After a while, the fat man came back.
Yang Rong recognized Sister Yun and the fat man, who were Yu Xifeng's former neighbors. He felt angry.
She is with these unknown people, but she doesn't even care about her own father.
Qingrou was right when she said that one can tell a person’s future from the fact that he is three years old.
Yu Xifeng has been a cold-hearted person since childhood.
He has lived to this day, and all he has left is this daughter who has never been recognized by her relatives.
Yang Rong thought so in his heart and showed it on his face: "Yu Xifeng, think it over. I am your real father. If you continue to fool around with these people, I will treat you as my daughter."
Yu Xifeng glanced at him and took a piece of dried sweet potato from the stove: "You talk as if I really have a father."
Yang Rong stared at the dried sweet potatoes in Yu Xifeng's hand and swallowed.
"You always seem to not understand what I say." Yu Xifeng said, "I warned you last time."
"Listen to yourself, this is how you talk to your elders." Although Yang Rong repeatedly told himself to be patient and to coax Yu Xifeng, he was still provoked by Yu Xifeng: "Why are you fooling around with these questionable people? I am your father, and I am doing this for your own good."
Yu Xifeng said: "I said before that I would beat up Yang Silong every time I saw you. Now that your son is dead, do you think I dare not beat you?"
Yu Xifeng stood up holding the Tang sword, walked out of the tent, and the wind from the sword swept past.
There was a big tear in Yang Rong's scarf, and the coldness at that moment made Yang Rong unable to tell whether it was the cold wind or the blade.
She really wanted to kill herself.
Yang Rong looked at Yu Xifeng's daughter as if he was looking at a monster.
If the knife was off by a hair or his hand shook a little, it would have cut his neck.
This is a madman.
Yu Xifeng was stunned by Yang Rong's hateful look.
It turns out that this person can still arouse her emotions.
Yu Xifeng looked down at the knife in his hand.
Every part of this Tang sword was to Yu Xifeng's liking. It was the right size and weight. But at this moment, Yu Xifeng couldn't insert it into Yang Rong's throat.
She began to be wary of Xu Qingrou's schemes since she was very young.
In countless days and nights, Xu Qingrou accused him openly and secretly.
She envied Yang Sizhu, and felt that she was the one who took her father away.
After Yang Silong bullied her, she would spend money to hire thugs to beat Yang Silong up.
But she didn't hate Xu Qingrou.
She shouldn't have hated Xu Qingrou.
If it wasn't for Yang Rong, Xu Qingrou and she had never met before. If they met, she would call Xu Qingrou aunt.
Her long childhood and miserable past life all originated from this hypocritical man.
This man turned out to be his biological father.
Just a little further forward.
Yang Rong is just an ordinary person who is powerless.
If she went a little further, she could send Yang Rong to hell.
Some parents are their children’s lifelong harbor, while some parents are their children’s lifelong enemies.
Yu Xifeng hopes he dies.
But he didn't want him to die in his hands.
At this moment, Yu Xifeng's hatred for Yang Rong reached its peak.
She hated herself even more for not being able to do it.
How long will this man continue to disgust her?
Old man Cai said, "Yu Xifeng, come back."
Yu Xifeng stood there without moving. She stared at Yang Rong and thought a lot in an instant.
When Xu Qingrou drugged her during the high school entrance exam, when Xu Qingrou didn't pay her tuition, when Xu Qingrou introduced her to rapists, and when Xu Qingrou kicked her out of the house.
She had expectations of this biological father.
Just as Yang Rong said, she is his daughter.
At that time, she was thinking that Yang Rong was her father.
Old man Cai stepped forward and punched out with his withered fist, sending Yang Rong flying more than a meter.
Yang Rong wanted to get up, and tried twice, but he just couldn't get up.
Yu Xifeng loosened his hand and the knife fell to the ground.
Zhang Qiu, Sister Yun, and the fat man all gathered around.
There was no trace of human energy about Yu Xifeng. She stood there with a blank look in her eyes, like a possessed ghost.
There is no place to come from and no way back.
Zhang Qiu's heart tightened.
Yang Rong spat out two mouthfuls of blood on the ground, his eyes full of resentment: "Yu Xifeng, you will not die well."
Old man Cai sighed and picked up the knife that Yu Xifeng had dropped on the ground: "Let me do it, you are still a child."
Yu Xifeng didn't say anything.
Sister Yun and Zhang Qiu half dragged and half pulled Yu Xifeng into the tent.
Zhang Qiu said, "You've been drinking and staying out long enough. Drink some hot water."
Yu Xifeng held the hot water in his hand but didn't drink it.
She didn't want to go out to the bathroom a second time.
Sister Yun too.
After a while, Old Man Cai came in, and Yu Xifeng saw that there was no blood on the knife.
Yu Xifeng asked: "Is he dead?"
Old Man Cai said: "I don't know, anyway, he didn't die in your hands."
This is good.
This couldn't be better.
Yu Xifeng raised his head and sniffed: "Thank you, old man."
"I'm old, and I might die someday. I can't teach you anything else, so I'll just help you get rid of your mental block," said Old Man Cai.
No one mentioned this matter again.
In the afternoon, taking advantage of the thin heat from the sun, the coal was burned to its hottest temperature, and everyone huddled together and took turns sleeping.
Sleeping was painful.
In less than twenty minutes, I would be called up to see if I was dead.
The five people all thought that the faces they used to wake each other up were simply hideous.
The warmth of the day passed in the blink of an eye.
On and off, each person slept for about two hours.
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