At this time, Yan Ziyuan's adoptive father was still alive.
He is not at home. Perhaps he has gone up the mountain to chop wood.
Half an hour later, Yan's father discovered Yan Xi at his house. He was shocked and hurried over. He pulled Yan Ziyuan behind him and looked at him warily, "Chen Balian, what do you want to do to my Ziyuan this time? Whatever you want to do, I just happened to run into you today. No matter what, I will not allow you to bully my Ziyuan. If you insist on being aggressive, I can only report it to the village chief!"
Yan's father is a genuine farmer. He has an ordinary appearance under his tanned skin and a simple and honest temperament. You can tell at a glance that he is a good person.
Yan Xi stood up awkwardly. "Uncle Yan, don't get me wrong. I didn't come to him today to cause trouble. I just..."
He glanced at Yan Ziyuan and began to make up a story, "I came here to thank him and apologize for my previous behavior."
For the first time ever, the strict father heard this mischievous little devil want to thank and apologize to Yan Ziyuan. He opened his mouth in disbelief and asked half-doubtfully, "Thank you? Thank you for what?"
"Of course..." Yan Xi looked at Yan Ziyuan and winked at him, "Why don't you say something?"
Yan Ziyuan smiled strangely and said nothing.
Yan Xi really wanted to swear, but he held it back with good manners. His brain worked quickly, and he said with a smile, "Today when I was herding cattle, I encountered a few vicious dogs. If Yan Ziyuan hadn't rushed out to help, I might have died there. So he saved my life, and I must thank him. I didn't expect Yan Ziyuan to save me from the dire situation and even invite me in to drink water to quench my thirst. I was so ashamed, so I decided to stop bullying him from now on, and to be twice as nice to him to express my gratitude and apology."
"Is that so?" Yan's father was stunned and turned to look at Yan Ziyuan.
Yan Ziyuan looked at Yan Xi with a slightly deeper look in his eyes, and nodded, "Yes, he is right, Dad, Chen Balian and I have reconciled our differences. You don't have to worry about me anymore."
"But..." The strict father hesitated to speak, feeling a little worried about Yan Xi.
He was willing to believe that the prodigal son would turn over a new leaf and reform, but this Chen Balian always bullied his son and repeatedly beat Ziyuan so badly that he couldn't face anyone.
So what if he reforms?
Can he forget the suffering his son suffered in the past?
But he had no choice, because Chen Balian was the county magistrate's cousin.
Sometimes the village chief couldn't do anything about him and could only give him a few words of advice without any substantial punishment.
The strict father felt aggrieved. After sending Yan Xi away with a few words, he began to teach his son a lesson with a serious face, "Ziyuan, no matter what nice things he said, you should not have too much contact with him. Who knows whether what he said is true or not? Even if it is true, who can guarantee that he won't turn against you? So try to stay away from him when you see him in the future."
Yan Ziyuan looked at him quietly without saying a word.
After being reborn so many times, he had long been numb to his father's death, but when he saw him again, his heart ached.
The irretrievable despair suffocated him.
"Ziyuan? Did you hear what I said?"
Yan Ziyuan came back to his senses, his young face showing a deep and gloomy look that was not suitable for his age. He lowered his eyes, trying his best to hide the darkness in his eyes, "I heard you, I will control myself."
"That's good." The strict father was relieved and said with a smile: "I hunted two pheasants while chopping wood today. I will make you a bowl of chicken soup to nourish your body."
Yan Ziyuan forced a smile and said, "Yeah."
Three days later, the day of Yan's father's death came again.
Yan Xi thought Yan Ziyuan would stay at home and struggle a little longer to save his father's life.
But he didn't.
Instead, I went to his house to find him.
At this time, Yan Xi was being sent by Chen's father and mother to herd cattle in the mountains.
Seeing him a little surprised, "Master Demon, what do you want to talk to me about?"
Yan Ziyuan was silent for a moment, then looked at him calmly, "I want to go out with you."
"But you're not talking about Uncle Yan..."
"I want to go out with you." Yan Ziyuan repeated this sentence again, his tone unquestionable.
Yan Xi stopped talking and nodded silently.
He could probably guess a little.
Yan Ziyuan should know that no matter how hard he tried, he could not keep his father Yan. After being disappointed again and again and witnessing his father's death again and again, he became numb and did not want to experience that helplessness and pain again. He simply walked away and pretended to know nothing.
Yan Ziyuan and Yan Xi walked one after the other.
Yan Xi could see that his footsteps were heavy and his back looked desolate and lonely.
Yan Xi had an indescribable feeling. He walked quickly forward and walked side by side with him.
"Master Demon, you still have me."
Yan Ziyuan paused and suddenly looked up at him.
The boy's eyes were big and bright, and his smile was healing.
Yan Ziyuan was slightly stunned, his eyes darkened, "Yes, I still have you."
If I could figure out why you keep dying and resurrecting like me, I could completely get rid of this pain.
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