The king searched around the bookcase, but did not find the "Art of War" by Sun Tzu. He turned around and asked Xia Shihao: "Grandpa, there is none."
"Oh, by the way, I forgot that the book was in the drawer of the desk. Alas, people get old and their memory fails." Xia Shihao sighed, but his eyes were looking at the king calmly.
The king smiled slightly, walked around the bookcase, came to the desk, opened the drawer, and what jumped into his sight was a photo, a family photo.
In the photo, Xia Shihao still has black hair, sitting in a wheelchair with a big smile, his arms around a four-year-old boy, his clear eyes, innocent and flawless appearance, and sunny smile, that is the four-year-old boy.
Year old Xia Mo!
Xia Zihan and Mo Liuli stood behind, their smiles warm and sweet. Mo Liuli put his right hand on Xia Mo's shoulder, looking down at him as tenderly as water.
The king still remembers that this was a photo taken when he was four years old and just learned to walk.
He suffered from congenital heart disease when he was born and his legs were paralyzed. He and his mother Mo Liang were dependent on each other and went through a lot of hardships. It was not until he was four years old that he met his father Xia Zihan. The journey was bumpy and heart-wrenching.
My father was injured by a gunshot. When he was on the verge of death, he still insisted on transplanting bone marrow to heal his legs. Later, his legs healed and he gradually learned to walk. However, his father was sitting on the bed for more than a month because of the serious injury.
wheelchair.
These past events emerged in his mind one by one, with deep sadness. He thought he would never think of them again, thinking that those things had already sunk in the river of his memory. But looking at this photo, his heart was unsettled.
Controlled...
This long-dusted past event almost aroused the long-buried family affection of the king, but he quickly adjusted his mood, regained his indifferent expression, reached out, and took out Sun Tzu's Art of War from under the photo.
Xia Shihao's eyes also jumped in an instant. From the complicated changes when he was staring at the king to the calmness now, just in the blink of an eye, the men of the Xia family are extremely wise, even Xia Shihao, who is in his twilight years.
"Found it." The king handed "Sun Tzu's Art of War" to Xia Shihao, with a slight curve on his lips.
"Thank you." Xia Shihao took it and read it slowly.
"Grandpa." Ming Xi's voice suddenly came from the door. The king raised his eyes and saw her walking in with a plate of refreshments, including a glass of ice water. She handed him the ice water, "Drink less wine, ice."
Water can also relieve heat."
"Thank you." The king took the ice water and took a sip. It was light and tasteless, but very refreshing. Maybe in the future, he should give up ice wine and drink this.
"I'm going out. I won't stop you from reading." Ming Xi handed a cup of hot tea to Xia Shihao.
"Xi'er, why don't you read a book with grandpa?" Xia Shihao suddenly said.
"Then...will it disturb you?" Ming Xi looked at the king.
"No." The king's lips curved in a confusing way.
Ming Xi also took a history book and sat down, and the study suddenly became quiet again.
"It's rare that you two young people are so patient and read with me. Over the years, except for sometimes accompanying me when I am homeless, I am always alone." Xia Shihao said casually while flipping through the book.
Here we go again, Grandpa, the old fox, wants to trick me again.
"Brother Feng won't accompany you?" Ming Xi raised her eyes and asked.
"He doesn't like reading and doesn't have much time." Xia Shihao replied with a smile.
"Didn't Grandpa say that all the descendants of the Xia family love reading?" The king continued as he wished.
"Alas, actually A Feng is not Zi Han's biological child. You probably don't know this yet, right?" Xia Shihao sighed softly.
"Oh? I really don't know." The king looked a little surprised, "But it seems to me that Mr. Xia and his wife treat him as if he is a stranger."
"Yes, Ah Feng is a good boy. But, I also have a grandson, did you know?" After going around for a long time, Xia Shihao finally got to the point.
"Really? Then why doesn't he live with you?" the king asked casually.
Ming Xi didn't say anything. She vaguely knew about this matter, but usually this matter was taboo in the Xia and Ming families. No one dared to mention it. She didn't expect that grandpa would mention this matter to an outsider like Wang Zun today.
What is grandpa's intention?
"He left us when he was very young..." Xia Shihao said sadly.
"It turns out...he has passed away." The king sighed.
“No, he is not dead.”
He must still be alive."
"Grandpa, if brother Xia Mo is still alive, why doesn't he come back to you?" Ming Xi asked in confusion.
The king lowered his eyes and said nothing. He didn't want grandpa to notice the strangeness in his eyes. He had to admit that grandpa was really powerful, although he had known that grandpa was deliberately talking about these past events, trying to make him lose control and expose himself.
There were clues, but he still couldn't suppress the ups and downs of emotions in his heart.
He could not remain indifferent.
"Maybe he has his own helpless reasons. Maybe, like when he was a child, he mistakenly thought that we only loved Ah Feng and not him anymore." Xia Shihao sighed deeply and was immersed in memories...
"Actually, what happened back then was simply a misunderstanding. At that time, the kidnappers kidnapped Ah Feng. Zihan could not have refused to save him, but he thought Mo'er would understand, so he agreed to exchange hostages with the kidnappers. And he knew that Minglang would
Protecting Mo'er in the dark so that he won't be harmed, Zihan just wants to use a best-of-both-worlds method to save both children. He has never thought of sacrificing Mo'er!"
A complex light flashed across the king's eyes, and the scene from that year came to mind, making him feel mixed emotions.
"They must have been very young at that time, right? It's understandable that a child can't understand such complicated and dangerous things." Ming Xi said, "But brother Xia Mo should be an adult now. Thinking about what happened back then,
, you should be able to understand, right?”
"Yes, I believe Mo'er will understand us. He is our flesh and blood, how could we not love him? In fact, Ah Feng is also a poor child. He was originally a person who had nothing to do with us. In the orphan
That year, after Mo'er was kidnapped, the kidnappers wanted to threaten us with some tokens, so they kidnapped Ah Feng from the orphanage and used him as Mo'er's substitute. They also cut off his fingers and killed him.
He almost died.
Because of this, Zihan and Liangli adopted him after losing Mo'er, because they felt guilty for him. After all, it was because of Mo'er that he was hurt so much. Therefore, our family tried every means to make up for Ah Feng and treated him like a child.
A biological child is just as good. But no matter what, we can't give up on Mo'er because of him. How could that silly kid think that way back then?"
Xia Shihao was recalling the past while quietly observing the king's expression. In fact, in his heart, he had already determined that the king was Xia Mo. Although there was no real evidence, his inner feeling made him convinced.
Xia Shihao told the king this just because he hoped that he could understand Xia Zihan's difficulties back then, that he would no longer be upset about that incident, and that he could let go of his past grudges and recognize them.
The king lowered his eyes, his expression remained indifferent, but his heart was turbulent and turbulent. Only now did he know that Xia Feng was the child who was kidnapped in his place. Only now did he know that there were so many things in between.
misunderstanding.
The three people who were immersed in sentimentality did not notice that there was a person standing outside the study, that was... Xia Feng.
When he came back from the company, he wanted to get a piece of information. He passed by his grandfather's study and found someone talking inside, so he slowed down his steps. When he heard the name Xia Mo, his nerves immediately tensed up, and he couldn't help but stand outside the door and eavesdrop.
…
Hearing these words, Xia Feng felt a raging flame running up and down in his body, igniting sparks of anger wherever he passed.
After so many years, I never thought that my parents only adopted me because they took pity on me and regarded me as Xia Mo's substitute. They only adopted me out of guilt and wanted to make up for the harm I suffered because of Xia Mo.
, they were so kind to me, but they never regarded me as their biological son.
Everything is just wishful thinking on my part.
Yes, how could they give up their biological son because of me, an irrelevant child? For so many years, they have never given up looking for Xia Mo. One day, when they recognize Xia Mo, everything I have will be destroyed.
Take it back, I am always just an irrelevant person...
Xia Feng kept thinking and thinking, and the more he thought about it, the more paranoid he became. He felt that he was nothing. A deep sadness and anger occupied all his mind, and he could no longer look at anything rationally.
"Wang Zun, you are an outsider. Please help me analyze why Mo'er didn't come back to us?" Xia Shihao's voice interrupted everyone's thoughts.
The king raised his eyes, smiled slightly, and said calmly: "I don't know much about the whole process. It's difficult to analyze it clearly. Besides, this is your family matter, so it's not convenient for me to express any opinions."
"I hope I can still see him and hear him call me grandpa during my lifetime." Xia Shihao was in a very low mood.
"Grandpa." The king suddenly shouted softly.
Xia Shihao was shocked and looked up at him in astonishment. He... finally agreed to recognize me?
"I want to take a rest." The king stood up and said politely, "See you in the evening."
Xia Shihao was stunned there, feeling lost for a while. This kid really knows how to play the confusion formation. After saying so much, Xia Shihao is still confused. He is half right and half wrong, which means he has no answer.
When the king opened the door, he saw Xia Feng sitting on the sofa in the living room drinking coffee. Although everything was normal and nothing was unusual, the coffee in the coffee cup in his hand was rippling slightly, which was caused by the sudden shaking when it was lifted.
The king knew the effect. He had heard everything just now.
There is only a thin line between good and evil. The key lies in your nature.
Xia Feng, I hope that when you hear this, you will sigh more at the kindness and kindness of the Xia family, rather than narrow hatred. If your direction is evil, then you will be the thorn I least want to remove!