After dinner, he sat in his study and looked through some notes left by his father.
They are not really notes, they are just some essays.
The characters are very beautiful, including regular script, official script and even cursive script, flowing smoothly.
Si Ming couldn't understand most of the cursive script.
The rest is fine.
What I wrote are some insights, and have nothing to do with that failed love.
On March 15th, Lao Wei treated me to a drink. Uncle Sun had just returned with a photo of Xiaojue. The child was very quiet, sitting quietly on a small chair in kindergarten. A few chubby little girls around him spoke to him, but he ignored them, not even glancing at them. Xiaojue, this is not okay. Boys will eventually integrate into society, and socializing should start from a young age.
April 26th. It rained heavily, the drizzle stretching to the horizon. Even on rainy April days in Jiangling, it was still quite cold. Uncle Sun returned, carrying the shivering Xiao Jue. He said he was out of kindergarten and no one was home to pick him up. Uncle Sun complained, and she hit Xiao Jue, calling him a fool. Then, she stormed out, perhaps feeling that this was her son, destined from birth to be the "superior." She held absolute control over Xiao Jue, free to beat and scold him at will, even... threatening him.
On May 9th, a good friend brought her child to visit my home. Seeing them, I thought of Xiao Jue. I wonder if Xiao Jue, now that he's grown up and can choose his own parents, will recognize me as his father.
Essays, write whenever you think of them.
There are several thick notebooks, and he is present in every essay.
There are even portraits of him from childhood to adulthood, sketched by his father himself.
Every stroke of the pen represents the father’s deep and unbreakable love for his son.
It was almost three in the morning when Si Ming turned to the next page.
This time, it has been nine years.
Looking at the time, it was only a few days since my father passed away.
September 16. I knew my life was coming to an end.
But I haven't seen my Xiao Jue for six years. He was taken away by that woman.
Before leaving, he didn't even let me see Xiao Jue for the last time.
She hates me, hates me for being heartless.
I hate her too, not out of love, but a hatred that goes deep into my bones.
Everyone says that the head of the Ying family is handsome and graceful.
But they don’t know that I am also worried about someone, and that is my son, Ying Jue.
Even though he has half of that woman's blood flowing in his body, he also has half of mine.
This half of my blood destined him to be the concern that I will never be able to let go of in this life.
In my life, I have lived up to my parents and my ancestors.
Only...
I owe you my little secret. 】
After reading it, Si Ming closed the notebook silently.
This was his father's last words.
As for the last page, the handwriting is a bit sloppy and the strokes are weak, which shows that the patient is really in a critical condition.
What was he doing at the time?
That year, Si Ming was almost depressed by his mother, and his dark thoughts were about to burst out.
He could barely protect himself at the time, so he shut himself off from the outside world and had no interest in anything outside.
His father's regret is also his.
After the ancestor worship ceremony, Si Ming prepared to leave.
Rest until nine o'clock, then go downstairs.
Sun Bo said, "Sir, Miss Shanshan is here."
Si Ming remained unmoved.
Ying Shanshan, who had played with him since childhood, was a very nice girl.
"Give her some money, and from now on, the winner will be me, not any other member of the tribe."
Uncle Sun went to do it.
Outside, Ying Shanshan saw the bank card in her hand and felt mixed emotions.
Almost overwhelmed by shame.
She did come here to borrow money, but...
The other party's behavior made her feel ashamed.
Uncle Sun smiled and said, "There are two million in it."
Ying Shanshan: “…”
Sun Bo continued, "Master said that in the future, the winner will be no one else but you. Miss Shanshan, please go back."
Ying Shanshan looked at him in shock, her lips trembling, unable to utter a word.
Sun Bo turned and went inside, leaving Ying Shanshan alone. He stayed for a long time before leaving.
**
When Jiang Li saw Si Ming again, he had just finished practicing martial arts.
Grabbing a towel and wiping the sweat from his forehead, he asked, "How long have you been standing there?"
"Not long." Si Ming put away his outward indifference, curled his lips and smiled: "Are you still not convinced?"
Although he is young, he has a big temper.
"What do you think?" Jiang Li resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "I'm the patriarch of the Jiang family, the ruler of the number one ancient martial arts family. How could I lose to someone else in terms of martial arts?"
Si Ming said: "Except for me, you are indeed unmatched in this field. Why do you have to fight for the first place?"
"What do you care about me?" Jiang Li couldn't help it this time, rolled his eyes and passed by him.
Si Ming followed her with a smile, "Grandpa asked you to go over."
Jiang Li: "I understand."
After returning from the meeting hall, Jiang Li saw Si Ming lying on the beauty couch.
He has a really great appearance, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist and long legs, he is just the right amount of handsome.
It's hard not to be fooled by him.
"You're the only one left in your line of winners, right? Another year has passed, and you're 29 years old, right? And you're still not married?"
Si Ming raised his eyebrows slightly and stared at Jiang Li.
Her eyes were pure, without admiration or compassion, and were purely directed at the issue itself.
So, Si Ming and Jiang Li are really relaxing together.
He didn't want to follow in his father's footsteps.
It’s not that I’m afraid of ending up like my father, I simply don’t want to be disgusted, and I don’t want to commit murder.
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