Shuoyun Feidu

Through the beautifully embroidered fan cover, the fingers pinched on the fan handle seemed to tighten slightly, Beitang Rong Du was silent, and then suddenly laughed at himself: "Of course I understand what my father said." The thin lips pursed slightly for a little bit of forbearance, "It's just that, after all, there is a high possibility that it is my child, your grandson, I was pleasantly surprised yesterday because I knew that I might be a father, but now it is gone all of a sudden. , I can’t act as if nothing happened, as if I never knew anything.”

The pair of father and son looked at each other calmly. After a while, the corners of Beitang Zunyue's lips raised a cold arc, "This is gone, and there will be more in the future. As long as you want, of course you will have many children in the future. As much as you want."

Beitang Rongdu's eyes suddenly had a faint smile as peaceful as autumn water, and he looked directly at Beitang Zunyue, staring intently at the man's extremely handsome face: "If this child is gone for other reasons, I don't feel bad about it, but it's you who killed it... My father killed my child, even though it may not be mine, but it's half possible. Just remember that it was you who killed it No, I find it difficult to accept."

"Is this important?" Venerable Beitang stared at the young man's blue eyes, and suddenly said with a chuckle, "You look very similar to me, especially your lips, which are so thin and ruthless... But you still have a little bit of love after all. Kind of like your mother, making you soft-hearted sometimes—”

"...That's enough, don't mention my mother." Beitang Rongdu interrupted the man. He was always calm, but for some reason, suddenly there was a trace of unspeakable restlessness from the depths of his heart. Yue quietly looked into the eyes of his son, and suddenly smiled lowly, with a slightly relieved look on his face, as if he finally got the answer he had wanted for a long time, he walked slowly towards the boy, and then stretched out his hand to hold the boy. The other party's chin smiled and said: "Du'er, it seems that my guess is right. You have always blamed me for your mother's death, eh? Although you have never shown it."

Beitang Rongdu didn't expect the man to say this, he was a little stunned for a while, and then suddenly laughed out loud: "Maybe, father, I admit this, although I don't know it very well myself." Beitang Zunyue said His eyes turned cold little by little, but his smile still remained uncontracted, he only focused on Beitang Rongdu, and said: "For her, you blame me in your heart, and now you give birth to me because of a child who doesn't know who it is." You're angry, aren't you?" He said, a strange anger suddenly surged up in his heart, he didn't know where it came from, and he didn't know why.Beitang Rongdu didn't respond directly, but tightened his fingers holding the fan slightly. Suddenly, he pushed away Beitang Zunyue's hand holding his chin gently but firmly, and looked up at the person in front of him. The man, with a calm expression as usual, said slowly: "Since we are talking about my mother...then Dad, do you know what is the biggest difference between you and her?"

"What is it?" A probing smile appeared on Beitang Zunyue's face, and he stared straight at Beitang Rongdu's blue sky-like eyes. He seemed a little bit unwilling and confused. He hesitated for a moment, but after all, She asked: "My seat has never given you less than her... Could it be because you are by her side every day, and your mother and child spend more time together than this seat?"

Beitang Rongdu sighed slightly, with a bleak tone, shaking his head and said: "No." After a long silence, he suddenly spoke again: "Actually, Dad, you may really love me no less than my mother, but, after all, you still love me. It's not the same." The veil in the room hangs lightly on the ground, like a speechless barrier, the expression on Beitang Rongdu's face seems to be thoughtful, his chest rises and falls steadily with his breathing, and after a while, Laughing, with a clear voice, a red-feathered Suzaku pendant swayed slightly on the ear, and the jewels inlaid on it were gorgeous, like a cold starlight: "My mother loves me like her life, and she doesn't care about me. Whether I am smart or ordinary, even a fool, or disabled, she loves me. In her heart, I am just her beloved son, her darling, good or bad, no matter how great the future will be Still mediocre, I will always be her Du'er, her sweetheart, all her actions of loving me and loving me have no preconditions or conditions."

Beitang Rongdu raised his bright blue eyes, looked at the man's phoenix eyes faintly exuding splendor, smiled silently, and said, "But father, you are different from mother. Qijia, with a firm and cold heart, is the heir you like...Father, if I hadn't shown excellence beyond others since childhood, would you have noticed me and cared about me? In your eyes, sons and daughters It doesn't really matter what, if the child is mediocre, with ordinary aptitude, can't bear the responsibility, and doesn't show the talent that interests you and attracts your attention, then you won't look at them at all, and you won't care about them."

The young man shook his head, his voice was soft and gentle: "Father, my mother loves me without conditions, but you love me with conditions... This is the biggest difference between you two."

There is only the sound of the wind outside the window, and the curtains in the empty room are heavy. Beitang Zun Yue's crystal yellow eyes shone slightly, as if it was the first time he really knew his son, but he just squinted his eyes and looked at the front of him. The young man seemed to want to examine the deepest thoughts in the child's heart, and he didn't say a word for a long time.After a long while, Beitang Zunyue suddenly smiled, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly with a strange taste, then slowly withdrew his smile, and said, "Is there any more?"

Beitang Rongdu looked at the man, and then smiled calmly, his smile was like the clearest autumn water, clear and cool: "Yes... father, my mother loves me, but she never asked me to do anything, she only hopes I just want to be safe and happy, but Dad, you ask me to obey you and obey you in everything. You think that I belong to you completely and must do things according to your wishes. You regard me as your exclusive property, no? Is it? But in my heart, I don't like this. "

Beitang Zun Yue slowly narrowed his eyes, as if he was not surprised by the boy's answer, he smiled, his eyes no longer had the slight sarcasm from before, but only a calm and strong confidence: "Du'er , Are you not afraid that I will be angry when you say these words, or do you think that I will not punish you? You are such a smart child, you really shouldn’t say such things." Beitang Rongdu looked at the man, The smile on the corner of his lips grew stronger.It is also more and more full of self-deprecating feelings: "Dad is right, I didn't think about it... Last night I thought that Yu Linglong should recognize the situation she was in, see the reality clearly, and if she didn't protect herself, Before I had the power to change my situation, I tried my best to obey the current situation to protect myself, but now I am disobeying you, and I have made the same mistake as her."

One hand gently tucked the boy's temple hair, Beitang Zunyue stroked his son's temple, a smile appeared on his lips, but it was vaguely blurred, as if separated so far: "Since you know, why Do you still do this? You should know that there are some words that need to be buried deep in your heart... Isn’t this seat good enough for you? Everything you eat, wear, and use is the best, and this seat has never I have never been so kind and caring to the second person." Beitang Rongdu shook his head self-deprecatingly, and smiled slightly, but there was a faint estrangement in that smile: "Father still remembers the time when he beat me with a whip?" Just once, when you stepped on me on the ground and stomped on my back... As I said, I hold grudges very much, but there is no overnight feud between father and son, and you didn't really want to humiliate me, either. So of course I won't be angry because of this kind of thing, I just swear in my heart that I want no one to treat me like this again."

Unexpectedly, Beitang Zun Yue did not get angry, but smiled instead, staring at the beautiful blue eyes of the young man who was looking at him without flinching, and said slowly: "You have really grown up, you have your own ideas, Huh? You find ways to make money for yourself, such as the Heyin Building; make good friends with various forces, such as Yin Zhibai from Pingjian Villa and the brother and sister of Qingdimen; cultivate your confidantes and influence, such as Zhou Yun Wen, Tianxuantang... Of course, now there is another Moyue Sect, my son, you are very good, ambitious, capable, and smart enough."

Beitang Rongdu raised his head, the gleam in his eyes gradually brightened, a proud and calm light flashed in his pupils, and finally he said slowly: "Ambition...Father, my ambition is probably 'my fate is up to me'" , I don't want others to dominate and control me, not even you... Otherwise, like today, I can't even protect a child who may be my own flesh and blood."——

Between him and him, there was an irreconcilable contradiction from the very beginning. Two people who are equally strong in their bones will inevitably collide with each other one day. Even if they have the closest blood relationship with each other, this cannot be changed...

The corners of Beitang Zunyue's eyes trembled slightly, as if he had thought of something, the light in his eyes gradually gathered, as if he wanted to think about something clearly, but he didn't think of anything, and he didn't say anything... Beitang Rong Du smiled faintly: "Father, I never dare to forget your kindness to me. There are some things that you think are for my own good, but you have never asked me whether I want to..." After he finished speaking, A smile gradually spread from the bottom of his eyes to his lips, but he didn't even notice it. Not only did his thin lips resemble Beitang Zunyue's just as Beitang Zunyue said just now, but even the face of this smile The appearance is also very similar to the other party... The young man smiled, like a spring breeze blowing across the lake, wrinkling countless ripples.

However, Beitang Zunyue didn't see it, nor was he annoyed by the other party's words. He just somehow felt a sense of loneliness occupying the bottom of his heart for a moment. However, it was born slowly, one by one... In a trance, still under the lawless pear tree that bloomed last night, the young man stood tall and tall, and said with a smile, "A hundred flowers are not as good as my father." far."