Rebirth of a Superstar

Dinner time was going on leisurely, and apart from the clinking of bowls and chopsticks, there was also the sound of laughter from the people on the table.

Mr. Murong talked about Murong Yi's parents while laughing, and sadness filled his heart again.

He said earnestly: "When Yi'er was two years old, both of his parents were involved in a car accident, leaving the two younger children for me to raise."

He paused, and his clear eyes suddenly turned cloudy. He looked at Murong Ya and Murong Yi again and said, "So they lost their parents when they were young. It's all my fault."

The deep self-blame made him beat his chest, but the servant behind him was clever and had already prepared a towel and handed it over for him to wipe.

Seeing that the cheerful atmosphere just now suddenly turned solemn, Mr. Murong said to her with tears in his eyes: "Mingyue, what do your parents do?"

"I am an orphan. I grew up in an orphanage." She lowered her head and used chopsticks to count the few grains of rice in the bowl.

As soon as the words came out, everyone at the dinner table was startled. Even Murong Yi looked at her in disbelief.

Who would have thought that this girl, who gave off a simple and generous smile upon meeting her, would actually be an orphan who has always been strong.

Although he and she share the same problem, he still has a biological sister who has depended on each other since he was a child, and a grandfather who supports the family with only one hand.

For such a strong woman, he gave her a thumbs up from the bottom of his heart.

Both Mr. Murong and Murong Ya looked a little heavy. They were quite surprised that she was an orphan. They wanted to talk about the wedding, but it made Mr. Murong feel like they were stuck in their throats.

"Ah, it's okay, Mingyue, this will be your home from now on, and the door will be open at any time to welcome you." Mr. Murong smiled, seeming to have some sympathy and comfort in his tone.

Liang Mingyue pretended to be relaxed and said: "It's okay, grandpa, I'm used to it. Even if I don't have my parents, I will live a good life."

"Yes, Mingyue, if you date my brother from now on, if he dares to bully you, just tell me and grandpa, and we will help you vent your anger." Murong Ya joked along, teasing Murong Yi.

After hearing what his sister said, Murong Yi became jealous and said: "Sister, why are you turning your arms outward? I am your biological brother."

Although this was a joke, Mr. Murong felt something was wrong and quickly scolded Murong Yi: "You kid, what are you talking about? If Mingyue is dating you, she is from the Murong family and can be considered your sister's sister-in-law. How can this happen?

Could it be turning outwards?"

"That's right, brother, this is your fault!" Murong Ya relied on her grandfather's intimidation power to teach Murong Yi another lesson.

Liang Mingyue was still in quite an awkward situation at this time. She originally only agreed to accompany Murong Yi to finish the scene, but she always felt that eating here made her feel like an outsider. Every time she comforted herself in her heart, don't take it to heart, but she always

Feeling uneasy.

After finally finishing the meal, it was already getting late, and even the last ray of sunset had disappeared without a trace.

She originally thought she was just here for a homely meal, and then she was going to go home, but she was too naive to think about all this.

At the end of the meal, Mr. Murong repeatedly reminded Murong Yi to take her to see the pear blossoms in the garden. She couldn't bear to refuse the old man's offer, so she happily accepted it.

The evening wind in early spring was still a bit bit cold, and it felt like being cut by a sharp knife when it brushed against my cheek, causing me to gasp in pain.

But strangely enough, the pear blossoms here bloom two months earlier than usual. The pear trees elsewhere are still sprouting buds, but here the flowers are already fragrant.

The pear garden is a wrap-around structure, and the outermost layer is the oldest brick wall. In the east corner, there is a medium-sized pond.

The water in the pond sparkles under the light of the corridor not far away, and a three-dimensional fountain is built in the center, which seems to be for people to enjoy.

The flowers on the pear tree were in full bloom. When a gust of wind blew by, the petals fell from the tree. Some fell on the lawn, while others were swept into the pond by the wind.

There is an octagonal pavilion on the side of the pond with six solemn red pillars. There are ancient tables and chairs in the pavilion.

She was very curious and walked over quickly, with Murong Yi following behind.

I have to say that Mr. Murong actually loves ancient furnishings so much. They are really more realistic than the ones she used to make in costume dramas.

She touched here and there like a curious kitten, like a survivor left behind in the last century.

She found a seat nearby and sat cross-legged, looking thoughtful.

Murong Yi also sat opposite her leisurely and asked her interestingly: "How is it here? Isn't it beautiful?"

"I can't say it's beautiful, but it can calm people down and make them feel comfortable." She looked up at him with a pair of moving eyes, holding her chin with one hand, and continued: "Let people be able to be with this white snow.

Integrate into one.”

That is not beautiful, because the word "beautiful" is not enough to describe this vast white pear orchard.

At this time, not saying a word might be worth a thousand words, so Murong Yi simply looked at her quietly, looking at his grandfather's snow-white pear orchard, and actually felt that it was an extremely enjoyable thing.

Beautiful scenery and a beautiful woman on a good day are a perfect match!

However, if there is no wine, you may lose your elegance.

So he thought about drinking some wine at that time, firstly to warm up his body, and secondly to cheer him up.

He personally went to get a bottle of 1982 red wine, holding the red wine in one hand and two goblets in the other. Although the weather was cold, his heart was boiling.

"Where have you been?" Liang Mingyue still held her chin, but she heard heavy and rapid footsteps behind her, so she knew it must be him without even thinking.

Murong Yi continued to walk towards her and placed two wine glasses and a bottle of red wine on the table, which attracted her attention.

"Going to get some wine?" she asked, then shook her head, "No, I don't know how to drink. I'll get drunk as soon as I drink!"

Murong Yi pried off the bottle cap and said, "It's okay, let's not drink too much!"

At first she disagreed because she was a student, so she never drank alcohol and got drunk easily.

But after Murong Yi's earnest persuasion, she reluctantly agreed to drink a little.

He poured red wine into both goblets, and a stream of red liquid slowly flowed out from the bottle, filling the originally transparent goblets.

"Here, cheers!" Murong Yi picked up one of the wine glasses and made an invitation gesture.

Liang Mingyue also picked up the remaining glass, touched it with him, and drank it all in one gulp.

But she had no idea that this red wine had been stored for many years and had great staying power. As soon as she drank it, she felt dizzy and her eyelids were heavy.

"Mingyue, are you okay?" He didn't expect her to get drunk so easily, and she was still drunk and unconscious.

Her cheeks were as red as a peach blossom about to bloom. She was half-lying on the table drunk and unconscious. Sometimes she would stick out her tongue with relish and lick the remaining red wine at the corner of her mouth.

The long and slightly curled thick eyelashes are fluttering slightly, along with the frowning and relaxing eyebrows, and the even and steady breathing sounds one after another, making him look like a sleeping child.

But Murong Yi's situation was exactly the opposite. He felt that the blood in his whole body was running faster at this moment, as if he was swimming against the current, and he felt uncomfortable in every way.

His handsome face was already flushed, as if he was trying hard to restrain something from bursting out.

The lower part was also hard and painful. It seemed that he had been intoxicated without even thinking.

Murong Ya didn't know when she was standing outside the pavilion. She looked at her brother who looked uncomfortable, and had no intention of helping him, but just stood there quietly.

"Brother, this is what Grandpa meant!" Murong Ya told the truth.

Murong Yi tried hard to restrain himself, turned around and looked at his sister.

"Sister, why are you doing this? We have just started dating, and I don't want this beautiful thing to be based on the body." He was a little angry.

"You are the only bloodline of the Murong family. Do you think my grandpa and I won't be in a hurry?"

"That has to take a process, right?" he asked.

"We don't care about the process, we only care about the result." Murong Ya still looked like she was waiting for a good show, slightly curling her lips: "After tonight, grandpa and I can completely trust you."

After saying that, she waved her long skirt and turned to leave.

As he looked at the beautiful figure, the sadness and entanglement in his heart had long been revealed, but after all, this was Grandpa's order.

Then he turned his gaze to her who was sleeping soundly, and there was a look of guilt in his bloodshot eyes.

Trying hard to suppress the turbulent desires in his heart, he stumbled and carried Liang Mingyue to his room.

During this period, I passed my grandpa's study, but today was different from the past. Grandpa was a book lover and always read late into the night every night, but tonight there was no light on in the study.

It seems that this is really what my sister said, it was arranged by my grandfather.

He carried Liang Mingyue back to the room and placed her on the soft and comfortable big bed.

However, the blood in his body only increased. Looking at the graceful and exquisite person on the bed, the half-awake and half-asleep posture was really tempting.

His consciousness gradually blurred, and he couldn't tell what he was doing?

He felt like she was sleeping soundly on the bed, like a piece of ice, making him want to press his tall body against her.

The red lips as small as cherries were very alluring in his eyes at the moment, and he wanted to lower his head and kiss them.

In the end, reason prevailed, forcing him to keep his body away from her, and not daring to look at her.

The desire in his body made him almost unconscious, and his body uncontrollably wanted to get closer to her sleeping on the bed.

He randomly tugged on his neatly worn black tie and walked into the bathroom. (To be continued)