In that year, both he and Murong Chuyi were still very young, they could even be said to be immature and young.
He didn't even know that the young man in front of him who looked younger than him was actually his uncle. He thought this was the little boy brought by some guest, and secretly ran to the yard to enjoy the flowers.
Murong Chuyi didn't look very good, she looked at Plum Blossom intently, and didn't notice who was behind her.
It wasn't until a cyan oil-paper umbrella with the image of a cloud sky and a crane stuck out from above his head, covering his snow and his flowers, that he was taken aback and turned around abruptly.
Jiang Yexue smiled at him with a brotherly attitude: "Whose child are you? Why don't you hold an umbrella in such a big snowstorm?"
Murong Chuyi opened her eyes wide, first took a step back, then two steps back, the expression on her face gradually changed from surprise to indifference. He did not answer Jiang Yexue's question, but said directly:
"…Who are you. What are you doing here."
This question was simple and rude and impolite, and the other party seemed to not want to talk nonsense with him.
However, Jiang Yexue has a good temper, a gentleman like jade, like a man who thinks like grinding. Although he is young, he is always tolerant and caring for others, so he smiled and said: "My surname is Yue, my name is Yue Yexue. As for Why am I here... Because this is my home, and the plum blossom you are looking at is also my favorite."
Hearing this, the other party narrowed his eyes for some reason: "Oh? You are Yue Yexue, Xie Yilan's child?"
Jiang Yexue suddenly heard that such a small child actually called her mother's name directly, and she called it wrong. No matter how well-mannered she was, she couldn't help being a little amused and a little annoyed.
But he didn't have a seizure, he just stretched out his hand and dragged the young man over, dragged him under his large oil-paper umbrella, and taught him gently: "Listen, my mother's name is Xie Lanyi, not Xie Yilan. Also, there is a lot of snow. , you'll catch a cold if you stand like this. Go, I'll take you back to the flower hall to find your parents."
The other party opened his hand unceremoniously with a snap: "No rules. Do you know who you are talking to?"
Jiang Yexue laughed and said with a smile, "You kid..."
"Child?" Murong Chuyi took off the brim of her cloak, smoothed her messy forehead, and looked at him seriously, her thin lips opened and closed, and said seriously, "Yue Yexue, I'm your uncle."
Jiang Yexue's eyes widened: "..."
After a while, he burst out laughing and reached out to probe the boy's forehead.
While exploring, he said with a smile: "You. You're frozen and your head burned...?"
How this farce ended, Jiang Yexue couldn't remember more details, but she only remembered that Murong Chuyi left with a slap in the face in the end. After the big wedding banquet, he followed his mother to visit the eldest lady in the main room, and when she served tea to the eldest lady, he found that the young man under the plum blossom tree was standing beside Murong Huang, looking at him indifferently.
Only at that time did he finally know that this young man in white, who was about his own age, was really his uncle.
The name is Murong Chuyi.
Although Murong Chuyi lived in the same mansion as him, he didn't like to be in contact with people on weekdays, and it was very rare to be able to show up on three days out of ten. Jiang Yexue wanted to talk to him at the beginning, but he hit a lot of cold nails, that's all.
Mr. Song taught him, saying that the friendship between gentlemen is like water, and he insists on self-cultivation like bamboo. Murong Chuyi doesn't want to have too much contact with him, so he doesn't force it.
It's just that not all people in the world are as peaceful and kind as his Master Song. After Muronghuang and Yue Juntian got married, whether at home or outside, he could keenly sense the changes in the attitudes of those people. Those who used to be flattering and flattering with him were the first to disappear, and then some elders' smiles towards him were no longer as warm as they used to be.
He is just kind, not slow. He sees these things in his eyes, and he is very clear about the reasons. However, he is gentle with people and doesn't care about favors and humiliations, so it doesn't matter.
Only Mrs. Xie's grievances became heavier and heavier, which made him feel some anxiety and distress. She always told him what kind of jewelry Yue Juntian gave to Murong Huang today, how much they cost, and how precious. Or to tell him what kind of outfit Murong Huang bought today, what kind of clothes he added...
The longer the time passed, the more unpleasant her words became, sometimes even to the point of unbearable hearing. Jiang Yexue frowned slightly, but because she was his mother, she could only sigh in her heart. It's not that he didn't comfort her, but as long as he said something to enlighten her, she glared at him and scolded him, saying that he "doesn't seek progress" and "doesn't know suffering".
Over time, Jiang Yexue could only say no more.
Later, Madam Xie's jealousy towards Murong Huang became more and more serious, and when Murong Huang was pregnant, her hatred distorted her face.
Murong Huang is a royal family, and is the main room, everyone coaxes her as if picking the stars and the moon. The preferential treatment she received was something Madam Xie had never felt even when she was pregnant with Jiang Yexue.
As the servants saw the wind, the difference in attitude towards the two mistresses became more and more clear, and even some of the servants who had been cared for a lot by Jiang Yexue in the past began to become eccentric. Madam Xie hated it so much that she said to Jiang Yexue, "Look, what do you say about convincing people with virtue, and what you say about being at ease with the situation? Who do you serve? How is your life going?"
Although Jiang Yexue felt a little uncomfortable, she still insisted that there was nothing wrong with her way of dealing with people. It is easy to ask for wealth, but difficult to ask for a clear conscience.
It was only gradually that even his father showed a sense of alienation from him in order to take care of Murong's feelings. Except for Mr. Song, no one in the entire mansion was willing to approach him.
His heart was still somewhat uncomfortable.
It was also in the late spring of that year when Mr. Song fell ill and was bedridden, so he could not teach him the art of refining for the time being. Jiang Yexue thought about doing some tricks on his own, but he always respected and cared about his teacher, and couldn't bear to disturb the sick gentleman, so he took these tools to find other craftsmen in the mansion.
All that can be obtained are avoidance and feigned helpless rejection.
"I'm sorry, Young Master Yexue, I still have a lot of business to deal with today."
"I'm really sorry, Young Master Ye Xue. This old man is not feeling well. I'll discuss skills with you when I'm better. Do you think so?"
"I'm ignorant of talent and knowledge, I'm afraid I can't teach you my son."
When the government asked, no one was willing.
Jiang Yexue hugged the wooden mecha he had made, and walked down the empty corridor with her head down rather lonely. When she was at a loss, she suddenly heard someone call him from behind.
"Yue Yexue."
He turned his head, his face still had that kind of loss and sadness, but he met Murong Chuyi's face.
His brother-in-law frowned: "What kind of expression do you have." After speaking, he walked over from behind the arch in white clothes and looked down at the mecha in his arms.
"You did it?"
"Um."
Murong Chuyi picked up one of the small hourglasses and took a closer look: "Dongzhu blood crystal is sand, sandalwood is the body... Is that what you think?"
Jiang Yexue also knew his reputation for refining, and said a little embarrassedly, "Yes."
Murong Chuyi didn't laugh at him, she put down the little dripper and said, "... Come to my refining room, I'll teach you."
Jiang Yexue never thought that Murong Chuyi would be willing to take the initiative to call him.
After Murong Chuyi finished speaking, she walked forward. After walking out for a while, seeing that he didn't move, she turned her head indifferently: "Still keep up?"
"...oh, well, well..."
The period after this, until Yue Chenqing was born, can be regarded as the most fulfilling and happiest period in Jiang Yexue's life.
Although Murong Chuyi was not much older than him, he was extremely accomplished in the art of refining and taught him many ways and secrets of refining that he had never imagined before.
Between the two of them, Murong Chuyi always went his own way. He didn't care about other people's opinions, and he didn't care whether Jiang Yexue was popular or not, and what status he had in this family. And Jiang Yexue had a kind of consolation that he could never find a bosom friend. No matter what his mother said, he still went to Murong Chuyi's refining room every day to find him.
For this reason, Mrs. Xie's words became more and more ugly, and her disappointment with him became deeper and deeper, saying that he was "unfilial", "turning his elbows out", and even felt that Murong Chuyi was sent by Murong Huang to divide their mother and son. , calling him a "little bitch".
And once she insulted Murong Chuyi and was stopped by Jiang Yexue, she lashed out at him, and she never wanted to pay attention to him, never listen to any of his explanations, let alone let him say goodbye to her. Court residence.
Jiang Yexue didn't want to quarrel with her mother, and she didn't want to make a big noise to make people laugh at his mother, so she had no choice but to ask Murong Chuyi embarrassedly if she could live in his yard first.
Murong Chuyi glanced at the furnishings in the yard—
On the refining table, there is a set of knives and rulers made by Jiang Yexue, the stool is the one that Jiang Yexue often sits on, and there are even some small writings that Murong Chuyi doesn't like at all but Jiang Yexue used to play on the desk. .
Murong Chuyi replied coldly, "Do you think it makes a difference if you ask me or not?"
Jiang Yexue: "..."
The two teenagers also had some free time. Murong Chuyi was not as uninterested as it seemed to the outside world. He would also buy the slap-sized bamboo warriors that the roadside children liked, and then recline lazily on the bamboo couch. Ask Jiang Yexue to come and fight him with two. I was banging and banging, but I thought about some new instruments from it, so I spent the whole night drawing a drawing, often lying on the ground holding the rules and going straight to sleep, waking up and painting again.
And almost every time Murong Chuyi fell asleep, Jiang Yexue couldn't help but look at him a few more times.
How could this man be his uncle
Obviously so young and so young, when lying on the ground and holding a pen to sleep, he often accidentally smears the ink stains from the tip of the brush on his face.
So stupid.
Once, Murong Chuyi was half asleep, probably because of a dream, so he woke up in a daze, and when he was half awake and half asleep, he found Jiang Yexue looking at him, and asked impatiently, "What are you looking at me for?"
Jiang Yexue's gentle voice surprised him.
He smiled and said to him in a low voice, "I see my uncle, and I feel so majestic."
Murong Chuyi probably didn't understand his joke at all, or didn't listen to what he was saying at all, he just snorted lowly, his long eyelashes trembled, and fell asleep again.
Jiang Yexue remembered that when he looked at him at that time, he had some kind of obscure and terrifying impulse, that impulse made him shudder, and even wanted to run away.
At that time, he didn't dare to think deeply. If he thought about it, he would probably think how could he be so sinful, even if he had no blood relationship, even if Murong Chuyi was just an abandoned son picked up by Murong Huang, but his status was here. If he had such thoughts on Murong Chuyi, how worthy of a gentleman would he be
In this way, after a few months of trembling and trembling, Murong Huang gave birth.
With the loud cry of the baby, two members of this distinguished family have since fallen into hell.
One is his mother, Mrs. Xie—because the Yue Mansion welcomed its true orthodox, first-born baby boy, Yue Juntian named him Chen Qing.
Chen Qing, Chen Qing... Murong Huang's son is bright, which means that the sky is clear and the sun is rising, and what is her child? A bright snow in the long night, even if it was once a thousand miles of rivers and mountains in plain clothes, as soon as the sun came out, it all melted, and there was nothing left.
How could she not be chilled, how could she not be resentful
And the other person who fell into hell was Murong Chuyi—
Because Murong Huang died in childbirth, he lost the "sister" and "mother" who adopted him and gave him a second life.
He has no more benefactors.