At the end of the year, there was good news in the mansion. This brat Xin Li was lucky enough to have an affair with Xiao Yan, the third young lady of Huiyang Hou, and begged for a beautiful and violent lady. Even Huiyanghou was still reluctant, and wanted to keep it for another one or two years. The two prefectures signed an agreement, which is considered a fixed number.
In the past few days when Xin Jing went home to rest, he could see Xin Li wishing to write "My Wife..." on his forehead all day long, ostentatiously, whenever he was given a chance to speak, he would use "My Wife is..." as an excuse. Beginning to ruin everyone's desire to talk to him.
The most pitiful one is the youngest Xin Yi, who was only stuttered after being laughed at by this little bastard, just when he dared not speak out, every time he dragged him in front of him and spit and talked for several hours, he could only whimper listen.
Xin Jing beat him a few times when he met him, but because of Xin Li's reputation as a little bastard, he was used to being rough-skinned and thick-skinned, so he wasn't afraid, and would chase after Xin Yi when he turned around and waited for others to leave.
"Your wife." Xin Jing happened to come out to dry the books, and Xin Li ran over the fence he had just wiped. He grabbed her and arrested him, and said: "You don't even have hair, what kind of lady do you have? Marry him back." She is also a girl for my mother, and I have nothing to do with you." Then she swept Xin Li from top to bottom with her eyes that seemed upright but contemptuous, and said without any ups and downs: "You were still wetting the bed when you were ten years old. The nocturnal emission came only on the thirteenth day of spring. Mr. Xin, does your wife know?"
Xin Li blushed to the base of his neck, and he clasped his ears and yelled loudly, shouting in embarrassment and indignation: "God, are you really my second brother? Stop talking about you bad guy! Help me!"
Xin Yi was sobbing and wiping away tears, hugged his elder brother's thigh, raised his head and said innocently: "Brother, brother, what are dreams and nocturnal emissions?"
Xin Jing patted him on the head, and said with great pain: "It's another thing that your third brother can't control himself, you have to remember this, he will never dare to trouble you again."
Xin Li's grown-up boy's heart had been broken into tofu, he shouted angrily: "Brother is also a bastard, you are all bastards, I'm going to run away from home and never come back!"
Xin Jing threw him out, "Go quickly."
Xin Li clutched her heart, choked with sobs and ran to find her mother.
Xin Jing came to help Xin Jing dry the books with his little stammer in his arms. He was tall and couldn't reach the top of Xin Jing's bookshelf, so he asked him to. It's embarrassing if neither of them can reach it.
Xin Yi has already run out.
Xin Jing felt that it was too embarrassing for him not to be able to reach it, so he looked around uncomfortably, but he didn't see anything he could step on, they were all books.
Xin Jing took a visual inspection and said to him, "You hug me."
Xin Jing was thinking about the stool, when he heard this, he nodded first, then his chest jumped, and then he jumped up like hundreds of rabbits. He felt that this age shouldn't be like this, but he couldn't control it, he could only make his eyes look very frank, and his expression seem normal.
He bent his knees and hugged Xin Jing from behind.
It was a hot day, and Xin Jing's clothes had several layers, but under Xin Jing's hands, there seemed to be few layers. He seemed to feel softness, it was a little bit of soft flesh on Xin Jing's stomach.
It feels good in the hand, very good, so good that he can instantly think of a place with a dry mouth thousands of miles away.
"Ah Jing." Xin Jing only touched the side, called out to him and didn't listen to an answer, only felt that the hands covering his belly seemed to be tight. Xin Jing's ears were a little red, and he only dared to look up with flustered eyes, and called again: "Ah Jing."
"Huh?" Xin Jing's voice remained the same, as if he was able to handle a task with ease, but also seemed to be normal, "What's wrong?"
"It's out of reach." Xin Jing said dryly, "Try hugging your legs."
Xin Jing gave a low cough, did not let go, lifted him up immediately, and said, "What about now?"
Xin Jing pulled out the book cage above, "Okay."
There was no movement.
It was still noon, and my brothers were not there. The corridor in the courtyard was silent, and the fiery temperature seemed to make the two people behind the bookshelves scalding hot. Xin Jing hugged the book cage, the back of his fair neck was also red, I don't know if it was hot, or what.
Xin Jing just hugged him without feeling heavy. He hugged and hugged, at the moment when the heat silently exploded in his heart, he suddenly seemed to compromise, and also seemed to be indulged and disregarded at this moment. He lowered his arm, but didn't let go. When Xin Jingcai stepped on the ground, he pushed him down on the bookshelf from behind.
Xin Jing turned his face away, her menacing lips intertwined with his breath very close to each other. Xin Jing called him in a low voice almost whispering, but with some confusion and bewilderment. Xin Jing's fair chin turned red from his pinching, but the thin line between their lips was like an invisible thorn and abyss, resisting something.
Xin Jing looked at him, but found that he was staring at her. Xin Jing had never shown such pain and longing. The moment Xin Jing looked over, Xin Jing gently kissed his slightly parted lips.
Light and silent, just like them, not daring to be alarmed, not daring to make a sound. At this moment, I dare not say a vow that violates human relations.
This superficial touch is instant, and Xin Jing immediately found out in pain and excitement that he would not be satisfied because of this light touch, he was like a fire because of this light touch.
He wants more, more, more Shin Kyung.
He let go of the finger that was pinching Xin Jing, caressed his entire cheek, and lowered his head to kiss deeply, so deep that Xin Jing's breathing became short of breath, and he almost lost his mind.
The bookshelf shook when Xin Jing pressed down hard, and the books on top of his head fell down. He leaned on the bookshelf to block Xin Jing, and still kissed him.
The book crashed and fell to the ground, and they were still kissing.
Kiss mixed with sweat and tears.
Kissed until someone stopped at the door, and slammed on the door in shock and anger.
Xin Jing raised his head quickly, pinched Xin Jing's wrist, and pulled it into his hand with terrifying strength. He was so ferocious that he was rude, he said in a hoarse voice: "Father, you came at a bad time."
Yan Wang had never seen him like this calm and introverted eldest son, he was so painful that his eyes were red, and he pulled Xin Jing's wrist, and smiled at Yan Wang, "Father, what should I do, I am fascinated by Xin Jing , I have tried my best, you tell me what should I do."
King Yan kicked him on the side, and he immediately let go of Xin Jing and pushed him aside. King Yan's fists and feet hit his face, Xin Jing didn't dodge, he didn't even hug his head, and let his father hit him in the face, his whole body hurt. When he was kicked and knocked against the bookshelf, he couldn't stand up, because he didn't want to stand up.
He was a little worried, worried whether his mother would know, and whether he would be sad if he knew. He was still a little sad, sad that he already knew the result in his heart, but he pretended not to know it for many years and let himself mess around. He was even more helpless.
Reluctantly, he should have stopped, but he couldn't resist, couldn't bear it, and longed for it.
He, Xin Jing, was just such an ordinary person who was defeated by selfish desires.
Ugly.
Xin Jing held Yan Wang's hand, his lowered eyes were not so intense, he begged: "Father."
King Yan stopped, and suddenly hit the wall on one side. He didn't look at Xin Jing and remained silent. All three were silent, embarrassment, pain, resentment, intertwined.
Until someone stopped at the door, hiccupped with sobs, stammered and begged: "Father, father, don't, don't beat brother, brother."
Xin Yi had a terrified little face, he didn't understand the man's decadence and suffering, but he did.
They were all in tears.
Xin Jing went to Rouhui, and it lasted most of the time. Princess Yan didn't know why the eldest son didn't come back, but relying on her understanding of her husband and son, as well as a woman's intuition, she noticed something unspeakable. She did not urge the eldest son to return home, nor did she prevent the second son from leaving home.
Xin Jing is going to Sanyin.
Without this turning point, Xin Jing might never go to Sanyin in his life. Maybe he will never meet the winter that ends his life. Maybe he can survive.
but.
No if, no maybe.