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Chapter 148 Not worthy (father’s perspective)

Wang Wenqiu was startled, and after a long pause, he squatted on the spot, raised his head, and looked at Wang Yangkai who was sitting on the stool.

He asked in a slightly hoarse tone: "Master Patriarch, why didn't you say it earlier? I have lived for more than thirty years and I don't deserve to know?"

This sentence Wang Wenqiu asked the most pointed question ever.

He never thought about it, but this question was lingering in his mind and he blurted it out unconsciously.

After Wang Wenqiu asked this question, he came back to his senses and quickly added: "I'm sorry, patriarch, I don't mean to blame, but I'm really crazy and want to ask clearly. If it's inconvenient for you, That's all. Thank you for coming today. I'll send you back later."

Wang Yangkai didn't blame him, but looked at him happily and said with emotion: "It's okay, I appreciate your ability. Tell me what you want directly. If you don't tell me, it would be a bad idea."

"I didn't tell you before. How can a child be without a mother? How can I be a villain if you are close to your mother?"

Wang Yangkai put the crutch aside, pulled Wang Wenqiu's left hand to his knee with his right hand. His rough right hand covered his rough left hand.

"Secondly, I personally believe that knowing some things will be more painful than not knowing. You can still have hope if you don't know, but if you know, you will be stubborn and unable to turn around. Being confused has its advantages, and being smart Bullying may not always lead to the high ground."

Wang Yangkai took a deep breath, exhaled, and sighed: "If you dig in the ground forever, I might take some with you! Bury the words underground. Even if you come and ask me a hundred years later..."

He patted Wang Wenqiu's hand and took a closer look. His hand was almost as tired as his own. He looked up. Looking at his arms, the muscles were tight and the veins were beating, showing that he was a man who was past his thirties and still several years away from his forties.

He could not say four words to this hand: "With a clear conscience."

Wang Yangkai could only send Wang Wenqiu's left hand back, and his own hand Reaching for the cane, he held it in his hand.

"Uncle? Uncle..."

Wang Wenqiu watched in surprise as Wang Yangkai stood up tremblingly, and immediately stepped forward to support him.

Wang Yangkai looked at the hand holding him again and lamented: "But I am not only your uncle, but also the head of the Wang clan. If I tell you, will it bring trouble to the clan? A bigger disaster will come. I am your uncle, the uncle of your two brothers, and the eldest brother of your biological parents."

"I will always wonder if you forgot this because of God's arrangement. , it is destined to be like this. If you feel resentment, will your biological father blame me? If you make a mistake because of resentment, can I bear it for you?"

Forget it, Wang Wenqiu? The first person heard it in confusion, but the second person immediately retorted: "I am veryMy son, I know I have done something wrong and I have to bear it myself. I don’t need my uncle to help me, I will go to the Yamen myself. "

"So, everything is my fault. If you have any resentment in your heart, blame me. But, please keep in mind what I just said. You go ahead and do your work, there is no need to see me off. "

Wang Yangkai patted Wang Wenqiu's hand, turned around and called his old friend to leave.

The old friend complained on the road: "When you came just now, you didn't call me. . If I don't come, how can you do it alone? "

Wang Yang started to laugh: "Without you, there will naturally be others. "

...

As soon as Wang Wenqiu was busy, he forgot about the unhappiness in his heart. After everyone had left, he had time to think about the words of the royal family leader just now.

He thought about eating, sleeping, farming, and even washing up.

It was hard for Liu Zhaoxing not to put down her hands. Huo Huo, looking at Wang Wenqiu sitting on the stool with his brows furrowed, shouted loudly: "Wenqiu, Wen-Qiu-, Wang Wenqiu? "

Liu Zhaoxing approached, squatted down and looked at Wang Wenqiu closely, and shouted softly: "Chirp? "

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Wang Wenqiu did not respond to his famous name. He immediately said helplessly to such nicknames that destroyed his masculinity: "Don't Call me by my nickname. "

Liu Zhaoxing rolled his eyes, moved a stool from the side, and sat next to him.

"Isn't that calling your name, so you pretend you can't hear it? If you can hear me clearly, do I need to call you by your nickname? To be honest, what are you hiding from me? Are you going to support your two brothers again, or are you working for free? ”

At this time, they had just finished their dinner in the evening, and the summer was long. From inside the house, you could just see the scene of the sun sloping down in the west of the courtyard.

She looked at Looking at the scene in front of her, she was not angry when she said these words, because her son had won the prize and was about to return home, which made her even more happy.

She couldn't wait to make new clothes. , so that Shengzi could wear it when the ancestral hall was opened.

Wang Wenqiu said helplessly: "None of them. "

Liu Zhaoxing turned around, looked at Wang Wenqiu's tanned face, rubbed the corners of his mouth, made him smile, and shouted: "No, your son has already passed the exam, why are you crying and mourning? Make me laugh! "

Wang Wenqiu held up two fingers and said vaguely: "Didn't the patriarch come here yesterday and tell me something? I can't figure it out.

Liu Zhaoxing took his hand back and urged: "Then why don't you tell me quickly? I'll help you think about it." "

Wang Wenqiu was not one who could hide things, so he told her everything.

After hearing this, she did not laugh at her pillow person, but said: " You don’t really blame the clan leader, do you? ”

“No, lookAm I that kind of person? "

Wang Wenqiu hit himself directly and sighed: "I just can't understand why the patriarch asked me to blame him, why the patriarch didn't tell me the truth. "

"Oops——"

Liu Zhaoxing couldn't help but touched Wang Wenqiu's head, but he patted it away again.

"But it's all Ordinary things. The clan leader is in charge of the entire clan, and you are tall and powerful, didn't he say that? Afraid that you will do something wrong. "

Wang Wenqiu retorted: "I will go to the government myself. "

"Can he just watch you go? Just because of his words, isn't this a crime? Moreover, it is always not good to get into a lawsuit if he is in charge. "

Liu Zhaoxing had to point it out: "If you blame the patriarch, you might as well think about your mother. What she did cannot be done by one person. "

She laughed at herself: "My biological parents are also partial, but they never abandon me. It seems that they have done a good thing? "

Wang Wenqiu's head was in a mess, and he could not give Liu Zhaoxing a response.

He recalled what he had done before, and he had never been ashamed of his parents and brothers. Why did they act like this? ?

Seeing that Wang Wenqiu was troubled, Liu Zhaoxing did not give any explanation this time. She just picked up the unfinished work in her hands and worked alone.

Waiting for Wang Wenqiu to come to her senses. , the sun had already set.

Liu Zhaoxing had already rested, but she lit a lamp, leaving some light.

He blew out the lamp, felt in the dark, and found it. Get on the bed gently and lie down slowly

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