Fuck you

Junyan stretched out her arms to hug Mingyuegui like a three-year-old child, Mingyuegui struggled uncomfortably, but still couldn't resist the temptation of his mother's embrace, originally refrained from crying, but finally cried out spinelessly It was dark.

Junyan hugged him all the time, patting his back every now and then.

Mingyue Gui didn't know how long she had been crying, she just felt that she had shed all the tears for a lifetime, her throat was so hoarse and sore, her eyes were so swollen that she could hardly open her eyes, so she withdrew from Junyan's embrace.

He caressed the position of Junyan's shoulder, trying to smooth out the folds he had made. It was wet and the entire left shoulder was poisoned by his tears.

Junyan didn't care, smiled at him, and took a small box from the table.It was only now that Mingyuegui saw that she had brought something here.

His heart trembled suddenly, and he collapsed softly to the side.

Did mother not forget his birthday?

"Mingyue, today is your birthday, and I haven't given you anything in the past. Let me give it to you this year."

Junyan opened the box, took out the birthday gift she wanted to give, took Mingyuegui's cold hand, and put it in.

Mingyue Gui blinked, it was a small jade flute, only as long as a thumb, each hole was carved with thin patterns, and the tail was harvested in the shape of a bird's tail feather, unique and delicate, the jade quality is transparent, Picking it up and looking at it, you can still see the meticulously carved patterns on it, and looking around, it looks like a soaring eagle.

Ming Yuegui hesitated for a moment: "This, this is too precious, my son deserves it."

Junyan resisted the hand he handed over, supported his palm holding the flute, pressed down his five fingers one by one, and squeezed into a small fist: "Mother has nothing good, and only this."

She bit her lower lip and said as if she had made up her mind: "Your father left it for you, take it with you."

The jade flute was icy cold, as if it couldn't be warmed up.Mingyuegui's palm was also cold, but he felt that he couldn't hold it enough, and just the word "father" could make him surrender.

The father who had never met, turned out to care about him too.

This flute must be a great treasure, right?

It turned out that his father still remembered him, he was not a child nobody wanted.

I was so moved in my heart, but I wanted to say a few words: "He never looked at us, who wants his things."

That's what he said, but Ming Yuegui didn't let go of his clenched fist.

Junyan could see how much he cared, so she smiled: "Take it, mother will wear it around your neck, if one day the ghost clan and the sky clan can reconcile, you may be able to see your father."

A long time ago, Yu Ji's father, Mingyuegui's grandfather accidentally killed Lord Beihai by accident. Beihai Lord was one of Tianjun's younger brothers. This relationship lasted for almost 1000 years until Yuji succeeded Ghost Emperor After that, instead of calming down, it intensified.

Mingyuegui was silent for a while, and finally asked a question he had always wanted to ask but dared not ask: "Mother, back then...was it really father who kidnapped you to the ghost world?"

Junyan's hand holding the wooden box lid froze, then nodded slowly and hesitantly.

Mingyuegui didn't see it when she looked away, Junyan stopped nodding and shook her head twice.

After Junyan left, Mingyuegui took out the painting that he had secretly stuffed in from the painting tube next to the desk, and spread it carefully on the table.

The traces of tears on the painting have dried long ago, leaving crumpled marks.He stared at it for a long while, feeling that something was missing.

After thinking about it, he took out two brushes, one thick and one thin, from the pen holder, and adjusted the paints, and in the deep pool described by Junyan, he outlined a happy young boy in the water.

It is himself.

The painting skills are poor, but he doesn't care at all.After finishing the painting carefully, after blowing on it, I heard the sound of footsteps approaching outside.

Mingyue Gui hurriedly folded up the paintings and put them away, Ming Ronglan held up her hand wrapped in a rice dumpling to see him, and people followed behind, carrying plates of hot and delicious food.

Before Mingyuegui could stop her words, a group of people had already rushed in, busy setting up a table.

Ming Ronglan's right hand was injured and she couldn't eat, so she had to ask the servants to feed her.

The picture was too eye-catching, and Mingyuegui couldn't bear to watch it any longer. This gave him the illusion that his elder brother was a luxurious, lustful, and dandy.

Ming Ronglan didn't realize much, he stretched his neck forward, and unequivocally called for the spoon, and when he spit it out again, the spoon was so shiny, chew it twice, and at the end he ordered a few words: "I want this, don't That, that's right, just this piece of fish, give me two more. The soup side should be closer."

Mingyuegui rolled her eyes: "Brother, don't pretend to be an uncle in my room. If you have nothing to do, get out and go to your own room to show your prestige."

"Hmm." Ming Ronglan held the spoon in her mouth, and the face of the little maid who was feeding at the side blushed.He grinned grinningly, "I'm relieved when you say that, as long as you're fine, I'll give you a decent birthday next year."

He squinted at Mingyuegui, and before Mingyuegui said the word "scroll", he hurriedly said: "Well, I have something to do, don't worry, don't worry, wait until I finish this soup."

Ming Yuegui lowered her head silently, not to watch the sad scene of feeding the young master.

After eating and drinking, Ming Ronglan leaned her head closer and said mysteriously: "Do you know why Xinghe and the others are here?"

Ming Yuegui didn't raise her eyes, proving that he wasn't interested.

He didn't mind if he didn't get any response because of the profanity, and he answered the words on his own: "In half a year, it will be the day when the four gods will go to Ziwei Palace to study, and that will be taught by Lingbao Tianzun in person. It’s better than ten years of tossing about on my own. Xinghe is here to deliver invitations.”

Mingyue Gui took a sip of soup leisurely: "Only the direct descendants of the Four God Clans can go, so it's none of my business."

Ming Ronglan smiled, and said proudly: "You don't know that! Our Bai Ze lineage has always been sparsely populated. My father is only my son, and my younger brother is still in my mother's womb. I can't be left alone. Go, Dad has spoken, we will go together this year."

I have seen someone who is proud, but I have never seen someone who is so proud and arrogant when he says that his family is sparse.

Mingyue Gui finally raised her head and glanced at him: "Your mother agrees?"

Ming Ronglan proudly said: "Of course I disagree, I was so angry that I didn't eat dinner, saying it's against the rules."

After finishing speaking, he covered his mouth: "Oh, it's okay, she just talked about it, if there is really no room for negotiation, she would have locked you up."

Ming Yuegui snorted heavily.

I knew that woman didn't want to see him well, and never called him when there were good things.

Always say what is good for him.

Ah!Ah!

But even after making some snacks, I was really moved?

Mingyuegui secretly decided that since his aunt wouldn't let him go, then his uncle who was crying and hanged himself would have to let him go, as long as he can beat his aunt and let her be deflated, then he can eat shit willingly Come on!

Ming Ronglan didn't realize at all that within the time she said a word, Ming Yue Gui had already clearly pinched with his mother in her heart.

Ming Ronglan continued her topic: "When I went to Shaoshang, they were there too. Hey, he and I have a good relationship. Please save face and don't quarrel with him. As for that Xinghe, don't provoke him. It is said that he has a bad temper. good."

"What is Xinghe?" Mingyue Gui gritted his teeth, ready to use Ming Ronglan's persuasion as a strategy, to beat anyone who refused to accept him, and to tease anyone who had a bad temper.

Ziwei Palace?

Lingbao Tianzun?

Your Royal Highness?

God of the Galaxy?

Puppy less business?

Just wait, it doesn't matter what kind of god you are, as long as the people of your heavenly clan dare to provoke you, I will definitely scratch your paws for you. #####The first paragraph of memory killing is over la la la la!Do you still like it?Normal timeline will resume tomorrow!