Knocking Ceremony
He really couldn't learn the sweet talk his colleagues used to coax girls, but the words he said now were really boring.
If he were a girl, he would definitely not be attracted to someone as dull and boring as me.
For a moment, Fu Changan half-crouched on the ground, his eyebrows drooping, his face full of regret. Xie Yunqing looked at him and thought that his expression... was very similar to his own when he had constipation.
He shook his head secretly and observed three moments of silence for his deceased cold and aloof friend.
"She looks a bit like my late cousin now," Su Yunwei thought suddenly of the past. Those feelings of sadness and regret had long since faded, but the thought of them again made her feel subconsciously choked. But now, with Fu Changan's sudden question, that feeling of sorrow and emptiness washed over her once again without warning.
Her nose felt slightly sour, and tears flashed in her eyes. A few tears fell to the ground as she lowered her head. Her tearful eyes caught Fu Changan's eyes. His throat rolled up and down a few times, and his heart was already in a panic.
He had seen life and death in the military camp, but now he didn't know how to deal with the woman's suppressed tears.
He slowly raised his hand, but remained silent for a moment in the air before putting it down. The woman's reputation was the most important thing, and he shouldn't be so reckless.
He lowered his eyes, his gaze fixed on the wet ground, his Adam's apple unconsciously rolling up and down, as if he wanted to swallow her bitterness into his stomach. He then raised his lowered hand, reached into his arms, took out a silver-white handkerchief, and handed it to Su Yunwei, whose eyes were red.
The man's handkerchief flew before his eyes. Su Yun raised her eyes slightly, and what came into view was a handsome face filled with worry. Was he... worried about her?
Raising his hand to take the silver-white brocade handkerchief, Su Yun sniffed slightly and said, "...Thank you. I will return the handkerchief to you after I wash it." After he finished speaking, he immediately covered his nose with the handkerchief and pinched his nose to blew away his full nose.
Fu Changan: “…”
The handkerchief...just give it to her.
The emotion faded, and seeing the woman holding the boy still as dazed as ever, Su Yunwei tried to strike up a conversation with her. But suddenly, he heard hurried footsteps and a man's exclamation at the door.
Upon hearing this, Su Yunwei and the others turned to look at the source of the sound.
A man in splendid clothes rushed into the store with anxious steps, shouting, "Jinglan? Jinglan?"
A familiar voice came, and the boy in the woman's arms was overjoyed. He was a little happy and shouted excitedly: "Father! Father! I'm here, Father."
The man in fancy clothes turned around when he heard the voice, but what he saw was his son with dirty clothes and his wife who was in a daze.
He stood there hesitating to move forward. Facing the passing crowd, his fingers trembled slightly and he couldn't help but take a step back.
"Father?" The boy was puzzled, and his confused eyes pierced into the heart of the Washington man. He gritted his teeth in hatred. It was not only Jinglan who was possessed by the devil, but probably... himself as well.
How could he despise his first wife who gave birth to his children?
The corners of his mouth twitched into a wry smile, and he hurriedly stepped forward to the side of Su Yunwei and the others, looking the boy and the girl up and down uneasily. Then he half-knelt on the ground.
"Hong'er, what's wrong with you?"
Hong'er listened to his father's question, lowering his head slightly with some self-blame, and said in a weak tone: "It's Hong'er's fault. Hong'er ate too fast and choked on a walnut." He raised his eyes slightly, then raised his finger and pointed at Su Yun and said: "It was this sister who saved me."
The man in fine clothes followed the finger's gaze, their eyes meeting. But in his peripheral vision, the man standing next to the woman had a cold expression. However... he did look a bit like an old friend. For a moment, he had no idea what to do. But the capital wasn't very big; he'd know later.
"Thank you for your help, Miss. I don't know how to repay you. If you have any questions..."
Before he could finish his words, Su Yunwei interrupted him.
"Just give me the silver."
"What...what?" The man in fancy clothes suspected that he had heard wrongly and asked again in surprise.
"What you said are all empty words. Only the money you get is substantial." Su Yun said calmly. What she lacked most now was money. She knew very well that she could not live in Fu Changan's house forever. Sooner or later, she would buy a house that belonged to her alone in this world, and then open a small shop and live a simple life.
The man in fancy clothes smiled with some disdain, raised his hand to take off the purse from his waist, weighed it in his hand, looked up at Su Yunwei, and then handed the purse over.
This was the first money she had ever received since coming to this world. Su Yunwei smiled silently as she held the heavy bag. It was as if the sudden emotion was just a dream that Fu Changan had, a dream with a different mind.
Su Yunwei opened the bag in her hand, her eyes trembling slightly, flashing with bright light.
What a money-grubber! Fu Changan was secretly glad to see this. Fortunately, his family was well-off and money was not a problem. If she wanted, he could give her everything...
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Tsk... Fu Changan was a little depressed. Why did he always think about these nonsense?
The man in fancy clothes gradually calmed Jinglan, whom he had mentioned, until she became calmer. Her grip loosened, and the man in fancy clothes slowly stood up, allowing Hong'er to see the fresh air again. He relaxed slightly, hunched over, and sat on the ground, breathing out, as if trying to recover from his fatigue.
The man in fancy clothes hugged Jinglan's slender waist tightly, lowered his eyes and said, "Hong'er, let's go. Grandmother is still waiting for you."
When Hong'er heard this, desire immediately flashed in his eyes. His little body suddenly stood up, turned around and imitated the doctor's behavior towards Su Yunwei, and bowed respectfully, saying: "Thank you for saving my life today, sister. If there is any need for Hong'er in the future, Hong'er will do his best to repay your kindness." Then his eyes focused and his little hands subconsciously adjusted his clothes.
He straightened his back, bent his knees and knelt down, ready to kowtow three times.
Seeing this, Su Yunwei hurried forward to help him up, but Fu Changan, who was standing beside him, grabbed his arm. He looked calm and shook his head, indicating that she should not help. Although a little confused, Su Yunwei still stood there and waited for Hong'er to finish kowtowing.
After the last bow, Hong Er's face became more serious, and he said:
"My benefactor is above me, Heaven and Earth are my witnesses, the mountains and rivers are my oaths, I will never forget the grace of your rebirth, if I betray you, Heaven and Earth will be indignant together."
As soon as the words fell, the man in fancy clothes lowered his eyes and said in a deep voice: "Okay, let's go."
Hong'er straightened his back and stood up, bowed again in the direction of Su Yunwei, then turned around and followed his father away.
Seeing their backs getting farther and farther away, Su Yunwei pulled away the hand that was holding her arm, raised her little face and asked in confusion, "Why didn't you want me to stop him just now?"
"How old is he? What's the point of all this empty formalities?"
Fu Chang'an's gaze turned to Su Yunwei as the three people disappeared. He said in a muffled voice: "You saved his life, you deserve this gift." The originally vague memories gradually became clear. He especially remembered that when he was thirteen years old, he left home alone and rushed to the northwest front. He worshipped an old subordinate of his grandfather as his master. It was also in that year that the master single-handedly saved him from being in critical condition. At that time, he was so solemn. He knelt on his knees and kowtowed three times to the master who gave him a second life.
This is a favor that can never be repaid in any way!
"This is a kowtow, a ritual passed down from our ancient bloodline! It's not a false gift; it's the recipient's absolute loyalty to you, and the surrender of the right to use their life."
"If you had helped him up then, he would have thought you were rejecting his vows and that you looked down on him."
Fu Changan's focused gaze penetrated Su Yunwei's confused and surprised eyes. Her little head was overloaded with information. She froze in place, not knowing what to say. After a long moment, she finally uttered, "But...but she's just a child!"
As soon as she said that, Su Yunwei felt a little amused. Could it be that she was getting older? She actually came up with this lame excuse of "He's just a kid!", unwilling to take responsibility for the consequences and just wanting to avoid the problem?
"From the moment he fell into this mortal world, he was responsible for his every word and action. Every babbling and toddling step was an attempt to acquire the ability to survive. If everything could be excused simply by saying 'I'm still a child,' then wouldn't murder, arson, robbery, and theft be forgiven? Such a person is unworthy of being called a human being. It would be better to kill him with a sword and put an end to it all!"
That vivid memory flooded back into his mind like a tide, disturbing him to no end. He had once been a child, a soldier since childhood, accustomed to life and death, and knew firsthand the price of tolerating evil. So what if it was just a child? So what if it was just a token of gratitude? The grace of rebirth was worth nothing, even if it meant being a slave, a servant, or even working like an ox or a horse.
Su Yunwei stared at him in a daze, then took a breath. Killed with one sword? Was this ancient man too authoritarian?
"Of course, the fact that he's still a child isn't a get-out-of-jail-free card, but it's a fact. If you were to say he'd made mistakes over and over again, then you could certainly make him pay the price. But if it was just one mistake, and you didn't give him a chance to truly understand right from wrong, and you killed him with a single blow, don't you think that's too cruel?"
"Killing is an ineffective method." Everyone makes mistakes. Aside from fatal issues of principle, why not give others a chance as long as they can be corrected? Su Yunwei didn't want to look at Fu Changan's face again. His handsome face really affected her stable performance.
"What happened between your brother and Doctor Su?" Kuang Ye was standing next to Fu Mingyue, feeling a little puzzled by the sudden and subtle atmosphere before him.
Weren't they talking about the kowtow ceremony? Why did they seem to have strayed a bit? Kuang Ye shook his head and turned his gaze to Fu Mingyue, but she walked straight towards his brother.
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