Just after breakfast, someone came to Tong Yan's yard. Who else could be there? Naturally, it was Yi Wei, who had not slept well all night.
She had known that she had a brother since she was a child, but she had never seen this man before she was eight years old.
She sometimes asks her mother: "Where is my brother? They all say I have a brother, but why have I never seen him?"
When she asked her for the first time, Mrs. Yi silently touched her head and seriously told her daughter, "Don't mention your brother in front of your father."
Xiao Yiwei didn't understand her mother's words. In fact, she rarely saw her father and couldn't talk to him. Occasionally when she met him, he would only ask one question and then leave, but she still nodded obediently: "Okay, I won't ask.
Father’s.”
She hung on her mother's neck and acted coquettishly, "Mother, mother, tell me whether my brother is good-looking or not. I heard them say that he is as beautiful as an immortal, very good-looking."
Listening to her daughter's coquettishness, Mrs. Yi recalled the cold and distant young man in her impression. The last time she saw him, the indifference on his face turned into sharp murderous intent.
He left home for a year before returning. At that time, the relationship between him and Yi's father was not so tense. Occasionally, he would see the two of them sitting and talking for a long time in the house.
That day, the father and son were talking in the study, and a servant hurried in to report that the wife's fetus was moving and she needed to receive a pot.
The atmosphere in the room suddenly dropped to freezing point with these words, and the oppressive momentum made the servant who reported the report kneel to the ground on the spot.
Neither of the two masters showed the slightest joy in being a father and brother.
"What do you mean?" The immortal-like young man's gaze passed over the servant like a cold blade, and finally turned to Yi's father, staring straight at the man who was much taller than him.
Yi's father looked ashamed and did not dare to look at him, so he ordered his servants to go out.
The servant scrambled out of the door as if running for his life. The moment he stepped out, the door was instantly closed, blocking the sunlight from entering.
"Let me ask you, what did he mean?" The young man was so angry that he stopped even shouting his honorific, and stared at him with red eyes, stubbornly trying to get an answer from him.
Yi's father closed his eyes. He couldn't hide the matter anymore. Although there was a reason, it was not his intention, but this move was indeed a betrayal of his mother.
"When I was little." Being plotted repeatedly by his relatives, Yi's father was a little embarrassed to speak out, but he didn't want his son to misunderstand him, blame him, hate him, and break up with him.
"She drugged me, and after I lost control... I touched her." Although I woke up quickly later, the situation had developed to an irreversible step.
"This is the only time, who would have thought that there is a baby in her belly. I can't stop my grandfather's order. He wants this baby to be born."
The immortal-like young man's eyes were red. He didn't want to hear an explanation. He only knew that the man in front of him had betrayed his mother with another woman. So what if he was drugged, so what if he had to, and what if it was just this one time!
It's all betrayal!
After a long time, he uttered a few words with killing intent: "I'm going to kill her!!"
However, the boy could not break out of the door. Yi's father felt guilty and painful, but he had to temporarily stop him. Mrs. Yi was giving birth, and he had promised in front of his grandfather that the child would be born smoothly.
The main courtyard suffered unprecedented heavy damage. Everyone in the Yi family knew that that afternoon, the two masters of their family fought hard. The spiritual shock affected countless people and almost destroyed the entire front yard building.
The fight continued into the night and ended until the young man was exhausted and knelt on the ground without any strength.
Not long after I stopped, it began to rain miserably in the sky. Amidst the sound of rain, a baby's cry broke through the silence of the night.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier. The young man knelt in the rain curtain and had no intention of getting up to escape. The same was true for the man who was accompanying him in the rain about a foot away.
Father Yi raised his head, and large drops of rain hit his eyes, making them swollen and red. No one could notice his red eyes under the cover of night.
His voice was low and hoarse, "Tomorrow, I will invite Qingqing into my Yi family's ancestral hall, will you come?"
Giving his beloved, his childhood mother, a formal title was one of the conditions he would give in to.
The stiff-bodied boy's lips trembled, and tears flowed down his cheeks along with the rain, "Mom doesn't care about this kind of thing, she hates these people with the surname Yi."
She would not be happy if she stayed with the Yi family's soul.
Father Yi closed his eyes, lowered his voice and said to himself, "It's okay, I care about her, she will always be my wife. She hated them, so I put her in my room,
Carry it with you and be with me at all times.”
The next day, the father and son invited the most important woman in their lives step by step into the Yi family ancestral hall.
The young man knelt in front of the memorial tablet and kowtowed three times solemnly. He stood up and broke into the courtyard where Mrs. Yi was sitting with a knife.
He was so murderous that no one dared to stop him along the way. In a short time, he broke into the stepmother's yard, broke in without politeness, and pointed the tip of the knife directly between Mrs. Yi's eyebrows.
At that time, Mrs. Yi was alone in her room holding her daughter. Facing the sudden intruder, she panicked for a moment, but quickly calmed down.
The sharp tip of the knife was less than a finger's distance from her face, but she was not afraid. She looked at the young man in front of her with complicated eyes.
"Kill me if you want." She didn't beg for mercy or defend herself. She just glanced at the daughter in her arms with nostalgia. Regardless of the sword pointed at her, she carefully placed the infant baby on the bed. She said, "Don't hurt my baby.
She is innocent and today is her first day in this world."
The day she agreed to conspire with Grandpa Yi, she had already made up her mind to die at any time. She was guilty, but the child was innocent.
The young man knew that he should stab the knife without hesitation at this moment, but perhaps the look in her eyes when she looked at the baby reminded him of his mother. He subconsciously followed Mrs. Yi's gaze and looked at the baby on the bed.
The baby, who was less than a day old, was not sleeping at the moment. Instead, she opened her eyes and tried to look at the boy's position. She grinned without noticing the danger at all and waved her soft little fists as if waving to someone.
Mrs. Yi was not dead, the baby was unharmed, the long knife was discarded on the ground, and finally the boy walked out of the backyard like a zombie.
This farce went on for nearly a quarter of an hour, and there were countless experts in the government, but no one took action to stop it or save anyone for such a long time.
It must be the person in power who speaks, are you betting that he won't take action in the end, or are you letting him vent his anger knowing that he will only kill the big one at most?
But no matter which guess it is, it is enough to show that Mrs. Yi is not important from beginning to end.
At this time, the young man's dark hair reached his waist. He suppressed all his emotions and left the Yi Mansion quietly like an isolated island. Yi's father stood behind him and looked at him, but he never looked back. There seemed to be still echoes in the air.
Following his words, he was determined and heart-wrenching.
"You are not worthy to be my father."
Soon, the young man asked the abbot to ordain him. He wanted to cut off his worldly ties and enter Buddhism forever. The head of the Yi family tried his best to stop him. After the abbot was in a dilemma, he finally put down the razor, said "Amitabha" and turned around to leave.
In front of the Buddha, the young man picked up the razor and ordained himself to become a monk. When the ceremony was over, the head of the Yi family came.
The young man raised his eyes and glanced at him lightly. There was no sadness, no joy, no love or hatred in his eyes. He said indifferently to Amitabha, "I have nothing to do with the Yi family anymore."
The tall figure of the Yi family master actually swayed at this moment, and he almost fell down due to unsteadiness.
When Yi Wei was seven years old, she finally understood that she and her brother were not born to the same mother.
That was when she asked innocently, "Will my brother like my sister?"
Mrs. Yi was silent again. At this time, Yi Wei already had a lot of little thoughts of her own. When her mother didn't answer, she pouted and said unhappily, "Doesn't my brother like Ah Wei?"
The spoiled little princess of the Yi family lost her temper and said angrily: "If my brother doesn't like me, then I don't want to like him either."
Mrs. Yi almost burst into tears when she heard this. There was no one in the family who was not interested in profit, and the most innocent one among them was the young man who was like an immortal.
She was full of debt and guilt towards him. Mrs. Yi touched the little girl's head and taught her, "Your brother is the best brother in the world. We Awei cannot hate him, we must be considerate of him, take care of him, and like him, you know?"
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The little girl half-understood the promise: "Okay, then I promise mother."
I still feel a little unhappy, why does my brother not like Awei?