Suddenly, Jia Qian's mind became confused, as if it was filled with paste in an instant.
How is this going? Is this bastard Subiezhi his family's benefactor? Why do you say that? Why did his family become like this?
Several questions rushed to his head one after another, and Jia Qian felt that his brain was no longer enough. It's really strange, but assuming that aside, Subiezhi was cursed by him all the way, but in the end he became a "benefactor". Doesn't this mean that he is a villain who "repays kindness with hatred"?
This is something he absolutely cannot accept. After studying Confucianism for many years, even if he cannot be a gentleman, he will never be a villain.
Therefore, he must figure out this matter, and cannot suffer such a huge injustice without knowing it.
His mother had already happily welcomed the three of them into the door, and Subiezhi and Dongfang Shiming followed them across the threshold. Jia Qian watched in a panic as things changed faster than his own mind, and he hurried forward to follow his mother, wanting to ask for more information.
But his mother was very happy when she saw her son coming back with his benefactor, but she didn't want to pay much attention to her son's entanglement.
She led the three of them into the house and called out to Jia Qian's father to come down and greet them. The room was very lively. It seemed that there was a banquet at Jia Qian's house today.
Looking at the layout and furnishings in the house, Jia Qian could no longer recognize any traces of his own home. All the old furniture from that year had been replaced with brand new ones. The exaggerated staircase to the second floor spiraled upwards, and the lights everywhere gave off dazzling light.
Father Jia Qian quickly shouted and walked down from the second floor with a rosy face and a sweet smell of alcohol on his body.
When he saw his son, he immediately walked up to him in three steps and then slapped Jia Qian on the back with a big wave of his hand: "Oh, that brat is back from school!"
Dongfang Shiming and Subiezhi saw that his father and he had completely different personalities. They didn't know if they were taking advantage of the drunkenness, but they both wanted to snicker. Father Jia Qian's physique is much stronger. Compared with the thin Jia Qian, he doesn't look like a father and son at all.
After the father greeted his son, he immediately turned his attention to the remaining two people.
He put his arms around the two of them roughly, laughed and wanted to bow down to them. Seeing that he was indeed drunk, Jia Qian and his mother dragged him away with one arm and helped him go back upstairs to rest.
Downstairs, Dongfang Shiming and Subiezhi looked at each other and smiled, feeling a little embarrassed.
Soon, Jia Qian and his mother returned from upstairs. It seemed that his father had settled down.
Mrs. Jia Qian waved her hand and asked them to sit wherever they wanted, while she turned to the kitchen to make tea. Subiezhi and the others found seats and sat down separately. Their legs and feet had been busy for so many days, and only then did they get a real rest.
"Oh, my father just drank with some old friends and drank until he fell unconscious. Don't worry about it." Jia Qian said to the two of them apologetically.
"It's okay, it's okay, but it's a pity that I didn't get the bow." Subiezhi shook his head pretending to be distressed.
"You..." Jia Qian glared at him maliciously. If he succeeds, then that's fine, wouldn't he be a generation shorter than this bastard out of thin air?
However, he never quarreled with Subiezhi again. After all, he hadn't figured out the "benefactor" thing yet, and he was unwilling to ask Subiezhi directly, so he had to suppress the extremely curious feeling in his heart, which made him feel uncomfortable.
After a while, Mrs. Jia Qian brought tea. The three of them drank a few drinks and ate some snacks to satisfy their hunger.
It was already getting late, not to mention that he was finally out of the crisis. Strong sleepiness soon came to his head, as if he would fall asleep if he delayed for a moment longer. Jia Qian asked his mother to find a room for the two of them to stay in. He could no longer resist his sleepiness, so he staggered back to his room first.
"This time, you can have a good sleep." Subiezhi said gently behind Dongfang Shiming.
Dongfang Shiming was also very sleepy. He turned around, forced his eyelids to smile twice, and followed the direction led by Mrs. Jia Qian to the room. After all, the injury has not healed yet. Although his body has undergone a short period of convalescence, it still lacks strength.
Subiezhi looked at him indifferently as he dragged his heavy steps away, and slightly showed a sincere smile.
Outside the window, the bright, semicircular moon quietly flew over the treetops. Looking through the lights in the distance, surrounded by black mountains, night crows screamed hoarsely in the deep valleys.
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The next morning, Jia Qian woke up in comfort. It seemed like I hadn't had such a peaceful sleep in a long time. A while ago, every time I woke up, there would be another corpse outside. In his dreams, he often dreamed of those gangsters coming in groups to beg for his life. Such nightmares really tortured him.
As soon as I opened my eyes, I found a bowl of steaming medicinal soup beside the bed. There was also a note attached to one side, which was to the effect that it would be beneficial to his recovery.
After drinking the medicine, he rubbed his eyes and went downstairs, but he was still not used to his home suddenly becoming so luxurious.
The sun outside the window was bright, but it didn't seem to be very late, and the familiar smell of morning porridge still filled the air.
He followed the smell to the kitchen, his stomach growling with hunger, and he was eager to find something to eat. Sure enough, the small pot on the stove was filled with erratic steam, and the aroma just now came from it.
"Oh, you're awake."
The person standing in front of the stove turned out to be not my mother, but Dongfang Shiming. He saw Jia Qian walking in and smiled lightly at him.
"Ah, Brother Xian, why are you..." Jia Qian thought he was still asleep, so he patted his face twice more. But he was indeed right. The person in front of him was Dongfang Shiming himself.
"The old clothes have been changed and washed. Let's get ready to have breakfast." Dongfang Shiming stirred the hot porridge in the pot and said with his eyes watching the bubbles rising from the bottom of the pot.
Jia Qian was stunned, as if he hadn't fully understood yet, and just nodded blankly: "Hey, yes, yes."
"By the way, that Subiezhi..." Jia Qian suddenly remembered the question that concerned him most and asked again quickly.
Dongfang Shiming shook his head: "I don't know that either. But Subiezhi said he would confess later."
