noffsinger Chapter 397 Dreaming
Chapter 397 Dreaming
The second brother snorted coldly and said sarcastically, "Look, isn't this brother going to the Marquis' Mansion to curry favor with his rich brother? For that little bit of glory, he is so unscrupulous. It really brings shame to the Duan family."
Duan Jiashu stopped and looked at his second brother with a half-smile, clicking his tongue repeatedly: "Oh, what you said is really interesting. You are taking advantage of others and still acting cute. You want to be known as a noble man, but you don't want to give up the wealth of the Marquis's Mansion. Why are you trying to be as indifferent as a chrysanthemum and not fighting for anything?"
Then you shouldn't be standing here pointing at me. If you are really noble, you should threaten to commit suicide and tell your father and mother that you don't want to go to the banquet at home. They will definitely agree.
Your parents fought and competed, and tried their best to pile all the benefits on you, but in the end, you still have to pretend to be humiliated and embarrassed for whom to see? As a real beneficiary, what qualifications do you have to say this? "
The second brother's face flushed red instantly, and the joints of his hand holding the folding fan turned white due to the force. He said angrily: "Don't talk nonsense! My Duan family has been upholding the family tradition of integrity for generations. How could we be like you and curry favor with the powerful? I disdain to associate with the playboys in the Marquis' Mansion because I want to stick to my original intention, not because I want any benefits."
Duan Jiashu was not moved at all. Instead, he took a few steps forward, stared at his second brother, and continued, "Stick to your heart? Humph, don't pretend. You know very well that my father and mother want to use me to please the Marquis' Mansion. Isn't it for your future?
You usually write articles to criticize the young marquis, isn't it just to gain a reputation for being noble? Now that you see I'm going to the marquis's mansion, you jump out to accuse me, simply because you're afraid that I'll ruin your good fortune, and that I'll take away the attention and resources that should belong to you.
You keep saying you don't care, but when it comes to getting something for yourself, you're probably more motivated than anyone else."
The second brother was so angry that he was shaking all over. He opened the folding fan in his hand and pointed at Duan Jiashu and said, "You... you are talking nonsense! I, Duan, have always acted uprightly. How can I allow a villain like you to slander me!"
Duan Jiashu was not in a hurry. He slightly turned sideways, glanced at his second brother, and sneered, "Open and aboveboard? If you are really open and aboveboard, you should go to the Marquis' Mansion openly instead of hiding behind and letting me, a bastard, bear all this for you.
You enjoy the honor of being the eldest son, and everything your parents have planned for you, but you pretend to be forced here. Don't you think it's ridiculous?"
The second brother was speechless after being rebuked by Duan Jiashu. His face turned pale and blue. After a long while, he uttered, "You...you are such a dirty person, you are not worthy to talk to me!" After that, he turned around and was about to leave.
Duan Jiashu looked at his second brother's back and shouted, "Second brother, walk slowly. Don't get angry and make yourself sick. After all, you are the hope of our family's future. We still have to rely on you to bring honor to our family in the future!"
The second brother paused but did not look back. He quickened his pace and left in a hurry, leaving Duan Jiashu standing there with a sarcastic smile on his face - he was too inexperienced, and he had no sense of accomplishment at all.
Although these people were easy to deal with, at night Duan Jiashu was touching the newly acquired banknotes and listening to the autumn rain hitting the banana leaves outside the window.
The original owner's memories were like rice paper soaked in water, gradually spreading out - how his stepmother withheld his monthly allowance, how his father treated him like nothing, and how even the servants dared to throw dirt in his soup...
Like him, but not him.
But they all have the same thing, a dull, painful toughness.
This original body, not only was not taken seriously, he was often ridiculed by people around him, and his food, clothing, housing and transportation were all very hardship. However, his life was temporarily preserved... How did he get into the Xuanyin Sect in the first place?
Oh, it seemed like he couldn’t survive. When he learned that he could pass the threshold, he sold himself to the Xuanyin Sect. From then on, his future life was in sight.
He only remembered that there were icicles on the beams of the dilapidated temple, and he clutched half a piece of hard biscuit, his knuckles purple and blue from frostbite, and kowtowed three times to sell himself - for those who couldn't survive, how could they care whether it was a devil's cave or not? It was just jumping from one quagmire into another deeper quagmire.
It was a battlefield of desire, where killing each other among fellow disciples was commonplace, and he was just one of the millions of ants.
The Xuanyin Sect is like a big dye vat. It seems that once it is assimilated, all the pain will disappear. The price is that all humanity and love will also fade away.
Selfishly pursuing power and desire, and selling out one's soul without hesitation.
It was as if the heavens were rewarding them for their callousness, depravity and devotion to desire, and in the end - they were burning their lives and igniting the fire of their souls in exchange for half a day of pleasure.
He always joked that he was an abandoned person chosen by fate. As a person who was always abandoned, he was the only one who could plan for himself.
In the eyes of his biological parents, he is always the backup option after weighing the pros and cons; in the eyes of his fellow disciples, he is the first choice to be calculated and exploited.
He was like a weed growing in a gutter, struggling to even raise his back.
But even so, he still gritted his teeth and climbed up, because compared to the humiliation of being trampled in the mud, he hated the absurd feeling of not being needed by anyone more.
"Alas." Duan Jiashu sighed. He felt that the character he played saw some of his past self. He felt helpless and upset. He wanted to go back to the Discipline Hall. He didn't know how everyone who had entered the formation was doing now.
He dreamed that under a tree in the Discipline Hall, Lu Wensheng was leaning on a stone desk and correcting files. The ink pen drew smooth arcs on the rice paper, and when he raised his eyes, there seemed to be fragments of light in his eyes.
Tang He came over with the newly bought candied haws in his hand, with sugar residue sticking to the corners of his mouth. He insisted on stuffing a bunch into his mouth: "Try it, it's not sour, and it's much better than the ones Sister Yan fooled people with before."
Yu He was standing in the corridor holding documents. When he saw him looking at him, he smiled and greeted him.
In a daze, there were other people, many people, smiling and calling him...
The light leaked through the gaps between the green leaves, weaving a golden net on the bluestone slabs.
Duan Jiashu suddenly saw someone reaching out his hand towards him. The lines on the palm of his hand were clear, and the fingertips still had thin calluses from years of holding the sword.
He almost instinctively reached out for his hand, but when he looked up he met a pair of gilded eyes - Wu Feipeng smiled brightly, just like when they first met that year, with the sunlight shattering on the tips of his hair.
It was like the warm sunshine breaking through the ice in spring, different from the passion of Lu Wen Sheng. The feeling was gentle and peaceful, yet equally compelling to look directly at and unable to look away.
Duan Jiashu suddenly woke up from his dream, with beads of sweat on his forehead.
His eyes were filled with shock and confusion, and he muttered to himself: "Why did I dream about Wu Feipeng?!"
Duan Jiashu stared at the dark patterns on the ceiling of the tent and heard his own pounding heart mixed with the sound of raindrops falling to the ground.
What you think about during the day you dream about at night? Duan Jiashu was horrified by his own thoughts - it felt like what Sister Yan said was true, and that the two of them were a little ambiguous.
This isn’t right, is this reasonable? Duan Jiashu had already forgotten what he was thinking before, his mind was full of something wrong, and he was a little insomniac.