The middle-aged man said angrily: "Look, are you doing what a son should do?"
"Are you talking like what my father said? Listen, listen to this crime - instigating the maid to steal the elixir? My dear father, my son's life was almost in her hands. Could it be that I instigated her to take my life? Is the son the kind of person who is not afraid of death?"
"... Then what do you say about offending Miss Xie's family?"
"My son adores her! Is there something wrong with admiring her? Ask these people—who would dare to say that she doesn't like Miss Xie's family?"
"... No matter what, a mistake is a mistake!"
The corners of Guan Heng's lips twitched, and he suddenly smiled, but there was a chill in his eyes, like a small knife, swishing towards the serious, black-faced middle-aged man.
He shrugged and laughed at himself: "So this is the truth, right?"
"The crime is not important at all, just find an excuse to lock me up until the end of the world, the end of the world, the death of the Xie family, or another marriage—no, no other marriage. If she gets another marriage, the marriage contract with me will be The only stain on her body must be annihilated."
The young man's voice was getting higher and higher, and his eyebrows and eyes were sharp.
He put away all his gag thoughts, and pointed out the situation almost sharply—perhaps because the person standing opposite was his father, the relative he cared about most, and the most unable to bear the harm from it.
Guan Heng smiled wryly, looked straight at the middle-aged man, shook his head and said mockingly: "Thinking about it this way, in order to save my life, should I still pray that she will die alone?"
"Bold, how dare you disrespect Miss!"
Someone in the crowd scolded angrily, with a delicate voice, it was vaguely a woman.
Hearing this, Guan Heng pouted and sneered.
He clasped his hands behind his head, glanced at the source of the sound out of the corner of his eye, and said with disdain: "I just speak straight. Unlike some guys, who hide and hide, and dare not see people..."
"well."
The middle-aged man suddenly let out a long sigh, interrupting the boy's chatter and complaints.
He took a deep breath, then let it out slowly, then raised his head, and said earnestly: "Heng'er, it's not that Dad deliberately made things difficult for you."
"Think about it carefully, since you were young, what is the sentence that Dad told you the most?"
Guan Heng: "...Look, there is a beautiful girl who is alone over there, let my father go and warm her long night?"
The old man blushed: "I never said that!"
"...From today, she is your aunt xx."
"That's not it either!" The middle-aged man puffed up his beard, stared angrily, and sighed loudly, "It's so rare to be confused, so rare to be confused!"
After saying that, he shook his head again and again, his frown tightened even more, fine wrinkles appeared at the end of his eyes, and a cloudy watery light appeared in his eyes.
This time, it wasn't the wall dust that got into my eyes, it was real tears.
He looked sad and helpless, shook his head again and again, and sighed: "Heng'er, you have been smart since you were a child, how much I wish... you could pretend to be confused once in a while."
Guan Heng raised his eyebrows, and fought back unceremoniously: "My son will pretend to be confused, but if he really pretends, my son can pretend to be more confused than anyone else."
"But there are some things that can't be confused, like freedom."
The man said: "Compared with life?"
Guan Heng was taken aback for a moment.
He opened his mouth in disbelief, but couldn't utter a single syllable. Tossing and turning in my mind, there was only one thought: Is the matter really so serious that it is going to take his life
The sun falls on the leaves, and every time there is a breeze, the branches and leaves tremble, shaking off a piece of light like a lake.
The light was projected in the eyes of the two people who were facing each other. The middle-aged man had a dull expression. Guan Heng stared at him without blinking, and his complexion turned pale again at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Xie Ziyou has always been a villain, and this is the first time he has joined the Golden Finger branch, and it is also the first time he has seen the growth process of the protagonist.
He looked at the young man's red eye sockets, bloodshot eyes, and couldn't help feeling a little distressed.
He obviously did nothing wrong, and he was dedicated to safeguarding the family, but others scrambled for profit, pushing the young man to the cusp of the storm. He worked hard and worked hard for more than ten years, and he was burdened with a heavy burden all the time—but under the instigation of today's fairy Xie, he fell apart and shook the ground.
Suddenly, a male voice whispered in the crowd: "Why bother, just kill him."
Although the voice is low, it is loud enough for everyone to hear.
Guan Heng raised his head suddenly, and looked towards the place where the voice came from!
Several members of the Guan family branch hurriedly lowered their heads, pretending to be interested in the fallen leaves on the ground.
The fallen leaves were blown up by the wind, revealing the rotten stalks that had been eaten by insects as they turned over. Guan Heng looked at the dark hair swirling in front of him, and his heart was cut like a knife for an instant.
Xie Ziyou heard his lost and murmured almost to himself, lightly: "Those people are my friends, every day we meet, they call me Brother Heng."
Hearing the young man's distraught voice, Xie Ziyou's nose turned sore, and for the first time in his life, he strongly felt worthless for another person.
Especially when he glanced through the edge of the jade bracelet and saw the cold and hard faces in the crowd. The elders of the Guan family, the children of the clan, and even the servants in charge... looked at Guan Heng greedily and disgustedly, completely forgetting how they have earned glory for themselves by oppressing the protagonist in the past ten or so years.
It was like a group of blood-sucking leeches, greedily grabbing on the young man to suck his flesh and blood, little by little, building a deformed nest like the Guan family.
Now that Guan Heng was useless, they left resolutely, selfish and ruthless, and before they left, they would step on the scarred young man a few times to ensure that he would fall into the quagmire forever and not turn over.
Guan Heng looked around the crowd with hopeful eyes, and eagerly scanned the familiar faces, his expression almost begging.
But everyone was avoiding his sight, they lowered their heads, chewed and swallowed their conscience and morality.
The young man in focus was once the pillar of the entire Guan family, but on the contrary, it is also the black history of the entire Guan family's inferiority complex and cowardice, representing the past that everyone is afraid to avoid.
The light in Guan Heng's eyes dimmed little by little.
He suddenly laughed twice, his voice was desolate, like sand grinding.
Then the young man suppressed his smile, the bridge of his nose was straight, his brows were as cold as a knife, and his eyebrows and eyes showed a trace of stability that didn't suit his age.
He turned his head, stared straight at the middle-aged man, and said word by word: "That, yes, confused, confused, no, yes!"
The audience was silent.
The middle-aged man took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes.
He said in a thick and deep voice: "Heng'er, you shouldn't have shown your profound energy."
Falling into the eyes of caring people, it became a disaster instead.
Guan Heng sneered, and said coldly: "What should my son do? Close your eyes and wait for death?"
The man's eyes were filled with pain, and he said in a low voice: "...Yesterday your thirteenth aunt was happy, and the mysterious doctor checked it, and it is a boy."
Guan Heng: "..."
The boy froze again.
Xie Ziyou watched helplessly as sadness welled up in Guan Heng's eyes, his black hair was blown dry by the wind, floating back and forth along his tough cheeks, like duckweed from its roots.
The young man's voice was hoarse, and he managed to squeeze out a smile: "Then I'm going to have a younger brother? That's great, congratulations."
The middle-aged man said: "So... you are no longer my only son."
Guan Heng nodded, and said clearly: "Understood." After a pause, he repeated, "I understand."
Not the only one, so sacrificed, not so traumatic, heartbroken.
Although there was a smile on the corners of Guan Heng's lips, the light in his eyes was as dark as a deep pool. The youthful vigor was smashed away by the heavy pressure, and the tiredness and depression hidden in the depths quietly emerged, like ghosts and will-o'-the-wisps, faintly in his dim eyes flashing.
Xie Ziyou's heart trembled suddenly.
He thought sadly, if he wasn't a villain template, maybe he could pat the protagonist on the shoulder and give him a light hug.
Thinking of this, the sapphire bracelet suddenly followed his will, and the icy touch touched the young man's wrist.
The refreshing coolness spread along the ulna, as if eating a mouthful of fresh and refreshing melon in summer, it was comfortable and refreshing, dispelling the suffocating heat, Guan Heng's heart suddenly jumped slightly, although it was weak, it could not be ignored.
This touch pulled the young man out of his trance, Guan Heng blinked vigorously, and quietly relaxed his tightly clenched palms.
He raised his right hand, caressed his left wrist, stroked the jade bracelet gently and preciously for a moment, and sighed long.
Xie Ziyou was suddenly touched by someone, which stunned him for a moment.
The young man's palm was warm, like a little sun that never fades, and the gesture of touching it was so tender that it immediately made him a little awkward.
But before he had time to protest, he heard Guan Heng's voice clear and sincere, "I don't want to sit and wait for death, and I don't want to be trapped until old age. If father still cherishes his son, why not... exile him to Luoling."