side and don't leave him.

Later, after Wei Xun went up the mountain, he took the opportunity of going to the back mountain to cut firewood and brought back a piece of wood.

He made a Guqin himself, but never stroked it once.

While he was in a hurry to get back what he had lost, at the same time he disliked the violin he made, thinking it was much uglier than his mother's famous violin back then.

But he still kept the piano, and there was a thick layer of dust on the desk.

Apart from the string of amber and silver bells, the only thing he can own is this piano.

Until he brought Wuyin back, Wuyin would clean it up every day, but he still didn't touch it.

Wu Yin saw that he never played the piano, so he asked him if he wanted to put it away, and he agreed after thinking about it.

Because his world is no longer as barren as it was when he first went up the mountain, he has something new besides the piano.

He has a whole body of cultivation.

This simple piano is just to prove that he can play the piano, that he has something left by Bian Xingcan on him, and that he is not nothing.

He no longer needed such naive proofs.

Although the people on the mountain didn't like him very much, but he had already learned the word 'jealousy' deeply in the gate of the mansion, and he didn't mind.

What does that matter?Even his mother didn't really like him anyway.

At least he will no longer be as incompetent as when he lost his mother when he was a child, he has the ability to keep what he wants.

Even if you can't be needed because of love, even if this need is mixed with fear.But at least now, no one can easily abandon him anymore.