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Liao Muyang picked up the key points and talked to Mr. Liao about how he met Lin Sheng. After listening to the old man, his face obviously darkened.

Brother Liao saw the old man's face darken so rarely, he couldn't help but think too much, worried that old man Liao would not be able to accept such a family.

After all, he has never brought anyone home before, and Brother Liao still doesn't have a thorough understanding of the old man's true thoughts.

During the few minutes when the old man was silent, Brother Liao had long dreamed up a series of Mary Su series of articles about being with children despite family objections.

It's just that the ancestral tradition of playing cards against common sense is still very thorough.

"It's not right."

"Whoever intentionally injures the body of another person shall be sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment of not more than three years, criminal detention or surveillance."

"Xiao Sheng's father has committed the crime of intentional injury."

Liao Muyang was also born in a serious study of the Eight Classics, so he naturally knew what the old man said at this moment.

The messy thoughts were immediately cleared out, and it was rare to have a serious tone, and talked seriously with the old man.

"Yes, I've seen the injuries on Sheng Zai's body before, and it's already a serious case of domestic violence."

"Plus, I only saw it once, so I'm not sure whether the injury was mild or severe in the past." After all, there are countless times of domestic violence except zero. This is the truth that normal people know.

"But old man, I don't think this will be the worst attack."

Mr. Liao pondered for a while listening to Liao Muyang's words, and then asked: "Only his father did it? Where's the mother?"

Hearing this, Liao Muyang was stunned for a moment, subconsciously leaned back in the chair, and began to seriously think about the memory of Lin Sheng's mother.

He thought about it carefully for a while, but found that there was really no impression of Lin Sheng mentioning his mother in his memory. When he went to Lin Sheng's house, it was always Lin Shuping who opened the door, as if the identity of mother did not exist in Lin Sheng's house.

Liao Muyang frowned, and then said to the old man: "Sheng Zai never mentioned his mother to me, I have been to his house twice and I have never met his mother, I don't know the specific situation, wait for me to find someone Ask Sheng Zi at the right time."

The old man listened to Liao Muyang's words and nodded, but he still added something worried.

"If Xiaosheng doesn't want to talk about it, then don't ask. It's not good to mention something sad."

Brother Liao naturally understood what the old man meant, and he always upheld this principle. If his children were in a bad mood or really didn't want to say it, he would never force him.

"Don't worry, old man, I know it well."

"Ah."

The old man replied yes, then fell silent thoughtfully, and continued to speak seriously after a while.

"Mu Yang, you still have to take this matter seriously. Based on the situation you just mentioned, Xiaosheng's family may not be able to accept your relationship."

Mr. Liao talked about the facts. Although he was open-minded, most of the friends around him did not think that homosexuality was wrong.

But after all, people can't just live in their own comfort zone that shields the outside world. Noisy and ugly comments and contemptuous eyes from the outside world still exist after all.

"Since you have decided to spend time with Xiao Sheng, you have to put your mind to solving these matters."

"Whether it's domestic violence or family opposition, you have to put a lot of thought into it."

"No matter what it is, it should not be underestimated, especially domestic violence."

"You sent me a text message to remind me about Xiao Sheng's personality. I saw it more or less after looking at it. It's rare for this child to grow up in such an environment and be so simple and sensible. Don't be a 3-minute heat Just do it."

If these words were put in normal times, Liao Muyang would definitely have to talk to the old man, but if they were put in now, every word he said would have different weight, and Brother Liao naturally didn't have the intention to make jokes.

"Seriously, the other two things I will try to figure out as soon as possible."

"Well, as long as you have a plan in mind."

"If you have any questions, please feel free to contact me. There have been a lot of changes in the bill in the past two years, and you haven't been confused for a few years."

"Ah."

Liao Muyang understood the meaning of the old man's words, so he answered yes, not much nonsense, obviously he put this matter first.

Domestic violence has always been justified by the public and justified by the mother-in-law. The best way is to use the law to protect it.

But it is also difficult for honest officials to decide on housework, and most people will be forced to choose to settle down under the hypocritical advice of "making big things small and small things small" and "absolutely no next time".

Family love is mostly positive beauty, a shelter from the wind and rain, and the courage to rush forward with a shawl.

But if it is reversed, it is a blood kidnapping without a bottom line, an upgraded version that is thousands of times more disgusting than moral kidnapping.

The other end of the living room is silent and serious, while the kitchen end is obviously much more relaxed.

Grandma Huang has a gentle personality, and there is no estrangement in getting along with Lin Sheng, just like the strange law of next-generation relatives, even if they can't communicate easily, they can still get along happily and peacefully with a few smiles.

Elderly people don't like to use equipment like dishwashers, and naturally they don't have them at home, so washing dishes is still done by hand as usual.

Grandma Huang and Lin Sheng divided the work. One person cleaned the dirty dishes and the other wiped the dishes. The unflattering housework became a leisurely and peaceful after-dinner activity.

Lin Sheng looked at Grandma Huang's kind smile, then thought about the old man's carelessness just now, and thought of his grandparents uncontrollably in a trance.

Lin Sheng's grandparents passed away within two days when Lin Sheng was ten years old.

The two old people are both farmers who have been farming their whole life. They have no great prospects and their families are poor, but they are better than one step at a time.

The old man has only one son, Lin Shuping, and one grandson, Lin Sheng.

He spent the first half of his life trying his best to give his son the best, but he ended up being disgusted.

When Lin Shuping went to work in a big city, they were strictly prohibited from visiting him. He could only return to the village with big bags and drums every year during Chinese New Year, earning him the reputation of a good son.

Neighbors praised Lin Shuping for his promise and filial piety in front of the old man. The old man smiled and said nothing, but there was a bit of bitterness in his eyes that others couldn't see.

Lin Shuping thought they were poor and incompetent, so they couldn't give him better help, and couldn't give him any decent gifts for his mentors and leaders. After closing the door, there were only countless sarcasm and occasional physical beatings and scolding.

The old man knows that family ugliness should not be publicized. No matter how many mistakes his son has made, he is still his own child.

Perhaps because they couldn't see hope in their son, the two old people put all their care and concern on Lin Sheng. Even though the grandson couldn't speak, they didn't have the slightest dislike for him.

The elderly don’t know any new toys in big cities. They only know how to wrap a big red envelope for their grandson during the Chinese New Year, and then buy a big bag of toffee and fruit candy.

The palm with countless deep lines engraved on it after busy farming all his life, gently touched Lin Sheng's face, and said with a smile: My good grandson is one year older, just be safe, safe and sound.

This is one of the only two pure lands in Lin Sheng's childhood.

But after all, old people are no better than young people, so they will go as they say.

Lin Shuping, who was still complaining impatiently at the last moment of the old man's life, threw a big banquet after the old man's death, beat gongs and drums, cried heart-rendingly, and held a grand funeral for the old man in his remote hometown.

The reputation of a good son spread far and wide.

Lin Sheng was still young and couldn't figure out the ways of the world. He only knew that his grandparents were gone, crying so hard that he couldn't breathe.

This crying is a filial piety that satisfies Lin Shuping during the daytime funeral, but it is an annoying noise when the crowd disperses at night.

Lin Sheng was terrified of being beaten, no matter how sad she was, she could only bear it, and hid in the thick blanket, weeping cautiously.

So whenever Lin Sheng saw the kind old man, he could always bring his grandparents into him, and the fear of unfamiliarity could be buffered a lot.

It's rare that he no longer avoids deliberately, and even has a bit of natural intimacy.