Her Majesty’s Modern Harem

Update time: 2013-1-11 21:31:10 Number of words in this chapter: 4106

"No matter what, she is the mother who gave birth to you!"

Su Junli nodded and said, "No matter what the living situation is, every mother's heart should be great and pure."

"Um."

Ye nodded and touched her belly, "I also have children. I believe that no matter what happens to me in the future, I will love them. Our mother is the same."

Chu Xian looked at the two with complicated expressions.

His biological mother, Huang Fei'er, was a social butterfly, and he knew it since he was a child. Therefore, he was always discriminated against by his peers with good backgrounds, who called him the son of a **** and a low-born.

Therefore, he cried in his adoptive mother's arms more than once and asked if he was a bitch.

The kind and loving adoptive mother always hugged him and comforted him, saying that there is no distinction between high and low in this world, and no matter what the mother is, the child is pure. He also told him that the so-called courtesans are just women with a more lively temperament, not a bitch.

Even so, there was still an indelible haze engraved in his heart.

Night is different.

He is an orphan, and what he suffers is the discrimination of having no parents, not the discrimination of his mother. Therefore, he can quickly accept the mother in front of him.

As for him, he had to go through some psychological barriers.

"brother-"

Ye hugged Chu Xian's shoulders, "No matter what, we two brothers will bear it together."

This is the first time Ye called him a brother.

Chu Xian suddenly felt the corners of his eyes wet.

In this world, there is always a special emotion entangled in the heart, that is blood relationship.

No matter what happened to his mother, since she came, he had to face it.

Chu Xian and Ye came to the door of the house.

All I could hear were bursts of extremely suppressed cries coming from inside, like trapped animals.

Every sound was like a whip, whipping Chu Xian and Ye's hearts, making their hearts throbbing.

Of course, they are painful, but she is even more painful.

It is estimated that even if she died, she would not want her son to see her in such a desperate situation.

Ye reached out to push the door, but found that the door was tightly fastened.

"Mother…"

Ye squeezed out such a primitive and sacred title from his mouth with a little difficulty.

The crying inside stopped—

After a long time, the crying became louder, lamentation, grievance, self-blame, guilt...

All kinds of emotions are mixed in it, as if to cry out all the emotions.

"Mother—" The first call came out, and the second call came out easily, "We're coming in—"

"don't want!"

Howled inside, "I'm not your mother, you go away, I don't want to see you!"

"You are our mother."

Ye's tone was full of emotion, "We have waited so many years to see you, please don't refuse."

"I'm not, as I said, I'm not your mother, get the **** out of here!"

The house was full of hysterical voices, full of fear and uneasiness.

Ye and Chu Xian froze outside, looked at each other, and exchanged opinions.

"Maybe, we'll come back when her mood stabilizes?" Su Junli asked aloud.

Ye shook his head, "If we leave, maybe we will never see her again."

Su Junli thinks about it too.

"She doesn't want to see us now, what should I do?" Chu Xian asked.

"Wait-"

Incomparable determination appeared on Ye's face, "Wait until she is willing to see us."

Su Junli nodded.

The three sat at the door, silently.

The crying in the room first became louder, then gradually became smaller, intermittently, and then stopped.

After a while, the door was slightly opened, revealing a pair of eyes that were red and swollen from crying. When they saw the three people still outside the door, they closed the door again with a bang.

"Mother, I'm Chu Xuan!" Ye stood up and called to the door.

"I'm Chu Xian!" Chu Xian still refused to call out that title.

There was a heavy sound of people falling to the ground from inside.

Ye He Chu Xian's face froze.

"Mother, what's the matter with you?" Ye knocked on the door and called, his voice full of anxiety.

Chu Xian also looked anxious.

"I'm fine... woo woo... You go, I've said it all, I'm not your mother, whether I live or die, I don't care about your business." The inside shouted, but the voice was not firm, with a bit of hesitation.

"We won't leave unless you are willing to see us. Mother, we have missed you for more than 20 years. Now that we are in front of you, why don't you want to see us?" Ye said.

There was another silence.

"Mother, no matter what your situation is now, you are our mother. This blood relationship will never change. Before, I always thought that I was an orphan without father and mother, so I envied those who have parents. , now, I have finally found my parents and know that I am not a poor orphan, do you know how happy I am? Do you just have the heart to let me be an orphan all the time? "

As Ye talked, tears appeared in the corners of his eyes, his voice was choked, and his face was sad and fragile.

This was the first time Su Junli saw Ye in such a state.

All along, she thought that he was a tough guy, but now it seems that he is just a lost child who lost his mother.

Seeing him like this, Su Junli's heart ached, she reached out to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and kissed him on the cheek.

Chu Xian also looked at Ye in a daze.

Compared with Ye's orphan status, he is much happier. He has a father and an adoptive mother who regards him as his own. It is said that it is still in the feudal dynasty's women's society, how much pain does it have to suffer as a bodyguard?

He yearns for the love of his parents more than himself.

There was complete silence in the room.

"Mother-"

Ye shouted again, "The greatest pain in life is nothing more than the absence of a parent who wants to support a child. You are still here, why can't we let us enjoy the happiness of serving our parents?"

"I... am not worthy to be your mother."

The inside mourned and cried, "I just gave birth to you, I have not raised you for a day, and now I am humble and humble, and I am not worthy to be your mother. You should go back to your father and call the one with noble birth Let her be your mother, just pretend that there is no one like me in this world."

"You exist, so how can we make us treat you as if you don't exist? In this world, between parents and children, there is no such thing as worthy or unworthy. Yes." Ye said.

"Why do you bother?"

"It's not why, it's necessary." Ye slightly pushed the latch open.

Huang Fei'er was sitting on the ground with tears all over her face, her hair was disheveled, and her face was extremely desolate. The red dress on her body showed an extremely frustrated look. She looked pitiful and pathetic.

Seeing them coming in, Huang Fei'er hurriedly covered her face with her hands, "Go out, go out, I don't want to see you."

Ye walked over, reached out and grabbed her hands, making her face him.

"Mother, look, I am your son, how can you not see us?" Ye Xin said in pain.

Huang Fei'er looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar face in front of her through her teary eyes, her lips pursed, but she was unable to speak out for a long time.

"I'm Chu Xuan, he's Chu Xian. Now that we've grown up so much, you should take a good look at us." Ye begged.

Huang Fei'er looked at Ye, then at Chu Xian, tears flowed down her face again like a bank bursting.

Ye stretched out his hand and took her thin body into his arms.

Chu Xian also squatted down, and the three hugged each other, crying into a ball.

Looking at the scene in front of her, Su Junli's eyes were also wet, she hurriedly shifted her gaze, and looked around the walls.

Seeing the scene in the room, Su Junli finally knew what the idiom "Four walls of bare houses" meant.

The four walls were dilapidated, and there was a dilapidated big bed, a table, two chairs, and several sets of clothes hanging on the walls.

The only thing in the whole interior that looked a bit ornate and freshly wiped was a framed picture on the table.

In the photo is a young man and woman, each holding a baby who is still in the swaddle, smiling happily.

The man in the dark blue Chinese tunic suit in the photo is Chu Xian's father, Chu Junyi, and the charming young woman in the blue flower cheongsam with a white background and a high bun is the sad and pitiful woman in front of her.

Looking at the photos and looking at the person in front of him, no one can accept such a big contrast.

What did she go through to get to where she is today?

Su Junli looked back at the three mother and son who were crying together.

And Ye, when he was still a baby, why was he able to travel to Dayong inexplicably?

Myself, grandma, Leng Qingfeng, night...

What kind of opportunity did the four of them have the opportunity to go from one world to another?

Will there be a special medium connecting them?

Perhaps Huang Fei'er was too stimulated, crying and crying, and passed out in Ye's arms.

Night picked her up and put her on the bed.

The moment she hugged her mother, Ye was so sad that she shed tears again.

She was so light, her whole body was so thin that she was only skin and bones.

Chu Xian covered Huang Fei'er's body with a quilt, stared blankly for a while, and then his eyes fell on the photo.

He reached out and picked up the photo, bit his lower lip, "I really hate grandpa!"

Ye looked at him.

"If grandpa hadn't disliked mother and forced father to marry another, our family wouldn't have been separated, you wouldn't have become an orphan, and mother wouldn't have fallen to this point—" Chu Xian choked up, his voice trembling slightly. "The world is like a new game of chess. Things have come to this point. It's useless for us to resent. We can't save anything." Su Junli said aside, "It's better to cherish it."

"Cherish it well. Yes, my adoptive mother is so kind to me, can I resent her for intervening and cause our parents to separate?" Chu Xian murmured.

night slightly nodded

Up to now, resentment and hatred will only lead to new tragedies, it is better to cherish the present.