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The scenery in front of me is strange and familiar. Memories kept popping up in my mind.
Zhang Bingliang led Zhang Ying in front, but saw Zhang Ying turning into the corridor next to him. He was taken aback, and immediately chased after him and said, "Brother Ying, you should take the side road, you should take the main road in the middle."
Zhang Ying shook her head and said, "I remember this road, I used to walk it often."
His words made Zhang Bingliang turn pale and bow his head in silence.
The side road is the road taken by servants and sidelines. It is an overstepping behavior for them to take the big road.
That's right, Zhang Ying is a collateral descendant of a concubine, and he is not qualified to take the middle road. Zhang's family rules are strict, and in his memory, there is only the scene of that vague light holding his little hand and walking this road.
Zhang Ying strode forward along the scene in memory, Zhang Bingliang wanted to say something behind him, but in the end he kept his mouth shut, he could only follow Zhang Ying forward.
Zhang Ying is in front, and Zhang Bingliang is behind with a few servants. Turn east and west according to the route in memory, stop and stop. Turning east and west is to avoid the main road that only the host and guests can take. The pause is because there are hosts and guests passing by in front of them, and they must wait for them to pass before they can move on.
They are the young Zhang Ying and his mother whose face he can no longer remember. Every time she went out, the mother took the young Zhang Ying carefully through the huge Zhang family mansion.
At that time, Zhang Ying, apart from feeling the warmth from her mother's hands, everything else was strict and cold.
But today, Zhang Ying is standing here. He didn't move, and the other maids who were carrying fruit plates and teapots didn't dare to move either. They could only bow their heads and stay where they were, not daring to breathe.
Zhang Ying ignored them, but came to a remote courtyard according to his memory.
The mottled courtyard door has faded paint long ago, revealing the original wood color. The branches of the big tree in the courtyard protruded from the wall. Zhang Ying suddenly thought of this tree. It was a pear tree. The pears were small and sour, but they were one of the few snacks in his childhood.
Pushing open the courtyard door, a small courtyard appeared in front of Zhang Ying. In addition to the pear tree, there is also a small vegetable field, but there are no vegetables in it now.
Enter the only room, a simple bed, a table and a chair, nothing more.
"Do you still clean here often?" Zhang Bingliang was surprised when Zhang Ying's misty words came.
"Yes, my father told me not to touch anything here, just do ordinary sweeping." Zhang Bingliang said. Looking at it now, my father's actions are undoubtedly wise. Some things cannot be saved no matter how beautifully you whitewash them. It's better to keep it as it is and accept it calmly.
Memories gushed out of her mind like boiling water. Zhang Ying slept on this bed when she was a child, and her mother was sewing on the table and chairs. The dim oil lamp shone on her, casting a layer of dim light on her.
This is the most memorable picture in Zhang Ying's mind, and it is why the image of the mother is a yellow light and shadow.
When he was three years old, his mother died. He cried for a long time, fell asleep when he was tired from crying, and cried when he woke up. until a man brought him before a woman. That woman was Zhang Bingliang's mother, the owner of the backyard, and his original father's wife.
And Yuanzhen's biological mother was just a maid.
"Auntie, are you okay?" Zhang Ying said suddenly, Zhang Bingliang was startled by these words. He hesitated for a moment, but still said bravely: "Mother, everything is fine."
At this time, an old voice came from behind: "Don't hate your aunt, she raised you after your biological mother died, she doesn't owe you anything."
Zhang Ying looked back and saw an old man standing behind him being supported by a maid.
Memories rolled over, this person was the original body's father, the most ruthless person in memory. Although the aunt in my memory always had a stern face, she really didn't short of his food and clothing, and even let him participate in elementary school.
A concubine gives birth to a son, and the concubine dies, and the son adopts the wife. The woman must not be abused, and should be treated equally. ¡ª¡ªZhang¡¯s family training.
His father, Zhang Huaigong, the head of the Zhang family, was quick-witted and literary. When he was young, he studied and did not marry, but later married and took concubines. Being valued by the ruler of the country, he went out to be an official for many years, and became an official when he was old.
The mother is a maid, and it was this person who was appreciated by the adults, and I was lucky once when I was excited. Then he went out to be an official with the adults, he didn't know that he was hit by a gun.
Wait until the mother gives birth in October. He is still an official outside, without his presiding, even the concubinage ceremony could not be held. The Zhang family is a rigid family, and the two of them, the mother and the son, lived for three years without a name or distinction.
Until Zhang Ying was three years old, her mother??I heard that, after a little inquiring, he knew it was his own child. Otherwise, he wouldn't suddenly contact his son who hadn't been in contact for more than ten years.
This is very realistic, but there is no way. The Zhang family is not his own Zhang family, the Zhang family's family training requires him to take responsibility! For the sake of the family, he must bring this son back.
As long as his legitimate son is capable, he doesn't have to do this. I owe Zhang Yingliang a lot, and the family has not helped Zhang Ying in his practice. Apart from that little blood connection, why should Zhang Ying help him.
The Zhang family's poems and books are heirs, and the rules are the most important. It's breaking the rules to treat Zhang Ying like this, but his time is running out, so let him do this shameless thing.
Later, he took a scroll from the desk, and he said to Zhang Ying: "I don't know if you still remember your mother, this is the portrait I drew for her. I have a photographic memory of your father, and Dan Qing is quite good at it. , this portrait is a perfect one."
Zhang Ying was taken aback for a moment, and slowly unfolded the scroll. A girl with a sweet smile jumped out of the paper. There is also a little poem next to it.
``The sky is bright and bright, and the sky and the earth are late when you return. Reminiscing that the beautiful woman is there, the soul returns to weeping silently. ¡¯ (Remember this website URL: www.hlnovel.com