Marriage record after marrying the wrong person

Today is a sunny day, the sky is light, the sun is gentle and the wind is clear, if there are no accidents, it should be a pleasant scene.

however--

A pair of tender and immature hands quietly pushed open the door of their bedroom, and he lifted his little clothes and tiptoed in.

He blinked his kitten-like round eyes and looked around the room, and immediately locked on to the target. The little guy clapped his hands excitedly, and was about to look for it.

There was a wind coming through the hall, blowing the light gauze curtain in front of the bed and swaying. The layers of gauze wares were really in the way for this little guy who is not half tall!

Angrily, he pushed and kicked the annoying gauze, and was about to step forward when his foot slipped——

The little guy knocked his forehead directly to the edge of the bed.

He froze for a second or two, raised his head and touched the place where he was knocked, it hurt a little, what should we do.

Children are always simple minded, just cry when it hurts!

He twitched twice, in a gesture of preparation to persevere, then grinned, and wailed loudly, louder and louder.

Hua Yi opened his eyes abruptly, and looked sideways at the little guy beside the bed crying with tears all over his face. He was dumbfounded, and genuinely wondered if he was sleeping in a coffin, and this little guy was crying for himself?

Song Tan also woke up, the cry was really too familiar.

He stood up straight from the bed, leaped over Huayi to get out of bed, hugged the little guy into his arms, and moved quickly and smoothly, all in one go, and said: "Don't cry, be good, don't cry."

After the little guy was picked up by Song Tan, he hugged Song Tan's neck, crying and saying, "It hurts, hurts, I'm going to die..."

Song Tan became nervous, "Where is your pain?"

The little guy pointed to his forehead: "Here, I hit it."

Song Tan carefully looked at his forehead for a long time, and found that there was nothing unusual, so he relaxed, and comforted him: "I won't die! I'll take you to eat sweet-scented osmanthus candy later, don't cry, okay?"

As soon as he heard that there was candy to eat, the little guy was very happy, his crying stopped, and there were still tears on his face, he smiled and asked Song Tan to take him there now.

Hua Yi suddenly felt that he seemed to see the days to come. This is what people say about wives and children being hot on the kang.

Seeing the little guy die down, Hua Yi got up and walked to them. He glanced at the little guy, then at Song Tan, and the two looked alike.

Hua Yi suddenly felt that the thing on his head was green, he asked Song Tan suspiciously, "Whose brat?"

"My brother..."

"Oh, your brother... what? Your brother?" Hua Yi felt a little strange, "You still have such a small brother?"

Song Tan held the little guy in his arms and clicked his tongue, "You have been my father's colleague for so long, and you still don't know that he has a four-year-old son?"

Hua Yi said solemnly: "To be honest, if it wasn't for your father who pestered me to marry me, I wouldn't even know there was such a person in the court. But this kid is only four years old, who is his biological mother?"

"He and Song Ansong have the same mother."

Hua Yi was stunned at first, and then said sincerely: "Did you see Mrs. Song yesterday? Oh my god, how old is she?"

Song Tan replied calmly: "This is called the harder you work, the luckier you get."

The little guy rolled his eyes between Hua Yi and Song Tan, and he remembered that he was taught to be polite and greet people when he met them.

He leaned forward, touched Hua Yi, and said politely in a childish voice, "Hello, Uncle, I'm Song Annan, nice to meet you."

Song Tan burst out laughing.

"Uncle?" Hua Yi frowned, and looked at Song Annan, "Little brat, I'm married to your brother."

Song Annan flinched into Song Tan's arms, "Uncle is so fierce..."

Song Tan hugged him and turned around to hide, "Okay, don't scare the children." He pointed to his hair and said, "I've been wearing a chicken coop for a long time, call someone to come in, I have to wash up! "

"Aren't you going to introduce who I am to him?" Hua Yi said rather dissatisfied, but went to open the door anyway.

There were already several people waiting outside the door with basins and handkerchiefs, waiting for them to wash.

Under the ostentation surrounded by the group of servants, after washing, the two of them dressed neatly, and the beauty-loving Song Tan sat in front of the dressing table and began to groom himself, what kind of crown should he wear.

Song Annan was playing with butterflies among the flowers in the yard, while Hua Yi walked towards him with nothing to do.

Since Song Tan didn't teach, Hua Yi decided to brainwash this kid himself.

"Little brat, come here..." Hua Yi thought he showed a kind smile.

Song Annan stayed where she was, standing straight, not daring to say a word.

Hua Yi smiled again and said: "I'm not an uncle, I'm your brother's husband, you should call me brother-in-law."

Song Annan said oh, "Good uncle."

Hua Yi: "..."

Seeing that Song Annan was not close to him, Hua Yi thought to himself that he looked quite young, why must he be an uncle, it must be because he has too much evil spirit, and in the future, he should go to the prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice less often. good.

He continued his efforts, in order to please the little boy, he squatted down, stretched out his hand and caught a pink butterfly that landed on the flower in his palm, and showed it to Song Annan.

However, a butterfly is a very fragile insect after all, and Huayi's hands are too strong.

What Song Annan saw with his eyes was a poor little creature that was dying.

Hua Yi couldn't help but gasped, and cursed secretly.

This stimulation was simply too great for a child, Song Annan immediately pursed her lips and started crying again.

Song Tan ran out when he heard the crying, gave Hua Yi an angry look, hugged Song Annan and went back to the house.

Hua Yi looked at his leaving back, and threw away the half-dead butterfly in his hand as if it was bad luck. He made a decision: from now on, his cub must ride a horse at the age of three and shoot at the age of five, and he must not be so squeamish!

Adhering to the etiquette of eating without talking and sleeping without talking, the three of them ate breakfast together at the banquet without saying a word.

Hua Yi said: "I have to go out to do some things later, so I can't accompany you."

Song Tan nodded in agreement, Hua Yi was a busy man in a high position, and Song Tan always knew that he was always looking for a bunch of things.

After Hua Yi left, Song Annan begged Song Tan to take him out, and Song Tan agreed to him when he was bored.

There is a road in Song Mansion where pear blossoms are widely planted on both sides. In this season, the pear blossoms have already fallen, and the branches are covered with new leaves.

Feeling the pleasant breeze, he walked on this road holding Song Annan's little hand. Song Annan kept talking about Song Tan not being here these days, and he missed Song Tan. Song Tan replied that I miss you too. .

Song Tan asked him why he wasn't there yesterday, Song Annan slapped his chest and said that the husband took them to collect folk songs.

Song Tan thought to himself, what kind of collection is it, isn't it just to take you on an outing, but he still encourages: "Young brother is awesome!"

First, he took Song Annan to the kitchen and asked someone to make some sweet-scented osmanthus candies for him.

Song Annan ate until his cheeks bulged, like a little hamster, he was extremely satisfied.

Song Tan saw that he was funny, smiled and patted his head.

Song Annan suddenly yelled, "I remember that Qingzhu also likes sweet-scented osmanthus candies, third brother, shall we go and find him?"

Song Tan's smile froze directly on his face. Didn't Qingzhu go to the other courtyard in the south of the city with Mother Li?

He coaxed Song Annan: "Is he in the mansion? Can you take third brother there?"

Of course Song Annan agreed.

He took Song Tan across the avenue when he came, through the red and green garden, and through a long corridor.

This is the northwest of the Song Mansion, where oleander forests are dotted with small houses and tiled houses. At this time, the leaves are thick and shaded, reflecting the gray walls and earth tiles. .

The building in front of him made him feel a little strange. He had never stayed here for a long time before, because this was the residence of the last servants of the Song Mansion.

Qingzhu was actually sent here?

Before Song Tan was ready to give in to relatives, Song Annan pulled Song Tan and continued walking. He said in a serious manner: "Third brother, I will bring you here. You must not tell my mother, my mother won't let me go with anyone. Said."

Song Tan suddenly stopped in his tracks, the blood in his whole body seemed to be flowing backwards, and the person in front made him blink——

Qingzhu, dressed in a brown hemp bunt, was kneeling on a long bluestone step, beside him was a wooden basin filled with dirty water, with his back to Song Tan holding a rag in his hand, and he was diligently wiping the step.

This step is only for the lowest servants, so after he left, Qingzhu's life was worse than that of the lowest servants in the Song Mansion!

Song Annan also saw Qingzhu, and he ran over excitedly, "Qingzhu! My third brother and I came to see you!"

Qingzhu immediately turned her head and saw Song Tan, tears filled his eyes instantly.

He immediately muttered: "Third young master..."

Song Tan was so sad that he went to Qingzhu's side with his hands and feet, and stretched out his hand towards Qingzhu, trying to pull him up.

Qing Zhu wiped away her tears with her hand, and waved her hand to reject him, "My body is dirty, the third young master is clean, don't get dirty."

Song Tan still insisted, and pulled him up, he frowned and looked at the green bamboo up and down, it didn't take long, he was almost lost his appearance, his complexion was withered and dull, no longer the handsome young man he used to be.

Song Annan stuffed the sweet-scented osmanthus candy in his hand to Qingzhu, and Qingzhu smiled at him.

Song Tan clearly saw Qingzhu's bitter smile, his throat rolled, and he said: "Someone told me that you went to the other courtyard in the south of the city, so you are suffering here!"

Qingzhu lowered his eyebrows and said: "This is Qingzhu's life." He raised his eyes to Song Tan and asked eagerly: "How is the third young master?"

"I'm very good……"

Qingzhu hummed, two faint dimples appeared on his face, he was really happy for Song Tan from the bottom of his heart.

Song Tan suddenly felt sad again. After all, he was the one who hurt him.

Qingzhu taught Cui Qin to put all her dissatisfaction with Song Tan on him because she had been by his side to serve him since she was a child, and the relationship between the two had always been very good.

Song Tan asked again: "Where's Mama Li?"

"My mother... died."

Song Tan had an unbelievable expression on his face, "Why is this happening?"

"She was seriously ill, and the family ran out of money and couldn't afford the medicinal materials for hanging her life."

Song Tan was almost in tears. He lost his mother since he was a child. For a long time, his mother Li took care of him meticulously. He fed him medicine when he was sick, and added clothes to him when he was cold. I found a bunch of words to tell him a story...

Memories of the old days and nights are like goose feathers and snow, and they are vivid in my mind, but now everyone has passed away, and everything has become out of reach.

Song Tan took a deep breath and said firmly, "I will take you out of the Song Mansion."

Qingzhu shook her head, "I'm still here with the deed of selling my body, I can't leave!"

"I'm going to talk to Cui Qin!" Song Tan flicked his sleeves, "I won't just sit and see you suffer here!"

Song Annan saw his third brother's upright attitude, and thought it was really cool. He jumped up and clapped, "Third brother, come on!"

The author has something to say:

Let me tell you a funny thing, I just found out today that the copywriting was wrong with Zanthoxylum hahahaha

Fortunately, I changed it

Continue to ask for comments, I am really happy to see that there are comments

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