The slag attack is no longer scum [Quick travel]

"You, you were a hooligan when you were young, and you became an old hooligan when you were old. But I just like you."

Meng Xiangbei felt relieved.

The two chatted for a while, Lin Zhibai was silent for a few seconds, and said calmly, "Brother Meng, my time is almost up."

Meng Xiangbei was stunned.

Lin Zhibai held his hand.

"Brother Meng, do you know that last night, I had a nightmare. I dreamed that you didn't want me anymore and married the village chief's daughter. I didn't take the college entrance examination, I didn't get into Kyoto University, I didn't get to be a teacher. He also committed suicide in the river.

This dream was so real that I thought I had experienced it before.Fortunately, fortunately, I woke up with you. I realized my dream. You have been with me until now.

I like this marriage certificate, this is the evidence that you are with me, this is your love for me.Brother Meng, I am very happy. I am also very happy to meet you in this life. You have been with me all my life. I am satisfied. "

Lin Zhibai's voice became weaker and weaker, and finally there was no sound at all.

The old man closed his eyes and stopped breathing. He clasped Meng Xiangbei's ten fingers with one hand, and tightly held the two marriage certificates with the other hand, resting on his heart.

Meng Xiangbei leaned over and pressed a kiss between his brows.

At this moment, the whole human world is full of magnificent colors, the world slowly condenses, and finally becomes a beautiful thing like a bubble.

This is a dream, and it is also Lin Zhibai's beautiful and fulfilling life.

【End of the first world】

After Meng Xiangbei devoured Lin Zhibai's dream, he returned to the underworld and squatted at Meng Potang.

After a while, another person, to be precise, was a teenager holding a child about one year old.

The young man seemed to be not so clear-headed, he was in a daze, and he was muttering incoherently: "Brother An is sick, save him, don't die, don't die..."

Meng Xiangbei accepted the commission from Qiao Qingjun, the young man, and began to weave dreams. The young man said that he wanted to give his son a happy home.

In the capital, cold winter, dark night, torrential rain, drowning out all sounds, and occasionally there are lanterns hanging under the eaves of a house, and the light seems dim.

It was approaching late at night, and it was such a bad and cold weather. Everyone hid at home, huddled under the blankets to keep warm and sleep soundly.

The cold wind blows on the face, like a blunt knife cutting, the complete cold freezes the hands and feet, and the blood almost freezes.

The rain continued for a whole day and night, and deep water accumulated on the road.

Suddenly, a little light appeared in front of him.

A young man in a coir raincoat and a bamboo hat held a lantern in one hand and seemed to be protecting something on his chest with the other. His feet were dripping with water, and he ran forward.

The accumulated water covered his slender ankles, and the rain splashed and wet his robe while running. He ignored it, as if he didn't feel any discomfort or cold.

He carefully protected the things on his chest, almost two-thirds of the coir raincoat was draped on his chest, and most of his back was quickly soaked by the rain.

In the cold night and rain, he shivered, and tightly wrapped his arms around the child tied to his chest.

That's right, the young man was carefully guarding a child, about one year old, but the child's condition didn't seem to be very good, his eyes were closed, and his face was flushed.

The boy could feel the hot temperature coming from the child on his chest.

Probably because of discomfort, the child writhed from time to time.

"Ange, be good, daddy will go to the doctor, the pain is gone, the pain is gone." The young man comforted him clumsily.

He was so anxious that tears fell down.

Holding the lantern, he quickened his pace, but unexpectedly tripped over a stone on the road, and rushed forward.

He quickly covered the child with his hands.

The child protected himself from the rain, but when he jumped into the water, he was completely soaked, like a drowned chicken. He stood up, and the rain was still dripping from his clothes.

It was much darker around.

The lantern rolled into the water beside it and was already extinguished.

The young man froze for a moment, walked over to lift the lantern, he shook it, the rain fell from the lantern, but it couldn't light up again.

"It's off, it's off, what should I do?"

The young man murmured in fear.

"Master, where are you, Mr. An? Brother An is sick, sick."

Tears fell inch by inch. In the cold night, there was only the cold wind blowing, and the sound of heavy rain falling on the ground echoed. Apart from him, there was no one else on the road.

The lantern fell to the ground, and the young man wiped his tears with his hand: "Ah Qing doesn't cry, don't cry. If you want to find a doctor, find a doctor."

The choked boy walked forward again protecting the child in his arms.

Without the illumination of lanterns, relying on the occasional dim light of lanterns under the eaves of other people's houses, it is not very clear.

Afraid of falling down again, the boy dared not run again.

"is it here?"

"Still here?"

"No, no, there are small flowers engraved."

Finally arrived at the destination, but in front of a row of almost similar houses, Qiao Qingjuan couldn't tell which one was the doctor's house.

His husband, that is, Meng Xiangbei, once brought him here to see a doctor. Later, the husband was too busy to accompany him, so he came by himself, but he always made mistakes.

After that, he found a small knife and secretly carved a small flower in a small corner of the doctor's house.

The light was too dim, Qiao Qingjuan couldn't see clearly at all, so he could only grope with his hands.

The child in his arms writhed uncomfortably. Qiao Qingjun wanted to pat the child's back to comfort him, but was concerned about getting his hands wet.

"Don't cry, don't cry, Brother An, be good, Daddy is here."

While comforting him, he continued to grope.

But he couldn't touch it anyway, his already red eye sockets turned red again, and he was extremely flustered: "Why can't I touch it, what should I do, Xiaohua, where is Xiaohua."

Fortunately, under his prayer, he finally touched the rough little flower that he had carved.

"Doctor, doctor, open the door, An Geer is sick, he is sick."

"Open the door, please, please."

Qiao Qingjuan yelled loudly at the door, but he didn't know whether it was because the rain covered up his voice, or because he was too deep in sleep, so he didn't hear him. He yelled for a long time but no one came to open the door.

Qiao Qingjuan's hand was vigorously accompanying the door, his palm was flushed, but he was still patting tirelessly.

But there was no movement inside the door.

"How to do how to do."

Qiao Qingjuan looked down at the child. The child's face was redder than before, and he didn't move anymore. It was a small ball, listless, not very angry, and seemed to stop breathing at any moment.

"Wuuuu, what should Ah Qing do, Brother An is so hot, he feels uncomfortable, very uncomfortable."

"Sister-in-law, find a husband."

Qiao Qingjun fixed the raincoat and bamboo hat that were mostly wet, and ran in one direction following his memory.

After two quarters of an hour, they finally arrived at the back door of a big mansion, and there were four characters hanging on the door: Zhongyuan Hou's Mansion.

He kept banging on the door, crying, "Sanggong, Xianggong, brother An is sick, and there is no doctor, brother An feels very uncomfortable."

"Master, Master."

On a cold and heavy rainy day, the doorkeeper locked the latch, wrapped himself in a quilt and fell asleep, and was awakened by the howling ghosts and wolves outside.

The man kept crying. The servant was so anxious that he took off his shoes, jumped out of bed, opened the man violently, and cursed: "Who are you, you are mourning in the middle of the night."

Seeing the door open, Qiao Qingjuan's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly said: "Brother An is sick, and there is no doctor, find your husband, Mr. Xiang."

Qiao Qingjun's IQ is inherently flawed, and most of the time when he speaks logically, he becomes nervous and talks inconsequentially.

The servant glanced at him irritably.

The wet coir raincoat was draped over her body, and she was wearing a bamboo hat. She had a pretty face, and she didn't know whether it was tears or rain, and she seemed to be holding something in her arms. She was tightly protected by this man, and she couldn't see it. arrive.

The servant showed contempt. He didn't know this person, and he looked like a fool.

"Fuck off, what kind of doctor is here, Mr. Xianggong. Don't come here to make trouble with us. This is the Zhongyuanhou's mansion. If you mess with me, I will make you eat and walk around."

The servant closed the door behind his back.

Qiao Qingjuan hurried forward to block it, her hand was pinched, and she cried out in pain.

"Why, you still want to come in, there is no door, what kind of fool are you, get out of here, or I will kill you." The servant pushed Qiao Qingjuan out violently, picked up a stick beside him, and made a gesture to hit him.

The door was shut with a bang.

Qiao Qingjuan sat on the steps, protecting the child in her arms, and weeping.

What is he going to do.

In Zhongyuanhou Mansion, in a certain gorgeous courtyard, the man on the bed suddenly opened his eyes.

He was stunned for a few seconds, as if thinking of something, he quickly got up, put on all his outer robes, opened the door, put on an oil coat, and quickly walked into the heavy rain.

He used the fastest speed to reach the back door of the Hou Mansion.

"Young master."

After closing the door, the servant who went to the hut was startled when he saw Meng Xiangbei at first glance.

It's late at night, shouldn't the young master be resting, why are you here?

"roll."

The servant was about to come forward to say hello, when Meng Xiangbei kicked him, who was blocking the door, and knocked him to the ground.

Meng Xiangbei opened the door fiercely, and saw a dark figure sitting on the steps.

Probably hearing the sound of the door opening, the man looked back and saw Meng Xiangbei at a glance.

"Mister, Mr. Mr...."

Qiao Qingjuan thought that he would not see Meng Xiangbei anymore, but he did not expect him to appear again.

He stood up and was about to walk towards Meng Xiangbei, crying like a child, pulling on Meng Xiangbei's sleeve, revealing the child in his arms.

"Brother An, Brother An is sick and cannot find a doctor."

Also, her originally fair and tender face was flushed red, her eyes were closed and did not open, nor did she move.

Meng Xiangbei reached out to touch his forehead.

Rao was mentally prepared, but the scalding temperature still scared him.

High fever, no wonder the children were burned in the end.

"Don't be afraid, my husband is here, I will take you and An Geer to the doctor right now."

The child's situation could not be delayed. In order to save time, Meng Xiangbei led the horse, carried Qiao Qingjun and An Ge'er in his arms to the horse, and put the oil on Qiao Qingjun's body as well.

"Ah Qing, hold me tight, we will go to the doctor now."

The sound of horseshoes stepped across the water marks everywhere, splashing layer after layer of water.

About a quarter of an hour later, they stopped in front of a house.

This is the house of an imperial physician who retired from the imperial palace.

He didn't go to the doctor that Qiao Qingjuan was looking for, a third-rate doctor who couldn't cure Brother An's illness.

After carrying Qiao Qingjun and An Ge'er down, Meng Xiangbei immediately went up to knock on the door.

Knowing that the visitor is the young master of Zhongyuanhou's mansion, the butler welcomed the family of three into the house.

The old imperial doctor, about sixty years old, hurriedly got up from the bed.

The reason why Meng Xiangbei sought him was firstly that he was an imperial doctor, and his medical skills must be better than ordinary doctors; friendship.

"How did the child burn like this?"

Seeing the child in Qiao Qingjun's arms, the old imperial doctor exclaimed, "This is about to burn out. Why didn't you fathers take good care of the child? Hurry up, bring it in, bring it in."

What the old imperial doctor hates the most is that children get sick.

In the palace, there are many dirty and dirty things, and a lot of calculations among concubines are also used on the prince and princess. The old imperial doctor has seen many children who died in the palace over the years.

The old imperial doctor was kind-hearted, he couldn't see that his life was lost like this, and most of the time, he secretly saved the child's life, because of this, he was hated by some people.

If he hadn't used his medical skills to save the life of the first emperor and won a gold medal for avoiding death, he might have died long ago.

The old imperial doctor checked An Ge'er's pulse, wrote a prescription with a solemn expression, and asked the boy to boil the medicine.

Some people brought a few pots of silver charcoal to dissipate some of the cold.

"Doctor, Ange, how is Ange?"

Qiao Qingjuan kept his heart in his arms, and watched as he was embraced by the old imperial doctor, he untied An Ge'er's clothes, dipped a soft cloth with a medicine suitable for children's fever, and wiped it carefully to cool him down.

"Doctor, I'll come."

The old imperial doctor glared at Qiao Qingjuan, and said angrily, "You should go and change quickly, the child is already sick, if you get sick again, who will take care of the child."

Just after finishing speaking, Qiao Qingjun sneezed.

"Ah Qing, let's go, let's change clothes."

In the end, Qiao Qingjuan, who was reluctant to part with her eyes all the time on An Ge'er, was taken away by Meng Xiangbei to change clothes.

The old imperial doctor looked at the two water spots on the ground, then touched the dry clothes on the child and sighed.

I would rather get wet myself than protect the child from getting wet. Coming to the door in the middle of the night should be a sign of love for the child, but if the child burns like this, it is obviously delayed.

The two of them didn't bring any clothes, they changed into the clothes of the old imperial doctor's grandson. Qiao Qingjuan muttered "Brother An, Brother An", and hurriedly put on his clothes, wanting to go back quickly.

But he was already clumsy, so he was in a hurry, and his clothes were messed up.

"Sir, I can't dress well." Qiao Qingjuan tugged at the clothes on her body, at a loss.

Meng Xiangbei changed his clothes as quickly as possible and helped Qiao Qingjun get dressed.

After getting dressed, Qiao Qingjun dragged him back to run.

Back in the house, the two drank the ginger soup cooked by the old imperial doctor.

"I, I've changed my clothes. I'll come." Qiao Qingjuan eagerly stretched out his hand, intending to hug An Ge'er and rub the medicinal wine on him personally. "Ah Qing will be very light."

The old imperial doctor took a deep look at Qiao Qingjuan. He could also see that something was wrong with the young man in front of him. He glanced at Meng Xiangbei next to him and confirmed the answer.

Meng Xiangbei also wanted to take care of the children.

"Walk, walk, you have just been exposed to the rain, and your body is still damp, don't let the cold get over the child, you just sit there obediently."

The old imperial doctor's attitude was better, but his tone was still not very good.

Qiao Qingjuan didn't care, his attention was always on An Ge'er. He listened to the old imperial doctor and sat on a chair beside him, with his back straight and his hands on his knees, like an obedient elementary school student attending class.

He remembered that Xianggong said that only by obediently listening to the doctor will the disease be cured.

Now, if he obeys the doctor obediently, An Ge'er will be fine.

It didn't take long for Ang'er's medicine to be boiled. After a lot of effort, the three of them fed him the medicine.

"Doctor, Brother An..."

Meng Xiangbei was called to a corner by the old imperial doctor, obviously having something to say alone, but fortunately, Qiao Qingjun kept his eyes on An Ge'er and didn't pay attention to them.

"Boy Meng, is that child yours?"

Meng Xiangbei glanced at him and nodded without hesitation.

From the corner of his eye, the old imperial doctor glanced at Qiao Qingjun who was focused on the child.

The child is probably the child of Meng Xiangbei and this brother.

The old imperial doctor didn't pay much attention to the affairs of the younger generation, but said with a serious face: "Since it is your child, you should take good care of it, it is also a little life."

"I know, I will take good care of their parents in the future. Doctor Liu, brother An..." Meng Xiangbei glanced at Qiao Qingjuan as he spoke, fearing that he would come over.

The old imperial doctor lowered his voice, his face was solemn: "This child was born prematurely, and his body is very weak. He has been burned for too long and the temperature is too high. Now that the medicinal wine is rubbed off and the medicine is drunk, the old man is not sure that the fever will subside.

Even if I can retreat, I don’t know if it will hurt my brain, let’s resign myself to fate, if tomorrow’s fever can’t go away, I’m afraid..."

Meng Xiangbei clenched his fists, his figure shook slightly, and he clenched his fists: "Okay, I understand, please be Doctor Liu."

Meng Xiangbei and Qiao Qingjun stayed with An Ge'er. The old imperial doctor was worried about the child, so he did not leave and checked on the child's condition at any time.

Outside, the heavy rain was still falling, and the door was closed to isolate the cold wind. The silver charcoal was burning inside the house, and the cold hands and feet gradually warmed up.

The atmosphere quieted down for a while, and now Meng Xiangbei had time to get away from the dream plot about Qiao Qingjun.

This is an ancient world. In this world, there are three types of people, men, women, and brothers. Both women and brothers can have children, but the status of brothers is low, and they are like slaves in people's eyes.

Legend has it that there was no brother on the mainland until the emperor of a certain country married a monster, brother, who was born by the monster for the emperor.

Afterwards, people regarded Brother as a lowly and dirty monster bloodline.

Brothers are disliked by others, some people will even sell them to small men's houses after giving birth to brothers, but all brothers are beautiful in appearance.

Brothers have become goods that can be bought and sold at will, and many masters of rich families will secretly raise brothers for fun outside.

As for his identity, Meng Xiangbei is the only son of the Zhongyuanhou Mansion, and his mother is the wife of the Zhongyuanhou Mansion.He also has a younger brother, Meng Xiangyuan, who is three months younger than him.

The one who gave birth to Meng Xiangyuan was an elder brother. That elder brother was extremely beautiful, and the flirtatious Lord Hou fell on him with all his heart, and carried him into the Hou's mansion and became a noble concubine.

Everyone in the capital knew that this Marquis Zhongyuan didn't love his wife and concubines, and even hated his wife. If he hadn't had a son by his side, the lady's position would have been given up long ago.

Mrs. Zhongyuanhou, that is, Meng Xiangbei's mother, loved Zhongyuanhou deeply, otherwise she would not have used her family background to force Zhongyuan to marry him.

But she entered Zhongyuan Hou's mansion, but she still couldn't tie this man's heart.

Not long after passing through the door, Marquis Zhongyuan brought in that concubine. She tried many times to get rid of that humble thing, but she was powerless, and she even let him give birth to a concubine.

In order to win her husband's attention, Mrs. Zhongyuan Hou carefully taught her son Meng Xiangbei, hoping that he would be successful and be proud of her.

Meng Xiangbei is well aware of the difficulty of his mother, but also worked very hard, and gradually became outstanding.

Unexpectedly, an accident caused Meng Xiangbei to be exiled to the south of the Yangtze River, and even lost his memory. He was rescued by Qiao Qingjun who happened to pass by at the time of life and death.

After Meng Xiangbei lost his memory, he was left at Qiao's house by the kind-hearted Qiao Qingjun. Qiao's father asked him to be his son's bodyguard to protect Qiao Qingjun's safety.

Qiao's father and Qiao's mother only had a child like Qiao Qingjuan. Although he was a brother, they both loved this child very much.

Meng Xiangbei lived in Qiao's house gratefully. During his time with Qiao Qingjun, he fell in love with the wealth of Qiao's family and the beautiful Qiao Qingjun, so he took the initiative to propose to Qiao's father and mother to marry Qiao Qingjun.

Under Meng Xiangbei's deliberate tenderness and love, Qiao Qingjun, who was originally pure in heart, fell in love with him, and agreed when his parents asked if they would marry Meng Xiangbei.

Soon, the two got married, and not long after, Qiao Qingjuan became pregnant.

Unexpectedly, when Qiao's father and mother returned from offering incense in the temple on the mountain, they encountered a mudslide and died unexpectedly.

Qiao Qingjuan was heartbroken, and she persevered because she was accompanied by her children and Meng Xiangbei.

The ambitious Meng Xiangbei was unwilling to stay in a small place, so he sold his family property, and took all the money and the pregnant Qiao Qingjun to the capital at the foot of the emperor to seek a better future.

That is, not long after he came to the capital, Meng Xiangbei recovered his memory and remembered his noble status, the young master of Zhongyuanhou's mansion, and a cousin who was married with his fingertips.

How could such an identity be comparable to that of Qiao Qingjuan, a brother with insufficient IQ.

If it is rumored that the dignified little marquis has married such a brother, I am afraid that his position as a little monkey will not be preserved.

Meng Xiangbei was reluctant to part with Qiao Qingjuan's beauty, so he thought of raising Qiao Qingjun outside as a concubine. Qiao Qingjun was just a fool and wouldn't think so much, but the child couldn't be born.

The eldest son of the young master can only come out from his wife.

At that time, Qiao Qingjuan was seven months pregnant, Meng Xiangbei didn't care about it, and coaxed him to drink abortion pills, and Qiao Qingjuan suffered from abdominal pain that night.

Fortunately, Qiao Qingjun and the child lived a long life. Although they saved their lives, Qiao Qingjuan's body has been weakened since then. The seven-month-old child was considered premature. When he was born, he was thin and thin, like a kitten that would die at any time.

Due to the premature birth, An Ge'er was born with frequent minor illnesses.

The lost child was actually born, and Meng Xiangbei couldn't kill the child he was born, and he didn't pay much attention to it. The poor and humble brother couldn't bear the eldest son of his little prince.Even the name is not willing to marry the child.

The name Meng Qi'an was given to the little grandson by Brother An's grandfather, that is, Qiao's father.

Meng Xiangbei placed the father and son in a remote small courtyard, leaving two servants to serve.

The boy saw at a glance that Meng Xiangbei didn't care about Qiao Qingjuan and his son. Not only did he not take good care of them, he even bullied them when he was in a bad mood.

All the properties of the Qiao family were taken away by Meng Xiangbei, and Qiao Qingjun only had some personal money.

Meng Xiangbei only came to the small yard when he wanted to solve his needs.

When the child was sick, Meng Xiangbei was not there; when Qiao Qingjun was being bullied, Meng Xiangbei was not there;

Qiao Qingjuan was living alone in the unfamiliar capital of Kyoto with her little An Geer, trapped in such a small courtyard.

In this way, Qiao Qingjun stumblingly brought An Ge'er to her first birthday.

Meng Xiangbei didn't love Qiao Qingjun, but Qiao Qingjun loved him.

He remembered that Meng Xiangbei was his husband-in-law and the father of his elder brother An.

Meng Xiangbei was impatient to come to him, impatient to stay by his side, but he missed Meng Xiangbei, he felt that An Geer also missed his father.

So every time Meng Xiangbei came to the small courtyard, after leaving, he would secretly follow behind with the child in his arms, even if he just watched from afar.

And last night was the most critical node.

On a rainy night, An Ge'er suddenly developed a fever. Although Qiao Qingjun had a low IQ, he knew that An Ge'er was sick.

When you are sick, you need to find a doctor.

He wanted the two boys to go to the doctor, but the two just wanted to sleep, they didn't go out, and they locked the door.

Qiao Qingjun could only put on the coir raincoat and bamboo hat, carried the lantern, and went to find the doctor with the child in his arms.

After finally reaching the door of the doctor's house, the doctor didn't come out no matter how he called.

Later, Qiao Qingjun groped to the Hou's mansion with the child in his arms, but Meng Xiangbei, the father, was sleeping soundly in the bed.

Qiao Qingjuan, who was holding the child, was chased away by the servants at the back door. Qiao Qingjuan had nowhere to go. In the end, An Geer died too late because of a fever.

The child's death, her husband's indifference and abandonment made Qiao Qingjuan go crazy.

Holding a rag doll all day long, treating it like an Angie.

Meng Xiangbei had no interest in the crazy Qiao Qingjun, and since then he has ignored him, just pretending that there is no such person.

After marrying her betrothed cousin and giving birth to a son, Meng Xiangbei's life went smoothly.

That day, the crazy Qiao Qingjun was picking up food at the restaurant with the doll in his arms, when he happened to see a happy family of three, Meng Xiangbei.

He looked tenderly at his lovely wife beside him, teasing his son in his arms like a loving father.

The dazed Qiao Qingjuan suddenly woke up.

He looked at the doll in his arms, feeling sad in his heart.

His poor Ange, who was weak from birth and suffered so much, was about to die when he was only one year old. He didn't even have a hug from his biological father.

The grief-stricken Qiao Qingjuan froze to death on the street on this night, a bone-chilling night, holding a small dress tightly in his arms.

Recalling the boy in the underworld who was holding a child and muttering "Angeer" crazily, Meng Xiangbei's eyes fell on Qiao Qingjun's side face beside him, and he didn't look away for a long time.

My brother is good-looking, and Qiao Qingjun is not bad either. His beauty is not delicate or coquettish, but pure, clean, with a fair baby face, red lips and white teeth, and slender eyelashes like butterfly wings. To describe it in one word: Angel.

The appearance of an angel, he is mentally incomplete, and his heart is like a child, with a pair of slightly round peach blossom eyes, as clean as a spring.

Such a person should be pampered and carefree, and should not be spoiled like that.

The old imperial doctor arranged a guest room for the two of them. An Ge'er was small, lying on the bed, his little face was still red, he seemed to be unwell, and sometimes he would whimper in pain, but his eyes But it didn't open.

Qiao Qingjuan held his little hand and guarded it all the time, without leaving for a moment.

Meng Xiangbei hugged Qiao Qingjun: "Ah Qing, don't worry, Brother An will be fine."

Qiao Qingjun looked at him with red eyes, and didn't come back to his senses in a daze, as if he didn't expect Meng Xiangbei to comfort him.

"Really?" he asked.

"Really, his father loves him so much, he will be fine." As for him, he is still the scumbag who wants to abandon their father and son, and he is not qualified to say that he loves An Geer.

Qiao Qingjuan seemed to be thinking of something, with a disturbed expression on his face, he murmured, "I found my husband because I couldn't find a doctor, and I won't do it in the future, Mr. Xiang, you go to bed, and I will accompany Brother An."

Qiao Qingjuan was unfamiliar with this place in the capital city. He was mentally incompetent and had a child with him, so he was anxious. The only reliance was Meng Xiangbei.But Meng Xiangbei didn't want to be entangled by him, and even said that if he had nothing to do, he would come to him.

The sensitive Qiao Qingjuan gradually stopped looking for him, for fear that he would get angry.

This time, Ange'er's situation frightened him, so he went to the Hou's mansion in the middle of the night.

With a stuffy heart, Meng Xiangbei pressed Qiao Qingjun's face into his arms, feeling the warmth and softness of the young man in his arms.

"Ah Qing, I am Ang's father. Ang is sick now, so I will naturally take care of him. In the future, if you can't solve any problems, you should also tell me. I am your husband-in-law, and I should protect him. You, no, we will live together in the future, so even if you don't tell me about your situation, I will know about it."

Qiao Qingjuan was hugged in a daze. He couldn't remember how long it had been since he was hugged by his husband. His hug was really warm. He wanted to keep hugging him. What the husband said was also nice. He said he would talk to himself It would be great if it was true to live with An Geer.

He thought, he must have done something wrong before, so Xianggong ran away from home. Now, Xianggong forgave him and came back again.

Qiao Qingjuan looked up at Meng Xiangbei: "Will my husband leave in the future?"

Meng Xiangbei stroked his hair and promised, "No."

Qiao Qingjuan's eyes lit up like stars shining brightly: "Then, can my husband promise Ah Qing something."

"what's up?"

Qiao Qingjun, who has a childlike heart, does not speak euphemistically like others, but is straightforward and hot, as if it can melt people's hearts.

"Sister-in-law's hug is so warm, so warm, when Brother An wakes up, it's all right, can you hug Brother An too, Mr.

Meng Xiangbei's throat choked, and he smiled: "Okay, I promise you everything."

After getting the promise, Qiao Qingjuan was happier than before, and her eyebrows and eyes were curved like crescent moons.

Qiao Qingjuan's hand gently touched Ange'er's cheek, feeling the temperature on it, and said softly, "Angeer, get well soon." Probably due to the telepathy between father and son, Ange'er's hand was held by Qiao Qingjun. The hand in the palm moved and held one of his fingers very tightly, the painful and uncomfortable expression on his face was a little bit less, and he gradually calmed down.

"Look, Mr. An, Brother An promised me that he will get better, he will get better." Qiao Qingjuan repeatedly emphasized happily, and showed Meng Xiangbei the hands that were held together by one big and one small.

Meng Xiangbei was stunned, and slowly stretched out his hand, wrapping his father and son's hands with his big palm.

Qiao Qingjuan's hand didn't move, he could feel the warmth from the big palm, the husband tonight is so gentle, he likes such a husband.

Meng Xiangbei wanted Qiao Qingjun to sleep for a while, but he didn't want to. He wanted to see that Ange was safe and sound.

Meng Xiangbei also waited with him.

"Ah Qing, why don't you tell me about Brother Ang."

When mentioning An Ge'er, Qiao Qingjuan looked energetic for a long time, even his eyes lit up.

"Brother Ang has been able to talk recently. He can call me daddy, but he can't teach him father. I have been teaching him. When he recovers, teach him again. He will definitely be able to call you father."

Meng Xiangbei lowered his eyes, his eyes were complicated, and the guilt in his heart spread. It turned out that An Geer could already speak, but he didn't even know it.

"An Ge'er can still walk, but he's a bit stupid, he falls after taking two steps."

"I didn't take good care of Brother Ang. He lost weight and fell ill."

The one-year-old child looks like he is only six months old, and there is not much flesh on his face.

Meng Xiangbei restrained the urge to hold An Ge'er in his arms.

"Ah Qing, let's take care of Brother An together in the future, he will get better, and our family of three will have a good life."

Qiao Qingjuan raised his head, looked at him helplessly and a little blankly: "Then will the lord stay with us all the time?"

"Of course. Even if Ah Qing wants to drive me away in the future, I won't leave."

Qiao Qingjuan quickly waved his hands: "Don't rush, don't rush, and stay with my husband forever."

Silver carbon burns on a cold rainy night, bringing warmth to a room.

The old imperial doctor was very concerned about An Geer, and he looked at it several times in a cold manner. Fortunately, God heard the prayers of Qiao Qingjuan and the others, and An Geer's fever gradually subsided. His expression softened a little.

Until it was almost dawn, An Ge'er's fever completely subsided, and her little face returned to its normal color.

Probably because I was not feeling well before, and I didn't sleep well, but the fever subsided, and I fell into a deep sleep.

"This little life has been saved, do you know that you should take good care of the child in the future?" The old imperial doctor gave a few words before going back to rest. He got up in the middle of the night to see a doctor. This will see that the child is fine, and is supported by the servant to rest.

"Ah Qing, you can go to sleep too, I'll watch over here, and when Brother An wakes up, we'll go back."

"No, no, you sleep."

"Then let's sleep together." Meng Xiangbei made a concession.

"it is good."

Fortunately, the bed is bigger.

Qiao Qingjuan crawled to the innermost part of the bed, Meng Xiangbei was on the outer side, and An Ge'er was in the middle.

"Go to sleep." Meng Xiangbei said.

Qiao Qingjuan let out an "um" and closed her eyes.

About a minute later, Qiao Qingjun, who had her eyes closed, trembled, and secretly opened them.

He looked at An Ge'er, who was sleeping peacefully beside him, and then at Meng Xiangbei, who had his eyes closed. He didn't know what to think, the corners of his lips were raised, his hands were covering his mouth, and his brows and eyes were crooked in a secret smile.

Suddenly, a big palm came across and landed on the top of his head, rubbing his hair.

"Sleeping." Meng Xiangbei said without opening his eyes.

Qiao Qingjuan was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect to be discovered, he subconsciously rubbed his head against his palm, closed his eyes obediently, and his breathing gradually became even after a while.

Outside, it was raining all the time, and the sky was not yet completely bright. It was rare for the family of three to share the same bed, and they slept soundly.

At dawn, Meng Xiangbei opened his eyes.

The sun shines in through the hollowed-out carved windows and sprinkles all over the ground. The rain has stopped at some point and the sky has cleared up.

Suddenly, Meng Xiangbei felt something, turned his head to look to the side, and met a pair of big black and white eyes.

The child was blinking at him at first, but after being discovered by him, he seemed to be frightened, shrank his small body in the direction of Qiao Qingjun, with a bit of timidity, lowered his little head, not daring to look at him, and clasped his two little hands Together, a few seconds later, they quietly raised their heads to look at him again, and then lowered their heads after seeing Meng Xiangbei still looking at him, and repeated this several times.

Qiao Qingjun has a clean appearance, with red lips and white teeth. Meng Xiangbei is also handsome. An Geer, who has neutralized the appearance characteristics of the two, looks natural and not bad, with pink and tender lips, a delicate little nose, and especially a pair of black and white. , slightly round peach eyes, very much like Qiao Qingjun.

The fly in the ointment is that she is too thin and doesn't have much flesh on her cheeks.

"Do you remember me? I'm your father." Afraid of waking Qiao Qingjun or scaring the little guy, Meng Xiangbei's voice was very soft.

An Ge'er pursed his little lips, just looked at him and didn't speak.

Meng Xiangbei was silent for a moment, then tentatively stretched out his hand to take his little hand.

An Ge'er's two small hands were held together until they were covered by a big palm, and he was obviously stunned.

The little hand struggled and seemed to want to pull it out, but the big palm was wide and tight, holding the little hand that moved like a loach in the palm.

An Ge'er frowned delicately.

As if realizing that he couldn't break free, his pink mouth was deflated, not very happy, his cheeks were puffed up, very