Jiang Men Daughter-in-law

Seeing Li Hong coming out of the study, Wen Xian immediately stepped forward.

"Uncle Li, did the young master not rest?"

After Wen Xian finished speaking, when Li Hong raised his head and looked at him, there was a moment of complicated eyes flashing away. Wen Xian was startled, but he couldn't see anything when he looked closely. Li Hong smiled at him and said, "Young Master!" You are reading a book, young mistress wants to go in?"

As he said that, he wanted to make room for Wen Xian, but Wen Xian quickly waved his hands and said, "No, I just asked casually."

Li Hong smiled: "Okay, then I'll go down and do things first."

"it is good."

"By the way," Li Honggang was about to leave, he raised his head and whispered in Wen Xian's ear, "Thank you for your help with the young mistress, I owe you a favor. If the young mistress needs Li's help in the future, Li will be obliged to do so."

Wen Xian pursed his lips and said, "Since this is the case, then I have something to ask now, is that okay?"

Li Hong was startled, he probably didn't expect it to be so fast, but since he said it, he wouldn't renege on his promise and get fat, so he nodded and said, "Of course."

Wen Xian made a "please" gesture to Li Hong, and Li Hong went to the bedroom with him. After entering the door, Wen Xian also specially ordered Hong Guo to wait outside the door.

The door was closed, Li Hong turned his head and asked Wen Xian with a light smile: "I don't know what young lady wants to ask Li?"

Wen Xian pursed his lower lip and said, "Uncle Li, does Uncle Li know what he likes in Yuanzhi? Or something he can't ask for?"

Li Hong was vigilant in his heart, and looked at Wen Xiandao with deep eyes: "Can I ask why the young mistress wants to know the preferences of the young master?"

Wen Xian rubbed the tip of his nose with some embarrassment and said: "Then Fang Mo... should be very important to Su Yuanzhi, right? But I accidentally used it, and there is no way to return it to Zhao, so I just thought about it." Maybe something else can be used to make up for it a little bit?"

Li Hong was startled: "Just because of this?"

Wen Xian nodded sincerely: "Yes."

Seeing Li Hong's strange expression, Wen Xiancai suddenly realized: "Uncle Li, please don't get me wrong, I, I don't mean to be unfavorable to Su Yuanzhi by asking this, what should I say, Uncle Li, you should know , from the moment I promised to find Su Yuanzhi in Daliyuan for you, I have already stood on your side. If I, if I intend to be unfavorable to Su Yuanzhi, I can pretend to promise you that day, and then let Su Yuanzhi Yuanzhi brings Miss Xin'er back to the Su Mansion, then the father-son relationship between the commander-in-chief and Su Yuanzhi will be completely broken, and it will be hard to get back!"

Li Hong looked at Wen Xian, sneered for a while and said, "Young Master Wen has not been married to the Su Mansion, but he has a clear view of the situation in the mansion."

Wen Xian was not intimidated by Li Hong's aura, he pursed his lips and said: "It's just forced by the situation."

Wen Xian continued: "Of course, even with the previous incident, Uncle Li will not trust me completely. I understand that the question just now is indeed that I was too abrupt. You don't need to answer. The previous incident, you and I will write it off as usual... ..."

Before Wen Xian finished speaking, Li Hong answered, "No."

Wen Xian was taken aback: "What?"

Li Hong said with a serious expression: "Yuanzhi has nothing he likes, and he doesn't even care about his own life, so how can there be anything he can't ask for?"

Wen Xian stared blankly at Li Hong, looking at the pain in Li Hong's eyes, at that moment Wen Xian felt that he completely understood Li Hong's mood at the moment.

Yes, a person who doesn't even want his own life, what else can he ask for?

"Then..." Wen Xian swallowed, moistened his dry throat and said, "Then when he was young, did he like anything?"

Li Hong was slightly startled: "When I was a child?"

Wen Xian said softly: "I remember that when I was a child, I really liked eating candied haws. Every time I went shopping with my mother, my mother would buy me a bunch of candied haws to make me obedient, although I grew up and felt that candied haws It’s too sweet to eat, but every time I see someone selling candied haws, my mood immediately improves.”

Li Hong also knew about Wen Xian's mother's early death, and in this regard, he and Su Yuanzhi were in the same sympathy.

Li Hong said slowly: "Young Mistress, you miss your mother, right?"

Wen Xian's voice changed a little bit, a little sad and a little helpless, and said: "Well, I thought about it, I really, really think about it."

After all, what else in this world is more tragic than a white-haired person giving a black-haired person?I am so unfilial, if one day, I have the opportunity to tell my parents that I am still alive, but we live in different time and space, will it reduce their grief?

Seeing that Wen Xian's eyes were red and his eyes were moist, Li Hong couldn't help feeling a little bit of sympathy for him. After all, he is not much older than Yuanzhi. He lost his mother since he was a child, so he must have won nothing under his stepmother. Living a good life, and now being sold by his own father for glory, he married into such a dragon and tiger's den as a man's wife.

I heard from Fang Li that he had a serious illness before, so it is not easy to survive, right?

Li Hong pondered for a moment and said: "If there was one thing when I was a child, Yuanzhi used to like it very much, and there was only one thing."

Wen Xian hurriedly asked: "What is it?"

Li Hongdao: "Cat."

Wen Xiandao: "Cat?"

Li Hong sighed softly: "Yuanzhi rescued a stray cat when he was a child, and since then, an unknown wild flower has appeared on Yuanzhi's windowsill every day. Later, everyone found out that it was given by that cat. Zhi thinks that cat has spirituality, and loves it especially, but his wife... is Yuan Zhi's mother, saying that the cat is too old and will die in a short time. Before dying, I wanted to drive the cat away, but no matter how much Yuanzhi scolded it, it would still send Yuanzhi a flower every day."

Wen Xiandao: "Then what happened later? What happened to the cat?"

Li Hong raised his head and said: "After that, it came day after day like this, and Yuan Zhi chased it every day as usual. The two of them got along like this for half a year. One day, the cat... never came again, Yuan Zhi So he took the little wooden stick used to drive the cat away, and stood in front of the window sill and waited day after day, repeatedly for a month."

Wen Xian said darkly: "No one told him, maybe that cat is dead?"

Li Hong smiled wryly and said: "Why not? My wife told him several times, but Yuan Zhi said it was impossible. That cat values ​​friendship. Even if it dies, it will definitely let me know and won't make me worry."

Wen Xian had a sore nose, and Li Hong continued: "I remember, after the night fell that day, the servants found that Yuanzhi was not in the room. Everyone thought that Yuanzhi ran out to find the cat. More than a dozen people lived in and out of the house. I searched everywhere for someone, but I couldn't find anyone."

Li Hong smiled, but said with a bit of bitterness in his eyes: "Later, my wife got to know him, and took me back to the room to search again, and found that he hadn't gone out at all. He was in the room, hugging his little leg The little one was huddled in the corner by the window sill, and was crying there. Because it was dark, the servants didn’t notice at first. The wife asked him what was wrong, and he cried and said that his cat died that night. Afterwards, Yuanzhi locked himself in the room for a whole day. Afterwards, he never mentioned the matter of the cat again, as if everything that happened in the past six months has become a thing of the past, but I know that every time on the road Seeing a stray cat passing by, the young master can't help but look at it, and he keeps looking back when he goes out, he has never forgotten that old cat."

Wen Xian said in a low voice: "He can't forget it because he has regrets in his heart."

Li Hong nodded: "I think so too. If he hadn't driven the cat away and took good care of it in the last days, maybe Yuanzhi wouldn't have been sad for so long, but he can't be blamed, after all, he I'm still just a child, and I can't see life and death."

Wen Xian shook his head and said, "I don't think he wanted to drive the cat away because he couldn't see life and death."

"It's not because of this?"

Li Hong looked at Wen Xian with a look of surprise. After all, Su Yuanzhi himself said those words back then. If it wasn't because of this, then what was it?

Wen Xian pursed his lower lip and said: "I just don't think Su Yuanzhi is that kind of person. He will never treat that old cat like this just because he can't see life and death. He is afraid that the cat will feel uneasy when it leaves. You just said I also said that Yuanzhi only saved it once, and he treated Yuanzhi so sincerely. Later, he learned that his life was not long, so Yuanzhi must have tried his best to treat him well. That cat has a spirituality. It's so good, when I leave in the future, I will be reluctant to part with it, and I will be in great pain, and if I do that, it should be because I don't want the cat to go, because I miss him too much and suffer pain!"

Wen Xian's words made Li Hong unable to recover for a long time, because after thinking about it carefully, he found that Wen Xian seemed to be right, even though those words were said by Su Yuanzhi himself, but if Su Yuanzhi really cared about that old cat so much If so, how could he be so decisive against it because he couldn't bear it?

After more than ten years, Li Hong finally knew the truth of this matter.

"So... is it because of the cat?"

At this moment, Wen Xian seemed to have made a sudden decision. Li Hong saw him suddenly turn around and leave the room. Not long after, he came back with a pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Wen Xian spread the paper on the dressing table, looked up and asked Li Hong : "Uncle Li, do you still remember what that cat looked like?"

Li Hong was slightly stunned, and immediately understood Wen Xian's intentions, walked up to Wen Xian, and thought carefully: "I remember...it was a cat with very short legs, the fur on its back was black, its belly was indeed white, and its eyes The surroundings are black, the nose and mouth are white..."

After Li Hong described it, Wen Xian roughly drew the cat on paper according to his description. After the drawing was finished, Wen Xian dried the ink and showed Li Hong the drawing.

"Look, is that so?"

Li Hong took a closer look and said, "Yes, there are eight or nine points."

Wen Xian smiled: "I see, thank you Uncle Li."

Li Hong looked at Wen Xian and said with a complicated expression: "No, it should be... I thank you."

Wen Xian smiled brightly, and looked down at the cat he drew, that look was bound to win.

[I remember accidentally reading a piece of news about a hostess who rescued a cat. From then on, every morning when she woke up, she would see a flower petal at the door of her house. It turned out to be the one she had saved. The cat gave it to her. At that time, I was very impressed, and I thought it was very romantic. When I wrote this, I suddenly thought of this incident. Combined with the "Cat" written by the modern writer Zheng Zhenduo, I made up this romantic and romantic story together. Sad story, so when I wrote about the death of the cat, I felt like my tears almost flowed out 〒▽〒]