illegitimate child

"Jinnian?"

Luo Jinnian's back froze, he turned around with hands and feet, and pretended to greet him nonchalantly: "Auntie, are you here to see Song Ling?"

Du Chunxing carried a food box on her forearm, and she quickly stepped forward and patted Luo Jinhou on the back: "What nonsense are you talking about, can I still come to see you if I don't come to see Ling'er?"

"Go, go, go, you have blocked the way." Du Chunxing gently pushed Luo Jinnian's arm.

Seeing that he was about to step into the guest house where Luo Jinnian and Song Ling were staying, Luo Jinnian suddenly had an idea and grabbed the handle of the food box tightly: "Song Ling has been having a high fever and coughing continuously. I think the wind and cold have worsened. Auntie, I'd better not go there." Look, Song Ling will feel sorry for you if you get sick after the illness." Luo Jinnian had a bitter face, digging his guts to organize his words.

Du Chunxing was dragged staggeringly, and just about to get angry when she heard Luo Jinnian's words, her complexion changed drastically, she yanked the food box hard, but the food box didn't move at all, fortunately she threw the food box to Luo Jinnian, turned around and was about to go to the guest house .

Just when she was about to step into the courtyard gate, she suddenly heard a bang and turned her head suddenly.

I saw the food box fell to the ground, the lid of the box was smashed open, and the porridge and vegetables inside were spilled all over the floor.

Luo Jinnian fell to the ground with his chest in his hands, not knowing how far away he was from the spilled porridge.

Du Chunxing was taken aback, lifted the hem of her skirt and hurriedly leaned towards Luo Jinnian, exclaiming: "Nianer, sweetheart, what's wrong with you!"

She helped Luo Jinnian and let him lean on her arm. Seeing Luo Jinnian's blushing face, she felt more anxious, and shook Luo Jinnian urgently: "Nianer, Nianer?"

Luo Jinnian woke up leisurely, his eyelids were half-opened and half-closed, and a pair of pussy-like eyes were rippling, very beautiful and pitiful.

He arched into Du Chunxing's arms, and said in a muffled voice, "Auntie, I'm so dizzy, I'm so cold."

Hearing that he was dizzy, Du Chunxing quickly stretched out his hand to touch his forehead, and it was terribly hot: "You child, I'm afraid you also caught the wind and cold! It's cold in Qingyuzhuang, why don't you pay more attention!"

Luo Jinnian faintly cried: "Auntie, I feel so bad."

Du Chunxing's heart was about to be crushed, she helped Luo Jinnian to comfort her and said, "Don't talk, Auntie, let's go, go to bed and lie down for a while."

Fearing that Song Ling and Song Ling would infect each other, and no one would get better, Du Chunxing helped Luo Jinnian to resettle in another place.

Luo Jinnian heaved a sigh of relief as he was getting closer and further away from the guest house, and secretly practiced his kung fu to make blood rush to his head, his face became more and more red.

Du Chunxing was even more terrified, and when he got to another guest hospital, he urged people to invite a doctor.

During that period, whenever she wanted to see Song Ling, Luo Jinnian would suffer from another moth, sometimes with a headache, sometimes with a stomachache, looking sicker than Xizi, weak like Daiyu, unable to leave him for a moment.

After going back and forth several times, Du Chunxing also came back to it. When Luo Jinnian wanted to drink water for the tenth time, she raised her brows and twisted Luo Jinnian's arm: "Did you quarrel with Ling'er?"

Luo Jinnian gritted his teeth in pain, knowing in his heart that he couldn't pretend anymore, but luckily he didn't pretend anymore, he endured the pain and squeezed out a smile: "Why, Auntie, you think too much, Song Ling is so respectful to me, how could he quarrel .” The word respectful said through gritted teeth.

Du Chunxing let go of Luo Jinnian with a sneer: "Still pretending, you haven't called Ling'er by name for so many years, but today you're talking about Song Ling one by one. It's not a quarrel, what is it? You are a majestic man, why are you so narrow-minded? I don't believe that Ling'er will offend you and take the initiative to provoke you. You must be a small belly, and you can't make it up with yourself."

"Auntie!" Luo Jinnian was annoyed at being poked at the center of things.

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore. Tell auntie honestly, are you jealous?" Du Chunxing said narrowly.

"Are you jealous?" Luo Jinnian hadn't reacted yet.

"You don't want your aunt to visit Ling'er, so you deliberately pretended to be sick. Ling'er is jealous of you."

Before Luo Jinnian could answer, she pulled Luo Jinnian into her arms and said softly, "You were raised by my aunt. You are not only my nephew, but my aunt also regards you as her son. You are the first in my aunt's heart." Son, no one can surpass you. Ling'er has a miserable life experience, was not born well, and suffered a lot. He has a sensitive mind, so the family is open to him, but in our hearts, who is the darling , don't you understand?"

With his head buried in Du Chunxing's arms, Luo Jinnian couldn't see his expression clearly, but his body trembled slightly.

He doesn't know.

He has always believed that his family treats him and Song Ling the same, they are both sons of the Luo family, they are both unconditionally loved by the elders, even Song Ling is valued far more than him.

Because Song Ling is the most filial, the most polite, and the most outstanding, the elders should love him.

But the aunt told him in person, no, it's different.

Only Luo Jinnian is special.

He suddenly understood why Song Ling couldn't trust his relatives wholeheartedly like him, because what Song Ling got was not pure.

It is mercy, it is charity.

Song Ling was undoubtedly the most sober, and everyone in the Luo Mansion could see it clearly, except for him, Luo Jinnian.

Du Chunxing mistakenly thought that Luo Jinnian was wronged, so she stroked his back and said helplessly, "I'm almost reaching the crown, when will I grow up, my aunt doesn't ask you to be as capable as Ling'er, I only hope that you can be a good person in the future." Wealthy and idle people enjoy their lives happily."

"What about Song Ling, what kind of person does my aunt want him to be in the future?" Luo Jinnian asked in a deep voice.

"Ling'er has always had big ideas, how does Auntie know what will happen to him in the future?"

Luo Jinnian didn't want to end this topic just like this, he asked: "If the road he chooses in the future is full of thorns, will Auntie help him wholeheartedly like helping me?" He raised his head sharply, staring straight at Du Chunxing.

Du Chunxing's expression froze, and she returned to normal after a while, with a smile on her lips: "Of course, you are all my nephews."

Luo Jinnian pursed his lips, a voice in his heart told him that the person in front of him was lying.

Du Chunxing got up slowly, and teasingly said: "Do you want Auntie to pass the message to Ling'er for you?"

Luo Jinnian sat crookedly on the couch, opened his mouth but couldn't say a word.

When he came back to his senses, Du Chunxing was nowhere to be seen. He secretly said "Oops", put on his clothes and hurriedly chased him out.

At this time, the sky was covered with a thin layer of black gauze, and Du Chunxing led a small lamp to walk in the dark night.

The firelight illuminated half of her face, her brows were benevolent.

The other half sleeps with the night, condensing the cold and frost.

When she arrived at the guest courtyard where Song Ling lived, she pushed open the courtyard door and tapped on the inner room door.

There was a clear voice in the room, mixed with broken coughs: "Please come in."

Du Chunxing raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, with a smile on his lips, and gently opened the door.

Song Lingduan was sitting on the armchair, with a thin body, a blue shirt with large sleeves hanging on his body, empty.He held a book of bamboo slips with bluish white fingers, and lit a small oil lamp on the table in front of him.The dim light of the fire reflected his face, which was as white as fresh snow, and it seemed that he was indeed recovering from a serious illness.