illegitimate child

As soon as Song Ling came out of the private school, the aunt who sold vegetables in the alley stopped him, "Boy Song, there are people coming from your family, and they are dressed richly. You should go back and have a look."

Song Ling responded, said goodbye politely, and stepped on the bluestone slab in a leisurely manner.Song Ling was born thin and thin, but his back was straight as if being measured by a ruler, and his unfit Confucian uniform gave off a bit of literati air.

The aunt watched Song Ling leave enviously. The Song family hadn't always lived in Lihua Lane. Nine years ago, the beautiful Mrs. Song settled down in Lihua Lane with her infant baby.

In the beginning, it was a big deal, and directly bought the largest four-entry house in Lihua Lane, which was left by a famous wealthy businessman.

A few years ago, the master went to other places to do business, and the house was left unused. There are more than a dozen pear trees planted in the house. It may be said that the name of Pear Blossom Lane is also because of this house.

The pear tree bears good fruit, and because there is no special person to manage it, the plump and sweet pears have become the common property of the alley.

Lady Song was born beautiful, and on the day she came, she took away the souls of half the men in the alley. Together they guessed the identity of Mrs. Song.

Some said it was a lady from a wealthy family who eloped with a man, some said it was a widow who died of a man, and the man was a wealthy businessman.

Even the original owner of the house did not escape.

It is also said that this is an outer room kept by an adult outside. This statement is generally recognized by women, because Mrs. Song has never done starching and laundry work like these women, and she has not even left the house in recent years. , but he was able to bring up Song Ling in a safe and sound way, and still had extra money for Song Ling to go to a private school.

All the rumors have a source. This rumor was first spread by Zhang Xiuniang. Before Mrs. Song came, she was the most decent woman in the alley. The radish hands wash clothes in the bitter water by the river.

Zhang Xiuniang has a pair of beautiful hands, slender and fair. In winter, she holds a hand stove, and often passes by the river to brush her messy hair inadvertently, and leaves gracefully under the envious or jealous eyes of squatting women.

The day Mrs. Song came, she was riding in an ox cart that people in the alley had only heard of. When she lifted the curtain of the car, her snow-white wrists were exposed. Mrs. Zhang was blinded by the whiteness. The next day, it was rumored that Mrs. Song was an official The master was raised in the outer room of Lihua Lane, and Song Ling was an illegitimate child.

Mrs. Zhang spoke very well, she used some possible words, she only let out a few words, and let others guess the rest, and never left anything to talk about.

A few years ago, Mrs. Song's "outside room" and the "illegitimate child" she brought could only be described in four words in Lihua Lane, and they were notorious.

Women consider themselves upright ladies and look down on this kind of unnamed outsiders. Although they live in poverty, they are more noble than outsiders no matter what.

In those few years, it seemed that whoever got involved with Mrs. Song would be affected by the dark wind of the outer room, and lose the dignity of a straight lady.

Until Song Ling grew up day by day.

Song Ling was detained in the house by Mrs. Song until she was four years old, and she never went out. Until the day she was four years old, Mrs. Song took him to the house of Master Shi, the only wife in ten miles and eight towns. It was the first time I saw the illegitimate child I often talked about.

People who met that day said that the child was longer than the fairy boy in the sky.

A year later, a traveling Taoist priest came to Lihua Lane and rested at Master Shi's house. After seeing Song Ling, he applauded repeatedly, saying only that the Taoist rhyme was natural.

The rumors in the alley stopped as expected, it was what the Taoist priest said, the Taoism is natural, and ordinary people like them can criticize it at will.

Song Ling grew up gradually, with outstanding appearance, excellent academic performance, calm and magnanimous, the key is that he is also polite to rural women like them, like a small literati, even Mr. No one mentioned it anymore.

Knowing that someone was watching him, Song Ling straightened his back even more, and carried his literary spirit all the way to the door of the house.

Song's house is in the deepest part of Lihua Lane. At this time, an ox cart is parked at the gate, and two drivers are standing beside the cart, one on the left and one on the right. The cart is decorated with jade pendants, and there is also a streamer that Song Ling has never seen before. Colorful decoration.

Seeing him coming, the coachman stepped forward to salute respectfully, kept his head down and said nothing the whole time, with an indescribable demeanor.

Song Ling was a little embarrassed, he had never seen such a luxurious ox cart, he had never seen such a courteous servant, he tried his best to conceal his ignorance, and asked with a straight face, "Who are you, where is my mother?"

Song Ling always calls his mother in front of outsiders, so that he looks close and makes others have the illusion that the mother and child are close. This is a small means for him to maintain his image.

The family of Mrs. Song, whose mother is kind and filial, has a child who is outstanding at a young age, so she is not a despicable illegitimate child.

The coachman on the left listened to his question and answered respectfully, "Young master, my lady is waiting for you inside."

Young master, Song Ling was taken aback by this address, but he refused to show timidity in front of outsiders, so he answered vaguely and went into the house.

As soon as he entered the hall, Song Ling saw his mother who was healthy but never cared about him, as if she didn't exist, sitting on the armchair surprisingly, fully dressed.

She sat next to a slightly rich middle-aged man, wearing a purple straight gown, with intricate patterns embroidered with silver thread on the fabric, with his left hand resting on the back of the chair with a jade wrench on his thumb, like a rich man.

As soon as he saw Song Ling coming in, he smiled like a trumpet flower and greeted him, "Old slave Sudi, I have seen the young master," standing in front of Song Ling, bowing and bowing deeply.

Song Ling didn't know how to respond appropriately. This Su Di was the most respectable person Song Ling had ever met, even more respectable than his teacher, Mr. Shi. But now this decent man called him young master, and he looked at Mother sitting in a chair.

Lady Song was wearing a blue double-breasted thong, and her hair was tied up with a jade hairpin. She said blankly, "Su Di, wait here for a while, I will take him to have a word."

After speaking, he got up and went to the inner room. Song Ling hurriedly followed. When he was about to leave the hall, he secretly looked back. The car bothered him.

Song Ling followed Mrs. Song, recalling the half-understood truths she had peeked at from Mr. Shi's study, barely maintaining her literati demeanor.

After walking through the long corridor to the house, Mrs. Song took the lead to enter the door and stood with her back to Song Ling, and said, "I'll pack the things for you, you can go with Su Di."

Song Ling didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, "Mother, why should I follow him?"

"He will take you to your father." Song Ling felt his head was hit hard by a hammer. He was born precocious, and he knew the rumors surrounding him when he was five or six years old, and the contemptuous gazes in the alley almost turned into reality Let the inevitable inferiority complex.

He studied desperately, adorned himself with great principles from his master's book, and put himself in a shell of knowledge and courtesy. He tried to use this shell to resist the strange eyes of others. It took him several years to succeed. Successfully removed the label of illegitimate child.

Everything that happened today and what his mother said seemed to tell him that what the neighbors said was true, and that he was the despicable illegitimate child that people said.

"Am I really an illegitimate child?" His voice trembled.

The calm lady Song turned around abruptly. She bent down and grabbed Song Ling's arm fiercely, her eyes tearing apart, "No, you are more disgusting than an illegitimate child. You are a monster, Song Ling, you Remember, no matter what happens to you in the future, you must remember to me that you are a monster not worthy of living, and no one will ever love you."

Song Ling's arm hurt so badly that he froze in place, unable to recover from his mother's vicious curse.

Mrs. Song has always been estranged from him. She was completely paralyzed when he was five years old and could take care of himself. She sat crookedly on the couch every day and completely forgot that she had a young son.

He is used to his mother's alienation and indifference, and has never fulfilled his mother's responsibilities to him, but filial piety appears most in the Master's book, and Song Ling also demands this from himself, even if the mother is not a mother, but the son must be a son.

He also had secret little thoughts, that his mother loved him, but she was just not used to expressing it.

To this day, his mother personally punctured all his visions, and his mother hated him, cursed him, and never loved him.

Lady Song let go of Song Ling, turned around and went to the dressing table in the room, opened the dowry and took out a jade pendant from the deepest part, then walked in front of the sculptural Song Ling, and handed the jade pendant to him, "Has your husband picked up the words for you?" ?”

The jade pendant is delicate in texture and cold to the touch, with a strange totem engraved on one side and the word Ling on the other.

Song Ling took the jade pendant, his three souls and six souls had already left his body, and only one soul responded instinctively, "Not yet, sir said it's not time to get the words yet."

"Then I'll give you a word, Duyu, remember, you are Duyu who never deserves love."

The husband also said that the words carry the blessings and sincere expectations of relatives, friends and teachers, while his words are the mother's curse.

That night Song Ling sat in the ox cart, surrounded by strange and respectful servants. Before he had time to say goodbye to his husband, he followed the rickety ox cart to an unknown distance.

In his arms was the jade pendant given by his mother. He had a dream. The grown-up Song Ling high school champion became a veritable gentleman. He drove back to Lihua Lane in a carriage that was more expensive than the ox cart he was sitting on. They greeted each other along the road, and his mother stood at the door of the house smiling and held out her hand to him.

Lady Song sat in the hall and looked towards the direction of the bullock cart at the gate. Several dim oil lamps were lit in the hall, and the lamp wires crackled when they touched the air.

She didn't know how long she sat there. From day to night, from night to day, the oil lamps were all extinguished. In the middle of the night, she stood up.

A white silk is hanging on the beam, and a pair of embroidered shoes is hanging in the air.

That night, a fire broke out in Lihua Lane. The fire engulfed the exquisite house, took away the pear trees that bear fruit every year, and an unknown outhouse.

The author says:

It's pseudo-orthopedics.