"But, I don't have money, so I can't pretend not to come." Zhang Bairen said with shame.
Zhang Heng suddenly raised his head, took a deep breath, his eyelids twitched several times, and then he lowered his head and said sonorously: "I have the money, but I hope you can give it to Zuzu and my mother in front of relatives and friends in the Zhang family's ancestral house.
Kneel down and admit your mistake!"
"Kneel down!" Zhang Bairen murmured. This kneeling is too common for an actor, but it has a special meaning for the old Zhang family. Kneeling to elders is not a problem, but kneeling to a daughter-in-law only takes one time. What kind of reputation will it spread?
They are all gone. From now on, men are passers-by and women are the only ones in the circle!
Zhang Bairen actually had no reputation at all, but now that Zhang Heng asked him to return home in fine clothes, he could have earned his reputation back, but this kneeling actually ruined it all.
"Also, I hope you can kneel down once for my sister, your daughter Zhang Yi. This is what you owe her. You don't have to do it in front of other people, just behind closed doors!" Zhang Heng said seriously, he didn't know how.
Even if he prevents his sister from recognizing his father, he will not wrong his sister, even if this person is his father.
Zhang Bairen struggled for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "Kneel down, I'll kneel down!"
"Very good. There are some things that only the two of us can know. I hope you can take good care of your mother in the future. Then, I will still recognize you as my father. Unless I die, no one in this world can touch you. And after I die,
Before, no one could hurt my mother, not even you
No, your son, I, have killed people more than once with these hands!" Zhang Heng said it directly without any scruples. He couldn't tell whether it was a demonstration or if he wanted his father to feel regretful. The son's fault of not teaching his father should not be tolerated in this world.
A father should teach his son how to kill.
"Killing, have you ever killed anyone?" Zhang Bairen was horrified. No matter how chaotic the streets were and how someone was being hunted, actual killings were rare. His son was not yet eighteen years old. These ten
How did he spend the year? Why did it become like this? He regretted it. He didn't blame his son, but himself.
"Killing someone is like killing a chicken. It's the first time. It will be easy the next time!" Zhang Heng said lightly.
"Okay. This is Park Chuncheng. I will be responsible for helping you adapt to your new life. I will be here to pick you up at this time tomorrow!" After that, he turned and walked out the door.
But when he walked to the door, he suddenly turned around and said: "Two months ago, I lived next to a pigsty. I only had a kerosene lamp to do my homework. I didn't have a single friend, and I had such low self-esteem that I didn't even have the courage to talk to my sweetheart...
My mother went to the city to work alone eight years ago, helping people raise chickens and butchering them, and finally opened a small butcher shop.
A woman makes a living by selling pork. She gets up at three or four in the morning every day. She doesn't even want to take a break during the New Year. Her parents are too embarrassed to come back... Sister, sister, your daughter is twelve years old and she hasn't read it yet.
Book, two years ago you went to the city to help your mother work before you were ten years old. Your mother has paid off all the debts you owe. You know what you want your mother to do
Isn’t it easy for one person to earn 300,000 yuan by working alone? After you ran away, your relatives borrowed 100,000 yuan to help you pay off the debt. My uncle, your eldest brother hasn’t built the building yet, Dazhu, your nephew
, thirty years old. Because of the house matter, I haven’t found a wife yet... Zuzu, who is over ninety years old, is still helping her grandson take care of your children...
Grandpa and grandma cannot continue to love us brothers and sisters because our uncle's family helps our family too much. Relatives gossip behind their backs, villagers have been gossiping for ten years. Children who grew up listening to your negative teaching materials...
...For you, it may just be an IOU when gambling started, but it has affected the trajectory of the Zhang family's life for ten years..."
After a pause, Zhang Heng took a deep breath and suddenly said coldly: "If, if Zuzu hadn't always talked about you, Mom would still love you, wait for you, protect you... maybe I would, would...
Forget it, just go home. You have missed the responsibility of being a father. I hope you will become a good son, a good husband, a good grandpa, and a good grandpa in the future!"
At the moment when the elevator door closed, Zhuoma didn't know if it was an illusion, but he saw tears in the corners of the Barbarian King's eyes. At that moment, when the Barbarian King turned around, he clearly felt a strong murderous intention. The Barbarian King actually attacked his father.
He had the intention to kill, and the Man King was just a title, and it did not mean that he was an emperor, but Zhuoma felt that he belonged to the emperor from the Man King.
With that kind of cruel intention, there is no one in heaven and on earth who cannot be killed! But fortunately, at the critical moment, the Barbarian King withdrew his murderous intention and was restrained by the hidden family affection. Otherwise, it would not be a blessing for the Barbarian clan. Taking over the Central Plains, in today's world
In terms of the current situation, this is almost impossible. What the barbarians need is stability and they can strive for status in a stable environment!
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"Mom!" Zhang Heng threw himself into his mother's arms as soon as he returned home. Only at this time did he look like a child. Perhaps his memory still stayed at the moment when his mother went out to work.
"Dear, my dear son, why are you having breast disease again? He's so old and still looks like a baby." The mother patted her son's back and said so, but she also lost her sense of it.
She loves her son, and the years of lost maternal love can only be made up for with the time she has now. In fact, what she enjoys most is her son acting like a spoiled child.
"Mom, I received the exact news from dad!" Zhang Heng raised his head and said seriously.
The mother paused and asked hurriedly: "Son, tell mom quickly, how is your dad doing now?"
My younger sister went out to play with the two girls at this time, and Sister Chen went to buy groceries. There were only two mother and son at home.
Zhang Heng said: "Mom, don't worry, dad will be able to go home tomorrow. I have asked the barbarians to send my father back. The news came back that my father had just made a lot of money and was planning to go home.
But we won’t know the specific situation until people arrive!”
"That's good, it'll be good if you can go home. Our family has already repaid the money. As long as your dad can come back safely, it'll be good!" said the mother happily.
"Well, Mom, I want to hold you for a while longer!"
"Okay, mom is holding you, dear son. Are you afraid that mom won't love you anymore when your dad comes back? How could it be? To mom, you are the most important thing, baby son. Wait until your dad comes back to see you.
If I don’t talk to him properly, if he dares to say a harsh word to you in the future, my mother will get angry with him..."
"Mom, I want to hear you sing!"
"Sing, okay, Mom will sing it to you. Mom is the only one good in the world. A mother's child is like a treasure..."
"Mom, I still listen to you tell stories!"
"Okay, okay, Mom, I'll follow you..."
"Mom, you are so kind. When one day you get old and can no longer walk, I will hold you like this, sing to you, tell you stories, and bask in the sun with you..."
Until the sunset, Zhang Heng stayed in his mother's arms, looking for the strange maternal love that was once missing, and healing the trauma in his soul. When he turns around, he will be the Sun King again, the emperor who will control countless lives and deaths.
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ps: Thanks to the book friend (immortal Yi Zhi) for the reward! I don’t have enough time, so I will publish this chapter of 2,000 words first, so I can keep this month’s Quan Qin first.