If you dare to touch him, we'll be together to the death! ...
As Yu Ming said, Cheng Sizhou's emotional state has improved a lot after being freed from the constraints of family and busy work.
For example, he can maintain good concentration on slow and meticulous tasks such as painting and restoration, which is actually a trait that is difficult for people with severe depression to possess.
But just when everything was going well, Wen Zichuan showed up. After Cheng Sizhou broke up with him, he suddenly had a strong somatic reaction. He felt pain all over his body, suffered from insomnia and forgetfulness, and his hands were shaking so much that he couldn't even pick up a paintbrush.
No matter how calm Yu Ming was, he was frightened. He simply turned down all his work and took care of him every step of the way, fearing that he would not be able to bear it and do something to hurt himself.
It was on this day that there was something that could not be postponed.
Yu Ming returned to Jiqing and took over his own kiln factory. In terms of technology, output and accumulation, it was difficult to catch up with local counterparts.
At the critical moment, it was Xu Yang who came up with a solution. Relying on her many years of experience in social education, she contacted a local school and planned to transform the Yujia Kiln Factory into an off-campus traditional cultural research base and carry out experience classes related to porcelain making. This gave Yu Ming hope.
The sky was gloomy in the afternoon and it was about to rain. Yu Ming and Xu Yang took umbrellas and went to pick up the principal and teachers who had come from afar.
Cheng Sizhou sat alone in front of the window, staring at the bright colors outside the clouds in a daze. Not long after, his cell phone rang. The courier said that there was a package and he left it at the collection point for fear that it would get wet.
Jiqing's logistics are quite developed, and the nearby collection point is a small supermarket less than 200 meters away from the porcelain kiln area.
Under normal circumstances, Yu Ming would definitely help him get it, but he was busy today, and Cheng Sizhou felt embarrassed to bother them all the time. After all, these were the tools he bought to repair the porcelain vase, so it wouldn't be difficult for him to get them himself.
He put on his hood and went to the collection point alone. When he arrived at the door, he saw two men smoking nearby. Their silhouettes looked familiar.
Cheng Sizhou didn't want to bother with anything else, so he just went into the supermarket and took the package. When he left, the two men were still there.
The two sides met each other hurriedly, and before Cheng Sizhou could notice anything was wrong, they immediately threw away their cigarette butts and followed him closely.
An inexplicable palpitation and dizziness enveloped him. He wanted to run, but his legs were out of control. He could only take a few quick steps before the tightness in his chest made it hard for him to breathe.
Cheng Sizhou didn't see their faces clearly. His mind was confused and he couldn't guess their purpose, but he didn't dare to go back rashly, for fear that the uninvited guests would disrupt Yu Ming's business.
So he "ran" in the opposite direction of the porcelain kiln area, "ran" aimlessly. He didn't know where to go. In a trance, he saw a house by the river, with a pair of rusty fire tongs leaning against the mud-yellow wall.
Cheng Sizhou stumbled over, grabbed the tongs, and then dared to turn around and face them.
"What are you doing!" The man with a crew cut behind him moved very quickly and clamped him in a few seconds, forcing his wrist to lose its strength and the tongs to fall.
Cheng Sizhou's legs were weak and he was almost forced to kneel down by the force of the bend. The package in his arms fell and was kicked away by the man with a crew cut.
Wen Zichuan happened to pass by and saw this scene.
"Leng Sui! Let him go!" The man with a crew cut is Wei Jing's bodyguard and the one who travels with him most frequently on private trips. He is often called "Brother Leng". This is also the first time Wen Zichuan has called him by his full name.
"Teacher Wen," Leng Sui had no reason not to know his own artist, "Boss Wei told me to protect Mr. Aldridge."
"Really?" Wen Zichuan's gaze coldly met that of the other man in a suit and tie. "Do you think he can threaten your safety, Mr. Aldridge?"
Cheng Sizhou's arms were clamped, he turned his head stiffly, and finally realized where the abnormality came from. This "Mr. Aldridge" was so similar to Zichuan that he seemed to see Wen Zichuan in his fifties. However, Aldridge's eyes were particularly cold, and when he looked at him, they were full of scrutiny, which was nothing like Zichuan.
"I heard that he's Jiang Yunli's apprentice." Wen Duo narrowed his eyes. "You know him? No, more than that, you have a pretty good relationship with him, right?"
"What does this have to do with you?!" Wen Zichuan stared at Leng Sui again, "Let him go first."
Leng Sui was not a stubborn person, and the man he held was about 1.8 meters tall, but as weak as a piece of tofu. He knocked him over without much effort, so he just let him go. He couldn't cause any trouble.
Wen Zichuan picked up the package on the ground, carefully dusted it off, and handed it to Cheng Sizhou.
When he met Brother Zhou's eyes, he still felt a little guilty. He wanted to look but didn't dare to. So he simply turned around, protected him behind him, and kept a distance from Wen Duo and Leng Sui.
"It seems I was right," Wen Duo raised the corners of his lips, but it was clearly sarcasm rather than a smile. "You were influenced by him, so you don't trust me, right? If you had only heard your mother's story, she would understand me to some extent and wouldn't regard me as an unforgivable person."
"It has nothing to do with him. Listen carefully. It has nothing to do with him." Wen Zichuan took a deep breath. "Whatever you want, whatever you want to know, we can talk about it. But if you want to cause trouble for him, I will definitely ruin your reputation."
"You ruined my reputation? Don't you think it's funny, Wen Zichuan? You are my son. If I am ruined, how can you be any better?"
"Yes, I'm your son! So what? I don't care about anything! But if you dare to touch him, even for a moment, I will do whatever it takes to fight you to the death!"
The weather in midsummer changes suddenly. Suddenly, there was a burst of muffled thunder, as if God was also adding his seal to the oath and swearing, which made people inexplicably frightened.
"I'm...Jiang Yunli's apprentice." Cheng Sizhou supported his knees with his hands, finally catching his breath. He looked at the clouds in the sky, knowing that a heavy rain was coming. "I know what you want to ask. Let's find a place to talk alone."
When the group returned to the B&B, Wen Zichuan was so anxious that he didn't notice that Cheng Sizhou said "alone". He followed him eagerly, but was locked outside the guest room.
This was also the first time after the breakup that he truly witnessed how cold Brother Zhou was when he didn't love him.
He felt choked up, but he refused to leave. He stood on tiptoe, trying to get close to the door to listen. Leng Sui also stretched out his arm to block his way: "Teacher Wen, please don't make things difficult for me."
Outside the corridor, the rain began to pour down. The bean-sized raindrops hit the buildings and plants, and instantly broke into ruthless streams of water, flowing towards the low-lying areas without looking back.
The anxious feeling of waiting diluted the stress he should have had on a rainy day. He looked at the time again and again, and wondered again and again what the two of them were talking about in there and why they didn't let him hear.
More than an hour passed and the door of the guest room opened. Wen Zichuan immediately walked forward, but stopped because of Cheng Sizhou's evasive look.
Wen Duo and Cheng Sizhou had no expression on their faces, and were as calm as strangers who met by chance on public transportation - although it was indeed their first meeting, Wen Zichuan didn't want it to happen again.
"Zhou..." He saw Cheng Sizhou was about to leave, "It's raining, I, I'll take you away..."
"No need." Cheng Sizhou interrupted him and quickly went downstairs.
All of Wen Zichuan's embarrassment fell into Wen Duo's eyes. In a place where no one could see, Wen Duo stared at his son's back, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on his face.
The rain gradually stopped, and the golden sunlight penetrated the clouds, giving everything in sight a light golden outline.
The chirping of cicadas among the branches and leaves was more impatient and unbearable than before the rain. Wen Zichuan was upset, and the random thoughts that came to his mind were like the chirping of cicadas, rising and falling one after another.
For example, he always believed that the biggest and unsolvable conflict between him and Cheng Sizhou was that Brother Zhou's family hated Wen Duo.
But today, Wen Duo showed up in person, and things did get a little unpleasant at first, but later on, the two of them were able to sit down and chat for such a long time.
If Cheng Sizhou agreed with his family's statement, he should have called the police the first time he met Wen Duo, and then brought him to the Jiang family to make him repent and confess his guilt.
But no, none of these happened. Doesn’t this prove that Wen Duo explained what happened to Brother Zhou, and Brother Zhou also believed that Wen Duo did not directly cause Jiang Anyi’s death, so “innocent until proven guilty”, right?
Will there be a turning point between me and Cheng Sizhou?
The subsequent development could not be expected by waiting, so Wen Zichuan knocked on Wen Duo's door again.
"What did you talk about?" he asked directly as he walked in.
"Why don't you ask him?" Wen Duo asked back.
This matter has been upgraded to Wen Zichuan's top priority, and judging from his performance just now, someone as smart as Wen Duo would not fail to guess their relationship.
"We broke up and I didn't want to bother him."
"Wen Zichuan, you have the guts to fight your biological father to the death, but don't you have the guts to get your ex-boyfriend back?"
Wen Zichuan was suddenly stunned: "What did you say..."
Wen Duo said calmly: "Chasing a man should be similar to chasing a woman. Show up in front of him more often, give him what he wants, be happy with him when he is happy, and comfort him when he is sad."
Wen Zichuan had lived for almost thirty years, and he had never dared to imagine that his father, who was incompetent, would one day teach him how to chase men without blinking an eye.
"He is Jiang Yunli's apprentice."
"Thinking back, if I hadn't left the Lin family back then, you two might have been together eating and sleeping together."
Wen Zichuan's nose felt sore. He had indeed thought so, but he never dared to say it. After all, it was Jiang Anyi who had been engaged to Cheng Sizhou at that time. He was not shameless enough to snatch a man from a poor little girl who had passed away.
It’s such a pity that we missed it for so many years.
"Don't be sad. Didn't I tell you? A man should be ambitious and strive for everything. If you want money, work hard to earn it. If you want someone, pursue them openly. Besides, it's a concession for my son, Wen Duo, to be paired with Jiang Yunli's apprentice. It's too shameful if you can't even get that guy."
"Forget it, he doesn't like me."
"Then find a place where there's no one, just the two of you. He has no one else but you, so he can only like you."
Wen Zichuan's tears were just about to burst when he was knocked back by this sentence. What did "find a place where no one is" mean? In a civilized society, could he still be kidnapped?
There probably isn't another biological father in the world more outrageous than Wen Duo. He wiped his face and didn't continue the conversation. He was afraid that Wen Duo would suggest him to buy an island so that they could ensure that "it's just the two of them."
Wen Zichuan didn't go to look for Cheng Sizhou again. He was more worried about his illness than the pain of not getting what he wanted.
Furthermore, the headquarters of Xingyu Feiyu moved to Dengyuan, and there were still many things waiting for Wei Jing to deal with when he returned. They were unable to stay in Jiqing for the full ten days, so naturally they did not wait to see the restored appearance of the ancestral porcelain vase.
Before leaving, Wen Zichuan plucked up the courage to go to Yu's house. This time Yu Ming was not there, and he only met Xu Yang.
He asked Xu Yang to pass on a heartfelt handwritten letter, hoping that Cheng Sizhou could rest in peace and that he would be safe and happy.
Xu Yang was silent for a moment. Seeing that he was about to leave, he suddenly called out to him, "Don't blame Brother Cheng. He must have his own reasons."
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