Chapter 136： The child who died for the master 1

Xie Hui respects every client who comes here, and will carefully ask all their requirements, even if it is completely opposite to what he thinks is correct.

"Are there any other additional conditions?"

Considering that this little old man came from a feudal society, Xie Hui even reminded him thoughtfully:

"For example, if you want to have a full house of children and grandchildren?"

Xie Hui has never thought that having children is such a bad thing. He likes children very much now, and raising other people's children is a lot of fun.

The little old man frowned and shook his head after thinking for a while when he heard this sentence.

"Forget it, I'm not the kind of person who doesn't know how to be flexible. After a hundred years, I will be nothing more than a piece of loess. Even if someone worships people during festivals, I may not know. So what if the house is full of children and grandchildren? Is it possible that when I die? , let me live two more years by crying twice?"

"If it weren't for the entrustment of the lord and the old lady before they died, why should I be that villain to be hated by others."

After Xie Hui asked clearly, he entered the mission world. When I opened my eyes just now, I saw a little carrot head about four or five years old hugging his leg, staring at him with tears in his eyes.

"Daddy, Hong'er will be good, don't want Hong'er, okay?"

The boy's skin didn't look delicate, it was even a little rough, and he didn't look like a kid from a rich family when he was dressed in brocade clothes. On the contrary, he felt a strong sense of disobedience.

The moment Xie Hui came to this world, he received all the memories of the client, and knew that the client had beaten his son into a coma in order to keep the officers and soldiers from seeing the clues.

And at this moment, Xie Hui could see the young master sitting there drinking tea as soon as he turned his head, that is, the adopted son who starved the client to death in the end.

He seemed to be aware of Xie Hui's gaze, and raised his head full of arrogance, as if he was sure that the housekeeper who had watched him grow up to such a size would definitely treat him as well as his father had ordered, and take him away .

Xie Hui picked up his son resolutely, stretched out his hand to help him wipe away his tears casually, and under his helpless gaze, he hugged him and ran outside.

Wang Song panicked when he saw the housekeeper taking the child away, and stood up abruptly to block the door.

"Thank you, housekeeper! Aren't you going to take Master Ben with you?"

Before, Wang Song heard the housekeeper and his wet nurse mentioned that he planned to replace him with his playmate Xie Hong, so that he could live as Xie Hong.

Although he looked down on Xie Hong's status as the housekeeper's son, he also knew from his grandmother that according to his current status, he would die.

"Thank you butler, have you forgotten the kindness my father has shown you!"

The little young master who has been pampered now has baby fat on his face and is chubby, even this attitude is not annoying.

It's a pity that now Xie Hui's mind is full of him when he grew up, locking the client in a thatched hut, letting the client starve to death, and listening to his curse every day before starving to death, all kinds of scenes They came up one by one in my mind, no matter how cute the child was, Xie Hui didn't feel the slightest wave in his heart.

"Don't worry, I will never forget it. I will be a cow and a horse in my next life to repay your kindness."

After finishing speaking, Xie Hui ignored his instantly changed expression, hugged his son and continued running around him.

The master made a big mistake. His lord followed a prince and wanted to fight for the success of the dragon. After the rebellion failed, the matter was revealed and he was sentenced to be executed.

Fortunately, the original owner was not a servant of their family. He was an out-and-out commoner in terms of household registration, and he was just doing things for this grown-up family.

It was also through this layer of identity that the client was able to take the young master away so smoothly.

As soon as he ran out of the prefect's mansion, Xie Hui was stopped by an officer. The officer stared at the child he was holding, and asked with a very serious expression:

"Who is that in your arms?"

Before Xie Hui came out, he had already thought of countermeasures, with a flattering smile on his face.

"My lord, this is my son."

The officer and soldier didn't believe what Xie Hui said. As soon as he raised his hand, several officers and soldiers surrounded him in an instant, looking at him with more scrutiny.

"I have heard that there is also a five-year-old child in this Wang family."

And now the child that Xie Hui was holding in his arms was just about five years old when the officers and soldiers came to look at him.

"Officer, I just came in. Not long ago, I greeted that official. I am the steward of the palace, but I am not a slave who sold myself to them. It is indeed me who is holding me now." son."

Saying that, Xie Hui put down the child he was holding, spread the child's rough hands, and handed it to the officer.

"Guys, look, the only grandson of the Wang family, Wang Song, is so pampered. How could he have such rough hands?"

Xie Hong's appearance is also good-looking, but he can't support this brocade clothes. Putting on expensive clothes, he looked like a child from a poor family.

The officers and soldiers checked it carefully to make sure it was really what Xie Hui said, so they frowned and retracted their knives.

"Let's go, let's go, don't hinder us from doing business here."

"Well, thank you, sir."

Xie Hui took the child by the hand and went to a small house set up by the client in the capital. After entering, he locked the door from the inside, turned his head to look at the child standing there with wet tears on his face, and walked in holding his hand.

This small house looked a bit shabby and shabby, but for the client, it was the best house he could find within his ability.

"Daddy, you, won't you let Hong'er die in place of the young master?"

Even if Xie Hong came to this place, his heart still couldn't settle down, both hands were tightly clutching the corner of his father's clothes, tears came out again when he said this.

Most children are afraid of death, even if they haven't been exposed to the concept of death.

After the child was three years old, he was sent to the mansion by the commissioner, who made him Wang Song's playmate. Wang Song's pampered young master's temper made him like to bully Xie Hong, let Xie Hong lie on the ground and learn how to ride a horse, ride on him and humiliate him, all kinds of bad behaviors are countless.

Xie Hong knew a long time ago that no matter what he did, he was no match for the young master in his father's heart, but he still didn't want to die, he was afraid of pain.

"The young master is not father's own son, why does father want Hong'er to die for him?"

Xie Hong replied this sentence but failed to comfort Xie Hong. Xie Hong tugged on the brocade clothes that didn't fit him very well, and tears came out.

"Then Daddy, why did you let Hong'er wear the young master's clothes?"

"Anyway, the master's house is gone now, and most of those clothes will be burned. Dad can't afford to buy a suit of clothes for Hong'er, so what's wrong with wearing his clothes secretly? Who made him always bully Dad's Hong'er .”

Xie Hong opened his mouth in a daze, stared at his father in a daze, stepped forward and hugged his father's thigh, and asked cautiously:

"Daddy, really?"

"Of course it's true. How about coming to see our father and son's new home? Do you like it? Dad has prepared some things for you."

Xie Hui was not guilty at all, and said that all the things the client prepared for Wang Song were prepared for the little boy he was leading, and the left and right were all the money of the client.

"Wow, Dad, can we really live in this place? It looks so big here."

The commissioner prepared the largest room for Wang Song, with good lighting, and it was arranged several days in advance. Although he was so hardworking, Wang Song still despised him for being shabby.

Xie Hong let go of his father's hand, looked around the room several times, then lay down on the windowsill, stared at a small pond outside the window, and jumped up excitedly.

"Look, Dad, there are carps in the water, such big red carps."

After hearing his voice, Xie Hui also walked over. The turquoise pool water, there is a tree on the shore, the branches hang down naturally, and a gust of wind blows, swaying slightly in the wind.

After looking at the carp for a while, Xie Hong turned around and looked at the room again. When he saw the desk, he was stunned, then turned his head and hugged his father's leg.

"Daddy, Hong'er can't read..."

The client didn't pay much attention to this child, and he had never been enlightened by anyone, but Wang Song, as the spoiled young master of the Wang family, hired a master early on.

Xie Hui looked at the lost look of the little boy, stretched out his hand to stroke his hair, and led him to sit down on the chair behind the desk.

"So what if you can't read? Hong'er, after a while, Daddy will save some money and send Hong'er to school."

Xie Hong was sitting on a chair, he was small now, his feet were hanging in the air. The novelty he had never felt before made him bite his lower lip nervously, turned his head to look at his father standing beside him, and said after a while:

"Daddy, it costs a lot of money to go to school, and Daddy will have a hard time. If Hong'er doesn't go to school, even if Hong'er is older, he can take care of Daddy's worries."

Xie Hui stared at such an older child and said such sensible words, his heart softened inexplicably.

"Now that Daddy has not yet reached the point where Hong'er needs to take care of Daddy's worries, only by going to school can he be successful. How is it wise not to study?"

As long as there are conditions, Xie Hui wants to send his children to study, and if there are no conditions, he must create conditions.

"But Hong'er heard from the young master... a housekeeper's son like Hong'er will serve others when he grows up."

"So Hong'er wants to serve others when she grows up?"

Xie Hong thought about it carefully, recalling the scene where he was bullied by the young master and his father was reprimanded by the adults, first he took a sneak look at his father's face, then shook his head.

Although he may be reprimanded by his father, he still doesn't want to serve others as a doormat when he grows up.

"If you don't want to, then you have to study hard."

"After studying and growing up, can you stop serving others? Daddy."

"Well, just read."

Xie Hui asked him to play here by himself for a while, and went outside to buy a few meat buns with the client's little money left.

Most of the money the client had saved over the years was used to buy that small house. Later, because he took Wang Song to the execution ground to see his father off, he was recognized by others, sold the house cheaply, and went to stay in a remote mountain village.

Xie Hui pushed open the door just now, Xie Hong ran over impatiently, ran all the way to him, and hugged his leg.

"Where did daddy go? I thought daddy didn't want me anymore."

When leaving, Xie Hui saw that the little guy was engrossed in playing with pen and ink, so he didn't bother him.

"Daddy went to buy some steamed buns, how about Hong'er just use some steamed stuffed buns for dinner tonight?"

Xie Hong nodded, his eyes had already landed on the greased paper, the smell of steamed buns wafted out, making his stomach growl.

"Hungry? Go wash your hands."

At this time, it was completely dark, Xie Hui took out the torch and lit a candle, and by the dim light of the candle, he handed the bun to the child.

Xie Hong took the bun and took a bite. The pork filling made him subconsciously stunned, and then handed the bun he took a bite to in front of Xie Hui.

"Daddy, this is a meat bun, for Daddy to eat."

"Daddy buys all meat buns."

After listening to what his father said, Xie Hong half-believed it, and after his father took a bite, he probed carefully to see that the one in his father's hand was also a meat bun, so he took a second bite with confidence.

The client only prepared a set of bedding in this house, Xie Hui had to squeeze together with this child, fortunately this child is still young.

There were not many candles in the house, and he went to bed after a simple wash. Just when Xie Hui closed his eyes and was about to go to sleep, a small head emerged from the bed.

Xie Hong thought about it carefully, and the more he thought about it, the more sad he felt. After poking his head out, he patted his father's shoulder clumsily with his own little hand.

"Daddy, don't be sad, Hong'er is here to accompany Daddy."

Xie Hui felt a little itchy from being scratched, and held the hand that he patted himself in his palm. Although this child is young, his hands are already rough.

"Why is Daddy so sad?"

The moonlight fell into the room through the window that was not closed. With this inch of light, Xie Hong lay on the bed and propped his chin, staring at his father.

"Well, because Daddy will be unhappy because of the adults."

Xie Hui reached out and hugged the dishonest little boy in his arms, patted his back lightly, and replied casually:

"Now that Hong'er doesn't sleep well, Daddy will be sad."

The young Xie Hong didn't realize that his father was teasing him on purpose, believed it was true, and immediately closed his eyes.

"Daddy, Hong'er is sleeping with her eyes closed."

"Well, that's right."

In the blink of an eye, seven days passed, and there were more traces of life in this house. Under that big tree, Xie Hong was holding a branch in his hand, and was writing seriously, with crooked strokes.

Until he heard the sound of the door being pushed open, he threw the branch aside in an instant and ran over quickly.

"Daddy."

"I saw fresh fish today, how about making fish for you for lunch?"

"Okay, okay."

Xie Hong was like a little follower, following his father after he came back, his loose hair swaying with the movement of the trot.

While eating, Xie recalled what was going to happen tomorrow, so he picked up the meat from the belly of the fish, put it in the little guy's bowl in front of him, and said:

"Daddy still has things to do tomorrow, how about Hong'er obediently staying at home?"