沈玨推開院門，看見了坐在窗下的父親，以及一窗之隔的季玖。
兩人隔著一扇窗戶，各自曬太陽和處理事務。沈玨抬起眼先望瞭望天，天空湛藍，四月已經春回大地，午後的陽光靜謐而溫柔，吹過庭院的風撫在臉上，沒有了嚴冬的寒厲。一切看起來都很好。
沈玨不想打擾他們，輕聲地關了院門，朝自己的小屋走去。卻被閉著眼一直都未睜開的伊墨叫住。
伊墨說：“過來。”
十足的喚自家兒子的語氣，哪裡還有一百多年前因為嫌惡狼崽子的騷氣，扔到椅上的疏離。最不喜人情世故的妖，也被時光打磨成了合格的父親。
季玖歪過頭，望著窗下的父子兩人，也不干涉。只是不知道伊墨叫他做什麼，如果是問昨夜的事，季玖覺得有些不太好。再怎樣，這都是沈玨的私事，無論那個人是不是皇帝。
沈玨站在伊墨面前，恭敬的很，喚了一聲：“父親。”又看向季玖，說：“爹。”
季玖讓他這麼兩聲一喚，心裡著實升起仿佛兩口子訓孩子的感覺，頓時尷尬，只好應了聲，低頭攥著筆續寫未完的書信，裝作忙碌。
伊墨睜開眼，望著沈玨，端詳片刻後問：“好？”懶到連問話都只吐一個字。
沈玨知道他問的是什麼，臉皮上熱了熱，低頭回了兩個字：“挺好。”
這一問一答，包容了太多不足為外人道的東西，蘊意深遠，連窗內的季玖都紅了耳根。風月之事，向來是秘事，床幃一方小天地裡的隱秘，自知即可，哪有這樣光天化日之下談論的？儘管他們說得足夠含蓄，卻也依然有三分露骨，反倒是因為故意的含蓄，那露骨之處，就越發鮮明起來。
偏偏伊墨沒有一絲自覺，還在問詢，問小寶：“他願意？”
小寶的臉又紅兩分，等了等才道：“他要一人一次，我沒答應。”
伊墨哧了聲，一副早預料的模樣，沈玨被他一聲“哧”的臉上徹徹底底紅了，全無昨夜的冷靜與沉著，只是個站在家長前被詢問的孩子。
一如那年元宵夜，沈清軒指著胖墩墩的泥塑小狗兒取笑他，伊墨在一旁的那句：在長輩面前你就是這個。
一語成讖。
屋內季玖突然插過一句話來，解救了他，說：“夠了。”
伊墨看向窗內，對上季玖視線，分明從他眼裡看出四個字：為老不尊。這事也是你該打聽的？
老蛇只好收起那分揶揄心思，端莊地揮了揮手，對沈玨道：“去歇著吧。”
一句話又惹得沈玨窘迫起來，歇什麼歇，你才歇著呢。
經了這麼多事，沈玨總算明白，要父親改了這些壞心眼，純屬譫妄。愈是親近之人，這老妖怪的壞心眼就愈多愈倡狂，幸好他爹極少與他同流合污。
正慶倖著，卻聽季玖一句：“去歇息吧，今日不用做家務。”
“極少”不等於“從不”，沈玨通紅著一張臉，回自己房裡去了。
季玖原是真正關心的，但是等話說完，才回味到自己也是帶了促狹心思，正懊惱著，卻收到伊墨暗藏笑意的一瞥，季玖連忙咳了一聲，重新轉過頭，繼續寫信。
晚間，也不知伊墨在弄什麼，空氣泛起一股股香氣，季玖放下筆，循著氣味一直找到廚房的灶上，伊墨正一手撐著額頭，坐在小凳上鼓搗灶裡火苗。
季玖問：“這是什麼？”一邊問著，一邊乾脆揭起了鍋蓋。
原以為這妖要做晚飯，季玖還有些驚訝，妖也會做飯嗎？結果一揭開蓋子，季玖臉上就黑了。
雖然妻子生產時自己並不在家，可季玖只看一眼，也知道那是什麼粥。
這老蛇！存心是讓沈玨不好過。
季玖說：“你消停點吧。”
伊墨抬起眼，道：“不是給他的。”
“嗯？”季玖呆了呆，想了片刻才反應過來，頓時腦中亂了套，“你要給……”皇帝？
伊墨揚起眉，笑了一下道：“不能嗎？”
季玖怎麼也沒想到，這一份“月子粥”是給皇帝準備的。這蛇——季玖無話可說。
站了片刻，季玖取過勺，一邊攪著鍋裡的粥一邊淡淡道：“雖然有了中意的人，沈玨也不會為他舍了自己父親，平白做這麼孩子氣的事，也不怕叫人笑話。”略頓，補上一句道：“你這生的是哪門子氣。”
心思叫人戳破了，老蛇臉上不見分毫羞慚之色，倒是坦蕩得很，道：“我高興。”他就樂意做這般孩子氣的事，怎麼著？
季玖其實也能想得到，養了這麼多年的孩子與別人好了，作為父親，心裡一定是有些情緒的。只是他之前並不知道，這一份無血緣的親情，能將這老妖怪羈絆的這般深，深到連這種幼稚可笑的事都做得出來。
想了想，季玖蹲下身與他面對著面，眯起眼道：“你想讓皇帝難堪？我瞭解他，就這一碗粥辦不到的。”
伊墨來了興致，問：“還要如何？”
“讓我親自送去，叫他喊我一聲爹。”季玖的眼睛徹底眯成了弧狀，問：“如何？”
伊墨被他這般打岔，心裡的不鬱也消散了許多，聞言搖了搖頭：“不若你我一起去。”
季玖拿著鐵勺敲在他腦袋上，“蹬鼻子上臉！”好心與他開懷，還得寸進尺了。
最後那鍋粥，被他們倒了。倒粥的時候，沈玨出來，站在兩人旁邊，望著那鍋紅紅的補身的粥，在夜色裡熱著臉頰道：“要丟也是你們丟下我。”
說的甚是真誠，以及委屈。
季玖想到短命的沈清軒，望他一眼，也就不說話了。相處時間越長，那些硬話就越說不出口，眼前兩人都是妖，卻不知比他見過的人，情深意重多少。
每每想到這裡，季玖就不由自主的感到沈清軒造孽。又覺得，那個人雖纏綿病榻半生，卻又何其有幸。
伊墨倒了粥，提著鍋卻說了一句：“你遲早都會被丟下的。”
小寶輕易就被他一句話傷了心，低頭不吭聲。
季玖看不過眼，嘴皮利索的道：“你也就現在得便宜賣乖，剛剛氣鼓鼓熬粥要去得罪皇帝的人也不知道是誰。兒子還沒被搶走便是這模樣，要真被搶走了，你還不得要去沈清軒墓裡抱著白骨哭一場？”
一番話，說的父子兩個臉色各異，各有各的精彩。
季玖跟沒事人一樣，轉身回房了。
留下伊墨望著他的背影，與沈玨道：“他怎麼這般不饒人？”
小寶記著他剛剛傷自己的事，說道：“前世慣著你，今生不慣了。”說著邁步就走，儼然一副要把父親拋下的氣勢。
走了不足十步，又折回身，拉著伊墨長袖，給拽回去了。
又一次在季玖面前吃癟，這夜伊墨開始認真考慮，是不是真的讓上一世的沈清軒慣壞了，總是為所欲為，卻從未被沈清軒說過什麼，連一句埋怨都沒有，所給的都是包容與忍耐。
可惜這樣的反省根本沒持續多久，在季玖上榻後，他又不顧別人意願的躺過去，將人禁錮住，抱進自己懷裡。
日子就這麼不徐不疾的過，季玖的承諾都在兌現，只要伊墨不過分，他都由著他。對沈玨，也仿佛對待自己的孩子，總是護著的時候多。
有時沈玨被伊墨欺負得狠了，實在看不過眼，也上去幫忙。
日子過得風平浪靜。
他就這樣平靜的接受了自己是沈清軒的轉世，平靜的接受了這兩個妖對自己的依戀，雖然這份依戀沖著沈清軒而非季玖。
明知這一點，他也平靜的給出自己的珍視。甚至願意放棄曾經的仇憤。
既是替沈清軒償還，也是自己做人的底線。
他雖是薄情之人，卻不寡恩。
槐花開放的季節很快到來，山林田野，幾十顆上百顆槐樹都結了白色的一串串的槐花，掛滿了枝頭，季家祖墳邊上的幾棵槐樹長的尤為粗壯高大，直沖雲霄，遠遠就能看到滿樹白玉。
季玖這天清晨帶上沈玨出門，叫他拿著一塊布，鋪在樹底下，自己將袍擺掖上腰間，挽起袖子，抱著樹幹“噌噌——”幾下就隱進了花朵樹冠裡。
沈玨在下麵伸著脖子看著，看了一會喊道：“爹，你幹嘛？”
回答他的是大把大把被捋下來的槐花。
漫天旋舞著落下，帶著清謐幽香，悠悠蕩蕩，落在他的肩頭，發上。
沈玨懂了，頓時高興起來，也掖著袍擺，抱著樹杆兩下就竄了上去。
季玖正忙著，感到枝頭又一沉，回身便看見沈玨放大的笑臉，頓時愣道：“槐枝脆的很，會摔下去的。”
話還沒說完，那乘著兩人重量的枝幹“哢嚓”一聲，季玖知道不好，卻已經來不及，下意識的將沈玨推開，自己摔了下去。
“爹！”
沈玨怎麼也沒料到會發生這種事，畢竟這槐樹粗壯，上面枝幹看起來也不細弱，卻說斷就斷。又被季玖突然推了一把，那一下推的極大力氣，將他推到另一根枝上，根本沒有他應變的餘地。就眼睜睜望著季玖極速墜落，眼看要砸在地上。
季玖也以為自己這一次不摔死也要摔個半殘，卻被窩在房裡看書的伊墨不知從哪裡冒出來，一把接住。
季玖睜開眼，迎面是一張餘悸未退的臉。因為這張臉，季玖沒有嚇到，而是首先想到，他把這人嚇壞了。
就本能地說了一句：“我沒事。”
伊墨說：“嗯。”
季玖看了看四周，自己還是被抱著，忙道：“放我下來。”
伊墨卻不理他，將他抱在懷裡，緊緊鎖著，像是要鎖到自己身體裡去。這樣就安全了，有我在，你就不會再有危險。
季玖回過神，也顧不上被抱的骨頭都在疼痛，伸手拍著他的後背，像是在哄孩子一樣哄著：“沒事，沒事。”
這時沈玨從樹上下來，被伊墨喝了一句：“誰讓你下來？上去，把這花摘光為止！”
沈玨二話沒說，重新又噌噌爬上樹，老老實實採花。
伊墨這才放下他。
兩個時辰後，日頭都到正中央了，沈玨抱著巨大的包裹，走回家。
包裹裡滿滿的槐花。鋪在院子裡，仿佛渡了一層玉色。
季玖原就是想做槐花飯解解饞，現在望著這麼多花，開始發愁要不要釀槐花酒。
一地槐花，處理了三日才處理完，這天中午，他們三人都吃上了波折過後香噴噴的槐花飯。
沈玨第一次吃這種鄉土風味的好東西，一口氣吃了三碗，還嫌不夠。
吃著吃著，問季玖：“爹怎麼會做這些？我記得你不會下廚。”
其實無論上世沈清軒，還是今生季玖，都不擅長此類事物。一世大貴之家，二世官宦人家，起居飲食，皆有人伺候左右，哪裡用得著他去動手。
都是被伺候的主子。
季玖吃著飯，回道：“我娘教的。”同樣，也是娘親唯一會做的飯。
她還在世時，每年特定時節，都會指使奴僕上樹，摘很多槐花回來，擇淨，泡洗，而後做成飯或點心。一家子人，難得的共聚一起，享受甜美佳餚。
放下碗，季玖笑了一下，“娘說我自小就是個薄情的人，我與她辯解，她雖不說什麼，卻是一口咬定，任我怎麼說她都不改，我就每年這個時節，上樹摘槐花，學著她做給我吃，也做給她吃。不過也就吃了兩年，她就去了。”
沈玨覺得自己問題問的不好，噤聲再不說話。很快吃飽了，先離開了。
只剩伊墨與季玖，安靜地吃著。
見季玖不再吃，伊墨也就放下碗，這才問他：“為什麼這麼說你？”
季玖頓了頓，才道：“你看別人家的嬰孩，吃飽肚子也還貼著娘親，只有我，吃飽了便翻過臉去睡，把她丟在腦後面。”所以，是薄情，骨子裡的薄情。
伊墨聽完，想想也就認同了，道：“的確是薄情。”
季玖早就認同這個結果，所以並不在意伊墨的說辭，起身將碗碟收拾好了，端去廚間。
伊墨望著他的背影消失，想著人之性情，出生就可見端倪，季玖娘親也是慧人，一語中的。
卻不知一切皆有因。前世沈母若不是那樣的秉性，又怎麼會有對娘親薄情的季玖。
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Shen Jue pushed open the gate and saw his father sitting under the window, and Ji Jiu sitting across the window.
The two of them were separated by a window, basking in the sun and handling their affairs. Shen Jue raised his eyes and looked at the sky. The sky was blue. April had already brought spring back to the earth. The afternoon sun was quiet and gentle. The wind blowing through the courtyard caressed his face without the harshness of winter. Everything looked good.
Shen Jue didn’t want to disturb them, so he quietly closed the gate and walked towards his own room. But he was stopped by Yi Mo, who had his eyes closed.
Yi Mo said, “Come here."
the aloofness that he had shown more than a hundred years ago when he threw the wolf cub onto a chair out of disgust at its coquettishness. The demon who disliked the ways of the world had also been polished by time into a qualified father.
Ji Jiu tilted his head and looked at the father and son under the window, but did not interfere. He just didn’t know what Yi Mo asked him to do. If he was asking about what happened last night, Ji Jiu felt that it was a bit inappropriate. After all, this was Shen Jue’s private matter, no matter whether that person was the emperor or not.
Shen Jue stood in front of Yi Mo, very respectfully, and called out, “Father." Then he looked at Ji Jiu and said, “Dad."
When Ji Jiu was called twice like this , he felt as if he was a couple scolding their child. He was immediately embarrassed and had no choice but to respond . He lowered his head and held the pen to continue writing the unfinished letter, pretending to be busy.
Yi Mo opened his eyes, looked at Shen Jue, and after staring at him for a moment, asked, “Okay?" He was so lazy that he only uttered one word when asking the question.
Shen Jue knew what he was asking, and his face became hot. He lowered his head and replied with two words: “Very good."
This question and answer contained too many things that could not be told to outsiders, and the implications were so profound that even Ji Jiu’s ears blushed. Romantic affairs have always been secrets. The secrets in the small world of bed curtains should be kept to oneself. How could they be discussed in broad daylight? Although they spoke in a subtle way, it was still a little explicit. On the contrary, because of the deliberate subtlety, the explicitness became more obvious.
But Yi Mo had no sense at all and was still asking, asking Xiao Bao: “Is he willing?"
Xiao Bao’s face turned redder, and after a while he said, “He wanted one time per person, but I didn’t agree."
Yi Mo chuckled , as if he had expected it. Shen Jue’s face turned completely red after hearing his chuckle . He no longer had the calmness and composure he had last night. He was just a child standing in front of his parents and being questioned.
Just like the Lantern Festival that year, Shen Qingxuan pointed at the chubby clay puppy and teased him, and Yi Mo said at the side: You are like this in front of your elders.
What he said came true .
Ji Jiu suddenly interrupted and saved him, saying, “That’s enough."
Yi Mo looked into the window and met Ji Jiu’s gaze. He could clearly see four words in his eyes: disrespect for the elderly. Is this something you should ask about?
The old snake had no choice but to put away his teasing thoughts, waved his hand dignifiedly, and said to Shen Jue: “Go and have a rest."
This sentence made Shen Jue embarrassed again. Why are you taking a break ? You are the one taking a break.
After all these things, Shen Jue finally understood that it was pure delusion to ask his father to change his bad intentions. The closer the person was, the more evil the old monster’s evil intentions became. Fortunately, his father rarely went along with him.
Just as I was feeling thankful, I heard Ji Jiu say, “Go and have a rest. You don’t have to do housework today."
“Very rarely" does not mean “never". Shen Jue went back to his room with a red face.
Ji Jiu was genuinely concerned, but after he finished speaking, he realized that he also had mischievous intentions. Just as he was feeling annoyed , he received a glance from Yi Mo with a hidden smile. Ji Jiu quickly coughed, turned around and continued writing the letter.
In the evening, no one knew what Yi Mo was doing, but the air was filled with fragrance. Ji Jiu put down his pen and followed the smell to the stove in the kitchen. Yi Mo was sitting on a small stool, tinkering with the flames in the stove, with one hand supporting his forehead.
Ji Jiu asked, “What is this?" As he asked, he simply lifted the lid of the pot.
Ji Jiu was a little surprised when he thought the demon was going to cook dinner. Could demons also cook? But when he opened the lid, Ji Jiu’s face turned black.
Although he was not at home when his wife gave birth, Ji Jiu knew what kind of porridge it was just by taking a look.
This old snake! He deliberately wanted to make Shen Jue suffer.
Ji Jiu said, “Just calm down."
Yi Mo raised his eyes and said, “It’s not for him."
“Huh?" Ji Jiu was stunned. He thought for a moment before reacting. His mind was suddenly in a mess. “You want to give…" the Emperor?
Yi Mo raised his eyebrows, smiled and said, “Can’t I?"
Ji Jiu never thought that this “confinement porridge" was prepared for the emperor. This snake – Ji Jiu was speechless.
After standing for a while, Ji Jiu took the spoon and stirred the porridge in the pot while saying calmly: “Even if Shen Jue has someone he likes, he won’t give up his father for him. He does such a childish thing for no reason. Aren’t you afraid of being laughed at?" After a pause, he added: “What are you angry about?"
His thoughts were exposed, but the old snake did not show any shame on his face. Instead, he said frankly, “I’m happy." He was happy to do such a childish thing, so what?
Ji Jiu could actually imagine that as a father, he must have some emotions in his heart when his child, whom he had raised for so many years, got along with someone else. But he didn’t know before that this non-blood relationship could bind this old monster so deeply, so deeply that he could do such a childish and ridiculous thing.
After thinking for a while, Ji Jiu squatted down and faced him, narrowed his eyes and said: “You want to embarrass the emperor? I know him, this bowl of porridge can’t do it."
Yi Mo became interested and asked, “What else do you want?"
“Let me personally send him there and ask him to call me dad." Ji Jiu’s eyes narrowed completely and he asked, “How?"
depression in his heart dissipated a lot. Hearing this, he shook his head and said, “Why don’t you and I go together?"
Ji Jiu hit him on the head with an iron spoon, “You are getting on my nerves!" I was trying to make him happy, but he was still pushing his luck.
In the end, they poured out the porridge. When they were pouring out the porridge , Shen Jue came out and stood beside the two of them. He looked at the red porridge that nourished the body and said with a hot face in the night: “If you want to throw it away, you should throw me away."
What he said was very sincere and aggrieved.
Ji Jiu thought of the short-lived Shen Qingxuan, looked at him, and stopped talking. The longer they spent together, the harder it was for him to say those harsh words. The two people in front of him were both demons, but they were much more affectionate than the people he had seen.
Whenever he thought of this, Ji Jiu couldn’t help but feel that Shen Qingxuan had done something wrong. He also felt that even though that person had been bedridden for half his life, he was very lucky.
Yi Mo poured the porridge, picked up the pot and said, “You will be left behind sooner or later."
Xiaobao was easily hurt by his words and lowered his head without saying a word.
Ji Jiu couldn’t bear to see this, and said quickly: “You are only being nice now. I don’t know who was the one who made the porridge angrily to offend the emperor. You are like this even before your son is taken away. If he is really taken away, wouldn’t you go to Shen Qingxuan’s tomb and cry while hugging his bones?"
After these words, the father and son had different expressions on their faces, each of which was wonderful in its own way.
Ji Jiu turned around and went back to his room as if nothing had happened.
Yi Mo was left staring at his back, and asked Shen Jue, “Why is he so unforgiving?"
Xiaobao remembered that his father had just hurt him, and said, “I spoiled you in my previous life, but I won’t do it in this life anymore." After saying that, he walked away, as if he was going to abandon his father.
After walking less than ten steps, he turned back, grabbed Yi Mo’s long sleeve and dragged him back.
After being humiliated in front of Ji Jiu once again, Yi Mo began to seriously consider whether he was really spoiled by Shen Qingxuan in the previous life. He always did whatever he wanted, but Shen Qingxuan never said anything to him, not even a complaint. He only showed tolerance and patience to him.
Unfortunately, this kind of reflection did not last long. After Ji Jiu got on the bed , he lay over again regardless of other people’s wishes, pinned the person down and held him in his arms.
The days passed slowly , Ji Jiu kept all his promises, and as long as Yi Mo didn’t go too far, he would let him do what he wanted. He treated Shen Jue like his own child, always protecting him.
Sometimes Shen Jue was bullied by Yi Mo so badly that he couldn’t bear it anymore and went up to help.
Life is peaceful and calm.
He calmly accepted that he was the reincarnation of Shen Qingxuan, and calmly accepted the two demons ‘ attachment to him, although this attachment was directed towards Shen Qingxuan rather than Ji Jiu.
Knowing this, he calmly gave his treasure and was even willing to give up his past hatred.
It is not only to repay Shen Qingxuan, but also the bottom line of one’s life.
Although he is a heartless person, he is not ungrateful.
The season for locust flowers to bloom soon arrived. In the mountains, forests and fields, dozens or even hundreds of locust trees were covered with clusters of white locust flowers, hanging from the branches. The locust trees beside the Ji family’s ancestral tomb grew particularly strong and tall, reaching straight into the sky. The white jade on the trees could be seen from afar.
Ji Jiu took Shen Jue out early that morning and asked him to take a piece of cloth and spread it under the tree. He tucked his robe into his waist, rolled up his sleeves, and hugged the tree trunk. In a few seconds, he disappeared into the flower canopy.
Shen Jue stretched his neck to watch from below, and after watching for a while he shouted, “Dad, what are you doing?"
What answered him were handfuls of plucked locust flowers.
danced all over the sky and fell, carrying with it a faint and quiet fragrance, slowly drifting down and landing on his shoulders and hair.
Shen Jue understood and immediately became happy. He tucked up his robe , hugged the tree trunk and jumped up in two moves.
Ji Jiu was busy when he felt the branch sink again. He turned around and saw Shen Jue’s big smile. He was stunned and said, “The locust branches are very fragile. They will fall down."
Before he could finish his words, the branch that was carrying the weight of both of them snapped. Ji Jiu knew something was wrong, but it was too late. He subconsciously pushed Shen Jue away and fell down himself.
“father!"
Shen Jue had never expected this to happen. After all, the locust tree was thick and the branches didn’t look thin, but they broke easily. Ji Jiu suddenly pushed him with great force, pushing him to another branch. He had no room to react. He just watched Ji Jiu fall at a high speed and was about to hit the ground.
Ji Jiu thought that he would be either killed or half crippled this time, but Yi Mo, who was reading in the room, appeared out of nowhere and caught him.
Ji Jiu opened his eyes and was greeted by a face that still showed lingering fear. Because of this face, Ji Jiu was not frightened, but the first thing he thought of was that he had frightened this person.
I instinctively said, “I’m fine."
Yi Mo said: “Yeah."
Ji Jiu looked around and saw that he was still being held, so he hurriedly said, “Put me down."
Yi Mo ignored him and held him in his arms, locking him tightly , as if he wanted to lock him into his body. This way you are safe, with me here, you will not be in danger anymore.
Ji Jiu came back to his senses, not caring about the pain in his bones from being hugged, and reached out to pat his back, coaxing him like a child: “It’s okay, it’s okay."
At this time, Shen Jue came down from the tree, and Yi Mo shouted at him, “Who told you to come down? Go up and pick all the flowers!"
Shen Jue didn’t say anything, climbed up the tree again and picked flowers obediently.
Only then did Yi Mo let him go.
Two hours later, the sun was at its highest point in the sky, and Shen Jue walked home carrying the huge package.
The parcel was filled with locust flowers, spread out in the yard, as if covered with a layer of jade.
Ji Jiu originally just wanted to make locust flower rice to satisfy his craving, but now looking at so many flowers, he began to worry about whether he should brew locust flower wine.
It took three days to process a field of locust flowers. At noon that day, the three of them ate the delicious locust flower rice after all the twists and turns.
It was the first time for Shen Jue to eat this kind of delicious local food. He ate three bowls in one go and still felt it was not enough.
While eating, he asked Ji Jiu: “Dad, how can you make these? I remember you can’t cook."
In fact, whether it was Shen Qingxuan in the previous life or Ji Jiu in this life, they were not good at this kind of thing. In the first generation of aristocratic families, or in the second generation of officials, there were people to serve them in their daily life and food , so there was no need for him to do it himself.
They are all masters to be served.
While eating, Ji Jiu replied, “My mother taught me." Similarly, this is the only dish his mother can cook.
When she was still alive, she would order her servants to climb the trees and pick a lot of locust flowers at a certain time every year, pick them clean, soak them, and then make them into rice or snacks. The family would gather together on rare occasions to enjoy the sweet delicacies.
Putting down the bowl, Ji Jiu smiled. “Mother said that I have been a heartless person since I was young. I argued with her, but she didn’t say anything, but she insisted that no matter what I said, she would not change. So every year at this time of year, I would climb the tree to pick locust flowers and learn how to cook them for me and her. But she only ate them for two years before she passed away."
Shen Jue felt that his question was not asked well, so he kept silent. He soon finished his meal and left.
Only Yi Mo and Ji Jiu were left, eating quietly.
Seeing that Ji Jiu stopped eating, Yi Mo put down the bowl and asked him, “Why do you say that?"
Ji Jiu paused and said, “Look at other babies. They stick to their mothers even when they are full. But with me, after I am full, I turn over and go to sleep, leaving her behind my mind." So, I am heartless, heartless to the core.
After listening to it, Yi Mo agreed after thinking about it and said, “It is indeed heartless."
Ji Jiu had already agreed with this result, so he didn’t care about Yi Mo’s words. He stood up, cleaned up the dishes and took them to the kitchen .
Yi Mo watched his disappearing back, thinking that a person’s temperament can be seen at birth. Ji Jiu’s mother was also a wise person, and she hit the nail on the head.
But I don’t know that everything has a cause. If Shen’s mother didn’t have that kind of character in her previous life, how could there be Ji Jiu who is so unkind to her mother?
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