It is a good thing that Shen Qingxuan's walking ability has recovered. When he walked in front of his father, he keenly noticed that there was joy and excitement in his father's eyes, but he was not surprised. Yes, not at all. But he was very sure that no one else knew about this matter except him and Yi Mo. Shen Qingxuan had doubts. After the doubts passed, he glanced at Yi Mo beside him. Yi Mo's face was expressionless, indifferent as usual, and he looked at Father Shen. With just one glance, Shen Qingxuan understood everything. Although it was not detailed enough, the information he got was enough. Having been in close contact for a long time, he has learned how to discern emotions on Yi Mo's face. This is an ability that only the closest person has.
Lowering his eyes, Shen Qingxuan didn't say a word. Shen's father did not show a strange expression either, and then there was a celebration with wine, just like the time when Shen Qingxuan regained his ability to speak, relatives and friends all posted posts to invite them to the house, and they would not return if they were not drunk.
The banquet was withdrawn after three days, Shen Qingxuan rested for a while, went to his father's study with Ye Li, knelt down quietly without saying a word.
Father Shen sat behind the table, staring fixedly at his son who came to plead guilty, feeling quite relieved in his heart, fortunately, he finally knew that he came to plead guilty, and it was not because he was ignorant of repentance.
As a father, you always want the best for your son. Few parents in the world would expect their son to go astray, and he was no exception. Although I don't mind adopting a child who is a combination of a shemale and a demon as a grandson, it doesn't mean that I agree to my son marrying a monster, and that monster is still a male monster. Father Shen didn't even need to ask about the matter on the couch, he knew that his son was inferior to others. For this incident alone, Father Shen already felt humiliated in his heart, and his face was ashamed.
Now the son is willing to come to plead guilty, as long as he is willing to repent, the father is not a narrow-minded person, of course he can let the past go.
Father Shen picked up the teacup, took a sip of tea to moisten his throat, and said softly, "Since you're here, let's get up and talk."
Shen Qingxuan lowered his head, but remained motionless.
Father Shen's eyelids twitched, "Could it be that I was wrong?"
Only then did Shen Qingxuan raise his head, without showing any emotion on his face, and asked, "What did father think?"
As soon as he asked this question, Master Shen knew that some things were not as simple as he thought. Yes, how could he have forgotten that when his son was five years old, he went to the martial artist's house to play, and in the yard, he caught a A sparrow lay in the yard for a whole day until it was caught. He has been like this since he was a child, how could he give up lightly when he grows up
Pausing for a moment, Master Shen said: "What I think is that you are in good health now, and it's time to give birth to a grandson for me."
"Father forgot." Shen Qingxuan said quietly, "You already have a grandson. He can crawl in March, walk in May, and walk like flying in June. quantity."
"After all, I'm not my own grandson, there's a difference between inside and outside." Master Shen said.
"My father never taught me this way. I only remember my father saying that people only distinguish between good and evil, good and bad, and there is no difference between inside and outside. Could it be that the child remembered it wrong?"
Shen Qingxuan's answer was smooth and flowing, Master Shen choked for a moment, and finally got a little angry, "You have a good voice, so you learned to talk back to your father? Have I taught you this before?!"
"I don't dare." Shen Qingxuan said, bent down, kowtowed respectfully, "Father please punish."
Father Shen didn't know what to say when he saw his appearance. He stared and said nothing.
Shen Qingxuan was also silent for a moment, finally bent down again, kowtowed again, and said in a more serious tone: "Father please punish!" This time, he was the one who forced him.
The relationship between their father and son has always been harmonious. Hearing this, Shen's father was shocked, and asked in disbelief: "Really?"
"Really." Shen Qingxuan said.
Shen's father called the housekeeper, asked for the family law, did not allow anyone to intercede, just beat him. Hit hard!
The ruler hit his back, Shen Qingxuan didn't say a word.
The more he gritted his teeth and looked calm, the colder Master Shen felt in his heart. They never made the matter clear, but they have clearly explained their attitudes to each other. Mr. Shen has traveled all over the world. He has seen such a stubborn person before. Knowing that killing him is futile, his heart is even colder, like falling into an ice cave. This is his son! —For a monster, he did not hesitate to disobey his relatives, he did not hesitate to ask his own family law, all he did was to tell his father that for that monster, he would not care about life or death, even his relatives!
The ruler finally stopped, Shen Qingxuan's back was already stained with blood, his face was as white as paper, drips of sweat kept falling, and fell to the ground, forming small puddles.
Father Shen waved away the others, grabbed the ruler himself, hung it over his head, and asked in a cold voice: "I only ask you, can you change it?"
"Father," Shen Qingxuan paused for a moment, then smiled: "You once said that my temperament is very much like yours." He has also been in the business circle for several months, and he understands the rules of negotiation in his heart, and he knows how to control people's hearts. A soft word made Father Shen speechless. Sometimes the seemingly most insignificant sentence, used on the right person, is enough to make the opponent's ears ring and dazzle. Even if it fails to achieve its goal, it can soften people's hearts.
Father Shen froze on the spot, with almost indescribably complicated emotions, some were sour, some were relieved, some were angry, some were affectionate. The black ruler in my hand couldn't fall down anymore.
Shen Qingxuan lowered his head, as if he was waiting for the verdict, he showed no stubborn attitude, because he knew that it would only irritate the other party, so he bowed and kowtowed neither humble nor overbearing.
His forehead landed heavily on the hard rocky ground, making a blunt and muffled sound.
This is a son's request to his father, and it is limited to the high and low between them, and nothing else. There was never a trace of hesitation.
Father Shen dropped the ink ruler, walked to the window, and stood there for an unknown amount of time before he calmed down. Looking at the stars in the sky outside the window, he finally said: "If you convince your mother, I will leave you alone."
Shen Qingxuan prostrated himself on the ground, raised his head when he heard the sound, looked at his back, and said in response: "Thank you, Father." He kowtowed again before getting up and leaving.
That night, a pot exploded in the Shen family's house. Everyone knew that the eldest son was beaten, but no one knew why the master beat him.
Shen's mother knew the news a long time ago, but she didn't expect him to be beaten like that, with blood and flesh stuck to the silk cloth on his back, which couldn't be peeled off. Sitting in the room, Madam Shen judged herself that in her long life, she had never made any mistakes in caring for her husband and raising her son. She was unavoidably offended by her son's temperament once, and agreed to let him live in the mountains. Mother and son have been separated for many years. After finally coming back, he suffered this severe beating. There was no reason before the fight, and there was no explanation after the fight, which made her angry.
She had always been soft on the outside and strong on the inside, when she came back from Shen Qingxuan's room, she summoned the servant girl, and waited on her to change out of her plain dress and put on a fine attire. She also took out the jewelry that she only wore during big ceremonies and sacrifices, and put them on carefully. Alright, I just went to the study room, respectfully bowed to Mr. Shen as a wife, then knelt down without saying a word.
Master Shen was already troubled and depressed, but now when he saw his wife coming in, although he didn't open his mouth to ask questions, he knelt down just like his son, and forced him silently without saying anything. Master Shen got up and walked in front of her, pointing at the young couple who came all the way, he smiled angrily: "He said that his temper is up to me, so he lied to me. You mother and son are really exactly the same. You are rushing to force me today gone."
Mrs. Shen raised her head: "Master is the head of the family, who dares to persecute him. It is the mother's negligence to raise a child and not teach her. Qingxuan has already been beaten, so the mother must not be spared." Although she spoke slowly , but his words are firm, with some stubbornness and arrogance. This is the first time that Master Shen has been blamed by her for so many years of marriage, and he was at a loss for a while, staring at him, Master Shen said: "What nonsense are you talking about!"
"I'm not talking nonsense." Mrs. Shen raised her pointed and well-maintained snow-white chin, and sneered, "I just came to get the family law."
Master Shen stomped his feet, "Very good!" Picking up the blood-stained ink-black ruler, he made a gesture to strike.
Mrs. Shen took out a piece of paper: "After typing, please sign the master."
"What is that?" Sensing that something was wrong, Master Shen calmed down a little.
"The letter of divorce." Mrs. Shen spread out the paper and spread it on the ground, "I am not a good wife and have no way to raise my children. Today, I have adopted the family law myself, and I am willing to be divorced and expelled from the Shen family."
Master Shen was choked up in his throat, his face was flushed, and the ink ruler fell to the ground with a bang.
Mrs. Shen was also very angry, raised the volume, and repeated loudly: "Please punish me, master!" Her voice was crisp and bold.
That sound was resolute, Master Shen was frightened, the choked tone in his throat came along, looked at her for a while, finally sighed, walked over and knelt down and said: "You feel wronged, I know."
Mrs. Shen raised her eyes to look at him, then lowered her head again, apparently her anger was still there.
Master Shen supported her by the shoulders, and smiled: "How many years have you been married, only now do you think of getting angry with me, why bother?"
Mrs. Shen refused to give in, and said forcefully: "That's right, how many years have you been married, and it's only now that you think about hitting me?"
Master Shen couldn't laugh or cry, and shook his head, "Forget it, I know you are not convinced. You must know about this... It's just that you can't rub the sand in your eyes. If you know, I'm afraid you will be more ruthless than me..."
Mrs. Shen is also a smart person, she only needs to think about it to know there is something in her words, but she just can't believe it, "It's Xuan'er?"
"Get up..." Helping his wife up, the couple walked to the table and sat down. Master Shen said: "Drink some water first, and I will tell you slowly..."
Within an hour, Mrs. Shen walked out of the study and returned to her own room, her face was cold and anger could be seen faintly.
In the early morning of the second day, the girl rushed to Shen Qingxuan's South Courtyard to spread the word: Madame asks Eldest Young Master to speak.
Shen Qingxuan was lying on the bed right now, the doctor had just finished changing the medicine for him, wrapped him in a white cloth for self-cultivation, listened to the message from the maid, Shen Qingxuan opened his eyes, stared straight at the carved flowers beside the jade pillow, and sighed in his heart. The pain of flesh and blood is about to be endured again, alas, at least let him recuperate for a few days, right? After all, he is a weak scholar.
After getting up and putting on his clothes, Shen Qingxuan was supported by the maids and rushed to his mother's room.
The pain in his back made him sweat unknowingly along the way, and the sweat soaked the wound again, and the blood stained the white cloth again, and when he reached his mother's courtyard, the light blue robe was also stained red.
The maids supported him, and when Shen Qingxuan knelt down in front of Mrs. Shen, she exclaimed and pointed at his back: "Master, the wound is bleeding again!"
Shen's mother walked over to take a look, she was naturally distressed, but besides the distress, she was even more angry, she retreated, Shen's mother sat back on the chair, and asked word by word: "What your father said is true, did you wrong you?" ?”
Shen Qingxuan was silent for a moment, then replied: "My child has not been wronged."
"So, do you admit it?"
"Yes."
"Immorality!" Mrs. Shen frowned, and reprimanded bitterly: "Disgrace the family tradition!"
Shen Qingxuan knelt there, calmly said: "Yes."
Mrs. Shen threw her teacup in anger at his appearance, "Do you want to change it?!"
Shen Qingxuan didn't answer.
"If you change, I can let the past go, I will arrange a marriage for you tomorrow, and from now on you will take care of the family business at home, get along well with your wife, and have a son and a half..."
"Mother." Shen Qingxuan cut off her words, and his words were a bit cold: "So what if you don't change?"
"If you die and don't repent, I will drive you out of the house. From now on, the Shen family will have no eldest son!"
"Although my mother has the style of a woman, the son is now in charge of the Shen family. Even my father has no intention of expulsing this matter. My mother is a kind of girl, marrying a husband to obey the husband, and dying to obey the son. How can there be such a violation? An idea?!" Shen Qingxuan raised his eyes, and said in a ruthless voice: "Could it be that his father is dead!"
Mrs. Shen froze in place and shouted angrily: "Nizi!"
Shen Qingxuan looked at her, and laughed suddenly: "The child is unfilial, please punish her."
"Okay," Shen's mother clutched her chest, "I can't chase you away, but I can still beat you. I will kill you today, and I will ask the ancestors of the Shen family to ask for sins in the future!" Zhang Zhang came in, looked at his son kneeling there, and asked again: "Kill him, or change him?"
"How could mother not know?" Shen Qingxuan said without raising his head, "The child has died many times already, how could he be afraid of death?"
Shen's mother also smiled, and her usually noble face was finally distorted, "Okay, very good. I am really blessed to raise such a good son like you!" After giving the order, the servant did not dare to disobey. The stick fell hard.
Shen Qingxuan closed his eyes and knelt down. After ten sticks, he finally couldn't hold on anymore. He was beaten and bent down, propping his hands on the ground, bleeding from the roots of his teeth.
I don't feel miserable, just thinking that this is what I should suffer, and I suffer it all my life. It's just that there was a stagnant breath in his chest. When he met his father, he didn't feel this breath. When he met his mother, this breath came out from nowhere and rushed to his chest. He knew that his mother's temperament could only be soft, not hard He pushed on, but couldn't hold back his breath, and finally pushed on, head-to-head, and insisted on bumping into each other. Now that he has reached the top, he can only go down. Shen Qingxuan understands very well that for such a person, with this temperament, only when he reaches the extreme will he be willing to admit defeat. He just wants her to lose the last time, he just wants her to admit defeat, he just wants her to admit that there are still stains in this life, and everything is not perfect. It's not disrespect to my mother, but too much respect, so much respect that I feel resentment in my heart, and I can only vent it out in this way of hurting others and myself.
After twenty sticks passed, Shen Qingxuan was lying on the ground, and vaguely heard the sound of a door, the door was pushed open from the outside, and light came in. There was no sound in the room.
Shen Qingxuan knew something was wrong, and struggled to turn around, only to see Yi Mo standing at the door, with black robe and long hair, standing against the light, indescribably noble and gorgeous, like a god.
Yi Mo stretched out his hand, and the servant suddenly dropped his stick, suspended in the air, struggling as if being choked by someone's throat, but immediately rolled his eyes, and was already dying.
"Yi Mo," Shen Qingxuan called softly, "let him go."
Hearing this, Yi Mo let go, threw the man aside like garbage, and walked over. Kneeling down beside Shen Qingxuan, Yi Mo helped him up, and said in a deep voice, "That's all you have."
Shen Qingxuan reluctantly stopped, and chuckled: "That's all I want to do."
As soon as he said that, Yi Mo understood, looked at him for a moment, Yi Mo said: "You are ruthless." He is ruthless to others, and he is also ruthless to himself, such a person is rare in the world. Shen Qingxuan just smiled, with a bit of shyness in his smile, as if he was embarrassed by his words.
Mrs. Shen was sitting on the chair. Seeing that her son was about to die from the beating, her heart was weakened, but she couldn't hold back her face. At this time, Yi Mo came, and the servant stopped. Although she wanted to go down the steps, she looked at him again. The two standing there were at odds with each other, the steps were set up, but at this moment they refused to go down.
"Don't kneel yet!" Mrs. Shen scolded angrily, and Shen Qingxuan immediately knelt down again, with a calm posture, kneeling was justified, Shen's mother's heart was slightly extinguished, and she looked at Yi Mo, just when Yi Mo turned her head, the two of them Looking at each other, Yi Mo's expression was not cold and severe, but he was always indifferent, but when he saw Mrs. Shen's body turned cold, as if she had been intimidated, she gave birth to a little fear. She is a lady from an official family, married to a businessman, she was always proud and arrogant, at this moment she couldn't bear to be frightened, her eyes turned to Shen Qingxuan, and she threw out a sentence word by word.
She said: "Back then, I gave birth to a boy, not a girl!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Shen Qingxuan's face turned pale again, it was as white as paper. Kneeling on the ground with his head bowed, he asked the out-of-breath servant to stand up, took the stick, and continued beating.
"Beat!" Shen Qingxuan said calmly, "Old Madam told you to beat me to death, you will beat me to death, if you can't beat me to death, tomorrow I will send someone to skin you."
The servant was holding a stick, he was frightened by Yi Mo before, and now he was forced by the young master, he was really in a dilemma and didn't know what to do, he stood there with a sad face, wishing he could dig a crack in the ground to hide.
Shen Qingxuan said to fight, but Yi Mo didn't say a word, and glanced at the servant, the servant's face was pale, and he took two steps back trembling.
Seeing this, Shen Qingxuan whispered: "Yi Mo, you go first."
Yi Mo said: "Huh?" The ending sound rose, extremely displeased.
"This is my family business, you can't control it." Shen Qingxuan smiled: "Go back to your room. If I'm not dead, I'll come to you in a while."
Yi Mo squatted down again, the two faced each other, looked at each other for a moment, Yi Mo said: "Forget it, how about I marry you?"
Shen Qingxuan smiled and said: "You didn't hear my mother say that she gave birth to a boy, not a girl. I can only marry you."
"You did all this just to marry me?" Yi Mo said, "You know I won't answer."
"It's okay." Shen Qingxuan calmly said, "I'll pave the way, it's up to you whether you come or not." After a pause, he continued: "Anyway, I can live for a few more years, so I'll just wait, I'll pave the way for you , you think it over, you can marry at any time."
Glancing at the slightly sluggish mother on the chair, Shen Qingxuan said quietly: "I'll smooth out the obstacles along the way for you. I want to marry you, this is what I should do."
Yi Mo knew that he had made up his mind, so he had nothing to say for a while, so he was silent for a moment and said, "Have you made up your mind?"
"I've thought about it a long time ago." Shen Qingxuan smiled.
"If you were beaten to death, would you still be able to marry me?"
"If you kill me, I won't pester you. You should be happy." Shen Qingxuan looked away with gloomy eyes, and said slowly: "I am alive, mother is ashamed; I am dead, you will regain your freedom. If I If you are really beaten to death, you will all be freed. Let the whole family celebrate by beating the drums!"
Yi Mo listened and watched, and knew that he really thought so. He really thought so—living is a disgrace to his family, but he still wants to live, and he is willing to die to give him freedom after death. He didn't care about this life at all, he just lived for a day and did what he was supposed to do for a day, so it was his responsibility as a son of man to take care of the housework and work hard. So he was willing to kneel here and be beaten all over his body. This was his only personal wish. All he did was what he should do, and he was willing to be killed. If he can live, he is also willing.
In fact, there is no hope at all.
Yi Mo's hand was placed on his shoulder, the bones under the palm protruded, and there was still not much flesh. Thin and weak, but stubborn and hard, never willing to admit defeat. At this stage, he still has to fight to the death, not hesitating to burn everything.
It is such a temperament, knowing that there is no hope, but never giving up.
Shen Qingxuan didn't know what he was thinking of, so he leaned forward, pressed his bloody lips to his face, kissed his face, and said with certainty: "You know, I want to marry you. "Speaking so decisively, it was the first time for Yi Mo to hear the well-hidden cautiousness from this sentence, he clearly said: May I marry you. It means: can you marry me? Those who were hiding and hiding in the past and refused to show the slightest confusion and fragility, at this moment, Yi Mo heard it clearly.
In fact, I have always been afraid, like a drowning person, the only piece of driftwood he can hold on to, he can only hold on tightly, but he keeps worrying about whether the driftwood will be smashed or disappear .
Because once it disappears, the only reason to live is gone.
Shen Qingxuan was obviously desperate and stubborn, but always pretended to be. Yi Mo closed her eyes slightly, a strange pain surged in her chest, she wanted to hug this person up, hug her in front of her chest, rub her into her arms, crush him to pieces, and swallowed his flesh and blood. Then you won't be afraid anymore.
The door was pushed open again, Father Shen stood on the threshold, looking at the situation inside the house. There was no sound in the room, only a pair of men staring at each other, a gray woman sitting on a chair, and a servant holding a stick and weeping silently.
Father Shen sighed lightly: "That's all, Madam, go back to the room and rest." Beckoning the servant to help Shen Qingxuan back to the room, Master Shen said to Yi Mo: "This year's new tea has just arrived, come taste it with me."
Yi Mo followed him to the study, and Shen Qingxuan walked out of the room, squinting his eyes towards the bright sky.
The sun is just right.