The story of the rich and the young being tricked into farming

Ye Xiaozhou wept and grabbed his fingertips, the tears that were about to fall from his eyes were soaked by the warm light of the goose foot lamp, making his whole body more and more moist.

"I was wrong, Tianzhu..." He choked up, "I really know I was wrong."

Although he didn't know where he was wrong, he had to use this to please Jing Min so that he would stop torturing himself.

"Where did you go wrong?" Jing Min didn't soften his heart at all, and stared at him playfully, "How did you know you were wrong?"

"I really can't remember," Ye Xiaozhou said here, and suddenly stopped again, a name that he couldn't even believe came to his mind in vain, his eyes dodged, and he hesitated, "You are... Are you Ye Xiaomin?"

Jing Min's expression suddenly changed, he didn't say whether or not, he just reached out and untied Ye Xiaozhou's skirt: "Continue."

Ye Xiaozhou knew that this was the name, and after confirming the real identity of the person in front of him, his heart beat even faster.

He completely remembered what he had done to Ye Xiaomin, some of them might just be trivial bullying, some of them were real insults.

"But he got lost ten years ago... I didn't do it, he got lost by himself," Ye Xiaozhou stopped crying, but his voice was still trembling uncontrollably, "I just hate him, I just hate him. Him and his mother."

He looked at Jing Min. Originally, he thought that the elder brother Ye Xiaomin in his memory was completely different from him, but now, he didn't know if it was a psychological effect, but suddenly he felt that there was a faint difference between the two people's eyebrows. Similar.

Memories grew wildly like weeds, and the long-standing grievances between the two of them seemed like a box that had been broken open. At this moment, Ye Xiaozhou felt not only grievances, but also uncontrollable anger. He suddenly turned up the volume: "But what's wrong with me? , if it wasn't for Jiang Fuliu, that bitch, my mother wouldn't have died!"

"Ye Xiaozhou, shut up!" Jing Min's face darkened, and he stretched out his hand and grabbed his slender neck easily, "Why don't you ask your smug father? Me and my mother At the end of the day, he pretended to be a gentleman and took us in, but in the end he forced my mother to fill the house."

"At her age, why doesn't she know what it means to live in someone else's backyard?" Ye Xiaozhou suppressed the pain of suffocation, and squeezed out a sentence, "She...she deserves it."

Jing Min's fingers tightened immediately, and Ye Xiaozhou couldn't make any sound this time.

Ye Xiaozhou never imagined that the person he loved so much that he wished to die for him was actually the son of the person he hated the most, and this person who used to talk about loving him now tightened his throat and wanted him life.

Physiological tears fell from the corners of his eyes, and Ye Xiaozhou finally realized that life is worse than death in such a suffocating situation.

Just when he thought he was about to die, the strength in Jing Min's hand was loosened in vain, the hot and humid air in the room rushed into Ye Xiaozhou's chest, Ye Xiaozhou bent over and coughed violently, feeling a sense of disaster in his heart A feeling of joy for the rest of my life.

Only now did he know how much he really wanted to live——

His father only had him as his son, he hadn't had enough of the cakes in Yunshangfang, his unfinished clothes were still in Jinxiufang, and the crickets that the little servant promised to catch for him hadn't been delivered to him yet. There are still a lot of enjoyable life, how can it be folded in this dark and damp shabby house?

Thinking of this, he began to cry again.

"I should have asked my father to drive you and Jiang Fuliu out," Ye Xiaozhou panted hoarsely, "You mother and son are both unfamiliar white-eyed wolves."

Jing Min listened to him quietly, and then a sneer came out of his mouth: "I am not innocent, but you are not wronged, people always have to pay the price for what they do."

After speaking, he was still sitting on the side of the bed, actually intending to sit on the sidelines.

Ye Xiaozhou was able to grit his teeth and hold back at first, but his whole body was soaked, and the coarse clothes were clinging to his body. With just a slight movement, it would rub against his extremely sensitive skin at this time, tormenting the rest of his body. Much sanity.

There was no emotion in Jing Min's eyes, and he sat indifferently and looked at Ye Xiaozhou. Seeing him turn his back to him, he couldn't help but start to slander himself, so he became playful again, and tied it with a thin thread. At that end, he must not be allowed to escape.

He hardened his heart and listened to his begging, and saw him wet the quilt from crying.

The two were like this, one stood by and watched, the other was in torment, until midnight, the drug finally passed, and Ye Xiaozhou finally passed out with tears in his eyes.

Jing Min just got up and was about to leave when he suddenly heard Ye Xiaozhou's low voice in his dream. He listened closer and found that he was just saying something like wanting to go home over and over again, and crying while saying it. It looked really miserable.

It's very strange, this is obviously what he wanted, but seeing Ye Xiaozhou like this, he felt inexplicably uncomfortable in his heart, which made the pleasure of revenge sink, and turned into boundless loneliness.

After all, he didn't have the heart to be cruel, and turned back again, covering Ye Xiaozhou's body with a clean thin quilt.

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This night, Ye Xiaozhou suddenly dreamed about something that happened a long time ago. At that time, he was only eight years old, he was very small, and his face was full of childish baby fat.

He didn't know where he saw a child climbing a tree to dig out a bird's nest, so he immediately learned it, and with all his strength, he climbed up the tall tree planted in the courtyard of Yefu.

"The young master has climbed the tree!" I don't know who among the house slaves let out the exclamation first, and then all the house slaves surrounded him, especially the few house servants who were serving Ye Xiaozhou closely, they were scared out of their wits All gone.

The domestic servants put up the shelves for a while, looking for cushions for cushions, and some worked together to spread out the brocade quilts that were still drying in the yard, waiting to be picked up under the trees.

Ye Xiaozhou's nanny ran forward all the way, and before she had time to catch her breath, she coaxed softly: "Xiaozhou Xiaozhou, the nanny has prepared your favorite milk cake for you recently, come down obediently, and the nanny will take you to eat it right away. OK?"

At this time, the young Ye Xiaozhou was riding a tiger and it was hard to get off. When he climbed the tree, he realized that it was easy to climb up the tree, but difficult to get down from it.

It was also at this time that he realized that he was actually afraid of heights, so he couldn't help but burst into tears.

The servants panicked when they saw this, so they coaxed me with every word.

They really didn't dare to move at will, the tree looks tall, but the note is quite weak, it's no problem for an eight-year-old child to climb up, but if they climb up alone, the tree will either be crushed It's too late, or the young master will be shaken down if he is not careful.

At this moment, I saw Ye Hongfang, the master of the Ye family, walking towards this side with a frail and elegant woman and a tall, thin boy.

Ye Hongfang frowned slightly, obviously displeased, and asked, "Why are you so noisy?"

Before he could finish his sentence, following the eyes of the servants, he saw his beloved son hanging on the tree.

Ye Hongfang panicked immediately, and blurted out, "Xiaozhou!"

The servants immediately chirped and persuaded: "Master, don't call him like that. If you startle the young master, I'm afraid... I'm afraid I'm going to fall off."

Ye Hongfang was eager to love his son, and when he heard these slaves say this, he burst into anger immediately: "What are you doing with so many people? With so many eyes, you can't even look at a child!"

As he said that, he wanted to go forward by himself, planning to climb the tree to save his son himself.

In the end, he was stopped by these house slaves who were in the way, and the leader persuaded with a bitter face: "Master, you can't do it."

After the house slave finished speaking, he looked at Ye Hongfang's big round belly meaningfully, and only suspected that if Master Ye climbed a tree, he would break the tree, so he didn't say anything, I'm afraid he would have to kill himself get on it.

At this moment, Ye Xiaozhou's two chubby hands were about to lose strength, and he swayed on the tree, and then everyone under the tree felt aroused, but in the end he still cried and grabbed another small twig.

Everyone under the tree finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Ye Xiaozhou on the tree shouted sobbingly: "Father, I'm afraid."

In Ye Hongfang's life, the most important thing in his heart other than himself is his son, and his heart trembled when he called him "Dad", and he was so distressed that he wished that he could bear it for his son and hang him on the tall tree for him.

At the same time, that Yalijia woman suddenly raised her hand and pushed the tall and thin little boy behind her out. Her voice was just like her, as if someone had plucked a melodious golden harp.

The woman said modestly: "Let Ah Min try it. He is still young and born in the countryside. Although he doesn't have much experience, he has climbed a lot of trees."

Ye Hongfang glanced at the house slaves around him who were full of food, and couldn't help but sighed, so he had to retreat and said: "Alright, let Ah Min try it."

Although the boy who was pushed out was wearing a gray cloth bunt, he was also well-groomed. His brows and eyes looked like his mother, but he was not as soft and beautiful as hers, but rather rigid. Look carefully, There is also a hint of imperceptible aggression.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he climbed up the tree easily. He first looked at the chubby hand on the branch like a lotus root, and then raised his eyes to Ye Xiaozhou's pair of grape-like, black and purple hands. Lingling eyes.

Ah Min felt slightly relieved, he was not as tense as when he came here, he softened his tone a little, hooked Ye Xiaozhou's waist with one hand, and said in a low voice, "Hold me tight."