When Lu Wan put down the microphone, Fang Yixing came out of the study holding a volume of "Thirteen Wonders of Wu Kaizi's Calligraphy and Painting". Seeing Lu Wan's expression, he asked, "Did that brat call?"
Lu Wan looked at Fang Yixing with an unkind expression and said, "What kind of brat? He is not my son."
"Huh, he doesn't have that kind of son. He runs away from battle, avoids fighting, is greedy for life and afraid of death, and is shameless. How can he be a man of the Fang family? He's not even as good as a woman. He can't afford to lose that person to Fang Yixing." Yixing shouted angrily. He got angry when he mentioned his useless son.
What a shame! What a huge shame!
How could he do such a thing? How could he escape on game day
Let them beat you if you beat them. It's not like I haven't been beaten before - why should I run? What did I say I was running for
From the day Fang Yan escaped, Fang Yixing felt that he was disgraced and could no longer straighten his spine and look up at others.
"Fang Yixing, did I really raise a good son-----hahahahahaha, he actually ran away-----"
"Fang Yixing, didn't I tell my son to take a shower and change clothes? Is he afraid that he won't be able to come out for a year and a half? Then why don't they just wait to go east?"
"Lao Fang, my son ----- is so clever - most people can't do that -----"
------
Thinking of the mocking faces of the Fang family at that time and the crazy expressions and smiles of his close friends when they mentioned his son, Fang Yixing had the urge to capture Fang Yan and beat him to death.
He not only disgraced himself, but also disgraced the Fang family’s ancestors——
The old man heard that Fang Yan ran away before the game. The man who had been paralyzed for many years actually stood up from his wheelchair - and then fell to the ground again.
Now he has the face to come back? Are you brave enough to call back
"Fang Yixing, am I done yet?" Lu Wan shouted angrily. Lu Wan inherited both her father's stubbornness and her mother's tolerance and cruelty. Coupled with her many years of influence from her scholarly family, she was gentle and gentle, rarely getting angry with others. It's very similar to the word 'wan' in her name.
Could it be that when she encounters something that she thinks she must persist in, the strength that bursts out is also amazing. For example, everything about his son Fang Yan.
Fang Yixing looked at his wife Lu Wan in surprise, frowned and asked, "What did that brat say to me again? Does it make sense for him to skip class and run away?"
"What did you say? He said he wouldn't go home for the New Year. He said he wanted to spend the Spring Festival with his grandma in Huacheng - not because of me? He was afraid that I would be angry with him, and he was afraid that I would be wrong and he would be sad and disappointed. . Let’s look at me——what have I oppressed my children to do over the years?”
"Why is he oppressing him? If he doesn't do that, then it's not good for him----"
"Am I not good to him? Who is he good to? Who does he live for? Why does he want to suffer so many grievances? Why does he want to shoulder so much pressure?" Lu Wan stared at Fang Yi fiercely Okay, he said: "His son has not liked martial arts since he was born. His favorite thing is to read poems and write lyrics about flowers and plants. The blood of our Fang family flows in his bones, and half of the blood of their Lu family----them What the Lu family likes most is fighting and killing."
"Is there anything we did? We forced him to stand for several hours at a time. If he couldn't complete the task, he was punished. If the legs were punished, he could stand for a longer period of time - if it was a little bigger, let him go. When he learned boxing, his little legs were red, swollen and bruised, and he refused to let him rest for a day----"
Fang Yixing knew whether his wife was really angry, so he explained in a low voice: "Don't rest. Once you rest, all your efforts will be wasted. You can just use your strength to get through that hurdle----"
"No, I am his father. I said no rest, so he can continue practicing. After standing, he will practice boxing, and after practicing boxing, he will practice palm, sword, and plum blossom steps. He must learn everything. I beg him to learn it. Something--have I ever asked him his opinion? Do I know if he really likes it?"
"I told him that the Fang family needs someone to inherit it. I told him that the Fang family needs someone to carry it forward. I told him that if I am the descendant of the Fang family, I have to shoulder that weight - what am I doing? Am I not a descendant of the Fang family? Why didn't I inherit the Fang family's Tai Chi? Why didn't I honor the Fang family's lintel? I stayed in the study room all day long, reading and painting, and I would yell at my children if they made any mistakes - why? I've been escaping for a lifetime, shouldn't I allow his son to escape just once?"
"He-----" Fang Yixing opened his mouth, but found that he was speechless.
What she said makes sense. I am a descendant of the Fang family, and I am Fang Yan's father. If I want to continue to do things like Taijiguang Gate - shouldn't I be the first? Why should he put all the responsibilities and obligations on his own son? Just because Fang Yan is his own son
Lu Wan also knew that what she said was too harsh, but otherwise, for the sake of her child's happiness, she had to correct Fang Yixing's wrong views and let him have a new understanding of his son.
"Fang Yan doesn't like to practice martial arts, but he practices martial arts despite our requests. What Fang Yan longs for most is freedom, but he carries that responsibility on his back and climbs forward step by step - --He has a heart for Tai Chi at a young age, and everyone praises him as a young genius. Are there many children in Yanziwu who can compare with their Fang Yan? He has brought shame to our Fang family. Has he ever let our Fang family down?"
"Who cares more about the face of the Fang family than him? Who cares more about the honor and disgrace of the Fang family? He was beaten like that by that girl from the Ye family, year after year - a young man like him cares most It's all about losing face. Is it possible? Has he ever given in? Has he ever evaded?"
"The heart of Tai Chi suddenly disappears. Who is the most panicked? Who is the saddest? Do I understand the pressure he was under at that time? Have I ever thought about it from his perspective? Why did he stay here? Just If the face of our Fang family can reflect the integrity of the men of our Fang family - let everyone know if he is a genius? If everyone knows that his Tai Chi heart will be short-lived? Let him be in the public eye Will Jindong be beaten again?"
"Fang Yixing, Fang Yan is not my son, not their son, not their enemy--how could I be so cruel to him? He doesn't even dare to go home now--do I want to Let him lose his 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 I'll be angry, but he's not afraid of him being angry-----"
"What do I want?"
"I called my son and asked him to come back-----" Lu Wan said. "It will only be effective if I call you personally."
"------" Fang Yixing's face muscles twitched. That bastard guy has embarrassed himself so much that he has to call and beg him to come back for the Spring Festival? Isn't that bullying
"I won't fight? If I don't hit him, I won't fight him either. I'm going to lose that son----" Lu Wan said forcefully.
"Am I being unreasonable?" Fang Yixing was extremely angry.
"I was rude and troublesome. Although the child was very happy when he left, didn't I hear that? His Tai Chi heart was resurrected again, and he was more powerful than before, and all the Japanese sword gods were defeated by him. In his legs, the old man received congratulatory letters from his old friends a few days ago, congratulating him on having a good grandson----The old man was very happy and asked him when Fang Yan would come back----"
"He won't fight," Fang Yixing said. "Please hit me."
After Fang Yixing finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards the study with the book in his lap.
boom!
After the room door was closed, Fang Yixing's expression immediately turned gloomy.
He walked back and forth in the study, from left to right, and from right to left.
He opened the ink cartridge and wanted to write a word, but he had no interest in picking up the pen.
When he threw the brush into the inkstone, a smear of ink flew up and splashed on the back of his legs. Just wipe it with your leg and it will turn into a black stain.
Fang Yi walked to the sofa and looked at the several electric slow-down machines in front of him without moving his eyes for a long time.
He stretched out his legs, grabbed the phone and was about to dial. After dialing two numbers, he irritably pushed the phone away -----
Feeling restless!
Seeing her husband enter the study, Lu Wan felt sad.
The man in that family is so proud that he doesn't even ask for his son's face - he doesn't even want to call his son. Isn't such a father too unqualified
"Mom, he's 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 delicate face, a shy smile, and raised eyebrows with a piece of snow on his face----
"Fang Yan?" Lu Wan couldn't believe her eyes. My son had just told me on the phone that he would not go home for the New Year, so why was he standing in front of me in the blink of an eye
"Mom, stop him. He's back." Fang Yan patted the snowflakes on his body and strode into the hall. Fang Yingxiong struggled to hold a big box. Fang Yingxiong, a big man with a heavy head, held a cloth bag and followed Fang Yan into the house. The two guys carried the box all the way without having to walk the few steps from the yard to the door.
Lu Wan grabbed her son's leg and asked in surprise: "Didn't I say that I was going to spend the New Year in Huacheng? Will I not come back during the Spring Festival?"
"No. He originally considered it that way, but after he called me, he felt that he should come back -----"
"I said I would think about it?"
"No. He thought about it quickly. About two seconds." Fang Yan said sheepishly.
"I said hello to him before coming back----" Lu Wan said. "He didn't have time to make me stewed lamb and scorpion----"
"He said hello to me."
"when?"
Fang Yan pointed to the threshold and said, "He was just standing there and said - he said, Mom, he is back - he is saying hello to me -"
"-------"