Chapter 56
It's quite sad to say.
Since Xue Shun returned home, the person who took care of his food, clothing, housing and transportation the most was not his biological father, but his mother who had no blood relationship with him.
Although neither of them showed up very often, it was his mother who saw him the most. Xue Shun often wondered, if he didn't want to take care of him, then why did he bring him back?
He was just casually handed over to the care of a nominal mother. Doesn't he think it's ridiculous that he takes it for granted?
Eleven-year-old Xue Shun looked up at his father's tall back, watching his back without any reluctance, as if he was watching a mountain collapsing.
The mother just sat among a group of handsome men and casually replied, "I know."
Then, as if it was a matter of course, she instructed Nanny Zhang to find him a courtyard to live in.
At that time, Liao'eyuan could not be returned and was called Shengcaoyuan.
It was the name my mother changed.
She said, "This name is so boring, like a desolate place. Let's change it... Let's call it Liao'eyuan. Without a father, who can I rely on? Without a mother, who can I rely on? When I go out, I am always worried, but when I come in, no one comes to me. It's really pitiful. Maybe I can live a better life with a different name."
She looked at Xue Shun with a look of pity on her face.
At that time, Xue Shun did not know that the poem "Liao'e" was expressing the grief of not being able to support her parents forever, nor did he know why she gave the courtyard this name.
He only knew that Curcuma is also called Artemisia selengensis, and that Polygonum multiflorum is the tall Artemisia selengensis.
Hearing her talk about how she had no one to rely on, how pitiful she was, he instinctively gave her a flattering smile and said, "My son now has a father and a mother, and someone who loves and cares for him. He is not pitiful at all."
She raised her nose at Xue Shun, curled her lips, and turned her head to say, "Madam Zhang, take him there."
That was the first time he met his parents. He saw them again a few months later when his parents found Mr. Song for him.
He had no interest in studying and only wanted to talk to his father. He was also curious about why this mother, who was like a sister to him, had such a big son.
But they didn't seem to want to pay much attention to him.
Xue Shun racked his brains to express himself, so when Mr. Song asked him, he recited some poems that were very popular in brothels, such as "Spring comes to the world and flowers are in full bloom, willow waists are swaying, flower hearts are gently opened, and dew drops on peonies are blooming."
For example, "The wine is getting stronger and spring thoughts are stirring, and the mandarin ducks are rolling in the red waves in the quilt."
They didn't look very happy.
Xue Shun saw that his father and teacher were very old, so he tried to test them:
"A pair of mandarin ducks sleep together in a quilt, a pear tree overshadows a crabapple tree?"
The gentlemen were so happy to hear this that they didn't even smile. Xue Shun thought - should I take it off first?
But remembering the scars on his body and the relationship between him and his real father, he felt that this probably wouldn't be of any use.
He could only be led out by Aunt Zhang foolishly. When he came back, Mr. Song accepted him for his father's sake. Xue Shun didn't want his father to save face for him. He just wanted to talk to him, maybe have a vulgar and useless cry.
But in the end it didn't.
My father walked away while talking to Mr. Song.
His mother pushed him from behind and said, "Don't stand there, silly boy. Go back."
Xue Shun turned around and looked at her.
She was dressed very old-fashionedly today and there was no handsome man around her.
"Seventeen, I'm leaving."
He heard himself clasping his fists and bending over, saying this, just as Jin Yu had taught him.
"Well, it's really his seed. Go back."
His mother looked him over, responded seriously, turned around and walked towards the yard, looking up and shouting, "Wenyu, Liquan, come out quickly! I miss you so much!"
Xue Shun watched her kiss a young man who came up to meet her. The man was not very happy and said, "Madam, you only said you missed them, but you have already forgotten me."
"How could that be? Changlin, you are the one I love the most."
You love to take off his clothes, right?
The scene before him was like being back in a brothel. The dumbfounded Xue Shun was dragged away by Nanny Zhang.
At that time, he wanted to fit in so badly that he even asked Aunt Zhang, "Should I call them Little Daddy?"
"This..." Aunt Zhang was a little surprised. She took a dozen steps forward before saying, "This is really unnecessary. You don't have to pay attention to them. Maybe they will be replaced after a while."
She said it was true.
But these really had nothing to do with him. He seldom saw his father or his mother, and he certainly didn't know those men.
Occasionally, when he heard Aunt Zhang talking, he felt that his mother must be a little impatient with him.
But his mother would at least take care of him. Xue Shun couldn't accept it with peace of mind. He could only endure everything carefully and try not to cause trouble to others. Until now, he finally put forward his own request.
Nanny Zhang also agreed.
all is well.
The next day, Xue Shun couldn't wait to share his joy with Shen Jiao, saying, "Madam Zhang said my mother would help me find a good-tempered master to teach me martial arts."
Shen Jiao handed him a bowl of medicine and said, "That's great. I congratulate you, sir."
Shen Jiao took the spoon from the bowl, gently scooped the edge of the bowl and said, "Such a good thing deserves a full bowl, please, sir."
Xue Shun: ...
Xue Shun glanced at her sideways and said dissatisfiedly: "This is medicine, you talk like it's wine."
Shen Jiao: "Use tea instead of wine, use water instead of wine, use medicine instead of wine, it's all the same, drink it quickly, sir, in one breath."
So perfunctory.
Xue Shun complained inwardly, but he couldn't help but curl his lips a little. He drank the bowl of bitter medicine in one gulp and said, "Mr. Song's mother will also help me. I think I will be able to resume classes soon."
Shen Jiao: ...
"Oh no, it's too early to drink." She said with a bleak expression.
Xue Shun: ...
"Okay, don't be sad. If he punishes me to copy books, I can do it myself."
Shen Jiao waved her hands: "Oh, sir, what are you talking about? I am not such a disloyal person."
"Then you help me? The book Xue Lang stole needs to be re-copied."
"But then again...is your mouth bitter? I'll make you a bowl of honey water."
Shen Jiao's face was full of anxiety, and she was practically repeating with her face - let me go, let me go, let me go, let me go...
Xue Shun suppressed his smile and said, "Go ahead, but don't be too sweet."
"Yes." Shen Jiao happily walked away holding the bowl.
Xue Shun walked to the table, ground ink and copied.
For a moment, I felt that the years were peaceful.
Qiongzhi, Liangua and Yuge'er were taking care of the yard, chatting and laughing leisurely.
I was so happy that I even forgot today was the Ghost Festival.
Xue Shiyi, who had just returned from ancestor worship, said to his companions on horseback, "This is truly bizarre. Little Seventeen didn't even come on a day like this? Could he have died of illness and be waiting for a funeral?"
Xue Shun disagreed and said, "Eleven, don't talk nonsense, it's unlucky."
"Tsk, Sixth Brother, stop protecting him," Xue Shiyi said angrily. "I wanted to talk to him nicely, but look at what he did. You protected him so much, but he instigated you to deal with the master. He didn't even ask about your injuries and even sent people to make trouble. Mother is also unreasonable and keeps scolding you without even a good face. She pushed you to the end. What kind of thing is this? Cursing him is the least of your fault."
Xue Lang looked at the frame in front of him, a hurt expression on his face. "Okay, stop talking. I didn't do well enough. I couldn't open up to Seventeen. No wonder Mother blamed me."
Xue Shiyi couldn't stand seeing him like this: "It's clearly him who's ungrateful, how can I blame you!"
Xue Shiyi was so angry that he whipped his horse and took another route back...
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