Chapter 93 Sister

The sky seemed to be covered by thick lead clouds, and the whole world fell into a depressing gray. The wild and fierce wind was like the roar of an angry beast, quickly rolling up the dust and fallen leaves on the ground. Small and light objects floated in the air, and they were also included in the storm.

The trees swayed in the wind, and the branches and leaves collided and rustled. The dense rain poured down, and the sky seemed to have a big crack, and endless rain poured out.

The big raindrops hit the window, like countless pebbles hitting rapidly, some flowed down the glass window, splashing layers of water, and finally gathered into a stream...

Across the wall, there was a violent storm outside, and the fireplace in the room was burning with orange-yellow flames. The girl sat in an armchair, and a home medical kit was placed on the bedside table.

She looked at the time, stood up, took off the wet towel on the boy's forehead, squeezed the water out and put it aside, then picked up another clean wet towel and gently placed it on Gu Bingchen's scalded forehead.

After taking the antipyretic, the boy's condition did not improve. Shishi had no choice but to use physical cooling. The time on her phone showed that it was late at night. This was the fifth wet towel she had changed.

The housekeeper and the servant were all sent back to sleep. Shishi sighed and turned the pages of the book gently under the warm yellow bedside lamp. She pushed the silver-framed glasses on her delicate nose and kept an eye on the boy on the bed from time to time.

"Mom...Mom..." The boy's cheeks were red and his breath was weak. He seemed to be in a nightmare.

The sound of the mumbling in the dream was very small, but the room was too quiet, Shishi caught it immediately. She put down the thick book, leaned over, lifted Gu Bingchen's hair, and said softly: "Did you have a nightmare? Don't be afraid, sister is here with you."

Gu Bingchen shook her head, and crystal tears flowed from the corners of her red eyes.

"The dark sky is low, and the bright stars follow..."

The pleasant humming was like a warm breeze, gradually smoothing the boy's high brow.

"Go to sleep, tomorrow will be a good day."

......

"She is a good person, I have always known that."

Gu Bingchen took out a family photo from the space, and his slender fingers swept across each face on it one by one, and his fingertips finally stopped at the front: "This is the only photo she left, it looks good, right?"

Jiang Yunqi looked down along his fingertips. There was a layer of plastic cover on the photo. Perhaps it was after the baptism of time, the plastic cover was slightly lifted, and the exposed photo was faintly yellow. The face on it was very blurry, just like Gu Bingchen's memory, it was no longer clear.

The girl's lips were slightly raised, her long black hair was tied up with a wooden hairpin, her face was pretty, her temperament was gentle, she looked straight at the camera, her eyebrows were frowned, and her eyes were frowning.

"She is a very gentle girl."

Gu Bingchen wiped the photo with a clean wet towel. When his eyes touched the man sitting in the center, his face was ugly and his eyes were cold.

"He is that bastard."

If it weren't for his sister standing next to the man, he really wanted to cut off all these annoying people with scissors.

Jiang Yunqi held his hand, and his warm body temperature gave him some comfort.

"Since that night, she and I have become closer. The two of us get along like real siblings."

Gu Bingchen seemed to have nostalgia in his eyes.

"Song Shinan, that idiot, used to hate the Gu family estate, but at that time he was willing to come here every day to eat, under the pretext of spending more time with my sister."

"We even had a fight over who was my sister's favorite brother."

He smiled. This memory was one of the few joys and warmth he had in the past twenty years.

Jiang Yunqi did not speak, but just listened quietly to Gu Bingchen's story.

"I thought that we would grow up quarreling like this until...until the Mid-Autumn Festival of that year."

Before he finished speaking, Gu Bingchen clenched his hands, his eyes turned cold, and his voice became hoarse: "Ajie's birthday is on the Mid-Autumn Festival. That year, she just turned twenty years old."

"The Gu family is deep, and the last thing they lack is conspiracy and intrigue. I thought that she would be able to leave this quagmire-like wasteland soon, but I didn't expect that she would fall into an even darker abyss."

...

On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the moonlight was like a silk thread, illuminating the quaint courtyard. In the garden, the shadows of the osmanthus trees were swaying, and occasionally petals fell in the wind.

In the banquet hall, the flickering candlelight complemented the bright moon in the sky. In the middle of the long mahogany carved table, there were plates of exquisite delicacies and aged wines, the aroma was fragrant and tempting.

The guests were dressed in gorgeous clothes, some whispered, some raised their glasses and drank together, laughing and having a good time.

The rich are like the deep sea, and reunion festivals like this have always been used to entertain guests and maintain interpersonal relationships among the rich.

Gu Bingchen was wearing a white suit. He was hiding in the lounge on the second floor. He really didn't want to show up at the banquet in the hall downstairs. He had originally planned to go out today to buy gifts for his sister's birthday, but the sudden banquet disrupted everything.

The lounge was separated by a one-way glass, so he could see every guest below, but the guests didn't know that a young man upstairs was secretly observing them.

There was a knock on the door of the lounge, and Gu Bingchen said without turning his head, "Come in."

"You are disloyal! You didn't tell me about such a good place."

Hearing this nonchalant and provocative tone, you don't need to look to know that the person coming is Song Shinan, that idiot.

As a top wealthy family, the Song family is naturally on the list of guests.

Gu Bingchen thought that today was his elder sister's birthday, and he didn't want to quarrel with Song Shinan, so his tone was much better than usual: "Why did you come to my place instead of your parents?"

Song Shinan was very coquettish when he was young, wearing a light pink suit with an open collar, and a faint smell of wine lingering on his body. Gu Bingchen was surprised: "Have you been drinking? Aren't you afraid of your parents' mixed doubles?"

"Tsk, I'm grown up, why can't I drink?" Song Shinan sat paralyzed on the soft sofa, whistled at Gu Bingchen, and said in a very unserious manner, "Still pretending? Don't you know why I came to you?"

Gu Bingchen pursed his lips. To be honest, if his elder sister hadn't asked them to get along well, he would have wanted to punch him just for his playful face. He said unhappily: "The cake has been prepared a long time ago. After the banquet, we will go to find my elder sister."

"Speaking of which, I haven't seen my sister all night. Did you see her?" Song Shinan stood up, and the two of them lay on the back of the sofa, looking at the guests walking back and forth downstairs.

"I didn't see it." Gu Bingchen shook his head, sat back on the sofa, and poured a glass of warm water. "My sister just told me to be good and not to conflict with those people."

"Why? Who can bully you, the eldest son of the Gu family?" Song Shinan joked.

Gu Bingchen sneered and asked back, "The Gu family has added a few more young masters and young ladies recently, how could you not know?"

Song Shinan raised his eyebrows, "I know, so I came to see if you are still alive."

"Fuck you." Gu Bingchen rolled his eyes, took a sip of warm water, and glanced at the banquet hall, "Did you see those two twins?"

Song Shinan immediately found two well-behaved children who looked very similar in the crowd.

"My third sister and fourth brother in name." Gu Bingchen's eyes sank slightly, and his gaze fell on another place.

"What are you looking at?" Song Shinan followed his gaze and saw a humble and polite young man who was holding a wine glass and chatting and laughing with the guests. He noticed this man as soon as he came in and couldn't help but ask, "Are they relatives of your family?"

Gu Bingchen rubbed the glass in his hand with his fingertips and shook his head: "Don't call me Young Master Gu in the future."

"Why?"

"That man is four years older than me and the same age as my sister. He was a child who was left behind some time ago and was just brought back a while ago."

"So you condescend to be the Second Young Master?" Song Shinan poured himself a glass of warm water to moisten his throat.

Gu Bingchen sneered: "Who cares if I am the nth young master of the Gu family? I can't wait to leave here, the farther the better."

Song Shinan knew some of the inside story, but he would always speak without restraint at this time: "Where are you going? Go abroad to find your mother?"

"You ask too many questions." Gu Bingchen's body froze, and a layer of coldness appeared in his eyes.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry, I shouldn't ask you about private matters." Seeing the meaning emanating from Gu Bingchen, Song Shinan raised his hands above his head in a gesture of surrender.

Gu Bingchen murmured, "That bastard only knows how to sow seeds outside. In the future, the Gu family... humph, will be lively."

Song Shinan did not refute this, and even wanted to give him a thumbs up. His family had relatively few descendants, but they still encountered distant relatives fighting for power, not to mention a big family like the Gu family.

"Let's not talk about these rotten things." Song Shinan's eyes rolled around, "It's boring to stay here, take me to your room~"

Gu Bingchen frowned, "Are you crazy? Why are you going to my room?"

"Don't you have the latest game? I want to play it, please~" Song Shinan pinched his throat, delicate and artificial, which was really disgusting.

Gu Bingchen thought that his sister's room was upstairs from his room, so after thinking for a while, he reluctantly agreed to take Song Shinan, the idiot, upstairs.

When the door opened, the first thing Song Shinan saw was not the decoration of the room, but the photo frame standing at the entrance.

There was a photo in the photo frame.

The woman in the photo was wearing a bachelor's gown and holding a bouquet of flowers in her hand. She was tall and had black hair. Her long black hair was draped over her shoulders, as smooth and soft as a black waterfall. Her skin was whiter than snow and her face was beautiful. When facing the camera, she smiled happily, especially her eyes, which were as clear and bright as autumn water.

"Is this my sister?" Song Shinan rubbed his chin and asked in confusion, "My sister hasn't graduated from college yet."

Hearing this, Gu Bingchen suddenly covered the photo frame and his expression suddenly turned cold.

"This... this is not my elder sister..." Song Shinan noticed something was wrong from this inexplicable change of attitude, and rubbed his face awkwardly, "The eyes are too similar, I thought it was... my elder sister..."

Who knew that after saying this, Gu Bingchen's expression became even uglier. He held the photo frame, frowned, and carefully observed the eyebrows and eyes of the woman in the photo. The more he looked, the more shocked he felt.

"You... what's wrong with you?"

Song Shinan looked at Gu Bingchen's face in shock, from cyan to pale. He suddenly felt anxious and uneasy in his heart, and hurriedly asked: "Speak? What's wrong?!"

Gu Bingchen's lips were bitten by himself, and the air was filled with a slight smell of blood. He looked up at the ceiling with a disgusted and unbelievable expression on his face.

"This photo is of my mother."

"I was wondering, why...why did I feel that my sister looked familiar the moment I saw her..."

"So that's it...so that's it..."

The boy bit his lips tightly, speaking each word with bloodshot eyes, like a demon crawling out of hell.