At noon in early summer, smoke rises from the kitchen, amidst the chirping of cicadas, it seems to be still and yet moving, yet moving yet still, it is quiet and beautiful.
In Xiaoshi Village on the outskirts of Beijing, a family that has always been industrious has been silent, and only the whispers can be heard.
"Da Lang, what do you think about that matter?"
An old and vicissitudes of voice sounded, and the woman sitting with the backlight stiffened, silent for a long while, and said with tears streaming down her face:
"My mother, what can I think? That's the Hou Mansion. Jin Yu is a small ball. I raised him so big with my blood and flesh. How could I be willing to let him go back? But, that's Hou’s Mansion!”
The woman's voice became hoarse from crying. In the corner of the room, two girls, one big and one small, hugged each other, also sobbing silently.
The eldest one is fourteen years old, which is the right age for marriage. The little one is still young, only about five or six years old.
The elder sister had a sad look on her face and could only sob in a low voice. The younger sister was young and her emotions were all on her face, and now she was crying loudly:
"I don't want my brother to leave! I don't want my brother to leave!"
Listening to the cries of her two daughters, Xu's mother felt so depressed that she almost couldn't breathe:
"Why does the Hou Mansion bully people like this? That is my son, the son I have raised for twelve years!"
Xu's mother beat her chest and stamped her feet, and her usually soft and graceful facial features were twisted into a ball.
And Mrs. Xu, who was sitting on the chair, now looked so serious that she was almost dripping with water.
"If possible, I don't want Dalang to go back."
Mrs. Xu let out a long sigh, glanced at the still quiet back room, and whispered:
"But, Dalang's mother, look at Dalang. He was stimulated this time, and he fainted all day and night without waking up. This child is not born well, how can we raise him? He only has the wealth of the Hou Mansion. , so that he can live longer!
Did you know that the person who came to the door that day was wearing a piece of hazel cloth worth an inch? But that was just a servant of the Hou Mansion. We owe Dalang twelve years of wealth! "
Mrs. Xu worked as a maid in a wealthy family in her early years and had a lot of experience. Now these words made her feel like a knife.
The Xu family has a single lineage, but now that the son has been arrested, the only grandson is not of his own blood.
What's more, the children of her Xu family have taken over the wealth of her grandson, whom she has loved for twelve years.
Old Mrs. Xu felt hurt and ashamed!
As soon as Mrs. Xu said these words, Xu's mother felt even sadder and muttered to herself in a daze:
"In the end, we can't live with Da Lang, but I can't let him go!"
After raising a child so small and still in such a sickly body, Xu's mother and Mrs. Xu almost lost their eyes to raise them.
How could it be like this if it wasn't true love?
Old Mrs. Xu sighed again. She was probably the one suffering the most.
The only son was captured as a young man, and the news was unknown. The only grandson was about to be kidnapped by the Hou Mansion.
By then, women like them may have no way to survive!
However, she couldn't watch Dalang die before her eyes!
"Stop talking, the doctor said, I'm afraid Dalang will be in trouble this time. Go and cook some white porridge, pour out some rice oil, and see if you can drink it down."
As Mrs. Xu spoke, she couldn't help but raise her sleeves and wipe away her tears.
If a person can't eat it, he's probably going to be in bad shape.
Although the two girls were crying constantly, they were both quiet.
It was meal time, and no one in the family was in the mood to eat. Soon, thin smoke rose from the chimney, and the aroma of boiling rice filled the whole house, reminding me of several inappropriate "gurgling" sounds.
"Little sister, are you hungry? Come on, there are bean cakes here. Big Nier, come too, let's eat."
Old Mrs. Xu felt very uncomfortable and had no strength to speak. Dani took the bean cake and whispered:
"You should also eat milk. Dalang...will get better."
"Hey, I'm not hungry."
After listening to Mrs. Xu's words, Dani silently clenched the rough bean cake in her hand. She knew that the polished rice and white noodles at home were all for her younger brother, but she never argued with him.
She knew clearly that without her younger brother, the family would have taken back the family's house and fields all these years after her father left home.
It turned out that the widowed mother and daughter at the head of the village were robbed of their house and occupied the land. When they left, their clothes were the most ragged.
Not long after, the widow couldn't stand the hardship of having to live with hundreds of families and remarried. Her only daughter was raped in the night and is now half-clothed and crazy.
Dani thought of the plight of the widowed mother and daughter at the head of the village, and couldn't help but shudder, and she mustered up her courage and said:
"Nai Mo is crying. Dalang hasn't woken up yet after hearing the news. He, he might not go back."
My family has been able to establish its family all these years because of the presence of this sickly brother.
The Hou Mansion now wants to take Da Lang back by force. This is to cut off the lives of their ancestors and grandchildren!
However, what if Dalang is unwilling here?
"Silly girl, she said stupid things."
Old Mrs. Xu shook her head. Dalang was always smart and he knew the choice.
If he goes back, he can live and live peacefully.
"Nai, let's ask him when he wakes up."
"Okay, let's wait until Dalang wakes up."
Mrs. Xu said this, but she shook her head in her heart.
Dalang has slept all day and night, and he doesn't know whether he will wake up.
…
"Don't, don't go!"
On a simple and old wooden bed, a handsome and elegant young man was sleeping quietly. If he hadn't been covered with a patched quilt, just looking at his appearance would have made people think they were seeing a golden boy.
Xu Jinyu frowned slightly and woke up amidst the chirping of cicadas. His pupils shrank in shock when he looked at the unfamiliar scene in front of him.
Just now, the young man in the dream who was quite similar to him, but said with an apologetic look that he wanted to entrust the most important person to him, had disappeared.
Xu Jinyu looked blankly at everything unfamiliar in front of him.
Soon afterwards, twelve years of memory penetrated his nerves like an invisible drill and were completely written into his brain.
Xu Jinyu had been ill for a long time and was very tolerant. He just carried it and accepted the memory of this body without a groan.
The experience of those twelve years should not have been much, but Xu Jinyu was surprised to find that this body should be the same as his original body, with the special ability of photographic memory, so it took him a long time to fully digest the memories of these twelve years.
As a child who grew up in the countryside, no matter how complicated the twelve years of memory are, they are mostly useless information.
Xu Jinyu pressed his forehead, peeled off the cocoons, and extracted effective information from it.
For example, the current body is the son of a farmer. In addition to having a missing father, he lives with his grandmother, mother, and older sisters.
A child who grew up among serious women.
However, country people are not used to children, and they did not raise the original owner as well as Jia Baoyu.
The most fortunate thing is that this body is different from Xu Jinyu's body that was tortured by illness and paralyzed in bed.
It's weak, but it can move freely!
Xu Jinyu was so excited that she wanted to get down to the ground, but unexpectedly, her limbs went limp and she fell back into the thick quilt.
Then, the heartburning hunger spread.
I don’t know how long it has been since the original person had eaten.
Xu Jinyu thought of this and tentatively made a little noise. Then immediately there was a burst of hurried footsteps. The next moment, the door curtain was lifted:
"Da Lang wakes up! Da Lang's mother! Da Lang wakes up!"
"Da Lang wakes up!"
"Brother wake up!"
Not long after, Mrs. Xu and little sister Dani crowded around Xu Jinyu's bed.
Xu Jinyu had a weak relationship with her parents in her previous life. Now she felt uncomfortable with the looks in their eyes. She just cleared her throat and called out in a low voice:
"Milk, eldest sister, little sister."
Before he finished speaking, the strong fragrance of rice hit his nostrils, and Xu Jinyu couldn't help but swallow.
Xu's mother came in with a bowl of steaming rice oil. Rice oil is the poor man's ginseng soup and a great tonic.
Xu Jinyu had never felt that her appetite was so strong at this moment, and she almost looked at the bowl of rice oil eagerly.
"You're hungry, eat quickly. Mom poured it into a bowl. It's just right, neither hot nor cold."
Mother Xu brought the bowl to Xu Jinyu with a kind look on her face. Xu Jinyu pursed her lips in embarrassment with her gentle eyes:
"Thank you, thank you, mother."
"Thank you, thank God if you can wake up! The doctor in town is also a master of two swords. He also said that Da Lang can't wake up, so I have to go to his door and swear a few times! Let him curse our Da Lang! "
Mother Xu said angrily, looking at the soft and beautiful woman, she opened her mouth like a firecracker.
Xu Jinyu used a spoon to put the warm rice oil into his mouth. The fragrant rice aroma and sticky texture made him addicted to it, and he finished the bowl of rice oil in a short time.
After eating a bowl of rice oil, Xu Jinyu felt that her heartburn was a little less intense, so she naturally held Xu's mother's hand:
"Mom, don't be angry, I'm much better now."
If it weren't for her weakness, Xu Jinyu would have walked around twice to show Xu's mother.
However, looking at Xu Jinyu's bright eyes, the huge stone in Xu's heart was relieved, and then she hugged Xu Jinyu and cried loudly:
"Okay, okay! Okay, okay! My Jinyu!"
Xu Jinyu was a little puzzled, but then, a vague memory slowly came back to her, as if she didn't want to think of it.
When Xu's mother cried, Dani also wept silently. The younger sister held Xu Jinyu's hand and sobbed:
"Brother, my little sister won't be greedy for your rice porridge anymore! My little sister won't eat sweets anymore. She will save money to buy medicine for her brother. Please don't leave our house, please!"
The little girl cried so hard that Xu's mother also cried heartbreakingly. Xu Jinyu's shoulders and sleeves were all wet.
Dani pulled Old Mrs. Xu's sleeve and gave a weak signal. Old Mrs. Xu sighed and finally asked:
"Da Lang, do you want to go back to the Marquis Mansion?"
Mrs. Xu looked at her grandson since she was a child seriously, but suddenly she felt that this child looked a little different from before.
Her eyebrows and eyebrows were still the same, but her dignified and dignified appearance made her look more and more like the young master from a wealthy family whom she had served in her early years.
Old Mrs. Xu only blamed this on the misunderstanding that that incident brought to her. She sighed in her heart and said nothing more.
When Xu's mother heard this, she also raised her head, waiting for Xu Jinyu's answer with tears in her eyes.
And when Xu Jinyu thought of the wrong child in the Marquis's memory, and the configuration of her family, she felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity——
Isn't this the cannon fodder family in a novel he read to change his mood?
According to the original text, after being recognized, he will be forced by his biological parents to be a gunman for the fake. After being squeezed out of the last value, he will die silently, becoming a silent stepping stone for the fake young master's Qingyun Road.
But if he remembered correctly, in the original text, the real young master was carried back to the Hou Mansion in a coma. It is said that the Hou Mansion paid a "heavy sum of money" for a doctor to revive him.
But after that, the Hou Mansion kept saying that his current relatives thought he was not good, so he left him to the Hou Mansion. The real young master was heartbroken because of this, and he was still young, so he had to live in the Hou Mansion.
But living there was not that easy. The real young master was not restored to his identity, but was placed in a side courtyard in the name of a distant relative.
The fake young master is still the high-ranking prince of the Hou family, but the real young master is bullied by his subordinates in every possible way in the cold side courtyard.
After the real young master showed his talents, he began to work hard and make wedding dresses for others.
And now...
It seemed that it was just before he was recognized.
He woke up before being recognized.
