I am not a good person

Feng Yueyi and Zhao Zenian sat on the table under the window and opened the window to dissipate heat.

At midnight, Feng Yueyi let out a long sigh and said, "You asked me why I didn't go back to celebrate the New Year, but now I can tell you, because my family lives in Hongyue Island."

Zhao Zenian shook his head, saying that he had never heard of this place.

"Hongyue Island is very far away from here, and it may not be possible to get there by riding a horse for a month." Feng Yueyi was a little melancholy: "The person my adoptive father wants me to find is his sister who has been away from home for many years, that is, my aunt, she It's called Zhao Qingying."

Zhao Zenian was silent and listened to him quietly.

Feng Yueyi sighed and said, "Actually, I found her."

Zhao Zenian turned his head: "Found it?" Then why didn't you go back to report to your foster father?

Feng Yueyi smiled wryly: "She has been incognito since she left Hongyue Island, so I don't know what her name is now. That time I happened to get into her carriage and met her rashly. Ze Nian, I lied to you, give me The one who fed the poison was not some employer, but my aunt!"

"What?" Zhao Zenian was shocked: "Didn't you recognize each other? Why did she still poison you?"

"She threatened me to continue to help her find someone, her son."

Zhao Zenian didn't understand, and his face was full of doubts.

Feng Yueyi was hesitant and didn't dare to go into too much detail, so he put it another way: "For some reason, she and her son were separated. After so many years, that child must have grown up early, and he looks different from when he was a child. She couldn't find it by herself, so she wanted me to help her find it."

"Oh, did you find it?"

Feng Yueyi held his forehead, looking very helpless and distressed: "Sheng... well, my aunt refused to say anything at first, I really had no other choice, so she said her son's name, with The name, of course it will be easier to find..."

Zhao Zenian shrugged: "Since it's not difficult, what are you worrying about?"

Feng Yueyi was immersed in his own thoughts: "After I got the name, I started to check the whereabouts of that person. That person was not an unknown person in the Jianghu, and there were rumors in the Jianghu that he had died in an accident long ago, but my aunt still insisted that she The son is still alive!"

Zhao Zenian was a little confused: "And then?"

Feng Yueyi punched the window frame, and the whole door and window shook: "I dug her son's grave, and he is indeed dead."

Zhao Zenian was dumbfounded and almost lost his glass: "You dug someone's grave?!"

"Yes! This person said he was dead, and that person said he wasn't dead. What else can I do?" Feng Yue said angrily: "I asked many times, and her son is dead! He's been dead for many years. When I saw it in the museum, it was all bones!"

On the festive day of Chinese New Year, when the house was burning with charcoal fire, Zhao Zenian didn't feel cold at all, but he couldn't help shivering. He felt that he underestimated the heroic beauty in front of him!

Feng Yue lay down on the window sill dejectedly: "What should I do? My aunt insists that her son is still alive. I'm really worried that she will disappear in a fit of anger and never give me an antidote!"

Zhao Zenian felt helpless for him: "Maybe your aunt is crazy about children, and something is wrong here." He pointed to his temple.

"I can't tell. When she left, my family hadn't been in trouble, and my adoptive father didn't adopt me. When we first met, I thought she was just an ordinary lady, dignified and elegant."

Feng Yueyi recalled the situation that day: "When I revealed her identity, she revealed her majestic and domineering side!"

"If this is the case, what she said may not be false." Zhao Zenian said seriously: "There is a saying that mother and child are connected, maybe only she can feel that her son is still alive in this world."

Feng Yueyi smiled bitterly: "Maybe."

He turned his head: "I have known you for so long, it seems that I have never heard you mention your family."

Zhao Zenian froze for a moment, thought for a while, and then said: "My mother died of illness early, so I never knew what she looked like. I asked the uncles and aunts who have worked in my family for many years, and some of them said that my mother is a national beauty." The beauty of Tianxiang, but some say my mother is ugly and difficult to meet people."

He spread his hands helplessly: "I can't tell which one is telling the truth and which one is lying."

Feng Yueyi was stunned: "Ah? How could this happen?"

"Later someone told me that when my mother was brought back by my father, she wore a veil on her face, and she never took it off no matter when she was getting married or giving birth.

I went to ask my dad, he was very busy and didn't have time to answer my question.I found the girl who wiped my mother's body before she was put into the coffin. She said that my mother's face was beyond recognition when she died. "

Zhao Zenian shrugged and didn't care too much: "I think, except for my father, probably no one in this world knows my mother's true face."

In fact, he knows the truth, because there is another person he has met, that is He Bianzhou, but he doesn't want to say so much.

Feng Yueyi patted his arm sympathetically and asked, "What about your father? You rarely mention him."

Zhao Zenian said calmly, "He's dead..."

"Ah?" Feng Yueyi apologized, "I'm sorry!"

Zhao Zenian shook his head: "It doesn't matter, anyway, our father and son don't have a deep relationship."

What he said was the truth, but Feng Yueyi thought that he buried the pain deeply in his heart, so his eyes became more complicated, full of compassion.

Zhao Zenian noticed it and thought it was funny.

Qin Pei and Shi Jin were already drunk, occupying the entire couch crookedly, Zhao Zenian went over to help Shi Jin up: "It's getting late, let's go to rest earlier."

Feng Yueyi nodded, helped Qin Pei up and left.

After putting Shi Jin on the bed and covering him with the quilt, Zhao Zenian turned around to leave, but his hand was held.

He turned his head, Shi Jin looked at him with half-opened eyes, very drunk, mixed with a trace of sobriety: "My brother doesn't like me..."

Zhao Zenian was slightly stunned, he didn't expect that he was still struggling with this matter at this time.

"Hey, don't think about it, go to sleep." He gently touched Shi Jin's face, and put that hand back.

Shi Jin's eyes froze: "It would be nice if my brother was like you."

Zhao Zenian smiled, covered his eyes with his hands, brushed his eyelashes, his palms were slightly itchy, and there was no more movement. He got up and walked out when he heard his breathing became even.

After returning to his room and changing into dark clothes, he leaped to the outside of the Mei Mansion wall with light kung fu, galloped across the street, headed northwest, walked through several forests and circumvented two mountain peaks before stopping.

Tens of feet away, opposite to Zhao Zenian, is the famous Meijiabao in the Jianghu. The gate is closed, and the three characters "Meijiabao" are written on the plaque, and there are two red lanterns hanging on both sides. .

Zhao Zenian looked at the main entrance for a long time, then turned around and ran towards the back hill.

The cemetery in Meijiabao was built at the back, and at this time, people are busy with New Year’s Eve dinner or vigil, and there will be no one guarding it.

I successfully climbed over the wall and walked all the way without taking my eyes off it. Finally, I stopped in front of a tomb. On the snow-white marble tombstone, there were a few words written in red paint: the tomb of my wife Zhao Wei.

There are a few small characters written in the lower left corner: Fumei Shuhaoli.

Zhao Zenian squatted down, gently stroked the snow and dead leaves off the tombstone, took out a jug of wine that he carried with him, poured it all on the ground in front of the monument, then knelt down and kowtowed three times.

Amid the aroma of wine, Zhao Zenian couldn't help but feel in a trance.

I still remember waking up in Yaowang Valley, He Bianzhou rushed to his bedside excitedly, couldn't suppress surprise, and said tremblingly: "Young master, young master! Are you awake?!"

After a while, Zhao Zenian was able to see completely, saw He Bianzhou's face clearly, was stunned, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm not your young master."

Previously, he pretended to be alive just to save his life, but now that the room is brightly lit, he still calls himself the young master?It can't be a deranged person, can it?

He Bianzhou shook his head and said affirmatively: "You are my young master! Madam told me before she passed away that she must take good care of you! Fortunately, I was drinking on the street that day, only to see the fire in Moon Tower..."

lady?

Zhao Zenian's eyes flickered for a moment, and he passed out again.

It took Su Yanshou half a month for Zhao Zenian's spirit to improve slightly, he couldn't get out of bed and walk, but he could sit up, and He Bianzhou then talked about the past in detail.

He Bianzhou said that he and his younger sister He Sumei were working in the field one day, and accidentally found a person lying in the cornfield.

Turning it over and looking, both brothers and sisters jumped up in fright, because the woman's face was slightly swollen, either blue or purple, so ugly and scary!

It looked very much like a dying person.

The brothers and sisters of the He family are all down-to-earth peasants. When they found that the woman was still alive, they carried her home. However, they were very poor and did not have a copper coin, so they could not invite a doctor. past.

It was getting dark, He Bianzhou lit the kerosene lamp, and there was an unpleasant smell in the room, the brother and sister were used to the smell, but the person on the bed moved his fingers.

A kind neighbor brought some oranges to the brothers and sisters who depended on each other. He Sumei was cooking in the kitchen, and He Bianzhou sat at the table peeling the oranges.

While peeling and peeling, He Bianzhou suddenly heard a faint sobbing sound, he turned his head in surprise, it turned out that the woman had woken up, looking at him with tears in her eyes.

He Bianzhou panicked all of a sudden, stood up quickly, and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

The woman shook her head, sat up by herself, and covered her face with her hands: "Seeing you peel the oranges reminds me of my only relative."

He Bianzhou stared blankly at the orange in his hand, and the woman said again: "He is also like this. He likes to break an orange in half first, and then peel the half and half."

"So that's how it is!" He Bianzhou was not good at communicating with people, and smiled foolishly, not knowing what to do so as not to make people cry.

He Sumei came in with dinner at this time, and seeing that the person woke up, she said pleasantly, "Girl, you're awake!"

The siblings introduced themselves, and the woman also gave her name: "My name is Zhao Wei."

Zhao Wei got out of bed and sat at the table with them to eat. Halfway through the meal, he couldn't help asking: "My face is so scary, don't you guys be afraid?"