The short-lived ghost of the Xie family has lived a long life

Chapter 39 Father
Xi'en Hall.

back room.

Xie Daozhi told the old lady about Yan Xing's inner demons. After hearing this, the old lady burst into tears and remained silent for a long time.

Xie Daozhi covered his heart, which was still aching a little now, and said, "Mother, I want to keep that child."

The old man's eyes lit up.

"It's just that we have to find a way to keep people here."

"No matter what we do," the old lady wiped her tears and said, "We owe so much to others that we will never be able to repay it in several lifetimes!"

"Grandmother, father."

Xie Erli saw that the faces of the two old men were really ugly, and said calmly: "This matter cannot be rushed, we must consider it in the long run."

After days of tension, Xie Daozhi said to his son tiredly, "Please stay with your grandmother, and I'll go back to the room and take a rest."

"I'll send my father off."

"No need."

Xie Daozhi returned to the study top-heavy and sat alone in the Taishi chair, thinking about the rest of Yan Xing's life and his inner demons, feeling sad and helpless.

Drowsiness hit him, and he didn't even have the strength to get up and climb onto the couch, so he fell asleep on the table.

Strangely, his body swayed and floated.

I drifted to a courtyard. All the other houses in the courtyard were dark. Only the west wing was illuminated and voices could be heard.

"It's windy outside, kid, go to bed early."

"Mom, you go to bed first, and I'll practice my calligraphy more."

"My husband always praises you for your handwriting."

"But he didn't praise it."

"Is it so difficult to call him dad after being fucked all day long?"

"mother!"

"Okay, okay, okay, I won't say."

The young woman walked out of the house, stopped in the yard, and let out a long sigh.

Xie Daozhi's eyes almost popped out of his head while he was floating in the air.

It turned out to be the mother.

So, is the person in that room me?
It was eight-year-old Xie Daozhi.

Xiao Daozhi rubbed his sore wrist a few times and continued to pick up the pen.

"boom!"

The window was blown open by the wind, blowing up the paper on the table.

He quickly stood up and closed the window. When he raised his eyes, he saw someone walking through the darkness.

The man approached slowly, his clothes were simple and elegant, and his eyes were deep.

Xiao Daozhi's nervous hands didn't know where to put them.

"Writing?"

"Ok!"

"Bring it to me to see."

He hurriedly walked to the bookcase, trying to pick one that he could use.

"Any one," the man said.

Xiao Daozhi didn't dare to delay, so he randomly took out a card and handed it over. He didn't even dare to raise his head and only used his peripheral vision to look at the man's expression.

The man frowned.

Finished!

The heart of Xiaodao said something bad and had to be scolded again.

"I, I'll go back and rewrite." He lowered his head.

"Well written."

"what?"

"The writing is very good, especially these few strokes, which are quite elegant."

Great joy welled up from his heart, Xiao Daozhi's nose opened, and tears fell.

"Why are you crying?" the man asked.

"You have never praised me before, this is the first time."

The man took out the handkerchief from his pocket and handed it over, "Do you mind that much?"

"I……"

Xiao Daozhi took the handkerchief and his face suddenly turned red, feeling that he was being a little unreasonable.

But, I really care.

He plucked up the courage and said, "I work so hard and study so hard just to let you see it and to let you... praise me."

The man scolded: "Superficial!"

"Where is the superficiality?" Xiao Daozhi felt that he was wronged, "You are better than Mr. and the others. Mr.'s praise doesn't count, yours does."

"My praise doesn't count. There are people who are better than me."

"Who can be better than you, I don't believe it!"

The man shook his head slightly.

"The world is so big. If you stand in a small space, you can only see things in a small space. You have to move forward."

Hearing this, Xie Daozhi, who was floating in the air, couldn't help it anymore and shouted loudly: "Is this why you let me and my mother go?"

As soon as he shouted this voice, a huge force dragged Xie Daozhi downwards.

Before he could make any sound, he suddenly entered Xiao Daozhi's body.

Later, he was surprised to find that his body was growing at an incredible speed, and he instantly grew into his 48-year-old appearance.

The washed-white clothes were also replaced by majestic official robes.

The man's eyes did not change at all, he just sighed: "Look, you are so promising now."

"I……"

Xie Daozhi was speechless.

When he got closer, he saw that the man's face was full of wrinkles, like the bark of an old tree. Only his eyes were shining, not muddy at all, with innate arrogance and character.

"I actually didn't know that I would have inner demons. People can always see others clearly but not themselves."

The man sighed softly, "Still too greedy!"

"No, it's my mother and I who are sorry for you."

"Those are not important anymore."

important.

Xie Daozhi said in his heart: It is very important to me.

"You are a good man."

"I am a man who has ruined his family."

"no!"

Xie Daozhi felt sad.

"You are a clean person. This dirty world cannot tolerate purity. This is not your fault, it is the fault of this world and the fault of us people."

The man's eyes were fixed on his face for a long time.

Xie Daozhi boldly met his eyes for the first time, his eyes moist.

"If the water is clear, there will be no fish. Don't hate yourself. Your existence allows us people to see how dirty, dark and ugly our consciences are."

After listening, the man was neither happy nor sad, and his expression was indifferent, as if he was listening to something that had nothing to do with him.

"I'm not trying to please you, everything I said is true."

"I know."

The man turned around with his hands behind his back, not knowing where he was looking.

"The world is a big dream, and life has its cool moments in autumn. A good person is the cruelest title in the world."

Xie Daozhi suddenly blushed and felt ashamed.

What he just said, just like the official uniform he wore, was condescending and unprecedentedly frivolous.

Just when he didn't know what to do, the man suddenly turned around.

Face to face, eye to eye.

The night is extremely dark;
Candlelight, dancing in the wind.

"In this world, it's better to be a secular person."

He spoke very slowly, with a hint of sadness, "It's just that ordinary people also have ordinary people's difficulties."

The man slowly stretched out his hand, placed it on his head, and rubbed it gently.

"My child, take care of yourself!"

The sound of a child made Xie Daozhi's guilt-ridden heart suddenly burst into pieces, and tears suddenly burst from his eyes, gushing out.

"Father--"

Xie Daozhi shouted and suddenly woke up from his dream.

With tears in his eyes, he saw Lao San's face approaching.

"Father, what's wrong with you...why don't you speak?"

Xie Daozhi closed his eyes, and the warmth from the place on the top of his head that had been touched by the man was burning along his four meridians and eight meridians to his heart.

This is the temperature he has been looking forward to for 40 years;
This is the family relationship he has waited for 40 years.

Finally got it.

Will never get it again.

Two lines of tears rolled down his face as he thanked him.

"San'er, my father will never have a father again in this life!"

(End of this chapter)