Yufu.

When Childe came back, he was a little drunk, so he jumped over the wall and went straight to the study.

The door of Yufu is always tightly closed and rarely opened.

It was late at night, there was no one left and right, there was no sound in all directions, there were almost no lights, and it was so quiet.

It's always been like this, the dark night, the lifeless Yu Mansion.

Everything is changing, only Yu Fu remains the same, since the memory of the son, Yu Fu has been like this.

In the capital, there are two terrible places, one is the Jingzhao Prison in the city, and the other is the mass grave outside the city, people say so. But it does not include people from the Prime Minister's House. It is said that Yu Xiangfu, only the people of Yu Mansion know the real horror of Yu Mansion, in comparison, Jingzhao Prison is simply a paradise on earth, and the lonely souls and wild ghosts in the mass graves are as happy as immortals.

There is no reason to laugh, and no one will laugh for no reason, except for the mad and the foolish.

There is no excuse for crying, the subordinates of Yufu are the most idle subordinates in the world, everyone has enough food and clothing, and most of them have nothing to do.

I can't find anyone to talk to, it's very painful, there's nothing to do, it's even more uncomfortable, and what really makes people crazy is that every day, every night, is exactly the same life, boring, boring! For example, there is a family in the house, called Ye Luo, the young man is eighteen years old, his name is poetic, and he is full of vitality. That was before coming. After only half a year, Ye Luo felt that he had already lived to eighty-one, old-fashioned, about to do nothing, evil to live and die, unable to cry or laugh.

The job of leaf fall is to clean up the fallen leaves in the yard.

In autumn, the leaves fall. You can take the whole seat in the house every day. Every night. The number of leaves that fall is clearly calculated.

In winter, there is no leaf to sweep when the leaves fall, and there is only a lot of time to think about life.

What is the meaning of being alive?

Now, eighty-one-year-old Ye Luo finally figured out that the meaning of living is to live.

It's like everyone in the Prime Minister's House. Ye Luo also worships Xiang Ye very much, because such a day Yu Xiang Ye can actually have a good time, it can be said that he is happy in it, which is a supreme realm. This can only show one problem, that is, Yu Xiangye is a person who is even more boring and boring than such days. Of course, in the mansion, no one has ever seen Yu Xiangye laugh, and no one has ever seen Yu Xiangye cry. No one even said a word to Yu Xiangye, except for Fu Ye.

It's in the house. There is an allusion, that is, three sentences, two or two wines.

Even if it is Fu Ye, the only Fu Ye in the Prime Minister's Mansion who can talk to Xiang Ye, in a day, the master and servant will not talk more than three sentences together.

Generally speaking, Xiangye, something and something, how and how.

Xiangye will say, oh.

Or, um.

Otherwise, it will be a big event, and it will be urgent, such as someone hanging, the house is on fire, and so on.

Xiangye will nod, which means that you look at it.

So in Yu Mansion, the real person in charge is Fu Ye, Fu Ye is an old bat, shrewd and capable, discerning, even more terrible than Yu Xiangye! There was a maid in the mansion the year before last, named Hua Kai, Hua Kai couldn't stand this kind of tasteless life than the concubine in the cold palace, so he secretly got along with another family, Ding Ningcai. One came and went, got to the bed, tossed in the middle of the night, it was inevitable that there would be a movement, although the movement was not big, the two of them were careful to endure and endure, but they still heard it for Fu Ye. Fu Ye didn't actually do anything, he didn't even say a word, he just followed Yu Xiangye's instructions and watched it.

That is to say, from the first time to the last time, whenever Hua Kai and Ning Cai gasped and groped in the dark, there must be a black shadow, like a rat monster or a bat spirit, silently appearing outside the window, reflected on the miserable white window paper.

In other words, the flowers bloom and are warm, from beginning to end, they have not succeeded once.

Later, it was Ning Cai who went crazy first, and Ning Cai, who went crazy, burned himself to death with a fire one night, and finally experienced a real thrill!

The flowers bloomed and regretted it, and they committed suicide by hanging the beam.

After the attempt, after being rescued, to this day, whenever I see the moon at night, I will sing with tears.

I admit that it's all the moon's fault~~ The moonlight is too beautiful, you're too gentle~~

If there was no moon, Ning Cai would not have died.

You can't blame Fu Ye for this.

Den.

Fu Ye is scalding wine.

Yu Xiang was drinking.

Yu Xiang rarely goes home, but occasionally comes back and drinks a little wine.

No more, no less, just two or two wines.

Others can't see it, only Fu Ye really knows how tired Yu Xiang is, Yu Xiang's workload is a hundred times that of ordinary people, and the problems that Yu Xiang wants to think about are a thousand times that of ordinary people, Yu Xiang is in charge of the livelihood of tens of thousands of Li people in the Longjing Dynasty, and only Fu Ye really knows how much ability Yu Xiang has. Yu Xiang is not a person, but a god, or Yu Xiang is a large-scale computer, and Yu Xiang's mind is the central processing unit, with both left and right cores. Of course, for Yu Xiangqi, Fu Ye can't describe what if, Fu Ye only knows that this old machine that runs endlessly and never tires, sometimes needs a little lubricating oil.

It's two taels of wine, no more, no less, two taels is just right.

This is an ordinary night, as in the past, it is also a kind of happiness, at least Fu Ye is very satisfied.

But Murong Gongzi is back, and Murong Gongzi, who is even more rare to go home, is back, which makes Fu Ye extremely surprised: "Yo!"

Fu Ye's hand shook and sprinkled a drop of wine: "Master!"

Glancing at himself, Yu Xiang was sitting precariously, and Gu Jing did not wave: "Hmm." ”

That's three sentences.

After a while, Murong Gongzi pushed the door in, smiling and radiant, and shouted from the other side: "Daddy!"

Fu Ye's hand shook violently: "Ahh

spilled out, several drops of wine, fell on the table, dripping like tears: "Daddy!"

Murong Gongzi called again, and if there was no one around, he sat down immediately: "Fu Ye, come for me, I'll pour wine." ”

"Daddy a cup, Fu Ye a cup, first to Daddy. After respecting the blessed master-"Murong Gongzi sat on the ground. There were only two wine glasses on the table -

Daddy?

No. Yu Shen?

At this time, Fu Ye's head was already broken, and he said in his heart whether he had fallen into evil or seen a ghost, and he glanced at it again-

At this time, if the old man still has a little sense of humor, he will definitely say: I dare not be!

Yu Xiang is sitting in danger, and the ancient well is not wavering.

Yes, a machine. It's impossible to have a sense of humor, but I finally made an exception and said, "Ah Fu, you go." ”

Fu Ye stepped back.

Retreat to the door, eavesdropping, old eyes full of tears, and the whole body is trembling!

Fu Ye finally knew that tonight would never be dull, it would definitely be, an extremely unusual night!

Listen.

"Daddy, please use it. ”

......

"Daddy. You're always slow to use it. ”

......

"Daddy, my son knows. It's unfilial, this glass of wine, the right to make amends to my father-"

......

Silent for a while.

But through the crack in the door, in the faint candlelight, the unfilial son knelt on his knees, raised his arms and hands in worship—

I didn't see whether he had tears or not, Fu Ye was already in tears, and Yu Xiang was still indifferent, sitting upright and not moving.

Between father and son, how many years of estrangement has been formed, how many years of condensed ice, how can he give him a glass of water and wine, so easy to dismiss!

Then he knelt!

This is hate.

Half an hour passed.

An hour passed.

It has always been like this, there will be no miracles, if there is no Fu Ye, Murong Gongzi will kneel until dawn.

It's useless, Yu Xiang is Yu Xiang.

"Ahem, ahem!" Fu Ye coughed and knocked on the door: "Master, the wine and food are cold, the old slave takes it to the heat, heat, cough!"

The wine and food are cold, and the heart is also cold: "Ah Fu, go to sleep." ”

Yes, Fu Ye also knows that it is not good to listen secretly, but before that, the master never said Ah Fu.

This time.

Before this, Fu Ye had never disobeyed Xiang Ye's orders, but tonight, it was different.

Fu Ye just didn't leave, but knelt at the door, silently threatening, and confronted with silence to express his full support for that little bastard!

Another time.

Yu Xiang finally moved.

took the wine glass, drank a glass of wine, drank it slowly, and said, "Ah Fu, go to sleep." ”

Fu Ye got up and said goodbye.

Retreat to another bedroom, take off your shoes, get under the covers, and prick up your ears to eavesdrop—

Only a dozen steps apart, if a needle falls in the study, Fu Ye can hear it clearly: "Daddy...... Murong ...... Fang Jia...... Longjing Dynasty ...... The True Dragon Sect ......, "However, outside the city, that place is too noisy, and it is even more clear in the middle of the night, it is simply a mountain and a tsunami:"...... Fang Yin...... Not for him...... What a feeling...... Er has figured it out......" The voice is always in the ear, and it is only a few words, Fu Ye is so anxious that he can't do it, so at this time the world suddenly fell silent, and he heard Xiang Ye say slowly: "What did you say?

Fu Ye got up quietly, put on his shoes quietly, and went out quietly: "Interesting and interesting!

Sure enough, just quietly returning to the same place, Yu Xiangye was already laughing: "For the sake of the Fang family's son, to recognize the father of the Yu family, it is ridiculous, ridiculous!"

Yu Xiang was smiling, but Fu Ye could guarantee that there would be no smile on Yu Xiang's face!

"Yes and no. The little bastard was also smiling, and Fu Ye didn't need to look at it to know: "Knowing the son Mo Ruo's father, is this time hypocritical or sincere, how can Daddy not know?"

"Ah Fu, send off. ”

When Fu Ye heard this, he fled quickly!

In the room, there is the smartest father and son in the whole world, Fu Ye knows.

What Yu Xiangye recognizes will never change, and the only person in the world who can change him is Yu Murong, that little bastard!

Another time.

"Answered?"

"Nonsense!"

"What did you say?"

"No matter when, no matter what, as a father, he will live with his father and son. ”

"Father?"

"Yes, Father!"

"Tut-tut, it's amazing! How did you make a fool, no, you said that you moved the master? Tell Fu Ye about it, talk about it!"

"Quite simply, I coaxed him and told him that I would give him a hundred grandchildren. ”

"Huh?"

"Plus, a hundred granddaughters. ”

"Hey—"

"I'm gone, Fu Ye. ”

"Let's go, what are you going to do? This midnight three watches, according to me, it is better for you to stay today, and let Fu Ye serve you, you, hey, you little bastard!"

"Baby, bye-bye!"

If you are not a guest, you have to send it, this is a conversation between Fu Ye and Murong Gongzi at the gate.

Yu Xiangye, alone in the study, poured himself a drink.

After more than two taels of wine and three words, just for a daddy, the world changed.

There is no knowing father Mo Ruozi, only knowing the son Mo Ruofu, it was at that moment that Zuo Xiang Yu Shen finally made up his mind-

It's love.

There is no hate, only love, all hate comes from love, and Childe really shouldn't come this time.

And that's the biggest variable.

Not one of them. (To be continued......)