Here, Gu Ruosu and the others from Hefeng Hall were acting like mothers, filial piety, filial sons, and grandchildren. However, when the Song family over there knew the news, they almost destroyed their own Yingchun Courtyard. .
"This bitch, it's not enough for me to rob the second master. Now the child she gave birth to is trying to rob the old lady. She is really a foxy girl!" The Song family's expensive pearl hairpin and emerald ring are now because of her. He was so angry that he slapped the table, making a lot of tinkling noises.
At this moment, Mrs. Song's appearance of being tired of family work and spreading the fragrance of books to the family is gone, but she still looks a bit like a jealous wife.
Not to mention the servants and the old mother beside them, even the three golden flowers who were dining with Mrs. Song at the moment looked like they were used to seeing them. They just looked at themselves and ate with their heads down. No one was there. People came up to talk to Mrs. Song.
"This foxy girl, she thinks that the few children she gave birth to can still please the old lady. Damn, the old lady has so many children and grandchildren. Today she remembers the ones she gave birth to, but tomorrow she might forget them!"
"Let's see, let's see! As long as I stay here, her children will never be considered legitimate children! I'll see what kind of marriage the two little foxes she gave birth to can get!"
"But the children born to ordinary wives can be considered legitimate sons..." I don't know which colorless little girl muttered at this moment.
But unfortunately, this sentence came into Song's ears word for word. As soon as Song heard it, he picked up a small jade bottle and searched for the source of the sound and smashed it.
With a squeak, the little jade bottle shattered all over the floor, injuring several little girls. However, the little girls did not dare to move and only dared to shout a few words.
But Mrs. Song didn't seem to be relieved, and regardless of her gratitude and gratitude, which were already frightened and crying, she pushed another vase made by an official kiln and a set of tea sets with azure glaze.
"Why are you crying? No matter how much you cry, your father won't come and look at you. What a sin I have done. I gave birth to you three girls. If I gave birth to four sons, I don't believe that I can't control you." father!"
Mrs. Song vented her dissatisfaction on her son's biological daughter, but perhaps she was concerned that this was her biological daughter, so she just scolded her but never took action.
"Tell me, the three of you eat me, wear me, and use me every day, and I hire such an expensive female teacher for you. What's the use of hiring me? What's the use! Are you trying to win over your father or that one?" The dead old woman of Hefeng Hall!" He cursed and lifted another table of food in his hand.
Xie Yiyun and Xie Yihan felt extremely frightened and kept hiding behind Xie Yi Nian and crying. Xie Yi Nian was protecting his two younger sisters while looking at the woman in front of him who was cursing. There was no emotion in his eyes, as if he was The person is not her mother, but a madman.
"How dare you look at me like that! I'm your mother!" Xie Yi Nian's expression did not escape Song's eyes. Song held Xie Yi Nian's shoulders with tears and dissatisfaction, shaking them and asking.
"You are as heartless as your father!" Mrs. Song, who never got a response, finally seemed to be going crazy. She pushed her gratitude to the ground, then knelt on the ground, hugged herself and kept crying.
He muttered some vague words, mostly words like "I love you so much, how could you betray me..." "I am your married wife..." and the like.
I don't know how long I have been crying. Mother Wu, Song's confidant nanny, who had just finished her monthly routine and walked into the courtyard, saw the movement and quickly had the courtyard door closed and ran into the house.
What she saw was the mess all over the floor. Mother Wu recited Amitabha Buddha several times in her heart, and then calmly ordered people to bring the three golden flowers back to the house. Then they started to clean up the house, and she knelt down next to Mrs. Song. , pulled Mrs. Song into her arms.
"Girl! Girl! My eldest lady! You should calm down! You don't even look at it, but there is still my brother here. If you ruin yourself like this, what will your brother do in the future? He is still young! Woolen cloth!"
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Mother Wu had taken care of Mrs. Song since she was a child. She always knew how to handle Mrs. Song. She comforted her with soft and hard tactics for a long time, and finally calmed her down.
And all this was seen by Xie Yi Nian, who was standing alone outside the door.
Xie Yi Nian couldn't understand why her mother was so crazy. She is the daughter of Mrs. Song and Xie Haoxuetou. She has watched with her own eyes the two people have gone from harmonious harmony to the current situation of endless struggle. She also understands the reason. If this person is not her mother, she has done many evil things and is selfish. The eight words she used to describe this person were not an exaggeration.
The human heart is not enough for a snake to swallow an elephant, and the greed is not enough for eating the moon. Human happiness comes from comparison. If a person is surrounded by people who don’t have enough to eat and have ragged clothes, they will have to worry about whether it will rain or not, even if they can only live in a few households and only have one or two acres of thin land at home, every day they will have to worry about whether it will rain or not. I can only eat plain steamed buns every day, and there are no servants to serve me, so I feel that I am living a happy life.
But if the people around you are always surrounded by treasures, shark fins and bird's nests, and your home has countless silks, satin, jewelry, and even servants, you can even eat white flour and fine chaff every time, and you still have money and money at home. If you don’t have to worry about your livelihood, you will feel like the most unfortunate person in the world.
This is where her mother's sorrow lies. She was born into a humble family, has never seen much of the world, and has no decent brothers. However, she is lucky enough to marry into the Xie family and become the first wife of a wealthy family, with fine clothing and food, and a considerate husband. , lived the best life, this life could have been harmonious and beautiful.
But she had to compare with her eldest aunt, her third aunt, even her grandmother, and the dignitaries all over the capital. It should be noted that there are people who are better than others. Under such comparisons, her mother naturally felt that she was My son is the most humble and unfortunate person in the world.
The fame and wealth that she once cared little about when she was not yet prosperous have become the most important thing in her mother's eyes. Her mother has more and more money, but her father and children are getting further and further away from her.
Today, when she looked at her mother's appearance, she felt sad and deeply educated.
She is the legitimate daughter, her father is a world-famous scholar, her grandfather is the Duke of the country, her grandmother is a first-class royal wife, her uncle is the prime minister, and even her third and fourth uncles have made a difference in the officialdom. As long as she wants to live her life, Unlike others, she thought about things that she shouldn't think about. She guarded her own little piece of land and closed the door. Her life was also the envy of others.
If fate treats her fairly, she will reciprocate it. If fate treats her unfairly, she has the courage to kill herself. It is just a dream, and she has come to this world for a while, and there is absolutely no reason why she has wronged herself.
Thinking of this, Xie Yi Nian's heart became extremely clear. Even the wound where he had just been pushed to the ground and slipped by the ceramic shards no longer felt pain. He stretched his brows, took advantage of the moonlight, and left with light steps.
