The Dream of Rebirth

"Let's go." Meng Jiang signaled the girl to lead the way.

After walking through some dark corridors, I finally came to the hall of the Tang family.Every festival in this hall, the whole family will have dinner here.However, no matter how harmonious the atmosphere was, he was just one of the neglected ones.Even if sometimes he can't see but quietly leaves, no one will notice, no one will come to him.

Meng Jiang entered the hall expressionlessly, looked around, and couldn't help but sneer inwardly.What, what should come, are they all here?

"Old master, master and wife, the young master is here." The girl led Meng Jiang to the hall, and stepped aside with a warning.

"Come on, let mom have a look." A beautiful woman came over and held Meng Jiang's face in both hands to watch carefully.

A strong scent of perfume hit, Meng Jiang frowned and hid for a while, but was still invaded by the intrusive kiss into his nose.

ah-

Meng Jiang couldn't help but sneezed, wrinkling his nose uncomfortably.The second young master, who was next to the old man of the Tang family not far away, raised his eyebrows, with a hint of interest on his face.

"Jiang'er, I'm mother." The frighteningly fragrant middle-aged lady had a loving face, which made Meng Jiang feel cold all over.

I knew you were my mother a long time ago, but how long can you look at me with such loving eyes?Meng Jiang thought with disgust in his heart, and couldn't help dodging away.

"You child... why are you hiding? I'm your real mother!" The lady touched the silk handkerchief in the corner of her eyes, and pulled Meng Jiang to the long table, "I know it may be difficult for you to accept, but this is Fact."

"Let go of me first." Meng Jiang said lightly.The pungent smell kept drilling into his nose, and he already felt his head hurting again.

"Mom, let go of my little brother first."

Wen Run's familiar voice sounded from the opposite side, and Meng Jiang's heart tightened suddenly, as if someone had grabbed his hand and squeezed it hard.Meng Jiang raised his head slowly, and the person opposite smiled at him, as elegant and gentle as always.

Meng Jiang's heart was bleeding, and he couldn't breathe from the pain.The eldest son of the Qianqian gentleman of the Tang family was still talking to him in a calm and gentle tone, but he couldn't hear him anymore, blood slowly covered his eyes, and suddenly turned into darkness.

Unbeknownst to Meng Jiang, after he passed out again, the hall of the Tang family was in chaos.Even the old man slapped the table to be furious, and cursed and made a statement.

The old man and his wife were panicked, not knowing what was going on, and ordered all the service personnel to turn around.

The second young master of the Tang family lived in a corner, watching everything with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Meng Jiang, who woke up again, secretly hated how she became so cowardly, so cowardly that she couldn't bear to look at him.At the same time, I was also uneasy, wondering what my parents would be anxious about if they didn't return overnight.

Getting up from the bed, Meng Jiang walked out top-heavy.Even the girl who took care of him was thrown away.

Meng Jiang from the Tang family couldn't be more familiar.Every day, I would walk out of the room, walk outside the villa area, and then go to school by car.He was familiar with this road and could almost find it with his eyes closed.

By the time everyone in the Tang family was in Milan, that is, the girl who took care of him, heard that Meng Jiang was going out, Meng Jiang had already walked to the nearest station.

This is a villa area, and the people who live here are either rich or expensive.But it is very far away from the urban area, so the bus only comes once in a long time.After all, no one who can live here can afford a car.

Meng Jiang leaned against the big tree behind him with her eyes closed, and quietly communicated with Shen Cong.It turned out that he lost consciousness again yesterday due to too much stimulation, but this was within Shen Cong's expectation. After all, considering Meng Jiang's cultivation, he was too brave this time.

drip-

There was the sound of a car horn.Meng Jiang opened his eyes suspiciously, and there was a burnt blue sports car parked in front of him.

"Where are you going? I'll see you off!" The smiling man in the car was the second young master of the Tang family, Meng Jiang's second elder brother.It's just that there is an indescribable meaning in that smile.

"No need." Meng Jiang refused straight away, but after thinking about it, he said again, "Lend me ten yuan."

From here to home, there is a transfer in the middle, which is estimated to cost at least seven or eight yuan.Seeing the burned chariot in front of him, Meng Jiang remembered that he might be penniless now.Although there is money in the space, he doesn't seem to be risking exposure to go in.

"Money, no." Tang Yanjie smiled and showed his white teeth, "Don't you dare to take the free car?"

Meng Jiang snorted softly, went around and opened the co-pilot's door. "There's nothing you dare not."

Tang Yanjie watched him get into the car, and smiled without arguing with him.

When the Tang family chased them out, Meng Jiang had already left in Tang Yanjie's car.

"Here?" Tang Yanjie looked out from the car. "It's still far away, isn't it?"

"Thank you for taking me back." Meng Jiang got out of the car expressionlessly, "Also, I got off here because I don't want others to see me coming back with a steamed bun man."

"Hehe, your mouth is really poisonous. I'm your second brother." Tang Yanjie smiled wantonly, and didn't shut up awkwardly until he saw Meng Jiang looking at him expressionlessly.

"...You are not my second brother, and I am not your younger brother. Our relationship is nothing more than that!" Meng Jiang saw that the other party stopped smiling, and then spoke lightly.He didn't want to get in touch with the second youngest of the Tang family, this famous playboy.

"Mom... I'm back!" Meng Jiang opened the door and called softly.

To be honest, he is very scared now, very afraid that the scene ten years ago will reappear, and he is the only one left standing there in the messy room...

"Son..." Mother Meng ran out from the back room and hugged Meng Jiang. "You're back, you're back... Mom knew you'd come back! His father... look, my son is back..." Meng's mother was sobbing.

And Meng’s father left the house as soon as he heard Meng Jiang’s voice. Seeing the mother and child hugging each other, tears that never fall easily rolled down from the corner of his eyes, “Just come back, Lao Yang, hurry up and do it.” Food, our son must be hungry!"

"It's up to you to make whatever meal you want. Your son wants to eat the food you cook every day, and you are too busy to take care of it, so you don't want to make it." Meng's mother hugged Meng Jiang, not sure if she would let go.

"Okay, I'll cook." Dad Meng quietly wiped the corners of his eyes, and rushed into the kitchen with a smile.

"Mom, let me cook." Meng Jiang helped Meng's mother to the sofa, "you and dad wait to eat, where's Er Bao?"

"Yes, it's done." Meng's mother nodded, "Erbao has gone to school."

"Oh, it's still early. Let's eat first." Meng Jiang looked at his watch. Now cooking is just a later lunch.

Meng Jiang went into the kitchen to persuade Dad Meng to come out, closed the kitchen door and then slowly slid down against the door.At this time, he finally found a little consciousness, and the sense of fear gradually subsided a little.

After quietly closing his eyes for 5 minutes, Meng Jiang regained his composure and stepped into the space.

"I'm back." Shen Cong said lightly.

"Yeah." Meng Jiang hesitated behind Shen Cong and said, "I'm sorry, brother...for making you worry."

"Put the cart before the horse." Shen Cong commented lightly.

"What?" Meng Jiang didn't understand.

"You are too eager for quick success, and you don't prioritize things." Shen Cong turned around and looked at Meng Jiang who was at a loss in front of him, "Pursuing the Dao should have nothing else to do, but you have too many distracting thoughts."

"Brother... how can people be ruthless?" Meng Jiang refused.

"Love is fate, evil, and calamity. Love can only be met, but not sought, but you have mixed too many calculations in it."

"I didn't..." No two words came to his lips, but Meng Jiang couldn't utter them.

"Well done."

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Letter No. 8 Short Story Theater: The Son Desires the Father

"Ah..." The red spot on the prince's chest was pinched and twisted fiercely.

The prince trembled in pain, but he didn't dare to leave, so he dodged shyly.

"I have heard about you in the prince's mansion, so what are you pretending to do now!" The king didn't let go, "Don't you like to order the strong men to work with those concubines together? Why don't you let Gu Ye see it today?" one look."

"Father thinks it's not difficult, let the son go and call Ji Ji." The prince seemed to see a glimmer of hope, and hurriedly continued.

"What concubine are you looking for, don't you have it?" The king lifted the prince's chin and said frivolously.