The Chongfei Manual

Chapter 34

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Four-room plum garden.

Wei Wei and Wei Changhong came to visit this nominal brother.

To be honest, Wei Wei was unable to have a good impression on this child. Let me not say how he used to be evil and morally corrupted in his life, just "son of the Duke" was enough for him to hate him. But there was no way, Wei Kun let them come, they just had to come and see.

Wei Changmi was young and his body was weak. He was temporarily arranged by Qin to stay in a room with himself.

After passing through the doorway, I saw a rosewood swing in the middle of the main house. Qin sat to the side and gave Wei Changmi a squat. He stood behind the two nurses wearing purple pipes. Wei Wei stepped forward and raised her toes and looked at the cradle, She saw a crumpled little monkey lying inside, her face red and red, and her eyes were all crimson, and the features of his face were not open long, thin and not good at all.

Qin smiled and greeted the two men. He took Changhong and let him see the boy. He asked, "How? Does that little guy look good?"

The two little men said in unison: "That's ugly."

Qin could not help but smile and hit the heads of the two men and patiently explained: "The brother is still young, a newborn child like this, he said, and he'll slowly see it later."

Wei Wei did not say anything, no matter what Changmei would grow, he would not see it. She had a heartbroken mother, whether she was innocent or not, she would definitely be unpleasant.

The child in the baboon heard the voice and cried twice, and seemed to wake up. He raised his fist and rubbed his cheek, slowly opening his eyes. That eye had a seven-point image with Du. They are big and narrow. When they grow up, they will look rather cruel and not sociable. Now that this little man had first cried twice, then he looked at the people with a pair of black eyes, his eyes staying at aunt and Chang Hong, quite curious.

Aunty dislikes her eyes, reaches out and prepares to close them, but she holds her finger without warning, oh yeah, grab it and fill her mouth!

Aunt was out of reach, and Wei Changmi stuffed her thumb into her mouth and rolled her eyes in horror. The baby's mouth was soft and wet, and it was all saliva. He immediately took his hand and slammed it with a sigh of relief. "Oh, disgusting ..."

Wei Changmi did not know that she was disgusted at him, and her eyes were stunned and she kept looking at him.

Qin's laughter came out, and with a laugh, he brought Weipa into Wei Wei's hands. "It seems Chang Mi really likes auntie. When I meet for the first time, I'll eat your fingers ..."

Wei Wei's mouth, her face was displeased. This kind of thing, it's obviously dangerous! Making his mouth full of saliva, dirty.

This little fellow was as irritating as Du.

Wei Wei wiped her hands and then retreated to the side, wrinkled the little bun and looked at the mother to feed Wei Changmei. Although Wei Changmi was skinny and small, unambiguously picking up milk, I saw his entire face buried within the chest of the white mother white flower, and his voice was so loud that Wei Wei could hear it. She ate it vigorously, and while she did not eat enough, the nursing mother turned to the other side, and she squatted for a while before she was full.

I can really eat.

Wei Wei took care of the gang and thought to herself.

When people have seen it, they have nothing to do with it. Aunt planned to return with Chang Hong, and she saw someone rushing to the door. Little scorpion jujube, suede boots, narrow and long phoenix, it is Wei Zheng.

Wei Zheng's face was very white, I don't know if it froze outside. He gasps and stops at the door, his eyes twirl, and falls into the hustle and bustle of Qin's arms, and rushes over without saying anything. When Qin asked him, he licked his lips and grabbed to grab Wei Changmi!

Qin was surprised and subconsciously hugged the child. However, Wei Zheng refused to relax, and he was worried that the two men would be competing for the unintentional injury to the child. They had to lose a hand for a while, but the tone was severe: "Azhen, what are you going to do?"

Wei Zheng grabbed Wei Changmi and angrily challenged the people in the house, "This is my brother, my mother's son, not yours! I want to take her to find my mother."

She was a child, not going to carry the child, Wei Changmei was very uncomfortable in her arms. Children, discomfort can only be expressed in one way, which is crying. Wei Changmei was crying in her arms, wow, and her voice was heartbreaking.

Qin hurriedly stood up and advanced: "Chang Yi cried, and returned it to his aunt, and Azhen obediently. His sister is young and will get hurt ..."

Wei Zheng shook his head and hugged his head tightly, "I don't! I will not give it back to you. My mom would be sad if she didn't have a little brother. She's crying!"

Then he turned around and came out. Wei Changmei cried in his arms and looked at Qin, looking extremely pitiful. Qin quickly rushed to the door to stop him, but he was small and flexible, and he looked down from his hands.

Seeing that he was going to run in the gallery, Qin was in a hurry to get angry. He was preparing to tell Wei Kun, but Wei Jin, who was looking ahead, suddenly stopped!

Qin's hesitation on the ground, before going to Wei Zheng, I saw what was going on.

It turned out that Wei Changmei had just finished eating milk and felt uncomfortable with it. He did not take two steps to extract the milk. The little one spat at Wei Jin's neck, until Qin came, he was still crying.

When you are busy, you will lead Wei Zheng away.

Not far away, Wei Wei could not help but laugh. She held onto her stomach, her smile bright, and her laughter was crisp and sweet.

Wei Zheng looked back and hated him, embarrassed and irritated.

*

When Wei Kun returned from Hanlin Academy, dusk. Xiaguang was full of glory, orange brilliance was sprinkled on glazed tiles, and the entire British government was enveloped in the steaming clouds of Xiawei.

He hears the situation of the ginkgo gardens of the next population, replaces public services, wears a purple cashmere crane, and decides to go there to have a look.

Ginkgo biloba is noisy for a day, and it is quiet. Somewhat too quiet, there was no life, as if even the courtyard revealed depression.

He walked into the house, passed the four crows and climbed the screen, and saw Du's soul sitting on the ground. He wore his hair, his clothes were thin, and he only wore a robe outside the middle. It was already winter, and although it was burning at home, it was extremely cold when sitting on the ground. He did not notice it, as if he did not have the ability to think, and tears dried up, leaving only emptiness and despair.

Du Shi lowered his head and suddenly appeared a pair of soap boots in front of him, and gold wire embroidered on the side of the shoe. He looked up and looked at Wei Kun without sadness and disappointment, He thought that tears were running out once again. He climbed onto Wei Kun and grabbed his hand by his side and asked: "Master, Chang Mi is me. Flesh and blood born in October, you can't do this to me ... Four sons already had three sons, and often I would suffer from them. I beg you to return it to me, he is my son ... He is me. Nak ... "

At this moment, he was still thinking about the crimes of others, and not thinking about his own problems.

Wei Kun coveted her and could not say her emotions, "Do you feel bad?"

Du nodded, his son, how could he not feel bad! Today, she always thought that she was fine, was she crying or not, was there a problem? Is it good for him, is he bad? The more you think, the more powerless you are, the more you think that you feel the more painful you are.

Wei Kun nodded. She asked: "Did you ever think that I would get hurt when I sold my aunt to the teeth?"

Du Shi's gaze suddenly came to a realization. He wanted to avenge her and let her taste blood and flesh. He opened his mouth and knew that he had to admit his mistake at this moment, but he could not say it ... He held Wei Kun's hand tightly, hoping that he could keep the couple's feelings and forgive him at the moment.

Unfortunately, Wei Kun calmly said: "Four monks will take very good care of Chang Mi. You don't have to worry about this. You stay here quietly, don't think about it anymore, just be a dream, never be a dream, never be born as this child. "

Du looked at him disappointedly and forgot his words for a moment.

How can I forget it? When he was locked in the ginkgo garden, only Chang Mi accompanied him. If he had nothing to talk to Chang Mi about, he was his only hope! Now that even this hope was gone, he was not as good as he was still alive.

Du asked him: "Let me see it, I haven't seen it ..."

Wei Kun took back his hand and stepped back: "Right now, you can't let him see it. Chang Mi was physically weak. He should be well-bred. When he's a full moon, arrange for you to see him."

Du's eyes were black, "One month?"

Wei Kun said: "If you don't want to see it, you can."

He was so busy, a month, as long as I could see the kids, how could I do it.

After Wei Kun left, he finally found a hint of wisdom. He kept entertaining himself. It was not a long month, and he blinked in the blink of an eye. At that time, he was able to reunite with Changmei and his mother. I don't know what his son looks like? Like not liking it? He thought so, happy and sad, and soon he shed tears.

I did not know that the child's feelings were the most direct, even though she was Wei Changmi's biological mother, this month, Wei Changmi stayed with Qin, and stayed day and night. A month later, Wei Changmei did not know him at all, only to become close to Qin.

*

On the third day of December, it was Wei Chang's full moon day and Wei Changchun's British public birthday.

This year is Wei Changchun's 60th birthday. Wei Changchun and Lady Tai's wife had decided to make a big party and celebrate their birthday and Wei Changmi's full moon party.

This scene is so good today. The British government is a banquet of many. There are court officials and officials, and they all have good relations with British public relations. The banquet had not yet begun, and many Chinese cars in front of the British government had stopped many Cuijia Zhuyu.

The guest was led by the porter to the front room, and the son-in-law walked through the veranda of the hand to the backyard flower room.

Around noon, the British invited guests were about the same, only one person was late. I thought he wasn't coming, and was preparing to open a banquet. Then someone came and said: "The village grandfather, Jing Wang Dian is down."