Reverend Insanity

The red sun is falling, but it has not yet completely fallen.

The sky was still lit, but everything was like a layer of gray. Through the window, the distant mountains are gradually approaching the heavy black.

The light in the living room was dim, the aunt and uncle were in the main seat, and the face was covered with a shadow, not very clear.

When he saw the two pots of wine that Fong Yuan had brought with him, his uncle's frown on the frozen earth of the ancient moon was twisted into a crease, and he said, “Time flies, you are fifteen years old. I can't believe you have the qualifications of a magician, especially Fang Zheng. My uncle and aunt are proud of you. I'll give you six dollar stones each, you two brothers. To refine the trickery, to consume the real yuan, these stones you need. ”

Then, a servant came and handed over a small bag to each of the two brothers.

The source put away the bag and kept silent.

The square immediately opened its pockets and saw only six elliptical gray and white stones inside. Suddenly the colour of gratitude appeared. Standing from his seat, he saluted his aunt and uncle: "Thank you, aunt and uncle, my nephew is in need of Yuanshi to supplement the true dollar. You raised your nephews so big, you will never forget your nephews! ”

Uncle nodded with a smile.

Auntie waved her hand in haste and said warmly: "Sit down, sit down. Your brothers are not our own, but we have always raised you as our own sons. We are proud of you for what you have done. Alas, we have no children under our knees, sometimes wondering if you can really be our children. ”

This remark was very thoughtful. Fang didn't hear it, but Fang Yuan frowned slightly.

My uncle went on to say, "I've talked to your aunt and I want you to come to our house and be a real family. Fang Zheng, I wonder if you'd like to? ”

Fang Zhengzheng glanced for a moment, but he quickly appeared to be joyful on his face. “Honestly, my nephew has longed for a family reunion since his parents died. It's great to be a family with your uncle and aunt! ”

Auntie looked relaxed and smiled: “So you're our good son, are you still calling us Auntie and Uncle? ”

“Father, mother.” Fang suddenly hurried to change his mind.

My uncle and aunt laughed.

“Good son, we've been raising you since we were five, but we've been raising you for ten years.” Auntie wiped tears.

My uncle looked at the silent source and said gently, "Founder, where is my intention? ”

Fang Yuan shook his head without saying a word.

“Brother.” Ancient Moon was trying to persuade him, but his uncle stopped him.

Uncle's tone remained the same. “In that case, nephew Fang Yuan, we won't force you either. It's just that you're fifteen years old and you should have a separate portal, so you can inherit your family's veins. Uncle, here's 200 yuan stones for you, kind of a grant. ”

“Two hundred yuan stones!” Fang Zhengzheng glanced at him. He had never seen so many stones and could not help but reveal an envious look.

But he still shook his head.

Fang Zheng was confused, but his face changed slightly, and his aunt's face sank.

“Aunt and uncle, if there is nothing else, my nephew will leave first.” Fangyuan did not give them a chance to speak again, left this sentence, picked up the wine bar and left the hall directly.

Fang Zheng rose: “Father, mother, brother can't figure it out at once, why don't I persuade him? ”

Uncle waved his hand and deliberately sighed: “Alas, this can't be forced. You have this heart, I am so happy for my father. Somebody, take Young Master Fang Zheng down and live in peace. ”

“The son quit.” The living room was silenced as she was retreating.

The sun goes down completely, and the darker the living room gets.

Halfway through the darkness came the cold voice of my uncle: “Looks like Fong Yuan, this little bastard, has seen through our calculations. ”

Among the ethnic rules of the Ancient Moon clan, there is an explicit provision that: the 16-year-old first-born child shall be eligible to inherit the family property.

Fang Yuan's parents, dead, left a great inheritance, all “kept” by their uncles and aunts.

The value of this estate is not comparable to 200 yuan stones in the district.

If Fang Yuan also passed on to his uncle and aunt like Fang Zheng, he would not be entitled to inherit the inheritance. If Fangyuan was 15 years old this year, he would not have met the requirements of family inheritance.

“Fortunately, we caged Fang Zheng, and Fang Yuan only had C qualifications.” My uncle sighed again and was very happy.

“Sir, Fang Yuan made it clear that he wants to go out independently at the age of sixteen. What should we do?” My aunt's tone hurried when she thought of the inheritance.

“Hmm, he blames us if he's not in the right mood. We disqualify him from inheritance as long as we grasp his big mistake and expel him from his home before he goes out independently.” Uncle snorted coldly.

“But Fong Yuan, this little bastard, he's so smart, how could he make a mistake?” Auntie doesn't understand.

Uncle suddenly turned a white eye and whispered: “You are so stupid! He can't make mistakes. Can't we just set him up? Let Shen Cui's girl seduce the source first, then yell rude, we found him on the spot, then planted him for drunkenness, sadistic crime, still afraid to throw him out of the source? ”

“Master, you still have a plan. Good plan!” My aunt was overjoyed.

Intense nights cover the sky's stars and clouds cover most of them. The households in the cottage gradually lit the lights.

Ancient Moon Fang is being taken into a room.

“Master Fang Zheng, this is the room that the master personally ordered the old slave to clean up for you.” Sister Shen introduced with enthusiasm, her waist bowed and her face filled with a smile.

Square looking around for a week, eyes glowing. This room is more than twice the size of his original home, with a spacious bed in the center, a sandalwood desk on the side of the windowsill, a delicate pen and ink yarn, and beautiful hangings on the surrounding walls. Even the foot is not an ordinary floor, but covered with a soft, handmade carpet.

I've never lived in a room like this since I was a kid. He nodded instantly: "That's good, that's good. Thank you, Sister Shen. ”

This Sister Shen is the heaviest man in the aunt's life. She manages the servants up and down the house and is the real housekeeper.

Shen Cui, Fangyuan's closest maid, is her daughter.

Sister Shen laughed haha: “How dare you be a young master? You should, you should! Young master, eat and sleep well, shake the bell beside the bed if you want, and someone will come up immediately to listen. The master has ordered you to practise with one heart these days, and other trivial things are left to us. ”

Once again, there was a sense of gratitude in Fang Zheng's heart. He did not say anything else. He only made a silent determination in his heart: this time, he must take first place, do not let his uncle and aunt down!

……

The clouds in the sky grew heavier and darker at night. The stars in the night sky are almost cloud-shielded, leaving only a few sparkling lights struggling in the sky.

“My aunt and uncle should be totaling up how to kick me out of the house. The previous life was a covert instigation to provoke me, then planted me, and eventually expelled me from my home, not knowing what would change in this world.” Fangyuan walked down the street and laughed in his heart.

He knew what his aunt and uncle really were.

But also understandable.

There are always so many people who trample on love, friendship and love for the benefit of both the planet and the world.

In fact, there is no love at all. Originally adopted by aunt and uncle Fangfang, the fundamental purpose was to greed the legacy. It's just that Fangyuan Fangzheng and his brothers frequently surprised them.

“It's hard to get things started, especially for me. I have no qualifications, and the second is not cared for by the master, which is equivalent to starting with nothing. The legacy of both parents is arguably one of my grand jumping boards. The legacy of the previous life was taken away by my uncle and aunt, and it took me two years to cultivate it to its peak. This mistake cannot be made again in this life. ”

Fangyuan walked like this, thinking.

Instead of staying at his residence, he was carrying two bowls of wine, pointing straight out of the village.

The night sky grew darker and darker, the clouds shielded the stars, the mountain breeze blew and there was a growing trend.

The rain is coming.

Still to explore. If the parents' inheritance is to be taken back, it will have to wait until he is sixteen next year. And the flower and wine maker's legacy is what you might get in the near future.

There are very few pedestrians on the street. Dim lights, some trivial household garbage, and leafy dust in the roadside houses are blown by the wind and drifting at will.

Thin clothes, some of which can't stop the mountain wind, can't help but feel a little chilled.

He threw open the liquor bowl he was carrying and took a small sip. It's cloudy wine, but after swallowing it, a warmth rises.

It's the first time he's really been drinking in days.

The mouth was full of alcohol, the source could not help but smile, facing the reckless mountains in the dark, whispering: “The Hung Guan Lane is like iron, but now it crosses again. Rain and wind blow several times, invincible cloudy liquid. ”

The more you go out of the village, the thinner the houses on the side of the road, and the dimmer the lights.

Forward, darker and heavier. The wind swept down the mountains and the branches swayed in the night, shouting like beasts roaring.

The footsteps of the Square did not hesitate at all, exiting the gates of the village and gradually walking away in the dark road.

Behind him is a brilliant, glorious lighthouse.

In this light there is a warm corner.

My brother Ancient Moon is sitting at his desk, studying the notes he wrote down in class. The lights were bright in the house, the solid walls blocked the cold wind, and he had a warm cup of tea in his hand, and the heat was rising.

“Master Fang, the hot water for the bath is ready for you.” Outside the door, Shen Cui's voice came gently.

Fang Zheng moved: “Then bring it in. ”

Shen Cui walked into the room with a smile on his face and twisted his waist.

“Slaves have met Master Fang Zheng.” She looked over in the autumn. Fang Yuan is only a C, Fang Zheng is a A and other qualifications. To climb him is to be truly rich!