Shumei said with confidence that although this act of asking for forgiveness by carrying a thorn stick on one's back was a bit of a joke, for an older man like Uncle Li, it should be easy for him to accept this more traditional culture.
Wencai held the teacup in trembling hands and walked into the living room tremblingly under Shumei's forceful pulling.
He knelt down at Uncle Li's feet with a plop, holding the teacup high in his hand.
Uncle Li was startled by Wencai's sudden action and was a little at a loss. He looked at Shumei, Wenxue, and Aunt Wen who were watching nearby with a puzzled look, hoping to get an answer from them.
Dad didn’t get angry?
Wencai glanced at Uncle Li. He had expected Uncle Li to start cursing like before, but the reality was beyond his expectation. The surroundings were eerily quiet.
"Wencai, why don't you say something? What are you standing there for?"
Seeing that Wencai didn't say anything, Shumei bent down and whispered in Wencai's ear.
Wencai suddenly realized and began to speak hesitantly.
"Dad, I know I was wrong. Please hit me! I will never hide or escape again. I am an unfilial and rebellious son. Even death is not enough. I have endured more than four years of mental torture. Every night at midnight, I dream of Mom. She is still so kind and amiable. She asks me why I don't go to Dad's knees to fulfill my filial duty. Don't you think she can die in peace? Every time this happens, I wake up in fear and look at the empty room. There is no sense of home in the room. I feel extremely lonely and helpless. I clearly have a good family, but I destroyed it with my own hands. All of this is my own fault."
Wencai spoke with tears in his eyes. Although his words were jumbled and few hit the point, Uncle Li listened to every word. He did not get angry, but instead shed tears.
Li Wenxue stood beside the sofa, also looking like he was about to cry.
"Uncle Li, the tea's cold. Just drink this cup of apology! Blood is thicker than water. Who would want to bear a grudge against their son for the rest of their life? Let Wencai come home more often to show his filial piety and make up for his past mistakes. You don't want Wencai to bear the guilt for the rest of his life, do you?"
In fact, it is not that Shumei is eloquent, but that time is the best medicine. After the baptism of time, the pain and hatred in Uncle Li's heart have been washed away.
Now, he only hopes that his family can live together in harmony. He is already half buried in the earth. Everything in the world is like a passing cloud in their eyes. Their extravagant hope is that their family can be together happily in the last moments.
Seeing Uncle Li's eyes welling with emotion, Shumei knew the matter was settled, so she quickly added fuel to the fire. She knelt down, plucked the bramble from Wencai's back, and held it high in her hand.
"Uncle Li, if you still feel unsatisfied, after drinking the tea, beat him up with a whip. If that's too much effort, I can do it for you. And I promise that from now on, I will help you keep a close eye on him. If he makes any mistakes, I will call you immediately and then tie him up and bring him to you for your punishment."
This was Wencai's family affair, and Shumei knew it was inappropriate for her to say such things. But in order to strike while the iron was hot and get Uncle Li to back down, she couldn't care less.
Wencai was obviously dissatisfied when he heard Shumei's words. He glanced at Shumei with a squint.
"Kang Shumei, who do you think you are? You're just my nanny, and you dare to talk to my dad like that? Do you even take me, your boss, seriously?"
But Shumei actually knelt down to her father in order to help him. When Wencai thought of this, he felt extremely grateful to Shumei.
He was muttering to himself, and before he knew it, the teacup in his hand was taken away by Uncle Li.
"If this cup is my daughter-in-law's tea, then I'm still happy to drink it. For my daughter-in-law's sake, I will forgive you, you bastard."
Uncle Li used the tea lid to drive away the tea leaves floating on the surface while saying with a smile. Obviously, Shumei's words made him misunderstand. He really thought that there was something going on between Shumei and Wencai.
“This…this…”
"That... this... is not..."
Shumei wanted to explain, and Wencai also wanted to explain, but seeing that Uncle Li had already tilted his head back to drink his tea, they swallowed back the words that were on the tip of their throats, and both shook their heads helplessly.
…
Dani wiped the sweat from her forehead and nose, her expression extremely grim. She really couldn't stand it anymore. Qingke had been sitting here for hours. Now she was hungry and thirsty, and she really didn't want to stay here with Qingke like a wooden man any longer.
"Keke, what are you going to do? It's so hot out here. You're not going to leave me here with you to get dried into a mermaid, are you?"
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