Rebirth of the dumb husband and wife

Chapter 32 Cousin

"When will your second master come back?"

The man sitting in the front hall tapped his toes impatiently, with thick eyebrows and thick lips, his skin tanned by the sun, and his yellow teeth exposed when he spoke, looking fierce.

"Second Master... The shop is busy, and he came back late." The

housekeeper did not dare to approach this man, who smelled of sweat all over his body.

"What about Song Jinshu? Why isn't he in the house." The

man put his legs on his knees as if no one else was there, digging his fingers through the cracks of his feet and reaching for the plum blossom cake on the plate.

The housekeeper endured it for a long time before saying that the plate of plum blossom cakes was reserved for the young master.

"The second master took the young master to the store together. Do you...do you want to go to the guest room and wait?"

"What are you going to do, I'll be waiting for him here! A married man and wife also ran outside with him, Do you want to be crazy about a man? I'm not afraid that someone on the street will take him back and make him a concubine, cut, a star." The

man didn't know what to think, the more he thought about it, the more he got angry, and finally he had the unfinished plum blossom cake in his hand. It was thrown to the ground, and it was crushed with his feet.

When Song Jinshu was carried off the horse by Yan Cheng, he heard scolding from the front hall, Song Jinshu's dismounting movement was stagnant, and he almost fell off the horse.

Yan Cheng put his arms around Song Jinshu and patted him on the back with some fear. He noticed Song Jinshu's strangeness, squeezed his palm and dragged him to the mansion.

When the man saw Song Jinshu coming in from the door, he quickly stood up from the chair.

It was only when Song Jinshu walked in front of him that he could see clearly that the skinny and shriveled little boy had grown into a beautiful and slender boy, with every frown and tuft in a style that he ignored.

The man's eyes were straightened, and the words on his lips were completely forgotten, and he just stared at the cinnabar mole between Song Jinshu's eyebrows.

If it weren't for the cinnabar mole, he wouldn't even recognize this person as Song Jinshu.

Seeing that he was staring at Song Jinshu, Yan Cheng frowned and pulled the man behind him to block him tightly, while raising his eyes and staring at the man, he asked the housekeeper.

"Why is everyone in the Yan Mansion? We are not an almshouse here. On the thirteenth of every month, officials will provide porridge."

Hearing Yan Cheng describe himself as a beggar, the man immediately raised his eyebrows and wanted to He went to pull Song Jinshu, but after being blocked by Yan Cheng, he had no choice but to withdraw his hand resentfully.

"This... Young Master said that he is my cousin's distant cousin."

Cousin?

Yan Cheng looked at the man up and down, the mud and stench all over his body, he couldn't see anything similar to Song Jinshu.

"What are you doing? He said it was his cousin, so you believed it? Where did the beggar come from, drive me out! When

the man didn't like it, he pointed at Song Jinshu's nose and shouted, "Song Jinshu, you little bitch." , Now that your cousin has come to rely on you, you actually want to drive your cousin out! "

I think if my parents didn't send rice to your family every month, your family would have died a long time ago. How could you stand here today and look at me!" "

Song Jinshu trembled at his roar, raised his eyes angrily and stared at him, his eyes flushed with tears.

Send rice?

If it weren't for the misa sent by their family, his father would not have been bedridden, and the burden of the whole family was on his mother, which eventually made her overworked and died.

"How dare you stare at me! When my parents said that I should marry you, I shouldn't refuse. I didn't expect you to change a lot in the past few years. Crying under me. You have been touched all over your body, how dare you marry someone? Does the second master of Yan's house know that you are dirty, eh?"

Yan Cheng kicked him to the ground with a cold face, and ordered The servants pressed him to the ground, tied his hands with twine and tied him to a post.

Song Jinshu was trembling with anger, his fingernails were pinched into his palms, and there was blood between his fingers.

When he was a child, his parents were busy on the farm and gave him to the second aunt to take him. The second aunt looked down on him and often beat and scolded him. Song Jinshu would be locked in the corner of the woodshed and cry every time he was beaten. Old cousin Huang Fugui saw it.

The children are ignorant, and Huang Fugui learned all the vulgar and filthy things in the countryside. When he saw the skinny little brother, he coaxed Song Jinshu to take off his clothes and lie on the floor of the firewood room on the grounds of taking medicine. whole body.

For the next ten days, Huang Fugui would coax him to look at the wound every time he saw him. Song Jinshu didn't understand it when he was a child, and when he grew up, every time he thought about it, he would feel nauseated.

How dare he mention this!

Song Jinshu turned his head to see Yan Cheng's reaction, but only saw Yan Cheng's somewhat cold back. The memory of being beaten and scolded when he was a child and being frivolous flooded into his mind in an instant. Fall aside.

As soon as Yan Cheng turned his head, he saw Song Jinshu falling down in front of him, and he quickly reached out to help him to prevent him from coming into close contact with the ground.

Song Jinshu pulled on his sleeve, his knuckles turned white with force, and the bloodshot between his fingers stung Yan Cheng's eyes.

Huang Fugui was still cursing and saying something. Song Jinshu had a burst of tinnitus and dizziness. He retched a few times but couldn't spit out anything.

Yan Cheng picked up the person, ordered the housekeeper to throw the person into the firewood room, and took the person away in stride, away from the chaotic front hall.

Huang Fugui's words are still lingering in his ears, even if it has been several years, when he thinks about it today, he can still feel a rough hand touching his skin.

Song Jinshu rubbed his body through the fabric, as if he could make those deep-rooted memories disappear, he continued this movement somewhat mechanically.

When Yan Cheng took him back to his room and put him on the bed, he found that the skin on the side of Song Jinshu's neck was rubbed red, and even red blood appeared.

He grabbed Song Jinshu's hand angrily, and tied his hand to the head of the bed with a cloth, preventing him from hurting himself again.

Song Jinshu mistakenly thought that Yan Cheng disliked him as dirty and didn't want to touch him again.

He struggled violently, and the pale blue blood vessels on his slender neck were clearly visible, like a dying swan raising its head with the last ounce of strength.

"No...not dirty, I, I, not dirty..."

Yan Cheng's eyes warmed, he hugged the person into his arms, and tried so hard as if he wanted to embed Song Jinshu into his body, the flesh and blood melted and the pain passed on. will never be separated again.

Although he didn't know the truth of the matter, he could roughly guess what kind of past it was.

When he thought that the skinny Song Jinshu was pressed to the ground and could only bite his lip and cry silently to accept the violation, his whole heart was broken.

Song Jinshu's faint sobbing sounded in his ears, Yan Cheng kissed Song Jinshu's earlobe over and over again, repeating the same sentence in his ear.

"It's not dirty, my brocade book is not dirty."