The stepmother is very busy and has to take care of the housework. Father is very busy, he has been very busy.

He is well-behaved, quiet, out of trouble, reads, writes, eats, and sleeps.

Later, younger siblings were born. The already busy stepmother was even more busy, and gave him less patience and gentleness. But at that time, he had grown up, and he knew that his stepmother didn't have to care and love him so much. After all, he was not his own, and she had done her best not to persecute him.

Later, his brain was inexplicably dull, his memory became worse, he couldn't concentrate, and his reading became worse and worse. No matter how hard he tried, it was useless.

He had suspected that someone had manipulated his hands and feet, and secretly paid attention to it for a while, but no clues were found.

At the same time, the younger brothers and sisters gradually grew up, and each one became smarter and livelier, and Yuxue was more lovely. My father likes them very much, smiling every day, hugging them, teasing them, and teaching them.

There was silence for a long time, then he calmed down.

He accepts his mediocrity.

Later, Xijue had nothing to do with him, and he was not surprised. He is so mediocre in aptitude, and he is not loved by his father, how could he be a nobleman? He accepted all arrangements from his father, including getting a wife, including being distributed.

In fact, he wasn't unlucky because his wife was a nice girl.

Others thought her appearance was ordinary and her family background was ordinary, but he felt that his wife was born beautiful, and she should be angry and happy, and the more she looked, the better she looked. And his wife's lively temperament always brings him a lot of surprises, and he loves her very much.

He was going to be a father. Wanwan was giving birth, and he waited anxiously outside the delivery room, listening to the movement inside. For some reason, I think of my mother, thinking that it was so hard when my mother gave birth to him, right? It is a pity that she died too early, and he failed to be filial to her.

Just thinking about it, for some reason, the scene in front of him suddenly changed, and he inexplicably returned to his childhood.

He didn't know if he would go back, or when he would go back. He was worried about whether his wife could give birth smoothly, but he wanted to see his mother more.

He thought, if his mother didn't die of illness, how good would it be to live a few more years, live a few more years, until he grows up, gets a wife, and sees his children, children and grandchildren around their knees?

Just don't know what day is today?

He remembered that his mother's death day was March 15th. On this day, the father and mother had a fight, and then on this night, the mother died.

Thinking of this, Han'er resented her father. Why is he arguing with his mother? don't know that mother is seriously ill, and... is there not much time? If it was him, no matter how much Wanwan did, he was reluctant to quarrel with her.

He was immersed in his own thoughts, and gradually, the crying stopped. Shaoyin held the handkerchief and gently wiped his tears. Sipa slid across his face, woke him up, and hurriedly sat up: "Baby lost his temper."

Shaoyin smiled: "What's the gaffe? How come there are so many rules in a child's family?"

Han'er lowered her head, feeling very embarrassed. What kind of child, he is twenty one.

"Baby go wash your face." He used both hands and climbed down.

While the maid was wiping his face, he asked, "What day is it today?"

"March fifteenth." The maid replied.

With a "Boom" in Han'er's head, her face turned pale in shock, and her little body who had just cried uncontrollably shivered.

It's today, it's today!

He hurriedly pushed the maid away and turned back to Shaoyin's side. This time, regardless of the rules, he took off his shoes, climbed onto the soft couch, and sat down beside his mother, with a serious face and an expression like an enemy.

He wants to protect his mother.

Absolutely do not allow the father to be angry with the mother!

Shaoyin didn't know what he was thinking, but looking at his serious expression, after thinking for a while, he guessed it to some extent.

She pretended not to know, and asked the maid to bring some snacks for the child to eat. She didn't force him to sit next to her and let him go.

Immediately, he closed his eyes slightly and listened to Hui Hui's rebroadcast of the meeting between Qin Jinye and Xu Yaoyue.

Xu Yaoyue was very well behaved. When she saw Qin Jinye, she said, "Sister said that my brother-in-law might be injured, so he sent me to deliver medicine."

There was worry in her eyes, so obvious. The thin brows were frowning, and the innocent and beautiful face highlighted the worry in a sincere way, which made people's hearts soften when they saw it.

Qin Jinye took the medicine bottle and said, "It's just a minor injury, your sister is too worried."

He couldn't bear Xu Yaoyue's worry.

Injuries that are not minor are also referred to as "minor injuries".

Xu Yaoyue didn't believe it, but she obediently didn't ask, but said, "I hope my brother-in-law will not let me down, and it's better to take medicine as soon as possible."

Qin Jinye nodded.

"Then I'll step back." Xu Yaoyue said, bowing her head, turning around and retreating.

Qin Jinye held the medicine bottle and waited until her figure disappeared from sight before turning around and walking towards the inner room.

He called the servant in and gave him medicine.

He arrested King Qi Yudang and was stabbed in the back. He was hastily bandaged, but the injury was not shallow, and there was still blood oozing out, which made his wife aware of it.

Thinking of his wife's request to see the peach blossoms tomorrow, Qin Jinye was upset for a while.

She shouldn't go. She is not in good health and can't stand the bumps, so she shouldn't make such a willful request.

But rejecting her like this might be his last wish before he died, and it made his heart heavy and he couldn't afford it.

"Master Hou, the bandages are ready." The little servant stepped aside.

Qin Jinye got up and got dressed one by one.

"Go down," he said.

After the servant retired, he walked to the desk and sat down, studied ink, picked up a pen, and drew up a list of the remaining parties.

Five minutes later, he felt some discomfort on his back.

Ten minutes later, the wound on his back was unbearably sore.

He has always been good at forbearance, and at this time he has not yet moved to ask a doctor. Twenty minutes later, he couldn't help it anymore, and cold sweat was dripping on his forehead. He put the pen down heavily and shouted, "Come on!"