"Actually, when I was young, I didn't think it was so sad to not have a mother."
Ning Junwu suddenly began to speak, his voice was flat, as if he was talking about other people's affairs: "Because, other children don't I don’t spend much time with my mother.”
Wherever there are people, there will naturally be comparisons, and the world of children is no exception.
From a certain point of view, the fact that the clan children are rarely around their parents is a relatively good thing for Ning Junwu, who lost his mother since childhood.
"We, the clan members, have many people around us.
The older nuns, the maids who are most afraid of you falling, will only play with the young boys around the same age, and there are also some people who come inexplicably."
As Ning Junwu spoke, he probably thought of some of the people around him, and a slight smile appeared on his lips: "I'm not lonely at all."
"As for my parents greeting me in the morning and evening, and sometimes we just have dinner together.
The difference between me and others is that I only need to greet my father, while their parents also greet me."
"If I say this, do you think I'm unfilial?"
Ning Junwu suddenly stopped talking and stopped, turned around and asked Xia Xiaodong seriously.
"No."
Xia Xiaodong shook his head naturally.
Family affection certainly has the element of blood ties in it, but more importantly, it grows out of companionship.
Why are fathers, sons, and brothers killing each other when they are fighting for imperial power?
The important reason why power is so fascinating is that the royal family relationship is unique.
The emperor may not even remember how many sons he has.
Some children have never been hugged.
Without the intimacy, games, companionship, and guidance from childhood, where do the feelings come from?
"You really think it's okay?"
Ning Junwu's eyes were more serious than ever.
It seems that he really values his views on this issue.
Xia Xiaodong looked back equally seriously: "How old were you when your mother passed away?"
"Less than a year old."
"That means you actually don't have any memory of your mother."
"Well, yes."
"Then don't you think that it would be wrong if you have deep feelings for your mother?"
Xia Xiaodong's voice was as cold as the first snow, with some kind of cruel reason: "Even if you have any feelings of admiration for your mother, in fact, It’s just about the identity of your mother, not your real mother.
Because you don’t remember her as a person at all.
This has nothing to do with filial piety or unfilial piety.”
Ning Junwu stood there, neither speaking nor moving for a long time, not even blinking, just looking at the girl in front of him.
No one had ever spoken to him like this.
In other words, it's not just him, he has never seen anyone talk like this.
It's as if they are expressing completely different understandings from completely different perspectives.
There are always different people saying the same thing to him at different times.
You must remember your mother and avenge her, otherwise, it is unfilial.
However, how to miss a mother who has no memory at all, how to hate someone who does not know who she is, is not an easy task no matter in the past or now.
Finally, someone said that this has nothing to do with filial piety or unfilial piety.
At this moment, somewhere, a seed sprouted, branched out, and began to grow silently but rapidly.
"When I was seven years old, I fell on the ice in the winter, broke my mouth, and lost two front teeth."
Ning Junwu finally looked away and suddenly talked about something else: "Actually, those two teeth The teeth are already a little loose and need to be replaced.”
"Later, all the maids and servants who followed me were beaten and kicked out of the house."
Ning Junwu suddenly paused: "That day, Grandma Liu, um, she was my mother's nanny, a very old woman A very decent grandma.
She mentioned my mother to me for the first time that day.”
"You have to be careful about the most poisonous woman's heart, and don't let others harm her."
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Ning Junwu's voice was filled with a certain resentment and viciousness, obviously repeating the words of Grandma Liu.
Ning Junwu and Xia Xiaodong walked side by side, crossing Tianbei Street, walking through Lisu Lane, walking around a sudden urban village, and then embarked on an unknown bluestone road.
Mumu, who was following far behind, was walking so hard that he couldn't figure out where the girl was looking and why she hadn't found her after walking for so long.
Although she was Mumu, she knew that she could not go forward and ask under any circumstances.
Was that person who suddenly appeared the girl's future husband?
Mumu felt happy for the girl.
That man's back was so tall and straight, his walking posture was so good-looking, a few words floated over occasionally when the wind was blowing, and his voice was so clear and sweet.
Moreover, he has been accompanying the girl to find that unknown place for so long, so he must be a patient and good-tempered person.
The one who is truly patient is Xia Xiaodong.
Most of the time, it was Ning Junwu who was talking.
There are all kinds of things, including weird incidents involving human life, accidents of various sizes with known or unknown causes, and childhood fun stories as small as shooting birds with a slingshot, and of course, there are also stories learned from various people. , the death of Princess Yan that year.
Ning Junwu didn't know what was wrong with him.
He suddenly seemed to be unable to control his mouth or his heart, so he just started talking whatever he wanted.
Maybe it's because of the unusually calm attitude of the girl next to him, maybe it's because of the makeup that is deliberately made to make people look ugly, maybe it's because of the attitude of listening carefully in those water-cut eyes, maybe it has nothing to do with any of these, it's just the wind.
The autumn mood is just relaxing.
By the time we returned to Tianbei Street, the sun had lazily slid down the hillside, leaving only half of the sky filled with burning clouds.
Ning Junwu suddenly realized that his voice had become hoarse as he spoke.
He suddenly stopped and could no longer say a word.
Xia Xiaodong looked at Ning Junwu, whose lips were slightly dry, and blinked lightly.
Knowing that now was not the time to continue the discussion, he lowered his head and whispered: "I understand the situation.
Well, let's talk about it next time we meet.
Now.
I have to go back."
Although there is a lot of freedom in Moxiangyuan, it is always inappropriate to stay outside after dark.
Ning Junwu nodded.
Xia Xiaodong looked around, as if looking for something.
Archi drove the carriage and suddenly magically appeared behind Xia Xiaodong.
Mumu looked at the girl and then at the carriage, a little undecided, but after Archie waved to her, he got in the carriage first.
Xia Xiaodong turned around and prepared to board the car and leave.
Her hand was grabbed.
Ning Junwu's hands were dry and strong, and his slender fingers were not smooth, with a comfortable roughness.
Xia Xiaodong turned her head to look, and her eyes naturally met the other pair of eyes waiting for her.
Ning Junwu smiled at her and said two words silently.
"make a deal
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