Inferior dominance

Butler Zhang is a man with great eyesight. Seeing that I seemed to be going to search for something in the utility room, he obliged someone to accompany me to act together. He also said that the room was too messy and it seemed necessary. Find a time to do a thorough cleaning of Yunyun.

Indeed, when the housekeeper opened the small skylight, I could even see many traces of dust flying through the light beams that penetrated, and they could even be said to be very dense, as if the air in this room could no longer hold them.

Because there are a lot of people, it is not difficult to find them. The portraits are placed in a huge wooden box and wrapped in a brown curtain, as if hiding some unknown secret.

The most gigantic portrait, about one person tall, hides behind the wooden box, looks up, and stares slightly at the woman in the painting. In my distant and vague memory, it seems to appear at the end of the hall of this mansion. the wall.

She is a quiet and elegant woman. Ji Xiao said earlier that she is six to seven points similar to me, but seeing her now, I don't think so. Her facial features are much more refined than mine, and there is no trace of thinking like me in her eyebrows and eyes , it seems that she is a carefree and innocent young lady who doesn't have to think too much about complicated issues.

Looking at the housekeeper, he seemed to be asking me what to do with this huge painting, while I looked at the pictures that were lifted out of the wooden box, stacked together from bottom to top, from large to small, or Paintings or photo frames, silently wave your hand, which means to tell them to go out.

When the door was slowly closing, I squatted down lightly, and with the light from the small skylight, I carefully traced the scene I saw at this moment with my eyes.

Why does the portrait of this woman appear in this mansion?Thinking this way, I moved the paintings that were piled up together one by one into my field of vision and arranged them.

Without exception, the main body of the picture frame is this woman who is said to be my mother. I think she must be deeply loved, otherwise, when facing the painter or the person on the other side of the picture, how could she be How about such a happy expression?

So, this mansion turned out to be related to her.

These large-scale portraits seem to have hired different painters to paint. Although it can be seen that they are all painting the same person, they have different coloring habits and brushstrokes.

Those who can portray a person's mood so vividly must be well-known painters at that time. Looking at the inconspicuous signature in the lower left corner, I thought so.

In addition to these larger frames, there are several smaller ones.

Put it in the viewing plane with both hands, it is not difficult to see that the smaller ones are all from the same "painter", well, maybe compared with the previous ones, call this person "painter" It is somewhat inappropriate, he can even be said to be a little different from that woman, and his brushwork is also a little clumsy. Although the lines and colors are more vigorous, it can always be seen that these are drawn by an inexperienced Painted by "Young Little Painter".

I feel that these "small" portraits are more like the appearance of "her" in the author's mind, but different from the large ones, the author's signature is not signed on any corner of the front of the paintings , Turning the other side, when I recognized the author's signature, for a moment, I fell into an unparalleled shock.

Dad?Had he ever been able to paint?The shock that this realization gave me was unprecedented.

So, what is his relationship with the girl in this painting?

Then I cast my eyes on the few photos in the box. At this moment, I feel a little numb in my legs. Fortunately, even if the photos are framed, they are relatively light, and they are easy to pick up.

The first one is a picture of this woman alone, which is similar to the content of those portraits, and it looks nothing special.

Chapter 2 is a photo of this woman and her father. To be honest, I can’t believe that it is my father. After all, the frail appearance that can’t lift his hands and shoulders is too different from my impression of him. In the photo, he and her Leaning together, the girl smiled generously, not like the couple I imagined, but rather... a pair of siblings.

The third one is a group photo of a group of people, I don’t recognize most of them, and the only father I know and the woman who is said to be my mother, they don’t even stand together, but stand separately in the picture On both sides, several people were separated in the middle.

Is it a group photo of the younger generations of the Yu family and the Ji family at that time?I speculate like this, seeing the father in the photo being embraced by a man who is much taller than him, I have an indescribable, strange feeling in my heart.

Maybe it's because of the expression on the old man's face. I dare not even think about this kind of old man who is suppressed but still smiling.

So, what happened?

I don’t know when, regardless of the dirt on the ground, I sat on the dusty floor, holding a photo in my hand, looking at the portrait, feeling an indescribable bewilderment in my heart, I felt as if I knew something, but It seems that I don't know anything.

I just realized that I might be the child of my father's first love, and he never forgets her, so even though I am not his own, he is still willing to support me at home.

Of course, I can't expect him to be very good to me.

Time passed by every minute and every second. I didn't know what I was obsessed with. Holding those two photo frames in my hand, I just looked at them over and over again...

Didn't see anything new.

but……

This discovery was actually a bit of a surprise. When I realized that the weight of my hands was inconsistent, I belatedly thought of another possibility...

Carefully, I broke open the photo frame that originally showed their group photo.

With a snap, the edge of the photo frame fell to the ground, and the few photos that were hidden behind that photo finally fell into my field of vision.

I couldn't help being stunned, and slowly picked up one of them. For a moment, I didn't know whether to be shocked or to cry.

It's a miniature wedding photo of that woman.

And the man next to her is obviously not the father.

But I have already recognized from his eyebrows that he is my father.

The one who gave me the surname "Ran".

I can't tell you how excited I was, after all, since I can remember, I haven't seen either of them, there is no common memory, and of course the "feeling" is impossible to talk about.

I just can't figure out why Dad still keeps this picture, she has already become someone else's bride.

"So there are times when you don't like to be clean." Ji Xiao's voice suddenly interrupted my thoughts, I was taken aback by him, and when I looked back, I realized that the light in the room had unconsciously dropped to the point where I needed to turn on. The point of the lamp.

Am I thinking too much?Ji Xiao walked towards me and saw the wedding photo in my hand. He seemed a little surprised, and took it in his hand. He lowered his eyes and stared at it for a while, "I haven't seen this one before."

It was so tightly hidden that it was normal if I hadn't seen it before. I stood up and found that my hands had been wiped with dust at some point, so I couldn't help but lightly dusted them.

"This is Ran Xingsheng, Mr. Ran, your father." Shaking the photo in front of my eyes, Ji Xiao looked like he knew everything again.

My heart was inexplicably heavy, and I didn't have the time to talk to him, so I said with a straight face, "Don't be a fool."

Ji Xiao was calm and unhurried, he told me to have dinner first, and then wait for him in my own room after taking a shower.

Looking at the dust all over his body, he knew that there was nothing he could do without washing it, so he reluctantly agreed to his request.

Probably because I couldn't wait, I ate very quickly, Ji Xiao who was sitting across from me put down his chopsticks and said, "You look like a primary school student who wants to finish his meal early so he can go back to his room and play games."

What a broken metaphor?I gave him a sideways glance, wrapped the meal in my mouth, and ran upstairs in a hurry. When I passed the bathroom, I didn't forget to close and lock my room. I don't want to see him when I return to the room after taking a shower. It was Ji Xiao who occupied the nest of doves and magpies.

It's a pity that in the middle of washing, Ji Xiao still wandered outside the door as expected, looking at his threatening figure outside the door, I held a big bottle of shampoo in my hand and said angrily: "What's the matter?"

"The razor is inside." Through the door, Ji Xiao's voice was muffled.

"Does it have to be shaved at this time?" I haven't seen him use that thing usually, and it's clear that this guy has no good intentions.

"You came in without giving it to me." Ji Xiao selectively ignored my question.

Damn, stinking rascal!Holding the razor in my hand, I opened the door a crack, and I held out a hand to him.

I wanted to close the door directly when he took it, but I obviously underestimated how shameless he was.

Using brute force to widen the gap in the door, Ji Xiao first thought it was funny and looked my whole body up and down, and then said to me with the corners of his lips curled up: "I'll wait for you in your room."

What shit!I slammed the bathroom door viciously, I gritted my teeth and thought, yes, the door can't stop the bandits.

When I returned to the room wrapped in a bath towel after taking a shower, I found Ji Xiao sitting on my bed, shirtless, holding those photos in his hand, as if he was looking at them carefully.

"I locked the door because I don't want you to come in." I think my face was very ugly at that time.

But Ji Xiao completely ignored my accusation, he looked at my body, "Did you never exercise? Unexpected as always."

I was so pissed off, looking at his two big pectoral muscles and eight-pack abs, I naturally knew that he couldn't compare with him, but it was another matter to be told.

Walking over aggressively, I grabbed my quilt viciously, "You sleep on my bed and speak ill of me, is there no law in this world that can control you?"

He seemed to be extremely happy with my anger, and he firmly fixed the quilt in place with only one hand, "I see you are in a hurry." He said, it seemed to him that it was just a slight tug , I couldn't stabilize my figure and fell on the bed, even my whole body was lying on his lap.

It's really stupid, anyway, the strength can't be compared, so I should think of other ways to punish him, I buried my head in the quilt, bitterly, I thought.

In the end, I put on my pajamas and shrank into the bed, Ji Xiao made it very warm inside as usual, but when I touched his bare legs under the covers, I couldn't help but curse: "Damn! Can't you wear a pair of pants?"

Ji Xiao teased, "I just took a shower, what clothes are I wearing?"

Knowing that he was alluding to my behavior of insisting on changing into pajamas just now, in fact, it is true that, as a rule, I like to sleep naked when I have just taken a shower, but it is another matter if there is another person in the room.

"This is my house, it's my own freedom to wear pajamas or not!" I blushed and tried to argue, but in Ji Xiao's eyes, it seemed like a trick I was powerless

He stared at me and just smiled.

"Forget it, I'm too lazy to talk to you, you say you know this person, let me introduce you briefly." I pointed to the man next to the woman in the photo, and I got straight to the point.