[Comprehensive] Parents are not easy to do

Outside the side room of Tenryuji Temple

Duan Yu had been thinking back and forth outside the wing room for a long time, but he never had the courage to step into the courtyard. To him, the people inside were not the uncle who would accompany Duan Yu to watch cuju and eat snacks, nor the one who would dislike Duan Yu's soft writing and lack of strength. Uncle, not to mention the uncle who would accompany him when he was lonely and bored. To him, the name Duan Yanqing represented strangeness and even terror. When his parents had just passed away, even if he promised his mother not to kill him, It is definitely not so easy to forgive him. Even if he finally became a monk to atone for his sins, he did not go to see him for the last time before he died. Without him, these many tragedies would not have happened. Without his help, Murong Fu would not have He wouldn't kill his father and sister Wan's mother so easily. If he hadn't appeared, he wouldn't know that his life experience was actually a tool for his mother to take revenge on his father, and he wouldn't know that his biological father was a vicious man. Great villain.

But now, he is standing here, standing in a different past. There is no Duan Yanqing who killed countless people and was full of crimes. There is only Duan Yanqing, the former crown prince who is recuperating in Tianlong Temple. There is no one here who forced his father to hate the Dali royal family. There is only one Duan Yanqing who will never set foot in the imperial city, there is no Duan Yanqing who will hurt him, there is only one Duan Yanqing who will take him to see Cuju, and practice calligraphy and painting with him.

Everything is different, but he is so terrified, does everything in front of him really exist?Isn't it whimsical?

The door in front of him suddenly opened, startling Duan Yu.

"The young master is here, that's great. The master is worried. It seems that the young master has recovered from his illness." The servant at the door warmly welcomed him in, and it was obvious how much he loved coming here.

"Yu'er, are you feeling better? Ah Si, go and get the lotus seed cake from the kitchen. Yu'er's body is just right and you don't want to eat something too greasy, so let's eat some lotus seed cake for sweet mouth." Duan Yanqing leaned against the door and stared Looking at him gently, Duan Yu was stunned, would such a look appear on a big villain?Oh, he's not that guy, he's not.

Duan Yu walked into the room in a trance and looked around. This is a very ordinary wing room. It is not very big inside, but it has everything you need. The bedroom is on the left and the study is on the right. The hall in the middle can receive guests. Duan Yu Went to the study and sat down, there were still some of his old writing on the desk, there was a stack of neatly collected papers on the bookcase next to it, and the immature font on it, at first glance, it was the writing and paintings he had written when he was a child, but These carefully collected things made Duan Yu even more at a loss. He clearly knew that he was not alone, he knew how good he was to Xiao Duan Yu, he knew that he had no problems, but he just couldn't pretend that there was nothing wrong with him. Just as it happened, he had no way to return that little Duan Yu who would act coquettishly, cutely and playfully to Duan Yanqing.

"What's the matter, are you still not feeling well? Go and lie down inside, I'll let Master help you take a look, if you're not feeling well, don't come here, if coming here makes your condition worse, I'll be angry, be good, go Lie down." Duan Yanqing walked over and touched Duan Yu's head, and found that his body stiffened the moment he touched it, which was really abnormal, he was afraid that Duan Yu would endure the discomfort and let Ah Si Please come master.

Duan Yu lay on Duan Yanqing's bed obediently, without blinking his eyes, which frightened Duan Yanqing. The master came over to examine his pulse carefully, and frowned. He looked at Duan Yu, shook his head, smiled, and walked out of the room.

Duan Yanqing followed up and asked anxiously, but the master said: "It's nothing, it's nothing, maybe Yu'er is just a little lazy, just don't let him write for a while."

Duan Yanqing was stunned for a moment when he heard it, and soon realized that this child was pretending to be sick, and he didn't want him to write at first. Arriving in front of Duan Yu's bed, he tapped on the edge of the bed with an iron crutch.

"Stinky boy, don't pretend, get up quickly, I was thinking that you are in good health today, so I will spare you and not let you practice calligraphy. Now that you are so energetic, come on, get up and go over there, and write the last time Write the poem again."

Duan Yu was stunned for a moment, then quickly got out of bed, walked to the desk, picked up a brush, splashed ink, and proudly handed it to Duan Yanqing, amazing!My son's handwriting is absolutely gorgeous and unparalleled.

Duan Yanqing took the paper, picked up a book from the bookcase, and hit Duan Yu on the head.

"Boy, who taught you cursive script? Is it time for you to rewrite cursive script now? You can't even write regular script well, so you write cursive script for me, and tell me how a person walks?"

"Walk with your feet." Duan Yu said dissatisfiedly while rubbing his head, what a guy who doesn't appreciate it.

"Wrong!" Duan Yanqing hit him again, "People come out step by step, step by step, just like your handwriting, you can learn cursive script only after you have practiced regular script, otherwise, two fonts Mixed together, nondescript, what do you think? You go and write this poem neatly three times for me in italics, do you hear me?"

Duan Yu nodded, took out the blank paper, sat upright on the chair and began to write, while Duan Yanqing quietly took out the poem in cursive script written by Duan Yu, nodded while smiling, this kid, writing in cursive script is quite good Talented.

Duan Yu obediently lowered his head and wrote, his eyes were wet. He had never been hit by a book before, but he had seen it before. It was a father and son. The father took the test and the son recited Tang poems, but the son recited the first line. He forgot the first sentence after reciting the second sentence without reading the second sentence. His father took it out and knocked him on the head angrily. Later, the son finally recited all of them. The father rubbed his son's head happily. Going home happily, how much he once wished his father would treat him like this, checking his homework every day, hitting his head with a book when he didn't memorize well, and rubbing his hair when he did his homework well. , The father and son went home happily.

Back home, it is always quiet, no father, no mother, only quiet girls and servants like puppets, that's why he can't stay at home. From time to time, he goes to the palace to find the royal uncle and aunt, because They have no children, and with them, he can act coquettishly as much as he wants. As a child, after a long time, everyone thinks that the prince of Zhennan is a child who can't grow up. Later, even if he becomes the emperor, then The impression of being weak and incompetent has not changed. Under Gao Xiangguo's rule, he, the emperor, did not do much better than a puppet.

"Yu'er, write carefully!"

Duan Yu glanced at the words on the paper, stuck out his tongue, let's write seriously first.

The author has something to say:

Some people say that I don’t write like people who travel through the past. In fact, I just want to write about ordinary people. They have no personal space, no cheats, no plot hints, and don’t know the indigenous people around them. They just live in a different place. People, but they changed the plot and their own characters. This kind of time travel is actually not bad!