Wen Zhigu was sitting at the table making gloves, and occasionally glanced at the father and son.
Still too quiet.
Although Ji Xubai behaved calmly and normally in front of Xiao Jian, Wen Zhigu still felt that his mood had not improved.
However, Wen Zhiyu didn't say anything to Ji Xubai in front of Xiao Jian. She still knitted gloves quietly. It wasn't until it got late that Wen Zhiyu had to put down what he was doing and go over to see Glancing at Wen Jian, he said, "Xiao Jian, have you finished your homework?"
Wen Jian nodded and answered truthfully: "Mom, I am reviewing the class I will take tomorrow."
"That's out of the way, I'll wait and see tomorrow. It's getting late, little Jane has to go to bed."
After hearing this, Wen Jian felt quite reluctant to give up, but she still responded, packed up her books, and said to Ji Xubai, "Dad, then I'll go back to bed."
Ji Xubai said "hmm" and said, "Little Jane, go ahead."
"Father and mother, please go to bed early."
Wen Zhigu personally sent the child back to the house to rest, then returned to Ji Xubai's house and poured Ji Xubai a cup of hot tea.
"I know, what were you doing just now?" Ji Xubai took a drink of water as she fed him, and couldn't help but glance at the things she put down on the table not long ago.
"Gloves."
"oh."
Wen Zhigu saw that he refused to drink after two sips, so he had to put down the tea cup, looked at him and said, "It's time for you to change your dressing and clothes."
Ji Xubai responded, lowered his head and cooperated with her to take off her clothes.
"Ji Xubai..."
"Um?"
"Are you afraid of death?"
Ji Xubai was silent and did not answer immediately, but Wen Zhigu couldn't help answering for him, "I don't think you are afraid. When you rushed into the fire that day, did you think you would die?"
Ji Xubai pulled his lower lip: "I thought I was going to die."
But you survived. Before Wen Zhigu could say these words, he heard Ji Xubai then mockingly say, "Now that I think about it, it would be better to die."
Wen Zhigu paused in taking off his clothes, pursed his lips with some force, pulled off half of his clothes, and stared at him coldly.
Ji Xubai's expression was very painful, but he didn't seem to feel much. He only knew that he was half-dead.
"When you said this, did you think about Xiao Jian? Did you think about Lord Ji? Did you think about those people who need you? You are the pillar of the country and the Imperial Tutor Ji. You single-handedly brought Bei Ge from As the desert land has improved into the prosperous trade place it is today, don't you think about the value of your life in this world?"
Wen Zhigu held his clothes in his hands and said these words very coldly.
She has a grudge against Ji Xubai, but it is just a personal grudge. She does not think Ji Xubai is a good-for-nothing man. He can be admired by Wen Jian not just because he is Wen Jian's father, but even Wen Jian knows , His father is a very powerful person, why should he belittle himself
Ji Xubai seemed to pause for a moment. He thought about her words for a long time, and then smiled and said in a very soft voice: "But that's all in the past."
"Does losing your legs mean you have no future?" Wen Zhigu sneered coldly, "I remember when Taifu Ji was in the academy, he would talk to the students all day about those big principles. I don't believe what Taifu Ji thought. If you don’t get up, what is your belief in living? Instead of thinking about these things all the time, it’s better to recover your body.”