Chu Shaoyang still remembers that when his father was kidnapped by the Eastern Qin Dynasty, he was still young, and he had not been taught by his father for too long. At that time, his father was very harsh on him and almost never showed his anger. Half a smile.
He had to get up before dawn every day to practice martial arts, because every ten days his father would personally assess him. If he slacked off even a little bit, he would be severely punished.
But his father was much kinder to Shao Bai. When he was sweating like rain on the martial arts training ground, his father would hug Shao Bai and feed him sweets with his own hands. He would smile sweetly when he saw Yi Yi in his father's arms. Shao Bai, Chu Shaoyang's heart was bitter, astringent, sore and painful!
He wished that his father would hug him like he hugged Shaobai. Even if he didn't give him candy, he would still feel happy.
But never!
As soon as his father's eyes fell on him, the kind smile suddenly disappeared and became as cold as ice without any warmth.
"Keep practicing, don't let me see you being lazy again!"
With just one sentence, Chu Shaoyang's newly budding warmth and warmth disappeared.
Chu Shaoyang swallowed all the pain and tears back into his stomach, no longer looked at Shaobai who was leaning on his father's arms, and continued practicing silently.
Again.
Ten times.
A hundred times!
He was sweating profusely, but he didn't dare to stop at all. As long as he moved a little slower, the whip soaked in salt water would hit his back hard, causing piercing pain!
No one could have imagined that he, who was less than ten years old and regarded by everyone as a nobleman of the royal family and the proud son of heaven, would be beaten every day since he was five years old, with the whip wielded by his father himself.
He didn't understand when he was a child. He only knew that he would be whipped if he was lazy. His father beat him mercilessly.
Once he fell ill and had a high fever. He couldn't get out of bed and didn't arrive at the martial arts training ground in time.
Father came to the bed and looked at him without saying a word.
He thought his father was here to visit him, so he was overjoyed. He propped up his body and boldly held his father's sleeve for the first time. He just shouted "Father..."
Before he finished speaking, a big and heavy slap fell on his face, knocking him from the bed to the ground. His cheeks were swollen.
"Get out and practice martial arts!"
Father gave a shout, then strode out without looking back.
Chu Shaoyang didn't remember how he crawled to the martial arts training ground. He gritted his teeth and endured the pain in his bones and started practicing martial arts, until he finally fainted from exhaustion.
When he woke up, he had been carried to the bedroom, where the imperial doctor was taking his pulse and prescribing medicine.
Because he had a background in martial arts, he recovered quickly and was cured after three days.
But during these three days, there was not a day when he didn't hope that his father would come to see him, but he never did.
Three days later, he returned to the martial arts training ground again. What awaited him was still his father's cold and emotionless eyes, and the whip soaked in salt water...
Such nightmare-like days accompanied Chu Shaoyang as he grew up. His deepest memory of his father was the ruthless eyes and the whip in his hand.
His father seldom spoke to him, and never taught him to read or write.
But when he just turned ten, his father took him hunting in the mountains and forests of the eastern suburbs.
He was so excited that he didn't sleep all night. He was fully dressed before dawn the next day, with his hunting bow and arrows on his back waiting for his father.