For three days in a row, the villa was very lively again, just because Young Master Shen went back through the gate of hell once again.

Shen Qingxuan, who was in the hustle and bustle, wore a white crescent robe, sat on a chair and smiled, happily accepting the words of concern from all parties, nodding and listening, being humble and polite, with a refined and elegant manner.

The pity was provoked again, and they all said that this is such a good boy, but fate is so tricky.

Shen Qingxuan's sympathy for these words has been trained in copper skin and iron bones. Hearing it in his ears, it doesn't hurt or itch. But it touched Shen's mother's mind on the side, and she burst into tears several times. She was afraid that Shen Qingxuan would feel even more sad when she saw it, so she quickly turned her head away to wipe her tears.

How could she avoid Shen Qingxuan's sharp eyes with these actions, but mother and son were connected, Shen Qingxuan knew what she was thinking, so he pretended not to see it and turned his eyes to others.

When the banquet started, Shen Qingxuan let the maid push away from the table. Everyone knew that Shen Qingxuan was weak, not good at drinking, and was recovering from a serious illness, and he couldn't accompany customers to work hard.

Shen Qingxuan returned to the room, listened to the noise outside through the window lattice, and sneered to himself. don't know how many times this kind of banquet has been held, and don't know how many times will be held in the future. Who knows?

Even if Yimo helped him and made him no different from ordinary people after a year, he didn't know what kind of hardships he would suffer in the future.

Feng shui turns, things are impermanent.

After being rescued from the ice cave, Shen Qingxuan realized the meaning of the eight words that his father often recited in his mouth.

Who would have thought that the gentle and tactful, shy and timid Xiaojiabiyu who had been married to the Shen family for three years—the second mother who loved him so much in the past would almost kill him?

Never thought about it.

Even when think about it now, after so many years, still feel the pain of being betrayed by a loved one.

In the middle of a trance, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps in the courtyard. The footsteps were extremely brisk, with urgency, and the unique accent of official boots. Shen Qingxuan's dark eyes lit up slightly, and the smile that always hung on his face also revealed a bit of sincerity.

"Brother!" The door was suddenly pushed open, causing a little dust to flow in. The sun shone in from the outside, and a clear-eyed face appeared in the dance of the dust. Because it was a family meeting, that heroic face was full of vigour. Some of the recklessness of children.

Seeing his elder brother sitting on the chair and looking at him with a smile, the young man was also embarrassed for a moment. He hurriedly retracted his hand and regained his composure before he saluted, "Brother."

Shen Qingxuan beckoned and called the person to his side, then grabbed his hand and pulled the tall body down, flicked his fingers on the other's forehead, and said silently, "I thought you've grown a little bit. Why is it so rambunctious.

Shen Zhen understood his brother's lips since he was a child, and quickly rubbed his forehead, which was not painful or itchy, and hummed, "I want to be more subtle, because I'm afraid that you will be fooled into not recognizing my brother."

Shen Qingxuan laughed when he heard the words, stroked the neat bundle of hair on the crown, and asked, "Why do you have time to see me today?"

"My brother is just recovering from a serious illness, how can I not come to see him?" Shen Zhen squatted down, put one hand on his brother's leg, and leaned in front of him to act like a child, like a relative with blood thicker than water between his brows and eyes. The trust and attachment that only existed in the past, Shen Qingxuan looked at the face that looked like a second mother, and felt calm in his heart, he really couldn't hold any hatred for this face that had been crooked beside him since he was a child.

Even if he knew that he was reduced to where he is today, it was all because of this person.

The second son of the Shen family, who had just turned one year old that year.

Master Shen once put his eldest son in one hand and the second son, who was still in swaddling clothes and was sleeping soundly, sucking his thumb in the other. In front of the two ladies, he said proudly, "In the future, my eldest son will honor the lintel of my Shen family, and I will pay respect to the prime minister. . In the future, I will wait until I get old, and I will depend on this little guy for my retirement. In this way, my Shen family is complete.

The hope in the words all fell on Shen Qingxuan, who was only seven years old.

He only saw the intelligence of the eldest son, and calculated the lintel of the Shen family, but he never saw the smiles of the two ladies in front of him. The smiles on one of their faces contained a lot of unwillingness and grievances.

Why, just because he is the second son, end up in captivity at home, with a lifeless future?

The woman's thinking was narrow, and she didn't think about it at the time. Everyone has their own destiny. If her son is really good, how could Master Shen ignore his future. It's just that when he's elated, he's just talking. She took it for real. The evil intentions have caused Shen Qingxuan's life.

When she finally figured it out, the big mistake had already been made.

Patting the back of the young man lying on his knees, Shen Qingxuan looked at him and said, "After entering the official position, the sword and spear will fall, right?"

Shen Zhen hurriedly shook his head: "What's the matter, brother doesn't believe that we'll go to the courtyard, I'll show you the dance."

Shen Qingxuan nodded with a smile, Shen Zhen quickly got up and pushed him, the two brothers walked out of the door and stopped in the open space in the courtyard.

Shen Zhen took a long stick, played a trick, and said with the stick: "Brother, watch it, my brother will play a stick for you."

Shen Qingxuan still smiled, smiling happily.

Seeing this, Shen Zhen also grinned, and the wooden stick in his hand swam like a snake. When he danced, the wind whistled, the dust splashed, the light and shadow blurred, and when it hit the ground, it made a dull sound, and the loess surface appeared. The tunnel is as powerful as a thousand fingers.

Shen Qingxuan was fascinated when he saw it, until he finished playing a set of stick skills, he quickly clapped his hands, and did not hide his approval at all.

After being praised by his brother, Shen Zhen became more and more complacent. He lost his stick, took a long spear, and showed Shen Qingxuan a set of marksmanship.

The two brothers were in the courtyard, one played for the other, and it was not until the sunset of the red sun that Shen Qingxuan signaled to stop and asked someone to bring wet wipes and hot tea.

Shen Zhen gulped down a cup of tea, wiped the sweat from his face, and moved closer to Shen Qingxuan, saying, "Brother, do you have any advice?"

Shen Qingxuan glanced at him: What should I teach you?

Shen Zhen chuckled: "Brother, don't come here, Dad said that you liked dancing with guns and sticks when you were young, and secretly stabbed the bird's nest with the martial master's halberd, which caused the master to get angry. Do you dare to admit it?"

When Shen Qingxuan heard the words and recalled, he vaguely recalled some, but could not remember the more specific experience.

If Shen Zhen didn't mention these old things, Shen Qingxuan would not be able to remember them. Even if Shen Zhen mentioned it at this moment, he still couldn't remember it.

Occasionally a fragment flashed through my mind, but I didn't feel that it happened to me.

Those past events, in a trance, were in the past life or more long ago, and were turned into a brittle piece of paper by the yellowing time, which shattered when touched.

incomplete.

Shen Qingxuan's expression became slightly gloomy.

Shen Zhen knew that he had said something wrong, so he quickly changed the subject, took Shen Qingxuan's hand on his lap, and said excitedly: "Brother, I rarely go up the mountain once, and I've been tired for half a day. You can play chess with me. ."

Shen Qingxuan raised his mind and said, "What should do if lose?"

Shen Zhen rubbed his forehead and whispered into his brother's ear: "Old?"

Shen Qingxuan was also delighted, nodded in agreement, and the two returned to the room.

The tea and snacks were all brought into the room by the servant. After preparing everything, Shen Zhen closed the doors and windows tightly, and checked whether they were closed tightly, as if he was afraid of being discovered, with a guilty expression. Shen Qingxuan laughed sullenly when he saw it.

The soft seats were spread out on the couch, and the two of them sat opposite each other. Shen Qingxuan wiped the chessboard again, took out the black and white chess pieces, and asked: The old way?

Shen Zhen nodded hurriedly, as if he was afraid that he would go back on his words, he grabbed Heizi to lose one, then another, and then another.

At the beginning of the chess game, he grabbed the black piece first, and then dropped the third piece first.

Shen Qingxuan raised his eyebrows, looked at him for a while, and silently scolded: "I really haven't improved.

Shen Zhen quickly refuted: "You are the elder brother. You are seven years older than me, so I should have been the seventh son. Now you are only the third son, and the growth is not small."

Shen Qingxuan was obsessed with Bai Zi falling and ignored him.

Shen Zhen also calmed down, watching the chess game and playing seriously.

Shen Zhen took advantage first, and in a stick of incense, he killed the chess game in such an unpredictable and unpredictable manner that the peaks stood out, and he surrounded and suppressed Shen Qingxuan's white stones, which was quite proud.

However, Shen Qingxuan didn't raise his head, he just kept his head down. In the time of two incense sticks, Shen Zhen's sharp peaks and corners were completely cut off. Bai Zi was more like a raptor entrenched in the mountains, ready to go. In this game, Jiangshan wins and hands.

"Brother," Shen Zhen wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and said hurriedly, "Brother is well-mannered, his methods are ruthless, and he is in a good mood. If older brother enters the official position, where will there be a younger brother's position..."

Shen Qingxuan smiled, turned to take the pen on the side, dipped it in ink, and then slowly said: Don't flatter, raise your face.

Shen Zhen quickly closed his mouth and handed his face over bitterly.

For a moment, a large crawling tortoise appeared on that handsome face.

Shen Zhen jumped to the bed, picked up the mirror and took a picture, and sighed: "The more I flatter me, the more vivid the tortoise is. It can be seen that the flattery still needs to be beaten, especially my brother's flattery."

Shen Qingxuan patted the chessboard impatiently and said: Come again.

Shen Zhen had to sit back again, carefully checking the window for leaks, so as not to let outsiders look at it. That would be a shame.

Until dinner time in the evening, the two still closed the doors and windows and refused to come out. The servants were waiting outside, and no food was allowed inside, which finally alarmed Master Shen.

When Master Shen heard that his sons refused to eat, he hurried over, stood outside the door and asked, "What happened to you?"

After a while, Shen Zhen's voice came from inside the room: "Dad, I'm playing with my brother."

Master Shen was stunned for a moment, then a strange expression appeared on his face, he stood for a moment, waved his hands to drive away the servants, "You go down first, warm the food, and bring it back in an hour."

After driving the people away, Master Shen leaned against the door and whispered, "Xuan'er, let Daddy come in and take a look."

There was a sudden fuss and panic in the door, and the old man Shen was waiting. Sure enough, the younger son couldn't screw the eldest son, and Shen Qingxuan pushed the wheelchair to open the door.

After entering the door and taking a look, Master Shen walked towards the screen, still in a kind voice: "Come out and let Dad take a look."

There was silence behind the screen.

"Don't act like a big girl, come out and let Dad see." Master Shen continued to coax.

Shen Zhen couldn't survive.

Shen Qingxuan closed the door again and went over to knock down the screen. Shen Zhen didn't expect his brother to come, and he couldn't hide, so he instinctively supported the screen that was about to fall and flashed out.

At this moment, Master Shen had already seen the picture he wanted to see, and he quickly suppressed the "puff" sound, his beard trembling.

Shen Qingxuan also lowered his face, his shoulders kept shrugging, it was obvious that he was holding back.

Shen Zhen stood there, his face full of tortoises crawling, standing or rolling, but he didn't let go of his ears. A tiny tortoise on each earlobe was stretching his neck and kicking his legs.

Master Shen covered his stomach and pointed at Shen Qingxuan with trembling fingers, unable to speak: "You, you... your brother, really no, no, no... like words."

Shen Qingxuan immediately raised his head, his bright black eyes looked at his father without blinking.

The father and son looked at each other for a moment, then suddenly turned their faces away suddenly, one opened his mouth and laughed silently, and the other almost died of laughter.

Shen Zhen shouted angrily at first that the two of them were not allowed to laugh again. Later, when I saw that none of them could stop, they bowed their waists and covered their chests, couldn't breathe with laughter, and were so frightened that they didn't care about their shame, so they ran over and patted one on the back to help Shunqi. Laugh out sick.

Little did he know that his brother and father, when they turned their heads and saw the big face full of anxiety, couldn't stop even if they wanted to.

Shen Qingxuan almost laughed out loud several times, so he bit the tip of his tongue and swallowed the sound that rolled into his throat.

Joy and joy are very hard work.

In the past twenty years, there has been no hard time.