When Lu Wan put down the phone, Fang Yixing was just coming out of the study holding a volume of "Thirteen Wonders of Wu Kaizi's Calligraphy and Painting". Seeing Lu Wan's expression, he asked, "Is it that brat who called?"
Lu Wan looked at Fang Yixing with a bad face and said, "What brat? He is your son."
"Humph, I don't have such a son. He escapes from the battlefield, avoids fighting, is afraid of death, and has no shame. Is this a man from my Fang family? He is not even as good as a woman. I, Fang Yixing, can't afford to lose this man." Fang Yixing shouted angrily. He was furious when he mentioned his good-for-nothing son.
What a shame, what a huge shame!
How could he do something like that? How could he run away on the day of the game
If you can't beat someone, just let them beat you. It's not like you haven't been beaten before. Why are you running? Why are you running
From the day Fang Yan ran away, Fang Yixing felt that he had lost face and could no longer straighten his back and look at people.
"Fang Yixing, you really raised a good son-----hahahahaha, he actually ran away-----"
"Fang Yixing, didn't you say your son went to take a shower and change clothes? I'm afraid he won't be able to come out for a year or so? Should we continue to wait?"
"Lao Fang, your son is so smart. Most people can't do such a thing."
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Thinking of the mocking faces of the Fang family at that time and the maddening expressions and smiles of those close friends when they mentioned their son, Fang Yixing had the urge to capture Fang Yan and beat him to death.
He not only lost his own face, but also the face of the ancestors of the Fang family----
When the old man heard that Fang Yan had escaped before the game, he, who had been paralyzed for many years, actually stood up from his wheelchair—and then fell to the ground again.
Now he still has the nerve to come back? And the nerve to call back
"Fang Yixing, are you done yet?" Lu Wan shouted angrily. Lu Wan inherited her father's stubbornness and her mother's tolerance and kindness. In addition, she was influenced by her family of scholars for many years, and she was gentle and polite, and rarely got angry with others. It was just like the word "Wan" in her name.
However, when she encounters something she believes she must persist in, the energy she unleashes is amazing, for example, everything about her son Fang Yan.
Fang Yixing looked at his wife Lu Wan in surprise, frowned and asked, "What did that brat say to you again? Is it reasonable for him to skip class and run away?"
"What did he say? He said he wouldn't go home for the New Year. He said he would spend the Spring Festival with his grandma in Huacheng. Isn't it because of you? He was afraid that you were still angry with him. He was afraid that you were sad and disappointed in him. Look at you. Over the years, you have oppressed the child to such a state?"
"How did I oppress him? I did this for his own good—"
"You are doing this for his own good? And who is he doing this for? Who does he live for? Why does he have to endure so much injustice? Why does he have to bear so much pressure?" Lu Wan stared at Fang Yixing viciously and said, "My son has never liked practicing martial arts since he was born. What he likes most is reading poetry, writing lyrics, and flowers and plants. He has the blood of your Fang family in his bones, and half of his blood is from our Lu family. What we Lu family members hate most is fighting and killing."
"But what did you do? You forced him to stand in a stance for hours. If he couldn't complete the task, you would punish him by making him stand in a stance for a longer period of time. When he was a little older, you made him learn boxing. Even when his little hands were swollen and red and the skin was broken, you didn't let him rest for a day."
Fang Yixing knew that his wife was really angry, so he explained in a low voice: "You can't rest. If you rest, all your efforts will be wasted. You can only make a concerted effort to get through this hurdle----"
"Yes, you are his father. You said he can't rest, so he has to continue practicing. After standing still, he practices boxing, and after boxing, he practices palm, sword, plum blossom step, and learns everything you require him to learn - have you ever asked his opinion? Do you know if he really likes it?"
"You told him that someone had to inherit Fang's Tai Chi, that someone had to carry on the Fang family's legacy, and that since you were a descendant of the Fang family, you had to shoulder this responsibility. What were you doing? You're not a descendant of the Fang family? Why didn't you inherit Fang's Tai Chi? Why didn't you carry on the Fang family's legacy? You stayed in your study all day long, reading and painting, and you yelled at your child when he made the slightest mistake. Why? You've been avoiding it all your life, so why can't you allow my son to avoid it once?"
"I-----" Fang Yixing opened his mouth, but found himself speechless.
What she said made sense. She was a descendant of the Fang family, and she was Fang Yan's father. If it came to continuing the Tai Chi family's glory, shouldn't she be the one taking the lead? Why should she push all the responsibilities and obligations onto her son? Just because Fang Yan was her son
Lu Wan also knew that what she said was too harsh, but for the happiness of her child, she had to correct Fang Yixing's wrong views and make him have a new understanding of his son.
"Fang Yan doesn't like to practice martial arts, but he practices martial arts for your sake. What Fang Yan desires most is freedom, but he carries that responsibility on his shoulders and climbs forward step by step. He has the heart of Tai Chi at a young age, and everyone praises him as a young genius. Even in Yanziwu, how many children can compare to our Fang Yan? Has he brought shame to your Fang family? Has he ever disappointed your Fang family?"
"Who cares more about the Fang family's reputation than him? Who cares more about the Fang family's honor and disgrace? He was beaten up like that by the girl from the Ye family, year after year - a young man like him cares most about his face, but has he ever given in? Has he ever escaped?"
"When the Heart of Tai Chi suddenly disappeared, who was the most panicked? Who was the most sad? Can you understand the pressure he was under at that time? Have you ever thought about it from his perspective? What did he do by staying? For the sake of your Fang family's reputation, to show the backbone of the men in your Fang family - to let everyone know that he is not a genius? To let everyone know that his Heart of Tai Chi was just a flash in the pan? To let him be beaten up again in front of everyone?"
"Fang Yixing, Fang Yan is your son, our son, not our enemy. How could you be so cruel to him? He doesn't even dare to go home now. Do you want me to lose this son?"
Fang Yixing was silent for a long time, then sighed and said, "Let him come back."
"What's the point of asking him to come back? He's afraid that you'll be angry, not that I'll be angry-----"
"What do you want?"
"Call your son and ask him to come back." Lu Wan said. "It will only work if you call in person."
"-------" Fang Yixing's facial muscles twitched. That bastard made him lose face, and he had to call him to beg him to come back for the Spring Festival? Isn't this bullying
"You don't want to fight? If you don't fight, I won't fight either. Just prepare to lose this son----" Lu Wan said very firmly.
"You are being unreasonable." Fang Yixing was extremely angry.
"You are being rude and making trouble. Although the child left in an ignominious way, didn't you hear? His Tai Chi Heart has revived and is even more powerful than before. Moreover, that Oriental Sword God was defeated by him. A few days ago, the old man received congratulatory letters from his old friends, congratulating him on having a good grandson. The old man was very happy and asked me when Fang Yan would be back. "
"I won't fight." Fang Yixing said. "You can fight if you want."
After Fang Yixing finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards the study room with the book in his hand.
boom!
After the door of the room was closed, Fang Yixing's expression immediately became gloomy.
He walked back and forth in the study, from left to right, and from right to left.
He opened the ink box and wanted to write something, but he had no interest in picking up the pen.
When he dropped the brush into the inkstone, a splash of ink flew up and splashed onto the back of his hand. When he wiped it with his hand, it became an irregular black stain.
Fang Yi walked to the sofa and sat down, looking at the telephones on it for a long time without moving his eyes.
He reached out, grabbed the receiver and prepared to dial, but after dialing two numbers he hung up the receiver in annoyance.
Feeling uneasy!
Seeing her husband enter the study, Lu Wan felt sad.
The men in this family are too proud. They don't even want their sons for the sake of their own face. They are unwilling to even give their sons a phone call. Aren't they unqualified fathers
"Mom, I'm back-----" A familiar voice suddenly sounded.
Lu Wan turned around and saw her son Fang Yan standing at the door, looking at her with a smile.
A pretty face, a shy smile, and a flake of snow on her raised eyebrows----
"Fang Yan?" Lu Wan couldn't believe her eyes. Her son had just told her on the phone that he would not be coming home for the New Year, so how come he was standing in front of her in the blink of an eye
"Mom, it's me. I'm back." Fang Yan brushed off the snow on his body and strode into the hall. Fang Yingxiong struggled to carry a big box, and Fang Haohan, a big man with a big head, followed Fang Yan into the house. The two guys walked all the way with the boxes, and it was not as hard as walking from the yard to the door.
Lu Wan grabbed her son's hand and asked in surprise, "Didn't you say you were going to spend the New Year in Huacheng and not come back for the Spring Festival?"
"Yeah. I originally thought so, but after calling you, I felt that I should come back-----"
"You said you would consider it?"
"Yeah. I thought about it quickly. About - two seconds." Fang Yan said embarrassedly.
"You said you would say hello to me before you come back----" Lu Wan said. "I haven't had time to stew lamb ribs for you----"
"I greeted you."
"when?"
Fang Yan pointed to the threshold and said, "I was standing there just now and said, 'Mom, I'm back' just to say hello to you."
"------" (To be continued)