"Okay, okay, my son just woke up. Please be quiet. You all go out and come back when he feels better. [ ]" Hearing a group of people chattering, Mrs. Hua directly issued an eviction order. For a while, only Hua was left in the room.
Madam and Xiaoye.
"Xiaoye, it's time for the young master to take medicine. Go and bring the medicine quickly!" Mrs. Hua ordered.
Xiaoye quickly brought the medicine. Mrs. Hua took a small spoon and blew each spoonful to her mouth for fear of burning her son. Hua Shenguang swallowed it one by one. At this time, he started from this
The lady felt a strong maternal love, and the care of her mother when she was a child in her previous life also came to her heart. The mothers in the two lives were different, but the feeling she gave him, the kind of family affection, the love that blood is thicker than water, was the same.
Looking at the mother in front of her, she already has a few wrinkles and a few gray hairs. She must have put a lot of thought into this son!
At this time, Hua Shenguang put himself in this mother's shoes and felt deeply guilty.
His father died in the war, his uncle had no heirs, and he was the only one in the whole of Washington. Yet he was so unlucky that his mother's hair turned gray at such a young age. It really shouldn't have happened!
After feeling guilty, I was moved! The former Hua Shenguang was so unbearable, but he was still treated as a treasure. If his son was like this, I would have left him to fend for himself. How could he be treated like this? Hua Shenguang was deeply moved.
I was so moved that my nose suddenly felt sore and I felt like crying.
If Mrs. Hua knew that her son was actually moved, she would not immediately burn incense and kowtow in front of the ancestor's shrine to express her gratitude for the grace of the ancestor's spiritual appearance.
When Hua Shenguang came to this world, he felt a strong sense of family affection for the first time!
Hua Shenguang spent the next few days recovering from his injuries. In these days, he always felt the care of his mother and the care of the Hua family. This made him secretly determined that since this body has changed its owner, he would occupy this body.
Then let him take the place of the former Young Master Hua and fulfill his filial piety as a son.
Under the best medical treatment, Hua Shenguang has basically recovered. In the past few days, he has straightened out his thoughts. Since he has a chance to live again, he must live well. In his previous life, he was an all-rounder in both civil and military affairs.
, standing at the pinnacle of the earth, although he is possessed by this trash and scum in this life, he still has to live a good life, not only for the Hua family, but also for himself, he must live a wonderful life!
But when you come to this different world and don't know anything, it's better to keep the original appearance and personality of Mr. Hua. If Hua Shenguang thinks about it, he really doesn't know much about Mr. Hua and has only read a few books.
The handwriting was also poor, and apart from eating, drinking and gambling, he had nothing to do with it. Hua Shenguang looked out the window at the sun looming in the clouds and sighed again.
The world is so wonderful. Before he went on the mission to seize the treasure, he was reading a time-travel novel. He didn't expect that he would travel through time. What on earth was going on!
Seeing the young master standing in front of the window, seemingly full of emotion, Xiaoye said timidly: "Master, it's time to take medicine again. After taking the medicine, the master will ask you to go to the study to see him."
"Okay, get the medicine!" Hua Shenguang took a bowl of medicine, drank it in one breath, and then walked to the old man's study alone. Xiaoye thought while collecting the bowl: "The young master seems to be really different from before.
, not only do I not need to be persuaded to take medicine, but I also don’t do anything to myself.”
Entering the old man's room with ease, Hua Shenguang called out softly: "Grandpa, I'm here."
From the old man's expression, Hua Shenguang felt that as soon as the old man saw him, he had a kind of unknown anger. The old man who was previously calm and self-confident, immediately wanted to get angry.
What a powerful hatred that made my grandfather become like this!
How much deep love is needed to make my grandfather so entangled!
"You robbed a little girl of candied haws, and even took off other people's clothes. Do you know it was wrong?" The old man asked in a deep voice with a black face. It was not that he wanted to be black, but thinking of his grandson's behavior, he had restrained himself by not going berserk.
Already.
Hua Shenguang thought that this kind of behavior was really wrong, so he blurted out: "I know I was wrong."
What? The old man's eyes widened, wondering if he had heard wrongly. He was about to get angry, but the words "I know he was wrong" came to him, and the accumulated anger was suppressed. Because he would have heard: "I am wrong."
"Young master, what's wrong? I don't know what to wait for", this is also Hua Shenguang's mantra every time he makes a mistake. In his heart, there is no such thing as "knowing the mistake".
The old man who was about to curse a lot was stunned on the spot and said after a long time: "Since you know your mistake, I hope you won't do it again. In this situation, if you are beaten to death, no one will intercede for you."
After Hua Shenguang left, the old man became a little excited. He took out Hua Mingwu's portrait and looked at it for a long time. "Mingwu, your precious son, for the first time today, he realized his mistake..."
Hua Shenguang did not expect that his casual statement of acknowledging his mistake would actually make the country's leading literary figures excited for half an hour. This was unprecedented and unprecedented.
Back in the house, Hua Shenguang looked at the unsightly calligraphy and painting all over the room and shook his head repeatedly. Then he took it down one by one. While taking it, he recalled the process of the birth of the calligraphy and painting, and Hua Shenguang's stomach hurt from laughing.
Already.
This picture of a chicken eating a bug is the proud work of the grandson of a great literary figure and a rare literary genius in the world. The two tears shed by the little bug in the picture fully reflect the despair before death.
In this painting, the words "Young Master", "Young" and "Master" are large on the left and small on the right, tilted up and down, which fully reflects the wild and unrestrained, unrestrained and good character of this young master.
This imaginary picture has only three strokes: a right curve on the left, a vertical line in the middle, and a left curve on the right. There are only three strokes, but they vary according to each person's thoughts. They can be certain parts of the human body, or
It's anything else, whatever you want it to be, it's simply the pioneering work of abstraction in this world...
Eighteen of Mr. Hua's favorite paintings were taken down, and Hua Shenguang only left the "Six Legs of Mosquitoes" piece. He carried eighteen paintings and calligraphy to the garden in one breath, and Hua Shenguang was so tired that he was out of breath.
Get up, this Young Master Hua's body is simply too weak!
"Xiaoye, bring me fire!"
"Master, these are your proud works. Do you want to burn them?"
"Exactly, if the old ones don't go away and the new ones don't come, I will still have better works!" Hua Shenguang burned these "masterpieces handed down from ancient times" with a fire, then returned to the room and watched the end
A piece of writing, thinking that after all, this was the first thing that made him laugh after he came here, but the handwriting was a bit poor. He himself was a good hand at handwriting, but it was better not to expose it.
"Xiaoye, your handwriting is good. Make a new copy according to this poem, then frame it and hang it. Well...this poem doesn't have a name yet. Let's call it "Smashing Mosquitoes". Write the name on it too."