The Song family had a small number of members. Song Wende originally had a brother, but unfortunately he died before he reached adulthood. Song Qinghuan's generation only had a male like Song Youyu.
Song Youyu was born in Yun's family due to dystocia, and he has been very pampered since he was a child.
Mrs. Song could still treat Song Qinghuan calmly, but when she heard that something had happened to Song Youyu, the only Miao Miao, she immediately asked the maid to help her come out of the back hall: "What's going on? How come someone is carrying you back when you're so good?"
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He couldn't drink the tea anymore. Song Qinghuan stood up immediately and said, "Didn't you say that he went to have a drink with his friends?"
The boy who sent the message didn't know the inside story, so he only said: "I don't know, either. The eldest young master was sent back by the sixth young master of Uncle Cheng'en's family. I, my servant, I only saw that he was covered in blood..."
"What..." Mrs. Song was so anxious that she was dizzy: "What evil has been done?"
While they were talking, the person had already asked the maid to support him and walked out. Song Qinghuan hurriedly followed.
Song Youyu had a lot of friends, and every day either one wanted to drink or the other wanted to eat. Yesterday, he played out all night and returned home in the morning. Before leaving, he made an appointment with the second son of the Chen family to go to Xianglou for dinner at noon.
He slept all morning and was still yawning when he arrived at Xianglou. He also thought about going home to rest after dinner.
But who would have known that before anyone went to Xianglou, a group of people rushed out of the alley and started fighting without explanation.
Although Song Youyu was a declining young master of the Hou family, no one in Kyoto dared to beat someone upright like this.
He and his young boy, Junior Grade One, were no match for these people. He received a lot of punches and kicks, and was completely powerless to fight back.
The leader was a measured man, and when he saw that he was done, he said: "Mr. Chen, our young master said a few days ago that he has never been a kind person, and I advise you to think carefully before robbing him."
Song Youyu was beaten until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen. Hearing the bastard words this man said, he raised his head and cursed: "You blinded me, see if I am that piece of shit named Chen."
The man had to take a serious look and recognized him as Song Youyu. He didn't show the slightest trace of guilt and sneered, "Oh, he turns out to be the son of the Song family."
Then he said to his companion: "I hit the wrong person."
As soon as he finished speaking, the group of people dispersed again, leaving only Song Youyu and Chu Yi who couldn't stand up.
This incident happened downstairs in Xianglou, and it caused such a big commotion. Mr. Chen stood upstairs and had a clear view. He left through the back door in a hurry and didn't dare to stay for a moment longer.
Although those people just didn't say whose family they belonged to, there were a few people in Kyoto who could walk sideways. No matter whose family they belonged to, they could just run away.
As soon as Chen Er left, the other people who came to the banquet naturally dispersed in a swarm.
If Zhang Yunxing, who came to the Xianglou for dinner with his colleagues, hadn't seen him and sent Song Youyu back, the master and servant would not have known how to get back.
When Mrs. Song and Song Qinghuan arrived at Mozhuyuan, Xiaoyun had already arrived and was wiping her tears and asking the little maid to urge the doctor again.
On the first day of the new year, he knelt in the main hall and shivered. He failed to protect Song Youyu, which was why Song Youyu was injured like this. No matter what happened, his skin would probably never recover.
Mrs. Song entered the room and took a look at Song Youyu. She saw that he had his eyes closed and could not utter any words of reprimand. She could only feel furious and furious.
Grandma Sun asked Chu Yi about the whole story, and she spoke to Mrs. Song in a low voice, which made Mrs. Song very angry.
The doctor was dragged over in a hurry, and he carefully felt Song Youyu's pulse, and then checked the wounds on his body. He also looked at the danger and found that the injuries were not serious.
After sending the doctor away, Song Qinghuan asked the little maid to grab some medicine and boil it. Before she even entered the door, she heard Mrs. Song's chilling voice.
"There is only one Miaomiao in the Song family. In the future, he will be not only the supporter of the eldest girl, but also the supporter of the second girl. As a mother, you should teach your children strictly instead of being indulgent."
Xiaoyun's voice was very low, and she didn't know what she said. Song Qinghuan didn't hear clearly, but Mrs. Song continued: "I also understand that it is difficult to be a stepmother, and my stepson and stepdaughter cannot be beaten or scolded on weekdays.
No, but look at what you have taught your two children over the years."
"Those who know will say you are kind-hearted, and those who don't know will say you are flattering."
Mrs. Song has not cared about the big and small affairs of the house for many years. She must have endured it very much now before she said such harsh words.
Song Qingyan followed Song Qinghuan and listened to all these words. Her eyes were red with anger, and she bit her lip for a while and couldn't say a word.
Xiaoyun is a weak person. Even though she knows that she must treat her children well, she does not have the majesty of her mother.
Song Qinghuan glanced sideways at Song Qingyan, lowered his eyes, and retreated to the ear room.
Mrs. Song did not stay in Mozhu Residence for too long, and she still had an angry look on her face when she left.
Although Xiaoyun was scolded by her mother-in-law, she still took care of Song Youyu's eating of the same medicine and food in every detail.
Song Qinghuan entered the inner room and saw Song Youyu lying on the couch. Although his eyes were closed, his eyelids were rolling again and again. He smiled and moved his little spoon to sit beside the couch.
"Stop pretending, don't think you can get away by pretending to be faint."
Lying on the couch, Song Youyu's eyelids were still rolling, but he had no intention of opening them.
Song Qinghuan took a quick look and said, "You may not know that those people are not good, but I don't know why you want to be so close to them."
"It turns out that when you were a kid, didn't you admire your uncles a lot? You even said that you would become a man as upright as your uncles in the future."
Song Youyu's dizziness was indeed feigned. He didn't want to pay attention to Song Qinghuan's words. Maybe he was feeling unfair inside. After a long time, he snorted coldly: "Sister, why are you talking about me? How can you be so good?"
Song Qinghuan was choked by what he said and couldn't find the words to argue for a while.
It turns out that Song Qinghuan is a selfish person.
Song Youyu said again: "I know you want to tell me that I am the only child in the family, and I will be the pillar of the family in the future. I should make progress, study hard, obtain fame, and honor my ancestors."
He turned over and sat up. Maybe it was a wound on his body. He couldn't help but take a breath in pain, but he was still angry: "Why do you want me to make progress if you don't make progress?"
"Forcing me to study, forcing me to shoulder the honor and disgrace of the family, but aren't you all part of the Song family? Why can my father spend all day playing those things that he thinks are arty? Could it be that this family is still in ruins?
Is it in my hand?"
Song Youyu was not that old, and he did not have the high-spiritedness of a young man, but more resentment and rebellion.
Song Qinghuan lowered her eyes. It turned out that she had always thought that Song Youyu was a young man who wanted to play, and she had invited those **** buddies outside to lead him astray.
But today I realized that he probably knew how heavy his burden was from the beginning.
