Shen Qingxuan's walking ability has recovered, which is a good thing. When he walked in front of his father, he was keenly aware 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 it except him and Yimo. Shen Qingxuan had doubts. After the doubts, he glanced at Yimo beside him. Yimo had no expression on his face, as indifferent as usual, and looked at Father Shen. With just one glance, Shen Qingxuan understood everything. Although it wasn't detailed enough, the information he got was enough. After a long time of being intimate, he has learned how to discern emotions on Yimo's face. This is an ability that only the closest people have.

Lowering his eyes, Shen Qingxuan said nothing. Father Shen didn't show any strange expression either, and then there was a celebration with wine, just like when Shen Qingxuan regained his ability to speak, friends and relatives all sent messages to invite them to their home, and they would not return if they were not drunk.

After the banquet was withdrawn three days later, Shen Qingxuan rested for a while, and then went to his father's study in the night. He knelt down quietly without saying a word.

Sitting behind the table, Father Shen looked at his son who came to plead guilty, and he felt relieved. Fortunately, he finally knew that he had come to plead guilty, but it was not that he did not repent.

As a father, you always want your son to be well. Few parents in the world would long for their son to step up the crooked way, and he was no exception. Although I don't mind adopting a child who combines a human and demon as a grandson, it does not mean that I agree to my son and the demon being a husband and wife. Besides, the demon is also a male demon. Father Shen didn't even need to ask about the matter on the couch, he knew that his son was subservient to others. This incident alone made Father Shen feel humiliated in his heart, and his face was dull.

Now that 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, and of course he can let go of the past.

Father Shen picked up the tea cup, took a sip of tea to moisten his throat, and said softly, "Since you're here, get up and talk."

Shen Qingxuan lowered his head, but remained motionless.

Father Shen's eyelids jumped, "Could it be that I thought wrong?"

Only then did Shen Qingxuan raise his head, without showing any turbulence on his face, and asked, "What did your father think?"

As soon as he asked this, Master Shen knew that some things were not as simple as he thought, yes, how could he forget that his son went to the martial artist's house to play when he was five years old. A sparrow lay in the courtyard for a day until it was caught. He has been like this since he was a child, how can he give up easily when he grows up?

After a pause, Master Shen said, "What I'm thinking is that you are in good health now, so 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 and walk in May, but in June he has walked like a fly, and his words are clear. quantity."

"After all, it's not a relative's grandson, there are differences inside and outside." Master Shen said.

"My father has never taught me this. I only remember my father saying that people only distinguish between 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 smooth, 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? Did I teach you this?!"

"Baby don't dare." Shen Qingxuan said, bowed his body, and kowtowed respectfully, "Father please punish."

Seeing his appearance, Father Shen didn't know what to say for a while. Staring, not speaking.

Shen Qingxuan was also silent for a moment, and finally bowed down again, kowtowed again, and said in a serious tone: "Please punish my father!" This time, it was he who forced him.

Their father-son relationship has always been harmonious. Hearing this, Father Shen was shocked and asked in disbelief, "Really?"

"Really." Shen Qingxuan said.

Father Shen called the housekeeper, asked for family law, and did not allow anyone to intercede, just beat him. Hit hard!

The board ruler hit his back, and Shen Qingxuan said nothing.

The more he gritted his teeth and looked calm, the colder Master Shen felt. Neither of them had ever made it clear, but they had already explained each other's attitudes clearly. Master Shen has traveled south and north, and he has seen such a stubborn person before. Knowing that killing him would be in vain, his heart was even colder, like falling into an ice cave. This is his son! ——For the sake of a monster, he did not hesitate to disobey his relatives, he did not hesitate to ask for his own family law, and everything he did was just to tell his father that for the monster, he would not care about life and death, and he could even ignore his relatives!

The board ruler finally stopped, Shen Qingxuan's back was already stained with blood, his face was as white as paper, and the sweat dripped continuously, falling to the ground, forming a small puddle.

Father Shen waved back the others, held the ruler himself, hung it above his head, and asked coldly, "I only ask you, can you change it?"

"Father," Shen Qingxuan paused and smiled, "You once said that my temperament is very much like you." He has also been in the business circle for several months, he understands the rules of negotiation in his heart, and he knows how to control people's hearts. With a single word, Father Shen was speechless. Sometimes what seems to be the most insignificant sentence, when used on the right person, is enough to dazzle the opponent's tinnitus. Even if the goal is not achieved, it can soften people's hearts.

Father Shen was stunned on the spot, almost in an indescribable complex mood, some sour, some gratified, some anger, and some love. The blackboard ruler in his hand will never fall again.

Shen Qingxuan lowered his head, as if waiting for the verdict, without a stubborn attitude, because he knew that it would only anger the other party, so he was neither humble nor arrogant, and bowed his head.

The forehead landed heavily on the hard rock ground, making a dull, muffled sound.

This is the son's request to the father, limited to the superiority and inferiority between them, and nothing else. There was never the slightest hesitation.

Father Shen dropped the ink ruler and walked to the window. He didn't know how long he stood 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 crawled on the ground, raised his head upon hearing the sound, looked at his back, and responded, "Thank you, father, for your accomplishment." He kowtowed again, then got up and left.

That night, the Shen family house exploded. Everyone knew that the eldest son was beaten, but no one knew why the master beat him.

Mother Shen knew the news long ago, but she didn't want him to be beaten like that, with the flesh and blood sticking to the silk cloth on his back, and he couldn't even peel it off. Mrs. Shen sat in the room, and she judged herself in this long life. She had never done anything wrong with her husband and her son. Her son had a withdrawn temperament. It was hard to come back, but was beaten badly. There was no reason before the fight, and there was no explanation after the fight, which made her angry.

She was originally soft on the outside and tough on the inside. When she came back from Shen Qingxuan's room, she summoned a maid and waited for her to change into a plain light dress, put on a splendid dress, and take out the jewelry that she only wore during the big ceremony and sacrifice, and wear it carefully. Alright, I went to the study, and respectfully bowed to Master Shen as his wife, then knelt down and said nothing.

Master Shen was already overwhelmed and depressed, but when he saw his wife come in, although he didn't open his mouth to ask the teacher for guilt, he knelt down exactly like his son, without saying anything, silently forcing him. Master Shen got up and walked in front of her. He pointed at the woman who had come by the young couple all the way, and laughed angrily: "He said that he was following me, but he was lying to me. You mother and son are really the same. They are all rushing to force me today. already."

Mrs. Shen raised her head: "Master is the head of the family, who dares to persecute it. It is the mother's fault for raising a child and not teaching her. Qingxuan has already been beaten, so naturally a mother cannot be spared." Although she said slowly , but his words were stern and arrogant. This was the first time that Master Shen was challenged and held accountable by her for so many years of marriage. He was at a loss for a moment, staring at him, Master Shen said, "What nonsense are you talking about!"

"No nonsense." Mrs. Shen raised her pointed, well-maintained snow-white chin, and sneered, "It's just to teach the family."

Master Shen stomped his feet, "Very good!" He picked up the blackboard ruler stained with blood and gestured to hit.

However, Mrs. Shen took out a piece of paper: "After the typing, please sign the master's signature."

"What is that?" Master Shen noticed something was wrong and calmed down a little.

"Retirement book." Mrs. Shen spread out the paper and laid it on the ground, "I am not a virtuous wife, and I have no way to teach my children. Today, I am leading the family law by myself, and I am willing to be divorced and expelled from the Shen family."

Master Shen was choked up in his throat, his face flushed red, 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, sir!" The voice was crisp, and the spirit was looming.

That sound was decisive, and Mr. Shen was frightened, but the choked breath came along. After looking at her for a long time, he finally sighed, walked over and squatted down, "I know that you are wronged in your heart."

Mrs. Shen raised her eyes to look at him, then lowered her head again, obviously lingering anger.

Master Shen held her shoulders and laughed: "How many years have we been married, and it's only now that I remembered to be angry with me, why bother?"

Mrs. Shen didn't give in, and said firmly: "Yes, how many years have you been married, and it's only now that you think of hitting me?"

Master Shen laughed and shook his head, "Forget it, I know you're not convinced. You also have to 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 even more ruthless than me..."

Mrs. Shen is also a smart person, she just needs to think about it to know that there is something in it, but she can't believe it, "Is it Xuan'er?"

"Get up..." Holding his wife up, the couple walked to the table and sat down. Master Shen said, "Drink some water first, I'll tell you slowly..."

But an hour later, Mrs. Shen walked out of the study and returned to her room, her face was cold and anger was vaguely visible.

In the early morning of the second day, the girl rushed to Shen Qingxuan's south courtyard to spread the word: Madam, please speak to the eldest young master.

Shen Qingxuan was lying on the bed at this time, and Lang Zhong had just changed the medicine for him and wrapped him in white cloth to cultivate. Hearing the message from the maid, Shen Qingxuan opened his eyes and stared straight at the carvings beside the jade pillow, sighing in his heart. The pain of flesh and blood is about to suffer again, sigh, let him rest for a few days, right? After all, he is a weak scholar.

After getting up and getting dressed, Shen Qingxuan was supported by the girls and rushed to his mother's room.

The pain in his back made him sweat a lot along the way. The sweat wetted the wound again, and the blood again stained the white cloth. When he got to the mother's hospital, the light blue robe was already printed with red.

The girls supported him, and when Shen Qingxuan knelt down in front of Mrs. Shen, they exclaimed and pointed at his back: "Master, the wound is bleeding again!"

Mother Shen walked over and took a look. Naturally, she felt distressed, but there was more anger than her distress. She stepped back and sat back on the chair, asking word by word, "What your father said is true, has he wronged you? ?"

Shen Qingxuan was silent for a while, and then replied, "No grievance, child."

"So, do you admit it?"

"Yes."

"Indecent and vulgar!" Mrs. Shen raised her eyebrows and reprimanded: "Dishonoring family customs!"

Shen Qingxuan knelt there and said calmly, "Yes."

Mrs. Shen was so angry that he threw the tea cup, "Can you change it?!"

Shen Qingxuan did not answer.

"If you change, I can still forgive the past, and I will arrange a marriage for you tomorrow. From now on, you will take care of the family business at home, get along well with your wife, and give birth to a son and a half daughter..."

"Mother." Shen Qingxuan cut off her words, and his words were a bit cold: "What if you don't change?"

"If you don't repent, I will expel you from the house. From now on, the Shen family will have no eldest son!"

"Although my mother has the attitude of being a woman, the Shen family is now in charge of the son, and even my father has no intention of expelling this matter. My mother is a girl, marrying a husband, following her husband, and following her son when she dies. How can there be such a disobedience? Thinking?!" Shen Qingxuan raised his eyes and said ruthlessly: "Could it be that when the father died!"

Mrs. Shen froze in place and shouted angrily, "Nizi!"

Shen Qingxuan looked at her, and then suddenly laughed: "My child is not filial, please punish my mother."

"Okay," Mother Shen clutched her chest, "I can't catch you, but I can beat you. I'll kill you today, and tomorrow I'll ask the ancestors of the Shen family to apologize!" Yan Bi called a servant and held a stick The stick came in, looked at the son kneeling there, and asked again, "Killed to death, or changed it?"

"How could my mother not know," Shen Qingxuan said without raising his head, "How many times has this child died, how could he be afraid of death?"

Mother Shen also smiled, her always noble face finally twisted a bit, "Okay, very good. I am so blessed to have raised such a good son as you!" After an order, the servant did not dare to disobey, the solid wood stick The stick fell hard.

Shen Qingxuan closed his eyes and knelt down. After ten sticks, he couldn't hold it. He was beaten and bent down, with his hands on the ground, blood from the roots of his teeth.

I didn't feel miserable, just thought that this was what deserved, and suffered. It's just a sigh of relief in chest. When met father, didn't feel this breath. When met mother, this breath ran out of nowhere and rushed to chest. knew mother's temperament, and could only soften it, not hard. But couldn't hold back breath, and finally pushed it up, hit hard, and had to hit a jade and a stone to burn. Since he was on the top, he could only stand on the bottom. Shen Qingxuan understood very well that for such a person, with such a temperament, only when he reached the extreme, would anyone be willing to admit defeat. He just wanted her to lose the last time, he just wanted her to admit defeat, he just wanted her to admit that there are still stains in this life, not everything is perfect. It's not that she is disrespectful to her mother, but she is too respectful, and she is so respectful that she has resentment in her heart, and she can only vent it in this way of hurting others and herself.

After twenty ridge sticks passed, Shen Qingxuan was lying on the ground, vaguely heard a door slam, the door was pushed open from the outside, and light came in. The house was silent.

Knowing the difference, Shen Qingxuan struggled to turn around, only to see Yimo standing at the door, with long hair in a black robe, standing against the light, indescribably noble and gorgeous, like a god.

Yimo stretched out his hand, and the servant suddenly threw his staff and was suspended in the air, struggling as if he had been strangled by his throat, but immediately rolled his eyes, and was already dying.

"Yimo," Shen Qingxuan called softly, "Let him go."

Yimo let go of his hand when he heard the sound, threw the man aside like garbage, and walked over. Squatting down beside Shen Qingxuan, Yimo helped him up, and said solemnly, "You just have this strategy."

Shen Qingxuan reluctantly stopped, hehe laughed: "I just want to do this."

When he said this, Yimo understood. Looking at him for a moment, Yimo said, "You are ruthless." Ruthless towards others and ruthless towards himself, such people are rare in the world. Shen Qingxuan just smiled, with a bit of shyness in his smile, as if he was embarrassed by what he said.

Mrs. Shen was sitting on the chair. She saw that her son was about to die from being beaten, and her heart softened, but she couldn't hold back her face. At this time, Yimo came, and the servant stopped. Although she wanted to go down this step, she looked at it again. The two people standing there were not angry, the steps were set up, but at this time they refused to go down.

"Don't kneel yet!" Mrs. Shen scolded, and Shen Qingxuan immediately knelt down again, her posture was calm, and her kneeling was justified. Mother Shen's heart sank a little, and she looked at Yimo, just as Yimo turned around, the two of them Looking at each other, Yimo's expression was not cold, but she was always indifferent, but she saw a coldness on Mrs. Shen's body, as if she was intimidated and gave birth to a bit of fear. She is a lady of the official family, married to a businessman, she was arrogant and arrogant, but she couldn't bear to be frightened at this time.

She said, "I was born a boy, not a girl!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Shen Qingxuan's face turned pale again, it was as white as paper. Bowing his head and kneeling on the ground, he asked the panting servant to stand up, grab his staff, and continue beating.

"Beat!" Shen Qingxuan said indifferently, "Old Madam asks you to beat you to death, you will beat them to death. If you can't beat them to death, I will send someone to skin you tomorrow."

The servant was holding a staff. He had been terrified by Yimo before, but now he was forced by the young master. He was in a dilemma and didn't know what to do.

Shen Qingxuan said to fight, but Yimo didn't say a word, and glanced at the servant, the servant turned pale, trembling and took two steps back.

Seeing this, Shen Qingxuan said in a low voice, "Yimo, let's go first."

Yimo said: "Huh?" The ending sounded upward, extremely displeased.

"This is my family business, you can't control it." Shen Qingxuan smiled: "Go back to your room. If I don't die, I will come to you in a while."

Yimo squatted down again, the two faced each other, looked at each other for a moment, Yimo said, "Forget it, how about I marry you?"

Shen Qingxuan smiled and said, "You didn't listen to my mother, she gave birth to a boy, not a girl. I can only marry you."

"You do all this to marry me?" Yimo said, "You know I won't answer."

"It doesn't matter." Shen Qingxuan calmly said, "I have paved the road, whether you come or not is up to you." After a pause, he said, "Anyway, I can live for a few years, so I will just wait, and I will pave the road for you. , you can marry at any time after you have made up your mind."

Looking at the slightly sluggish mother on the chair, Shen Qingxuan said quietly: "I will clear the obstacles on the way for you. I want to marry you, this is what I should do."

Yimo knew that he had made up his mind, and he had nothing to say for a while, so he was silent for a moment: "Have you thought about it?"

"I thought about it a long time ago." Shen Qingxuan smiled.

"If you are killed, can you still marry me?"

"I won't pester you if you kill me, you should be happy." Shen Qingxuan looked away with gloomy eyes, and said slowly, "I am alive, and my mother is ashamed; If you are really beaten to death, you can all be relieved. When the drums celebrate, the whole family rejoices!"

Yimo listened and watched, and knew that he really thought so. He really thinks like this - living is a shame for his family, but he still wants to live, and he is free when he dies, and he is willing to die. He doesn't care about this life at all, he just lives one day and does what he should do every day, so it is his responsibility as a son of man to manage the housework conscientiously. So he is willing to kneel here and be beaten all over his body, this is his only personal will. All he did was what he should have done, to be killed, he was willing. If he can live, he is willing.

In fact, it was even more hopeless.

Yimo placed his hand on his shoulder, the bones under his palm protruding, but there was still not much flesh. Thin and weak, but stubborn and hard, never willing to admit defeat. To this step field, still have to fight to the death, no matter what jade and stone are burned.

It is such a temperament, knowing that it is hopeless, but never giving up.

Shen Qingxuan didn't know what he was thinking of, so he just leaned forward, put his bloody lips against him, and kissed his face, still saying with certainty, "You know, I want to marry you. "He said so decisively, but for the first time, Yimo heard from this sentence that he was very careful. He clearly said: Can I marry you?" It means: can you marry me? Those who were hiding in the past, refusing to show the slightest confusion and vulnerability, were heard clearly by Yimo at this moment.

In fact, have always been afraid, like a drowning person, the only piece of driftwood that can be grasped, can only be grasped tightly, but keep worrying about whether the driftwood will smash and disappear. .

Because once it disappears, the only reason to live will cease to exist.

Obviously desperate and stubborn, but always pretending to be Shen Qingxuan. Yimo closed his eyes slightly, and an unfamiliar grief surged in his chest. He wanted to pick this person up, hug him to his chest, rub it into his arms, crush and tear it to pieces, with the feeling of swallowing flesh and blood. That way you won't be afraid anymore.

The door was pushed open again, and Father Shen stood at 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-colored woman sitting on a chair, and a servant holding a staff and crying silently.

Father Shen sighed lightly: "That's all, Madam, go back to the room to rest." He waved to the servant to help Shen Qingxuan back to the room, and Master Shen said to Yimo, "This year's new tea has just been delivered, please accompany me to taste it."

Yimo followed him to the study, and Shen Qingxuan walked out of the door, squinting at the bright sky.

The sun is just right.