Jian Yuyan has been wandering around in the world of flowers for so many years, he has seen too many beauties and heard too many love words, but there are very few words like this that can instantly make his blood boil and he lose his composure.
Before he could prepare, Yan Yiming had already pulled him down. Their cheeks were so close that they could feel each other's breath.
Jian Yuyan's right hand was resting on Yan Yiming's left ear, leaving deep wrinkles on the soft flesh, and one could tell how powerful this hand was.
His eyes were fixed on the woman in front of him. She was the one he was most familiar with, but her eyes were full of cunning and temptation. The red mole at the end of her right eye added countless alluring colors to her entire face. Although they were two very similar faces, Jian Yuyan knew clearly that this was Yan Yiming and not Jian Yuer. However, even though he knew this, he was still moved, both physically and mentally.
Yan Yiming stretched out his hands and put his arms around Jian Yuxuan's neck, a very seductive smile appeared on the corner of his lips, his eyes moved slightly downwards and finally landed on Jian Yuxuan's lips, his right leg brushed past somewhere vaguely, Jian Yuxuan finally couldn't bear it anymore and restrained Yan Yiming who was teasing him to the limit and kissed him fiercely.
Yan Yiming tasted even better than he had imagined. Once he touched her, it was like the suppressed fire in his heart was completely ignited, and it burned instantly, mixed with a kind of trembling and excitement that only he understood. He held her body tightly with both hands with such strength that he wanted to crush her.
At this moment, Jian Yuyan really couldn't tell who he was kissing. His hands were trembling slightly and his eyes were already intoxicated with lust. Yan Yiming passively endured it for a while before he took the initiative. The teasing with his tongue made Jian Yuyan more aroused, but he suddenly came to his senses.
Jian Yuyan was immediately like being poured with a bucket of cold water. His whole face suddenly became ugly. He pinched Yan Yiming's chin with one hand and his voice was as cold as ice.
"Who taught you this?"
Yan Yiming thought that he had suddenly realized that the person he had been kissing for a long time was not Jian Yuer at all, so he suddenly stopped, but he didn't want to hear this sentence. He immediately looked at Jian Yuyan with some amusement.
"What does Mr. Jian think of people like us?"
Jian Yuyan's body stiffened and he suddenly fell off Yan Yiming.
The identity of an actor is actually no different from that of a woman in worldly affairs. In fact, they are even lower than women in this world. They look glamorous and beautiful on the surface, but they are extremely ugly behind the scenes.
Jian Yuyan had met so many beautiful women, but he never cared about this.
Until now.
Thinking about Bai Yueguang in his heart but dating actors, and even looking down on actors for not being as pure as Bai Yueguang, Jian Yuyan's eating habits were really too ugly. Even if his body was actually clean, Yan Yiming didn't want to tell Jian Yuyan.
He stood up and slowly tidied up his messy clothes. He glanced at Jian Yuyan, who looked livid. Yan Yiming was in a good mood and sighed softly, "I thought a romantic figure like you wouldn't care about the integrity of an ordinary actor."
Jian Yuyan's mind, which had been clouded by jealousy and dissatisfaction that came from nowhere, slowly regained its composure because of these four words.
He forced a laugh, "Ah Ming, I have never considered you and them the same thing."
"But there is actually no difference between us," Yan Yiming straightened his clothes and sat up from the couch. He walked to the table and poured a cup of cold tea for himself and Jian Yuyan and said slowly,
"When I was nine, my family fell into ruin. Eight of us, young and old, lived in this shabby house that was the size of a small cubicle. We wore tattered clothes and could only eat one meal a day, which was the coarsest japonica rice."
Jian Yuyan glanced at Yan Yiming after hearing this. Yan Yiming handed him the teacup and continued, regardless of what Jian Yuyan was thinking, "I still remember it clearly today. That night, mother suddenly bought some cakes and made white noodles that I hadn't eaten for a long time. It was the best thing I had eaten that year. I asked mother why we could eat these today, and mother said it was because we would have some money soon."
"I never thought that the bowl of noodles that I savored for so long was actually exchanged for by myself. The master of the opera troupe said that they exchanged me for a little money." Yan Yiming paused here, probably feeling a little ironic, and took a deep breath before reluctantly continuing, "I don't know the roads or the people there. The master who teaches opera either beats or scolds me every day. If anyone disobeys his orders, he won't give them food or water."
She noticed Jian Yuyan's momentary irritation when she said this, and smiled silently and continued, "I couldn't stand it and ran away once. I was caught and beaten half to death. Now that I'm grown up, the scars are still there. I dare not sleep alone at night. As soon as I close my eyes, I will think of my mother coaxing me into taking medicine and selling me away."
Yan Yiming turned around and looked at Jian Yuyan, his expression mocking but full of compassion, "Master, you think I am not clean, but I also dream of having a clean identity, without having to change myself into neither human nor ghost just to live one more day...Master Jian, no one is born dirty..."
No one is born dirty.
In this world, some people eat delicacies while others chew grass roots. People are born different, but no one is born dirty.
It was as if a tiny silver needle had pierced Jian Yuyan's heart, going deeper and deeper, bringing a slight but sharp pain, a tingling and sour feeling that was unbearable.
Jian Yuyan sighed deeply, stretched out his hand to pull Yan Yiming over and hugged him in his arms, "I didn't say you were dirty, I just..."
Just what?
Feeling distressed? envy? Or, "Why didn't I meet you earlier?"
Yan Yiming was slightly stunned and looked down at Jian Yuyan.
Jian Yuyan rested his chin on her shoulder, not noticing Yan Yiming's expression, and spoke in a voice gentler than ever, "If I had met you earlier, you would have been able to be with Yu..."
Jian Yuyan suddenly stopped, shook his hands and let go of Yan Yiming.
"Jade what?"
"Nothing." Jian Yuyan smiled reluctantly. He stood up and helped Yan Yiming sit down. After hesitating for a moment, he lowered his head and kissed the corner of her lips. "I have something else to do. I'll come to see you another day."
"Um."
Jade what? Of course it’s Yu’er. Jian Yuyan wanted to say that if she had met her earlier, she would have grown up carefree like Jian Yuer, but unfortunately the words could not be finished when they came to her lips. Did Jian Yuyan feel that it was an insult to Jian Yuer to compare an actor with the woman he loved most?
What I said today is half true and half false. It is true that she was sold when she was young, but it is false that she ran away and was beaten half to death. It is true that she is an actress and has a dirty identity, but it is also true that this little girl is smart, obedient, has a good voice, and has always been protected and never touched by anyone.
However, it’s good enough that Jian Yuyan believes it.
After Jian Yuyan left, the little girl serving Yan Yiming sighed with envy, "Master Jian is so good to the young lady."
"Okay?" Yan Yiming smiled. "I heard that Yu Mei also followed Master Jian before."
The little girl got excited when she talked about this, "She is far inferior to you, young lady. She just often orders her plays and rewards you with a few more taels of silver. She is really good to you." After hesitating for a while, she asked her, "Young lady, why don't you seize the opportunity and let Master Jian redeem you. If you can enter the prime minister's mansion and become his concubine, your life will be worth it."
"He doesn't dare to bring me into the Jian residence," Yan Yiming said, "Besides, what's the point of being a concubine? I want to find a good family to marry after I sing well."
The little girl was stunned. Marrying someone would be like becoming Master Jian's concubine. Besides, people like them could never marry into a good family.
His eyes fell on Yan Yiming's beautiful face. The girl was too young after all, and her mentality was like that of a child.
After that, Jian Yuyan didn't come to Plum Garden for several days. Yu Mei said happily that Master Jian must have finally gotten tired of this little bitch, and everyone in Plum Garden was waiting to see Yan Yiming's good show. However, the owner of the garden remained silent. No one knew that even if Jian Yuyan did not come, he had sent someone to tell the owner to take good care of Yan Yiming.
The reason why Jian Yuyan did not come to the Plum Garden was that since that day, he had become confused about some things.
When he returned that day, he happened to run into Jiang Yi sending Jian Yuer back home. Jian Yuyan suppressed his anger and did not lose it. When he returned home and talked about it with Jian Yuer, Jian Yuer said that he was too nosy and said that her father also said that Young Master Jiang was very good.
Jian Yuyan was stunned.
Previously, Jian Xiang had joined him in opposing Jian Yuer's close relationship with Nangong Xuan, but Jian Yuyan overlooked that Jian Xiang's starting point was actually different from his own.
Nangong Xuan is not a good man, but Jiang Yi is an excellent candidate.
Sure enough, when Jian Yuyan asked about it, Jian Xiang smiled and stroked his beard and said, "Yu'er is now at the age of marriage. Jiang Yi is young and talented and will definitely achieve great things in the future. He and Yu'er are a perfect match. Besides," Jian Xiang motioned the maids to leave and whispered,
"Jiang Yi is definitely not an ordinary person. If we can't get rid of him, he will be used by us. Your Highness, you must not let the love between a man and a woman ruin important things."
Jian Yuyan's heart suddenly sank when he heard Prime Minister Jian's tone, which indicated that he had known this for a long time.
As long as they fail to accomplish their great goal, he will not have any chance with Jian Yuer. Although the day of accomplishing their great goal is not far away, it will not be achieved in three to five years.
You can't have your cake and eat it too. Prime Minister Jian was reminding him that those who want to achieve great things must make choices.
That day, Jian Yuyan drank a lot of wine and entered Jian Yuer's yard while half drunk. He saw at a glance the beautiful calligraphy that Jiang Yi had written for Jian Yuer.
Jian Yuyan stared at the words coldly for a long time, and suddenly threw them into the faintly glowing fire. The flames instantly engulfed the black words on the white paper.
Jian Yuer rushed out of the room and screamed, "You're crazy!"
This was the first time she was truly angry with Jian Yuyan. After all, she was a lady from a scholarly family and couldn't even say the word "get out". She pointed in the direction of the door and was shaking with anger. She angrily told him to get out and said she didn't want to see him again recently.
Jian Yuyan was lying on the bench in the pavilion gazing at the starry sky. He recalled that when he was just old enough to remember things, Prime Minister Jian told him that he was not a child of the Jian family, but an orphan left behind by the seventh prince of the previous dynasty. He was not Prime Minister Jian's son but his nephew. He recalled being chosen to enter the palace and become Nangong Xuan's study companion, but someone told him that the child was the descendant of someone with whom he had a blood feud.
Those who treat him well in this world, either rely on him for something, or expect something from him, but no one's feelings are pure and simple.
He sneered as he walked past the high wall of the backyard of the prime minister's residence. Slightly tipsy, he heard the gatekeeper angrily cursing who was coming from and saying that the prime minister could come as he pleased.
The girl spoke timidly in a low voice, "Master Jian told our girl that when the golden plum blossoms in the garden bloom, we will come to the garden to enjoy the flowers."
Jian Yuyan suddenly remembered that many days ago, he casually cut the branches of flowers in Yan Yiming's garden. Yan Yiming sat beside him and whispered that he was really good to these flowers and plants.
"When have you ever been so nice to me?"
Jian Yuyan chuckled and asked her, "Am I not good to you?"
The little girl next to Yan Yiming happened to come in. She didn't understand what he said and deliberately leaned over to add, "What's the point of flowers blooming for a few days and then withering?"
Jian Yuyan was suddenly stunned. When he looked up at Yan Yiming, Yan Yiming was lying on the stone table calmly with his arms under his head, as if he had heard nothing.
She had known for a long time that his kindness to her was as short-lived as the bloom of a flower, but she pretended to know nothing.
It was the middle of the night and it was pitch dark. The busiest time in the Plum Garden had passed and the actors had taken off their makeup and fallen into a deep sleep. Jian Yuyan stepped into the plum garden and walked along the familiar path in the darkness. In the darkness, only Yan Yiming's residence had a faint halo of light.
No one knew why there was a small lamp at the door. Jian Yuyan looked at the dim candlelight, his eyes suddenly softened and he smiled softly.
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