Fuck you

As Emperor Bai Ze, Ming Gu has too many things to deal with, and he can't take care of them to some extent. He feels sorry for his sister's rough life, and has always raised his nephew as his own son. The bright moon looks crooked, so let Jiang Yi take care of it.In the eyes of outsiders, Mingyuegui is his own son, but his own son is like a sheep herding.

Young people's hearts are the hottest, and they can't bear to be bullied. Even if they know that the other party is doing it for their own good, they will hiss and cry while hitting the board: "Do you think you can control me like this!! Woohoo!"

Jiang Yi sneered coldly: "Junyan doesn't care about you, I will take care of it for her, if you can control it, you can try it! Save yourself from spoiling Ronglan without rules, and sooner or later you will harm my Bai Ze clan! "

Ming Ronglan often knelt aside and cried, wanting to help her cousin but afraid of her mother, there was nothing she could do.

After a meal, Mingyuegui's whole body will be useless. He can lie on the bed for half a month. The time he recovers from his injuries is often the quietest day for Bai Ze. The troublemaker lacks a leader. "It can be defeated.

He lay in the bedroom all day long, and Junyan didn't even look at him. Only Ming Ronglan held a medicine bottle every day and ran over to give him the medicine in distress. I also know that she has that temper, why can't I go along with her when I have to talk back every time?"

Naturally it cannot.

Mingyue Gui didn't say a word, she was honest for a day or two after each beating, and then she played whatever she wanted to play, and continued to be beaten when she got into trouble, and then she silently thought: "She didn't come to see me again."

After a long time, he wondered if he had a tendency to be abused, and he felt uncomfortable if he didn't beat him.Even if you want to get Junyan's attention, you shouldn't use this kind of self-torture.

But apart from this attention-grabbing behavior, he has no other tricks.

Probably all children yearn for maternal love, and hope that they can get their mother's gentle care after they get into trouble.

Mingyuegui was no exception, even if his uncle plucked stars from the sky for him, it couldn't compare to the smiling eyes from his mother who ignored everything.

Just a glance can make him happy all day, and he feels that he is no longer so insignificant.

Sometimes he often wondered, if he didn't take the initiative to find her, would it be like she didn't have this son anymore, and she would simply disappear in the world, so that no one would feel her existence?

One year Mingyuegui’s birthday, no one in Baize seemed to remember it, everyone was doing their own thing, Minggu was not there, Jiang Yi was not bossing around in the yard as usual, and Mingronglan didn’t even have a shadow .

Mingyuegui does not have to celebrate his birthday, but on this special day, the loneliness of being cared about and loved by no one is particularly obvious. He is just a child under two hundred years old. Most of his strength is pretending, and most of his indifference is fake. of.

He wandered into the ancestral hall dejectedly, like countless days and nights, smelling the cold sandalwood, bypassing the empty hall, and went to the small quiet room to find the mother who was almost out of the world.

nobody.

Mingyuegui sat disappointed for a while, hesitated for a long time, and walked towards Junyan's bedroom.

He had never been to his mother's bedroom, and every time he came to see Junyan, she either chanted scriptures in the ancestral hall or meditated in the quiet room. The bedroom was like a son to her, dispensable and without any sense of existence.

He moved outside the door anxiously, raised his hand to knock on the door, but paused in the air again, almost wanted to run away for a moment, not knowing what he was expecting and what he was afraid of.

Finally, Mingyue Gui knocked on the door lightly, his unruly wildness was full of fear when he saw his reclusive mother, his voice was so small that even mosquitoes could not hear it clearly: "Mother, are you there?" ?”

No one responded.

He lingered at the door for a while, as if he had made up his mind, he gently pushed the door open a crack, and poked half of his head in.

The inside was empty, and there was no sign of Junyan.

The light in Mingyuegui's eyes dimmed instantly.

She should have thought that this was the case. His mother never cared about him. Even if he died, she would probably be the last to know.He is nothing more than Jun Yan's lifelong disgrace, a half-ghost who is only half-protos blood that the Baize clan can't say about, no one will like him, care about him, care about him!

Mingyue Gui's eye circles turned red instantly, he pushed open the door vigorously, as if he wanted to vent all the resentment and grievance suppressed in his heart here.

The furnishings in the room are simple, with a bed, a table and a chair, and the cleaning is spotless.He rushed to the desk, raised the inkstone and was about to smash it down, but when he glanced at the rice paper on the table from the corner of his eye, his raised arms froze instantly.

On the small desk, dozens of sheets of rice paper were spread out in a mess, some painted flowers and birds, some painted landscapes, and more painted people, some were sitting, standing, fighting, reading, Sleeping... various postures, and so on.

His gaze started from Junyan's self-portrait, and then fell on a piece of writing. Xuanbai Xuan only wrote a few lines of small script, and he saw the first line of eye-catching small characters at a glance.

"My heart is silent, and I only look forward to the return of the moon. My son takes half of my husband's surname, and the moon returns to express my thoughts. I will go to the 200-year appointment."

The rest he could no longer see clearly.

Tears almost came out of his eyes, blurring his vision. Ming Yuegui held his heart, feeling the cold heart in his chest beating violently. He repeated his name and his father's name over and over again in his heart, greedy and restrained His eyes slowly fell to another picture of a man on rice paper.

The facial features of the man in the painting are [-]% similar to that of Mingyue Gui, with handsome eyebrows and bright eyes, standing beside the river with a smile, full of arrogance, faintly domineering.

This is……

His hands began to tremble, he could barely hold the inkstone, he lowered his arm tremblingly, and threw the inkstone casually, staring straight at the same man in countless pictures with different shapes, unable to move away .

Is it that man... the emperor of the ghost world, his father... is it?

Didn't mother say that she hated him and wished she could kill him?

Even my aunt said that Yu Ji used dirty means to forcibly kidnap her mother, and she was imprisoned in the ghost world for more than 100 years, which aroused the anger of both people and gods.

But if you hate him, why do you write these words, draw so many portraits of him, and let yourself take the name of the Ming family, but secretly use the name "Yuegui"!

At this moment, all his resentment towards his mother dissipated inexplicably, and his hatred towards his father also faded away. He could see the deep affection in Junyan's words and strokes. Then Thick, thick almost made him breathless.

Ming Yuegui unconsciously wiped away the tears she shed over and over again, crying out of breath, like a dejected little quail.

In a hurry, he accidentally pressed his wet fingers on the top painting.

The background of that painting is a verdant mountain stream, a man playing the piano is sitting on a rock, and a woman is standing aside looking at the quiet pool water, a peaceful tranquility.

It was his parents.

At this time, there was a sudden sound of footsteps outside, Mingyue Gui was shocked, and her body froze instantly.

At this time, his mind was in a state of confusion, and he broke through the secret that could not be revealed in his mother's heart, and he instinctively wanted to avoid it.

He grabbed the painting that was wet by him, squeezed it into a ball hastily, and escaped through the window at the back of the house.