After I Died, I Was So Popular Again

The Liang Jiazu in the capital city once had a high-ranking official, and although he is now in despair, he is also strong in the outside world, and the rules are strict.

Mingshan is a small servant who has accompanied Liang Luoduan since birth.

Why did he become a servant?

Because his father, grandfather, grandfather grandfather are all descendants of the Liang family.

Of course Mingshan couldn't escape this fateful circle.

However, Ming Shan is very contented, and Young Master Liang treats him very well.

Sometimes Mingshan even felt that Young Master Liang was more pitiful than himself.

How can anyone be required to study since their mother's womb?

The Liang family is looking forward to Liang Luo Duan becoming a talent, imperial examination high school.

As soon as he was learning a word, the four books and five classics were piled up in front of him.

As soon as he learned to walk, Father Liang invited a martial artist for him.

Later, Liang Luoduan was a little older and was strictly required by Liang's father.

When Young Master Liang Xiao was bored studying in the house, Ming Shan also had to accompany him.

He doesn't understand, so he can just daze or take a nap-yes.

But if Young Master Liang dared to distract himself, the pointer would be swung down mercilessly, leaving a miserable red mark on the boy's fair and tender skin.

—Every day, the boy grows into a teenager.

Other children are playing outside.

He kneels in front of the futon every day, only studying and studying, like a sluggish walking dead.

Ming Shan remembered that Young Master Liang was the one who contracted sugar addiction at that time.

Probably because his childhood was too bitter, something slightly sweet can make him forget those pains for a while. So addiction is very strong.

Father Liang forbids him to eat so much sugar.

Mingshan slipped to the kitchen in the middle of the night to help Young Master Liang steal.

Or wait for the monthly confession to be issued, go out and buy it, hide it and eat it quietly.

Young Master Liang especially hates painting.

Ming Shan knew that he looked upright and rigorous in appearance, but in fact he had already managed to get rid of three old painters behind the scenes.

The Liang family doesn't have that much money and then hire a famous painter for Young Master Liang.

Later, after introduction, a young Mr. Fu was invited.

When Mr. Fu came, Mingshan stood by the side.

It seems that Young Master Liang's attitude was very bad at first.

Ming Shan thought that Young Master Liang would continue to drive him away again.

But he didn't.

...

The change started from there—day by day.

"Young Master Liang laughed in the painting class today." Ming Shan ran to tell the kitchen Aunt Xu excitedly.

Aunt Xu disagrees, "What's so strange about this."

Ming Shan: "You don't know, Young Master Liang has never laughed in class."

Even the smiles that Young Master Liang smiles to the guests on weekdays are just smirks in disguise.

Ming Shan hasn't seen him smile so bright, happy, and pure for a long time.

...

Mr. Fu has no fixed residence in Beijing, living in Liang's guest room.

Ming Shan often sees Young Master Liang running to Mr. Fu's room.

Yes-thunderstorms in the night.

The thunder roared outside, as terrifying as hell.

Ming Shan was awakened.

He remembered that Young Master Liang was very afraid of thunder and was rushed to the bedroom in a panic.

But when Mingshan opened the door and entered, he found that the bed was empty.

Only missing-only pillow.

The corner of Mingshan's mouth—puffed, thinking with his **** to know where the young master went.

...

Lantern Festival.

Young Master Liang Xiao wanted to go out to play, but he didn't need to ask to know that Father Liang would definitely not allow it.

"Go and find—the big sacks containing only rice." Mr. Fu ordered.

Ming Shan responded blankly, and ran to ask Aunt Xu to come over.

Ming Shan watched in surprise as Mr. Fu poked the sack several holes, and then put Young Master Liang in it.

Mr. Fu just stepped out of Liang's house carrying this big sack, and no one noticed it.

Mingshan did not follow that day.

He only knew that Young Master Liang Xiao brought a rabbit lantern when he came back.

"Master painted this rabbit for me." Young Master Liang Xiao rarely showed off to him.

Mingshan pursed his lips-laughed.

Young Master Liang always called other teachers "old antique" secretly, but he called Mr. Fu directly.

In the evening, Young Master Liang put the lantern beside the pillow.

Mingshan persuaded: "Master, be careful of the fire candle, let's put it out."

Young Master Liang glared at him, "Dare you blow it out?!"

Mingshan: "...Don't blow it up."

Ming Shan took Young Master Liang’s clothes and went out to wash, and found that there was still a bunch of leftover candied haws wrapped in paper in his pocket.

The young master's shout came from the room: "Don't lose it to me!"

Ming Shan was helpless: "Master, the sugar is so fast that you can't eat it anymore."

Young Master Liang snorted: "I don't care, you put it in the cabinet for me."

...

On the day Mr. Fu left, the sky was misty and rainy.

Mingshan quietly broke his carriage wheel under the orders of the young master, which was of no avail.

The capital is prosperous, coming and going, there are always other cars that can take Mr. Fu out of the city.

Ming Shan looked up at Mr. Fu, and said sadly: "You only came to Beijing for March, so are you leaving now?"

Mr. Fu nodded.

Ming Shan: "But...Young Master, he has been infected with the cold and is unconscious. I am afraid that he will not be able to come out to send you today."

"It's okay, let him be healthy." He turned his head as he walked and said, "Goodbye."

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the sky is filled with gray and blue shades.

The figure of the young man drifted away until he completely disappeared from the field of vision.

Ming Shan's face was pale, and he wanted to stop Mr. Fu, but he didn't know where to stay.

With Young Master Liang’s character, many words would not be spoken at all.

Ming Shan suddenly caught up and shouted, "Mr. Fu..."

Did you ever know.

The red oil handwritten papers and pastries placed on the table in each class are not for him to eat, but are specially prepared for you.

You always said that Young Master Liang was distracted in class and stared out of the window in a daze. Actually, it was because he would be shy to look directly at you.

On the eve of your departure, the carriage broke down, not by accident... he was reluctant to leave you...

But with so many words stuck in his throat, Mingshan swallowed it back.

In the end, Mingshan could only wave his hand and smiled bitterly: "...-Lu Shunfeng."

There was no news from Mr. Fu afterwards.

It wasn't until the year when Liang Luoduan Senior High School champion was the top pick that Ming Shan received a letter envelope for him from an unknown source.

It was sent by Mr. Fu.

The letter came late, and only wished Liang Luoduan the success of the imperial examination and the title of the gold list.

There is also a purple gold brush with Langhao that Mr. Fu used before.

It is said that this is an imperial gift left by Mr. Fu's elders, and he has now given it to Liang Luoduan in his letter.

Mingshan saw Liang Luoduan cherishly put this pen away.

later.

"Master, Mr. Fu has passed away." Ming Shan said cautiously.

When he heard the news suddenly, Liang Luoduan seemed very calm.

He still goes to the Imperial Academy every day to work, socialize, go outing with friends, talk and laugh.

He looks-as usual.

Ming Shan-The heart of mentioning it was let go again, thinking that he had no longer cared about Mr. Fu.

However, one day, the brush broke accidentally.

Liang Luoduan went to the best painting shop in Beijing in the rain overnight, asking someone to fix it.

The boss connected it, and there were still obvious broken marks on the pen.

"It can't be restored to the original state." The boss regretted.

Mingshan watched Liang Luo hold this pen and sat withered in front of the store-night.

The rain is so heavy.

And Ming Shan Wei—all he could do was to stand beside him silently holding an umbrella for the other party.

...

Then, when Liang Luo met Emperor Ming, the official route was magnanimous, and he was promoted step by step.

Ming Shan was by his side, witnessing how Young Master Liang grew up to be an independent teacher.

The emperor wanted to tell him pro, but was rejected.

The object introduced by the parents in the words of a matchmaker was rejected.

Since Mr. Fu, Mingshan never saw any happy people in Liang Luoduan.

He—heart was on state affairs, and he was never married before he died.

When Qi Linqing returned home, he saw the Chinese painting championship trophy in the living room.

It showed a cold metallic color under the light.

The runner-up of the Ink Cup National Competition was named Gao Taiqing and won the second prize.

Qi Linqing still remembers this name.

He made a phone call and Mr. Tuoyan investigated the other party.

If possible, he wants to buy the brush again from Gao Taiqing.

The next day.

Elder Yan told him regretfully: "... Gao Taiqing has already sent the pen to the auction house and has just been bought."

Qi Linqing subconsciously asked: "By whom?"

Guardian Auction House.

The auctioneer yelled: "Tang Chao Zijin Langhao brush, 500,000-times, 500,000-times, is there any higher..."

"..."

"Have."

"Guest No. 13, bid 520-million!"

"Five hundred and twenty thousand-one time... two times... three times... Congratulations to the guest on the 13th for bidding this purple gold wolf hair brush!" The auctioneer gleefully knocked down the golden hammer.

Gu Demao looked at guest 13-Zhong Chen with a dull expression, unbelievable: "Are you crazy? Why do you spend ten times the price..." Buy a broken brush?

Zhong Chen glanced at him, and suddenly said, "Today is 521."

"By the way, more than 500,000-10,000 yuan, remember to return it to me in private."

Gu Demao: "..."

The author has something to say: Zhong Chen: If you want to be romantic, you can't eat a loss.

Thank you reader Jian Rongrong for throwing a mine

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