After being dressed as a little fat, he was taken away by the male protagonist

Chapter 80 It turns out that today is the memorial day of the hero's mother

Shen Yan with a cold and handsome face put down the delicate jade bowl, and pointed to Qiu Xiaoan who was shivering beside him with his eyes.

"Yes, master."

Qiu Xiaoan rubbed his hands under his sleeves, then picked up the pot of meat porridge in front of him, turned and left the dining room under the old woman's gnashing eyes.

The servant was holding an empty bowl, feeling extremely embarrassed. If it was the past, she would have rushed up to stop her from taking it away, but after going through many things in the past few months, even as the old woman's personal servant, she would not dare to take it away. As arrogant and domineering as before.

The servant lowered his head and returned to the old woman.

Then he was stared at by the old woman.

"Even if Laoshen and you are not grandparents in name, but you have the blood of the Shen family, it's fine if you don't respect Laoshen, aren't you afraid that the name of disloyalty and filial piety will be spread!"

The old woman was obviously very angry, her chest fluctuated.

Xiao Ling thought to himself, did the old hag have a convulsion today, she rushed to lean on the muzzle of the gun, didn't she see that the male lead was in a very bad mood?
"Unfaithful and unfilial?"

The lower jaw in the crane cloak was lifted slightly, and Shen Yanjin's cold voice rang out, full of ridicule, because of the movement his smooth neck was exposed.

The extremely cold tone came out again: "Who am I loyal to, and whom should I be filial to?"

"you……"

The old hag covered her heaving chest, and the crutch fell to the ground. She was so frightened that the servants beside her rushed to help her, and said anxiously, "Old madam? What's wrong with you!"

"Pretentious gesture."

Shen Yanjin's voice was low and hoarse, he took a sip of the hot soup, got up and put the little fat chirp in his nest into his sleeve pocket, and left the dining room.

As soon as he left the dining room, he could hear the sound of smashing bowls and spoons, crackling, and vague curses from inside.

Quietly Mimi got out of her sleeve and took a look at the expressionless Shen Yanjin, then shrank back stiffly from the cold.

Today's Shen Yanjin was very strange, Xiao Lu couldn't tell what was wrong, in short...he was extremely abnormal.

Wherever he went, he stared into the distance, and his thoughts drifted away when he sat.

Xiao Lu didn't understand what was wrong with him, so he could only try his best to rub his arm to make him happy.

It wasn't until night that he prepared a lot of incense stick offerings that Xiao Lu didn't realize it.

Today is the day when Shen Yanjin's mother passed away.

Knowing this, Xiao Ling couldn't help feeling distressed.

It didn't know how Shen Yanjin's mother passed away, nor what happened before he was five years old, so it could only curl up beside him, rubbing his hand with its soft feathers.

Shen Yanjin took out a picture scroll, hung it in front of the altar, lit the incense sticks, and stood expressionlessly.

He didn't kneel down.

It took a long time... before he put away the scroll and put it away again, ordering Qiu Xiaoan to carry down the offerings one by one.

The solemn atmosphere became a little lighter.

"Chirp?"

Xiao Lu jumped onto Shen Yanjin's broad shoulders and tilted his head to look at him.

"No problem."

He replied coldly, and walked slowly back to the bedroom.

"My mother..."

Ok?
The drowsy Xiao Lu suddenly became energetic, and looked at Shen Yanjin seriously.

Shen Yan would like to unfold the blank paper, holding a writing brush with his shiny jade fingers, while holding down his wide sleeve with the other hand, he drew lightly on the paper.

"It was suicide."

After hearing this, Xiao Ling fell silent, and the comfort it aroused suddenly disappeared.

There is only one kind of person in the world who cannot be saved and will never be forgiven by his family, and that kind of person is...

suicide.

Xiao Lu didn't know what Shen Yanjin's mood was like back then, and he didn't know what he thought when he made offerings.

During Xiao Lu's stunned time, Shen Yanjin completed a painting.

(End of this chapter)