The front yard of Prince Rujiang's mansion.
As soon as Yue Dansheng returned to the mansion, he heard the housekeeper call him, saying that the prince was waiting for him in the small study.
Yue Dansheng said "En", thinking that he was leaving tomorrow, and it was time to formally say goodbye to Qian Mengyao.
Walking through the pavilion by the lake, he arrived at Qian Mengyao's small study deep in the bamboo garden. Qian Mengyao didn't come to this small study often in the past, and there were some authentic books in it.
When Meng Yao was idling, he would stay in the room for two hours, but once he started to deal with important matters, he would go to the big study in the front yard.
Tell him to meet in the small study, Yue Dansheng can roughly guess what Qian Mengyao will say.
The bamboo garden is full of blue colors, and when viewed from a distance, it makes one feel relaxed and happy. Pushing open the bamboo door, before entering, Yue Dansheng smells the faint fragrance of peach blossoms in the air.
It's Peach Blossom Noodles, the wine brewed by Prince Rujiang Mansion. Qian Mengyao likes to drink it very much, but because the production of peach blossoms was not high last year, the cellar was flooded again.
So two or three altars, I didn't expect that the kid was willing to open an altar for him alone.
Hearing the movement, the little prince, who was reading a book on the bamboo bed, turned his head. When he saw the person outside the door, he waved his hand and pointed to the chair in front of him: "Come and sit."
Yue Dansheng didn't have any dignity in front of this person, so he didn't refuse, and sat down across from him graciously.
Qian Mengyao put the book down, sat up straighter, and asked, "Have you packed everything?"
"En." The man who had always been silent and seldom said casually, but his eyes were fixed on the jug on the table.
Qian Mengyao saw it, chuckled, leaned over himself, poured him a cup, and handed it to him.
Yue Dansheng took it, took a sip, the aroma was tangy, and it was ice cold, no wonder Qian Mengyao always liked to drink it, it was indeed several times better than the ones sold in wine shops outside.
"Speaking of which, when my father was around, I asked someone to find this recipe for peach blossom brewing, because my mother loved to drink it. Unexpectedly, after my father passed away, my mother gave up this wine, saying it was
It's not fragrant anymore, it tastes full of bitterness. On the contrary, I picked up the recipe when I grew up, brewed it myself and continued to drink it. "
Yue Dansheng didn't know why he said this, so he took another sip.
"The taste of the wine is always the same, but because the mood of drinking is different, the taste is a thousand times worse." Qian Mengyao said, also poured a glass for himself, drank it all in one gulp, and then put the glass aside
, leaning his head casually on the bamboo neck guard.
Lazily, he squinted and looked at Yue Dansheng who was sitting across from him. Seeing that he drank half a glass of wine, he propped his chin and asked, "What do you think the wine tastes like now?"
Yue Dansheng looked up at him and said, "It's very fragrant."
Qian Mengyao nodded, and retorted: "I don't think it smells good."
Yue Dansheng's attitude was very calm: "Because I want to leave, you don't want me to leave."
"Yes." Qian Mengyao sighed, stood up again, and poured himself a glass. When he wanted to drink again, Yue Dansheng snatched his glass away and put it aside.
Qian Mengyao raised his eyebrows.
Yue Dansheng said: "Why do you drink it if it doesn't taste good? How about drinking tea." As he spoke, he pushed the teacup two points in front of him.
Qian Mengyao gritted his teeth and complained: "I said this on purpose to wait for you to say no to leaving, not to let you confront me head-on, do you understand?"
"Understood." In the past few days, they have discussed this topic countless times, but each time there is no result.
Today is the last day, and Yue Dansheng had expected that Qian Mengyao would play some other little tricks. What he said about his parents just now meant that he was miserable, and reminded him that his father died early.
His mother is old and still doesn't kiss him, but so what
Qian Mengyao was very frustrated, and stared at Yue Dansheng for a long time, and finally seemed to give up, and asked aggrievedly: "Are you really never coming back?"
"Maybe." No one can say what will happen in the future.
"Is the person surnamed Zhong going back with you?"
Yue Dansheng's expression changed without showing any sign, and after a long while, he said "En".
Qian Mengyao sneered: "Isn't there a deep hatred? Are you willing to be together again now? I said that you are all alone and lonely. What can you do when you go back? You still have
Relatives? Do you have any friends? Wouldn't it be more meaningful for you to stay and support each other with me? "
"Who told you that I have no relatives?" Yue Dansheng turned his face coldly, and glanced at Qian Mengyao lightly.
Qian Mengyao was stunned for a moment, and when he came to his senses, the mocking expression on his face remained the same: "Is Liu Wei? Cousin? Oh, that's also considered relative, but I don't think you have any contact with her in the past.
If you are close to me. "
Yue Dansheng drank the wine, put down his glass and said, "My sister's grave is still in my hometown."
The surroundings fell silent for a moment, Qian Mengyao didn't seem to expect him to say that, and couldn't help being stunned.
"Besides, I have a younger brother."
"Brother?" Qian Mengyao was puzzled.
Yue Dansheng refused to speak.
Qian Mengyao recalled it, and after a while, he remembered what he had specifically asked Rong Leng before, and asked vaguely: "Liu Mo? Liu Wei's brother, I have heard of it.
Very caring. "
Yue Dansheng didn't admit it, nor did he deny it, so Qian Mengyao thought he was right, and suddenly became a little irritable, and said stubbornly: "He has a real sister, can he take you seriously
It's not worth it for him to go back! "
"It's not him." Not wanting to listen to Qian Mengyao's nonsense, Yue Dansheng simply got up and said goodbye: "It's nothing, I'm going back, I have to get up early tomorrow."
Qian Mengyao was still immersed in the sentence "It's not him", his stunned expression hadn't recovered yet, when he turned around, he saw Yue Dansheng had already walked to the door, he hurriedly chased after him with his shoes, halfway
The shoes were still off, and he pulled Yue Dansheng's sleeve and asked, "Who is he? How can you have any younger brother!"
"Yes." Yue Dansheng pulled back his clothes, looked down at Qian Mengyao's bare feet, and said, "Take care of yourself in the future, be sensible, you grow up."
Qian Mengyao frowned, feeling aggrieved.
But Yue Dansheng had already left without looking back, and his figure disappeared into the evening twilight in an instant.
Qian Mengyao stood at the door of the small study for a long time, thinking and analyzing in his mind. It was not until a long time later that he seemed to react, raised his head suddenly, and punched the door in anger.
on the railing of the bar.
Yue Dansheng had a younger sister and a younger brother. These were his only two relatives who depended on each other for life. Later, his younger sister died and his younger brother became enemies with him.
It's just that despite the feud, Yue Dansheng also admitted that the man was his younger brother.
Qian Mengyao was so angry that his eyes were full of gold stars, he didn't even put on his shoes, he ran straight to Yue Dansheng's dormitory, patted through the door, and asked, "He killed your sister, how could you still do that?"
Recognize him, are you fucking a man! "
Yue Dansheng, who was about to change clothes, opened the door, and saw Qian Mengyao outside in a mess. Qian Mengyao's feet were covered in mud and his heels were bleeding.
Yue Dansheng pulled him in, took the medicine box to rub medicine on him, but was stopped by Qian Mengyao, who said stubbornly: "I don't have any brothers, you swore to me, I will treat you well, respect
I respect you and treat you as my own brother! "
Yue Dansheng comforted him, "Apply the medicine first."
Qian Mengyao had no choice but to let go, staring at him tightly with a pair of eyes.
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