Master of Pretenders

? The bullet pierced Ming Jing's chest and she fell down.

"Miss"

Minglou, Mingcheng and Mingtai shot and killed Fujita Fangzheng and then rushed towards the elder sister.Ming Jing lay in her younger brother's arms, but that generous chest could not warm her body, and she felt more and more cold.Looking at the three younger brothers in front of her, she suddenly felt that she had no regrets, she could face Jiuquanxia's parents and Mingtai's mother calmly.The brothers are all grown up.Even now, the three of them looked at a loss and burst into tears.She looked at them and said with the last of her strength, "Don't cry"

Twenty years ago, she told Minglou the same way.

The kind faces of the parents could no longer appear in front of them, and turned into two cold tablets in the ancestral hall.The relatives and friends who came to help gradually dispersed, and the smoke in the cold small ancestral hall gradually faded.Ming Jing and Ming Lou knelt in front of the tablet and cried for an unknown amount of time.Ming Jing suddenly felt that the surroundings were quiet, and the feeling of loneliness was like cigarettes floating towards her before the coffin. She stood up, wiped away the tears on her face, sat on the chair in the ancestral hall, and looked at her brother. "Minglou, stop crying." Minglou looked at his sister, lowered his head, and began to sob softly again. "Don't cry, did you hear me!" Ming Lou was startled, and stopped crying.

He didn't understand why his sister was acting like this all of a sudden.He called out "sister" aggrievedly.Ming Jing handed over the handkerchief, and he held it in his hand, still crying, "Sister, Mom and Dad are gone, we have no home anymore." Ming Jing stood up in a huff, "Wipe your tears, don't cry anymore! My sister is still here, you You’re still there, your home is still there! Who said you don’t have a home anymore?” Minglou was shocked by his sister, and began to wipe away the tears on his face with a handkerchief.Mingjing once again knelt in front of the tablet with Minglou, and solemnly said to the tablet, "Father, mother, please rest assured, Mingjing will definitely take on the heavy responsibility of the Ming family, raise his younger brother, and make him a useful person. Live up to the kindness of your parents in giving birth!" After saying that, he kowtowed three times.After getting up, he pulled up Ming Lou who was kneeling on the ground at a loss.

Ming Jing took his younger brother's hand and looked into his sad eyes. "Minglou, my parents are gone, you and I are the Ming family, and our words and deeds are the family tradition and upbringing of the Ming family. Parents are watching us." Minglou nodded and lowered his eyes again.Mingjing didn't let him go, "Minglou, did you answer my father in the same way when he talked to you? Respond!" Minglou was stunned for a moment, then immediately stood up, looked into Mingjing's eyes, and said, "Yes, sister, Minglou Got it." Ming Jing sighed in his heart, and said, "Go and rest. Start tomorrow, go back to school." "Yes, sister. You should go to bed earlier. I'm going back to my room." After finishing speaking, he turned and left the ancestral hall.

It took Minglou a long time to adapt to the new life without parents and only her sister, and it also took a long time to adapt to the changes of her sister.

He is the eldest son of the second family, and he has been trained by the court since he was young.At the age of five, my father invited a teacher from his hometown of Suzhou to teach him to study and practice calligraphy.He didn't start reading from the "Three Character Classic" and "Disciple Regulations" like other Mongolian children, but started reading "The Analects" directly.For Yu Minglou, those enlightening reading materials are just a game when he was joking with his sister. He has already mastered them like children's songs.In fact, the husband was also surprised by the child's extraordinary talent, but he is an old scholar after all, so the teaching is naturally old-fashioned, unsmiling and dignified.If there is a mistake in reading and writing, they will also be punished by kneeling and standing on the ruler.Fortunately, Minglou is a hardworking and studious student, and the teacher's board doesn't often fall on him.

In Minglou's eyes, his father was as serious as his husband.Although, his father never lifted a finger from him.But his tone and expression made Minglou feel irresistible, he was cautious and never dared to make mistakes.So much so that the mother often blamed the father, worrying that the father frightened the son.And the most reliable safe haven at home is undoubtedly the embrace of my sister.He can share the joy of games and worries about homework with his sister.Whether it is taking a ruler from her husband or listening to a lesson from her father, my sister is always the goddess who saves herself, and his goddess will always shine like a Bodhisattva.

Later, my sister took him by the hand, sent him to school, listened to him tell interesting stories about his classmates in school, and even helped him out with ideas to tease his bullying classmates.During the holidays, my sister would sit on the sofa in his study with a copy of "New Youth", reading magazine articles and watching him do his homework.When he grows up, he often thinks of such a scene, wishing that time would stop in that hot summer vacation.

However, time never stops. With the separation of the family, my sister has also changed, becoming almost as serious as my father, and hardly allowing him to have the slightest slack and mistakes, but now he has no harbor to hide from. ?