Heaven is fearless

Yan Duotang's family was originally not named Yan. Her great-grandfather Zhang Sanwa was sold to Yan's family when she was young and became a servant of Yan's family. The child she gave birth also became the son of Yan's family. He was very pleased with the master's family, and his child was given the same surname Yan as the master's family.

Servants who can bear the surname of the master's family are no longer simple slaves. They will gradually become the master's right-hand man and the steward of the manor, and the wife they marry may also become a housewife. Such a glorious status is not something ordinary slaves can have. of.

Yan Duotang vaguely remembered that her family was well-off when she was a child, her grandfather left early, but fortunately, her grandmother was Master Yan's nanny, her father was her brother who was valued by her master, and her mother was also a housekeeper and daughter-in-law who was very important to her wife. Let her be almost equivalent to an unnamed deputy lady in Yan's family.

But one day, such a good day came to an abrupt end.

First, the capital was suddenly besieged, and then the palace caught fire, which burned half of the sky red, and the mother who had just given birth to a little brother sat on the bed with the baby in her arms, staring blankly at the sky outside.

At that time, the atmosphere in the capital was very strange. The passers-by on the road just walked with their heads in suspense. Even if they saw acquaintances, they did not dare to say hello. After a few months, the capital was decorated with lanterns and festoons, and Yan Duotang vaguely heard that it was the new emperor. enthroned.

The change of dynasty has little to do with Yan Duotang. She is still doing her own things happily every day. Grandma basically doesn’t live in the house outside. She came back to hug him when his brother was one year old, and gave him a The golden longevity lock, it is said that it was rewarded by the wife. The wife also gave birth to a young master who is as big as his younger brother. She also said that when the young master is older, he will let the younger brother come to Yan's mansion to play with the young master.

The mother is the housekeeper's daughter-in-law next to the madam, and she also has her own room in Yan's mansion. When she goes out to do errands, Yan Duotang stays in the house to take care of her little brother.

She likes her little brother so much. This little baby who has been fed white and fat has a pair of mother-like eyes, always turning around curiously. He loves to laugh and has sincere happiness for all changes. Yan Duotang can happily play with him for an afternoon just holding a pillow.

She bathed the younger brother, made a beautiful tiger head hat for the younger brother, and made a beautiful collar out of willow branches for the younger brother to play with. The first word the younger brother called was "sister".

She deeply loved this little brother who was born in the twittering of magpies, and poured into him the motherhood that all girls are born with.

Yan Duotang is a girl, and she often stays in the servant's room. She doesn't understand anything about court affairs, but even so, she can also feel some shocking things before the storm from the secret reactions of the servants around her. Prelude to suffocation.

Compared with the past, the rewards in the palace are getting less and less, the master has been transferred to a new position, and another friend has been imprisoned for dereliction of duty...

Yan Duotang could feel the increasingly gloomy tension on his parents, and when grandma occasionally came back to see them, she stopped smiling.

On a rainy autumn night, my father was ordered by the master to go to the Zhuangzi in other places to check the account books, while my mother was mending clothes under the lamplight. In the torrential rain, there was a knock on the wooden door.

Mother put down her work and went to open the door. With the sudden rain blown in by the wind, grandma put away her umbrella and squeezed in. Her eyes were frighteningly bright in the dark rainy night.

Yan Duotang was patting his younger brother's belly to lull him to sleep, when he heard the sound, he raised his head to look, and happened to meet this look, the girl's pure white and gentle heart trembled, and a huge fear covered her.

"Cui Niang, pack up your things and go back to the countryside with Duantang, Erlang will look for you there."

Grandma is a vigorous woman, Yan Duotang often heard from her mother that grandma is more remarkable than men, if she hadn't been born as a daughter, she might have made her way into the world.

Such a calm and firm grandma hurriedly dropped a sentence, her eyes fell on Yan Duotang, she paused for two seconds, then came over and picked up her sleeping little brother from her side.

Yan Duotang actually didn't understand the meaning of the previous sentence, but Niang obviously understood, her face was instantly whiter than snow, her lips trembling: "It's...it's time? How come... Yan's family clearly... "

The words in her mouth were fragmented, and the grandma hugged her four-year-old brother, with an unquestionable majesty on her face: "You only have one hour! No matter how late, you won't be able to leave even if you want to!"

These words seemed to wake up the panic-stricken woman: "Mother...Erlang is the master's baby brother. He has so many things in his hands, and I follow my wife...we can't escape..."

She looked miserable and bewildered, and her gaze fell on the four-year-old child in the old man's arms as if by accident.

Dazed, doubtful, dazed, horrified, fearful...

These expressions flashed across her face very quickly, and her delicate appearance was distorted into a hideous ghost: "Mother?! Chirp..."

The old man looked calm: "Jiujiu is as old as the young master. As long as we can save the young master, the master and wife will cover up for you in front of the officers and soldiers even if they try their best. This is the only way for you to survive."

Yan Duotang's family is too close to the master's family. They are the servants who are most familiar with the master's secrets. When the superiors want to raid the family for questioning, such family members are often the first to be caught and tortured. They were beaten to death. It's just a roll of straw mats thrown into a mass grave.

At that time, Yan Duotang didn't understand the cruelty and blood in grandma's short sentence at all. She just used the instinct of a small animal to realize that something terrible was about to happen. Courage stopped grandma from opening the door: "Grandma, where are you taking Jiujiu?"

The old man hugged his grandson, looked at the granddaughter with frightened eyes in front of him, and felt sore: "Grandma took Jiujiu to see Madam, and Madam said she wanted to recognize Jiujiu as her godson."

Recognize Jiujiu as a godson?

This is a good thing. In the future, Jiujiu can go to school with the young master and get a good job. Maybe he can let go of the bond and go to the scientific examination...

The naive little girl didn't think why Madam would see Jiujiu in the middle of the night, but just stood there watching grandma stepping into the rain with an umbrella.

Probably the pouring rain and the strange embrace made the child feel uneasy, the boy suddenly woke up, opened his eyes and couldn't see his favorite sister, looked around blankly, only to see Yan Duotang getting farther and farther away from him, and opened his mouth to howl began to cry.

He is not a child who loves to cry, even when he was hungry when he was a baby, he only hummed a few times. Perhaps fate gave him some kind of warning, which made him instinctively make the loudest cry for help to the person he trusted the most.

Yan Duotang couldn't bear to hear his younger brother's cry, so he tugged on his mother's cuff: "Mother, madam wants to see my younger brother, can I see him tomorrow? Jiujiu is scared."

The dazed woman standing on the spot seemed to be awakened by the pull, she turned her head and stared at Yan Duotang for a while, tears welled up in her eyes, and stumbled into the rain: "Mom! Don't take Jiujiu away! He's still young, he doesn't understand anything..."

The woman shouted hoarsely in the rain, and the old man holding the umbrella turned his head, said something to her, and left the stiff daughter-in-law and walked out of the small courtyard.

Yan Duotang was taken aback by her mother who rushed out suddenly, and hurriedly took an umbrella to protect her from the rain. The woman standing in the rain blankly, murmured his brother's name, seeing her Looking at himself worriedly, he gently stroked his daughter's face with his cold hands, and called out "Tangtang" in a low voice.

These were the last words she said tonight.

She sat in the house for half a quarter of an hour, then stood up again, and began to pack things silently. Yan Duotang didn't dare to talk to her, but timidly passed things aside, and the woman with her head bowed quickly gathered the valuables. The fabric was soft, with dark round wet marks on the fabric from the falling water droplets.

They quickly packed up their things and left the small courtyard in the dark. Not long after they left, messy horseshoes and noisy voices surrounded Yan's mansion from all directions like a torrent. The light and heat of torches and lanterns could almost Dispel the damp and cold of rainy nights.

Not long after they left the city, grandma came up in a donkey cart. She was still holding a four-year-old child in her arms. The child was sleeping soundly, with a faint milky aroma on her pink cheeks. Her short hands and feet were wrapped in homemade clothes, as if she had picked up a fairy doll from the side of the road.

Yan Duotang glanced at him curiously, without thinking too much, he raised his head and asked the old man, "Grandma, where's Jiujiu?"

The old man whose hair turned gray overnight held the child in silence for a moment, then handed the child to Yan Duotang to see: "Tangtang, this is Jiujiu."

Yan Duotang opened his eyes wide and retorted anxiously: "This is not Jiujiu!"

How could this be Jiujiu?Jiujiu was held by her until she was four years old. She knew Jiujiu better than her mother. Jiujiu's face was bulging, but it was not as soft as this child, and a bunch of hair around her ears was broken. ...

She was eager to prove her right, and raised her hand to grab her mother's hand: "Mother, this is not Jiujiu!"

Mother is the one who gave birth to Jiujiu, she will definitely recognize it!

The old man raised his eyelids and stared at the woman with red and swollen eyes: "Cui Niang, tell Tangtang, who is this?"

Facing the mother-in-law's questioning and the daughter's earnest gaze, the little child was sleeping peacefully in a dream, and the mother of Yan suddenly burst into tears, choked up and said, "It's... Chirp, it's mother... Chirp... "

The old man nodded, and said in a steady tone: "Madam met Jiujiu last night and liked it very much. She named him Yan Wujiu."

She took off a small bundle from her shoulders and handed it to Mother Yan: "This is an adult gift from Madam to Jiujiu. I will give it to him when he becomes an adult. There are also some gold and silver for home use."

The next day, Yan's family went to the execution ground. The lintel of the century-old gate collapsed in the wild grass. Contrary to the cries here, two women led a girl in her early ten years and a boy in her early teens to step on the ground. On the way home.

Yan Duotang's father quietly returned to his hometown, seeing that his wife, daughter and mother are all well, and his heart is at peace. He didn't reveal anything strange about this strange "Jiujiu", it was still like a father reunited with his son after a long absence Usually, I hugged the child with a smile and teased me a little bit, but occasionally I would look at the child in a daze.

With such a reaction, Yan Duotang, who was full of panic, did not dare to say anything. She just sat by the bed and looked at her "brother" day after day, watching him cry for a few days in an unfamiliar environment and then calm down again. Call mother "mother" and call her "sister".

But this is not right.

Yan Duotang heard him calling her sister, and just wanted to shout that I am not your sister, but she didn't dare. Grandma has been guarding her younger brother, so she dared not say anything.

Mother fell ill after returning to her hometown, and she was in a trance. Sometimes she hugged the boy and yelled, sometimes she left him aside and left him alone. Her nervous behavior made father very unhappy, and the two quarreled more and more. There were more and more, and they cried when they quarreled, and Yan Duotang had to hide with the child and go home after their quarrel was over.

Grandma's spirit is not as good as before, the sharpness of killing and cutting like a knife disappeared from her overnight, and she started to eat fast and chant Buddha, all of which were rebirth mantras, and the volumes of scriptures were yellowed .

One day, the parents quarreled especially fiercely, and grandma couldn't stop her, so she stood outside the house for a long time, then turned her head and stroked her head and sighed softly: "Tangtang, it's grandma who's sorry for your mother."

Yan Duotang still didn't understand this sentence, she just wanted to ask grandma, where did her brother go?

She asked this question, and grandma shook her head, pointing to the boy in her arms who was kicking his legs and enjoying himself: "Remember, Tangtang, this is your brother."

She didn't say anything else, and hanged herself in the woodshed that night with a piece of white silk.

After grandma committed suicide, father and mother never quarreled again, but the relationship became indifferent, and mother was still hot and cold towards chirping, Yan Duotang could only take on the responsibility of raising his younger brother again. After a long time, that problem was also buried. In her heart, she didn't vaguely touch the answer of that rainy night until they had to return to the capital as their minds grew and their family declined again.

But it can't be said, no matter what she thinks, she can't say it, can't say it, dare not say it.

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This secret has been hidden in her heart for many years. After her grandmother and father passed away one after another, only she and her mother kept it tacitly. They were worried every day, worried that officers and soldiers would kick the gate open, and this anxiety continued day after day. Year after year, the accumulation was so heavy that it almost crushed the two women. When Brahman appeared, they were strangely relieved.

finally come.

It's not that I'm not afraid, but living in fear every day is really tiring.

The only thing that surprised them was that it was not officers and soldiers who came, but a monk.

"Are you from the Yan family?" Yan Duotang did not mix any personal emotions when telling the past, and frankly stated the matter clearly.

She knew in her heart that since Fanxing could find Jiujiu so accurately, and found her family through Jiujiu, and told them such a directional story today, she must have grasped the evidence. If you can't run away even if you want to, it's better to be generous, maybe you can get a whole body.

At this moment, when she saw the monks in front of her, she no longer had the feeling of looking up at the pure lotus in the sky before. This kind of ability to capture them silently like ghosts made Brahma in her eyes a mysterious god and Buddha whose every word and deed were unpredictable. With such an ordinary person, and her superb kung fu, maybe just talking and laughing can kill her on the spot.

Of course Fanxing didn't know what kind of image Yan Duotang demonized him in his heart, he listened to the story of Yan Duotang, and he didn't interrupt her once, until she asked this question, he came back to his senses: "Ah... The poor monk is not of the Yan family's blood."

As soon as these words came out, Yan Duotang's expression became even uglier. The despair in her eyes filled her eyes. She originally had a little bit of luck in her heart. If it was the Yan family, maybe it would be because of the fact that they raised the young master of the Yan family. Let them live, but if it wasn't for the Yan family...

Then only people from the government or enemies of the Yan family would follow their tracks so patiently, right?

"Jiujiu is still young...he doesn't know anything..." Yan Duotang couldn't think of anything that could save his life, so he murmured instinctively.

Her words coincided with the neighing of the mother swallow in the rain many years ago.

Even if she knew that there was a problem with Yan Wujiu's identity, the friendship for many years was not fake. When her mother was seriously ill, she single-handedly raised her younger brother to grow up. A weak girl who can't earn money and has to be wary of people with evil intentions can only rely on The little body was stolen, Yan Wujiu was fed by her for two years, and she also went out to find a job. The two children brought their mother to seek life in this world. After getting along for a long time, she has completely regarded Yan Wujiu as her own. younger brother.

Yan Duotang failed to save that younger brother back then, but this time she wanted to keep him.

She wants to save him.

Fan Xing heard the sound of the child's breathing in the room and stopped for a moment, then turned gently to the back of the house, where the firewood was stacked, he heard the hatchet hanging on the wall hit the wall and made a soft sound, his expression tightened Afraid that Yan Wuzheng would do something stupid, and didn't care about any shy people, he opened his mouth and started making up nonsense, hitting the center: "The poor monk was entrusted by someone to come to find Young Master Yan and raise him. big."

The sound of the hatchet stopped, and Yan Duotang's eyes suddenly lit up with dots of light: "You... what you said, is it true?"

Fanxing put on the most bluffing smile, and the white-clothed Buddhist beads, the monk under the moon is almost like taking advantage of the weather: "The poor monk has been searching for five years, and finally lived up to the entrustment of the old man."

The author has something to say: In fact, most of the babies here have guessed it. Grandma used tweets to top Yan Wujue, exchanged the lives of several members of her family with her grandson, and then hanged herself to make amends for the child and mother Yan.

There is still a part of Tangtang’s story that has been concealed and not told. I mentioned some small details in the previous article. If you can guess it, please leave a message in the comment area. I believe you can do it!After all, I have read the comments several times and suspect that you have smuggled into my head... [Vigilance.jpg]

As for why they didn't change their names... In fact, there are quite a lot of people with the surname Yan, and they won't think whether the child has been changed just because of the same name. After all, such things as changing children are rare, and there is no human brain The hole is so big, Yan Duotang and the others are scaring themselves because of guilty conscience...