Chapter 025: Me and My Unfair Father and Brother (Twenty-Five)
“Bang!”
This is the sound of the sole of the shoe hitting the kneecap.
“Crack!”
It was the slight sound of bones dislocating.
Chen Wenjian's casual smile froze on his face. He bent his right leg and staggered to the side. His posture was as elegant as a falling jade mountain, and he didn't look embarrassed at all.
Chen Qiaoyun was also stunned by his younger brother's actions, but his subconscious concern for his father's fragile new body made him reflexively support his fallen father to prevent him from falling to the ground and breaking other bones.
Chen Wenjian was stunned for a full five seconds before he was awakened by a sharp, piercing pain in his leg. He blinked blankly at Chen Yunli, unsure how to react. The first thing he said was, "Has my son's mind been corrupted by my father's demonic energy?"
"Whose mind has been corrupted?" Chen Yunli stretched his legs and turned his neck, glancing at him expressionlessly. As he spoke, demonic energy surged around him, like a surging tide beneath a dark, overcast sky. "I'm awake! There's no time to be more awake than now!"
As he spoke, he looked at Chen Wenjian's intact left leg, and his toes began to stir again.
"...Ahem." Chen Qiaoyun cleared his throat. "Little brother, you went through so much trouble to find a way to resurrect our father. He was reborn thanks to your life source. You must not let your anger ruin all your efforts."
Chen Yunli rolled his eyes, and his pupils, which were already round and large, became even darker than ink, so pitch black that not a single ray of light could penetrate.
The demonic energy that Chen Wenjian injected into him was too powerful. Although it did not really affect his temperament, his body was inevitably transformed. His originally handsome and friendly appearance now revealed a sharp demonic charm.
It looks very much like Chen Wenjian when he first became a demon.
Chen Qiaoyun's heart shuddered at his glance, and then a wave of doubt arose. He coughed dryly, "Cough. But, little brother, you just woke up, so why are you angry with father?"
"Hmph." Chen Yunli crossed his arms, his long, curly eyelashes drooping as he glanced at Chen Wenjian. "Nothing. I just woke up from a nap and suddenly everything from the past came clear to me. My good father has never treated me like a son. He's always raised me like a cat or a dog. If I were a cat or a dog, he'd be overjoyed. But I'm a human. When I don't understand, I can feast on chaff. But once I understand, I just feel annoyed."
Chen Qiaoyun opened his thin lips slightly. This righteous leader who had always been kind and benevolent seemed to want to make a few words to defend his inhuman old father, but Chen Yunli waved his hand and he shut his mouth.
"He raised me for decades, and I gave him a life, so we're even. It's not too much to kick him, right?" Chen Yunli said.
“…That’s not an exaggeration.”
"In that case, isn't it normal that I don't want to be his son and become his cat or dog again?"
“…That’s normal.”
Chen Yunli nodded: "Okay, I'm leaving now, please make way."
Chen Qiaoyun helped his old father back away.
He was still the same as before, doing whatever his younger brother said and being led by the nose.
Just as Chen Yunli was about to leave with his head held high, Chen Wenjian suddenly laughed softly.
Chen Yunli blinked, and before he could ask him what he was laughing at, he saw him putting one hand on his eldest son's shoulder and using the other hand to support his dislocated kneecap and "click" it back into place. The pain that followed did not leave any trace on his face, only the thin layer of sweat at his temples revealed his discomfort.
Chen Wenjian patted Chen Qiaoyun's arm, broke away from his support, and walked lazily to Chen Yunli.
He kept his hands in his pockets, his head still, and only looked up and down at his youngest son, whose temperament had changed drastically. His gaze finally stopped at his dark eyes, and as he looked, he slowly raised the corners of his lips.
"What are you looking at?" Chen Yunli felt a little awkward and pursed the corners of his lips. "Are you surprised by my attitude towards you now?"
"It's okay. I have some guesses about this matter." After Chen Wenjian finished speaking, he raised a slender and delicate hand and slowly stroked his eyebrows.
Chen Yunli subconsciously wanted to avoid him, and the black mist surging around him was also resisting his touch.
He raised his eyebrows slightly, mumbling a low "hmm." Chen Yunli froze in place, as if bound by invisible ropes. The protective black mist naturally lingered in mid-air and between his sleeves, illuminating him like a richly colored mural.
Chen Wenjian touched his eyebrows as he wished. His fingertips were like pens and knives, lightly sweeping along his long eyebrows, passing through the slightly upturned corners of his eyes and eyelids, and then tracing the peak of his straight nose, until he touched the soft, purple lips and tapped them lightly twice.
The skin he touched felt a little itchy and numb. Chen Yunli wrinkled his nose and used the only vocal cords he could use: "What are you doing? Are you teasing me?"
"Silly." Chen Wenjian flicked his forehead with his finger. "I was checking your bone structure."
Chen Yunli rolled his eyes: "Do you doubt that I'm not your son?"
"How could that be? I just want to confirm something." Chen Wenjian took a step forward, closing in on him half a meter away. He gently placed his hand over half of his cheek, his palm warm and cool. "My son, Yunli, did you and I have the same dream?"
Chen Yunli's breathing paused for a moment.
Yes, the system said that what happened in the first stage of the review will be instilled into important plot characters in the form of dreams, and Chen Wenjian is one of them.
According to the system, the "plot" of the first stage is equivalent to the necessary deduction conditions of the formula, but after all the conditions are met, what specific results can be deduced depends on the personal choices of the characters.
Chen Yunli and Chen Wenjian in the first stage only spent less than three months together, and these experiences became the dreams of Chen Wenjian in the original timeline. How much impact they can have on him is actually a mystery. No matter how confident Chen Yunli is, he is a little unsure at this time.
Of course, his uncertainty is not entirely his own fault. Even if we take a step back, does that mean Chen Wenjian has no fault at all?
Look at his current appearance, pale as a ghost, so handsome that people dare not look at him directly, and his aura is like that of a devil. If he were put on the set of a redemption movie, he could only be used as a negative example, using his hopelessness to highlight the protagonist's repentance.
Who in their right mind wouldn't be frightened when faced with such a textbook villain?
Anyway, Chen Yunli can't do it.
A moment of distraction made Chen Yunli's breathing and heartbeat speed up a little, and this was exactly the answer Chen Wenjian needed.
Suddenly, his eyebrows curved and he smiled exceptionally brightly, as if before his death he had drawn his sword and pointed it at Chen Qiaoyun, challenging him - either kill him or be buried with all the living beings in the world.
The hairs behind Chen Yunli's ears suddenly stood up. Before he could react, his vision suddenly blurred. It turned out that Chen Qiaoyun, who was observing the situation nearby, was also startled and stepped in front of him.
"Father, calm down."
Chen Qiaoyun raised his hand and patted Chen Yunli's chest, releasing Chen Wenjian from his restraints. He then put his arm around his waist and stepped back several steps. A glow flashed in his palm, and he actually drew out his sword Changqing.
Almost at the same time, Chen Yunli chose to shrink into his arms, pouting and saying, "Brother, he laughs like he can eat three children in one meal! It's so scary!"
Chen Qiaoyun: "Puff...cough cough. Little brother, don't talk nonsense."
Chen Wenjian's smile froze again, but this time it softened quickly, and his expression returned to its original relaxed state.
He put his hands in his pockets again, his eyes swept across his eldest son's spiritual sword with a cold glow, and pressed heavily on Chen Yunli.
At that moment, Chen Yunli felt as if he was being pounced on by a ferocious beast. Its huge paws pressed against his heart, and its sharp claws stretched out, pressing against his skin. The force was gentle, but it was ready to nail him to the ground at any time.
In this absurd and difficult-to-dispel illusion, Chen Yunli heard Chen Wenjian say, "Yunli, I know it's you. This time, it's not a dream."
Upon hearing this, Chen Yunli widened his eyes in surprise.
…
Walking out of the bottom of the Sword Sealing Tower, the early spring breeze blew in my face, bringing with it the fresh air of melting snow and ice in the distance.
Under Chen Wenjian's guidance, Chen Yunli clumsily gathered the demonic energy that overflowed from his body. Since his life was tied to the demonic source he had passed on to him, his previous reasons for leaving were untenable, and he could only stay for the time being.
Probably because he had completely immersed himself in the identity of "Chen Wenjian's youngest son", whenever he thought about how Chen Wenjian had treated him in the past, even though he knew that Chen Wenjian had saved his life and raised him, he still felt depressed and uncomfortable.
That's the downside of living too clearly.
Because of this, Chen Yunli was depressed the whole time. He didn't pay any attention to Chen Wenjian until he got out of the bottom of the tower. He only followed Chen Qiaoyun who treated him wholeheartedly from beginning to end.
"Brother." He pulled Chen Qiaoyun's sleeve, "I'm hungry."
Chen Wenjian raised his eyebrows when he saw this familiar action, and his fingertips moved slightly under the wide sleeves, but in the end he just pinched the corner of the sleeve and rubbed it hard.
"What do you want to eat?" Chen Qiaoyun took Chen Yunli's wrist with her backhand, and her tone softened when she spoke to her brother.
Chen Yunli answered without hesitation: "Snacks from Baixiang Shop!"
Chen Qiaoyun's expression froze for a moment, then she gave a helpless smile. "The Baixiang shop closed down many years ago, but I know how to steam peach blossom cakes. Now is the season when peach blossoms are in full bloom. I'd like to make some for you to try."
"Okay." Chen Yunli agreed with a smile.
He didn't really want to eat this, but at a certain moment he was filled with nostalgia and was so shocked that he blurted it out.
"Where do the peach blossoms come from on this mountain?" Chen Wenjian interrupted slowly. He brushed his messy black hair, which fell from his temples like a waterfall, making his cheeks look even paler and his lips look particularly pale, which made him look weird and bewitching.
"There is a peach forest at the foot of the mountain." Chen Qiaoyun pointed it out to him and Chen Yunli.
There is indeed a peach forest on the south side of the foot of the mountain. Looking from the top of the mountain, you can see a large patch of pink mist, like clouds and mist, which is beautiful beyond words.
"It's too far." Chen Wenjian shook his head.
Chen Yunli was just about to say that they all knew magic and could cross this distance in an instant, when he saw Chen Wenjian pinching his fingers to form a spell, and his black sleeves fluttered. The gorgeous gold-woven patterns on the sleeves flashed lightly, and suddenly three or five peach trees broke through the ground beside the well. In the blink of an eye, they grew from seedlings into old trees, with branches and leaves spreading out, and flowers exuding fragrance.
Chen Wenjian walked forward, casually picked two branches, and threw one to Chen Qiaoyun.
"Here are the ingredients for your peach blossom cake."
He held the other branch in his arm, picked the most beautiful flower, and pinned it next to Chen Yunli's ear.
"I've heard that scholars in the world always like to wear flowers in their hair in spring, and consider it an elegant thing." Chen Wenjian was half a head taller than Chen Yunli, and he could see his face clearly when he lowered his eyes. It was indeed a beautiful face, a perfect match for the peach blossoms. "Not bad."
His fingers stroked Chen Yunli's earlobe, and there was a faint smile in his voice, like a stream flowing among flowers, clear and gorgeous.
Chen Yunli's ears turned red instantly.
On the side, Chen Qiaoyun looked at the branches growing in all directions in her hands, then looked at the beautiful flowers beside her younger brother's ears, and sighed.
It's such a clear double standard.
On both sides.
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