intangible heritage

In the spring of 1019, Song Rong was officially buried.

The people of the Song family were afraid that Qin Sheng would be like a snake and a scorpion, but no matter how hard they tried to stop him, they couldn't stop this lunatic.

What exactly happened, Qin Rong didn't know, only that Qin Sheng came back with injuries all over his body.

He is in a high position, and he has already grown a fine body. Not to mention the injury to the muscles and bones, Qin Sheng has never suffered from even a slight flesh injury in these years.

On that day, the atmosphere in the Qin residence fell to freezing point, everyone was in danger, the spring breeze seemed to respond, wrapped in the chill, from the windows, from the door, whizzed through the hall, and the curtains flew over wherever it passed.

"Father." Qin Xun was the only one who didn't have eyesight. He and Qin Sheng didn't have a good relationship. They were said to be father and son, and they were more like strangers living under the same roof.

Even so, in Qin Xun's heart, he still had an unspeakable affection for Qin Sheng. He saw Qin Sheng's injury and was worried, so he asked, "Why are you injured?"

Qin Sheng didn't even give a single glance to his son whom he had never given a trace of affection to. He looked around but didn't see Qin Rong. He greeted the housekeeper beside him, "Where is A Rong?"

The butler said respectfully, "Mr. Rong is in the backyard."

"Let him come to see me." After finishing speaking, Qin Sheng strode towards the stairs, during which time he regarded Qin Xun as nothing.

Qin Xun pursed his lips tightly and stood in the living room with his back bone straight, but on the contrary, he felt as if it would be broken.

After Qin Sheng disappeared from sight, Uncle Chen sighed and walked up to Qin Xun, "Young Master, I guess the Master is in a bad mood, so don't be too sad."

Uncle Chen was half a head taller than him, and he had to raise his head slightly to see Uncle Chen's expression clearly. Therefore, the moment he raised his head, he happened to see Uncle Chen's flash of pity in his eyes. Childish and unwilling to say: "Uncle Chen, is he really my father?"

This question has been buried in Qin Xun's heart for ten years. As long as he can remember, Qin Sheng seems to be a background board in his life trajectory. His father never hugs him, never gets close to him, and always picks him up after school. It's the driver, and the seat at the parent-teacher conference is always vacant.

When he was young, Qin Xun thought that everyone's father was like this, but later he realized that only his father would be like this.

During these years in the Qin family, Qin Xun was like a wild pet, allowing him to grow wildly.

No one taught him, and no one loved him.

When he was sad, he could only hold his mother's photo until dawn.

Uncle Chen couldn't answer him, and there was a layer of sadness on his old face. He knew exactly what Qin Xun wanted to ask, so he couldn't answer him even more.

In this big house, the hostess appeared briefly, but it disappeared like fireworks, leaving only the cold tombstone in the end.

Qin Xun lowered his head, his eyes gradually became moist.

When Qin Rong returned to the living room, he saw this scene. He frowned suspiciously, holding a milk dog in his arms, and the little guy kept licking his arm with his tongue.

"Little Master."

He called out. Qin Xun, who should have been wagging his tail normally, was exceptionally silent today. He looked at Uncle Chen in puzzlement.

Uncle Chen pulled Qin Rong aside, "Young master is in a bad mood, he usually listens to you, please comfort him a little more."

Qin Rong pressed the little guy in his arms, nodded, and let Uncle Chen go to other things first.

But Qin Rong didn't know how to comfort others, Qin Sheng was still waiting for him upstairs, he didn't dare to delay too long, it happened that he had no place to put the little guy in his arms, so he just stuffed it into Qin Xun's arms.

The little milk dog opened its wet eyes, and licked its tongue flatteringly.

Qin Xun's tears welled up in his eyes suddenly poured out. He wiped them off with the back of his hand in embarrassment, and said with a hint of crying in his voice, "I don't want it."

Speaking of returning the dog to Qin Rong, Qin Rong bent slightly, "Didn't the young master always want to have a dog before?"

Qin Xun lowered his head, sniffed, and said in a low voice, "I don't want it now."

"Then the young master will take care of him for me for a while, and I will pick him up later, is that okay?"

Qin Rong said, but without waiting for Qin Xun's answer, he rubbed Qin Xun's head, gave the dog to Qin Xun like this, and hurried upstairs in a blink of an eye, knowing that Qin Xun would definitely not ignore it.

As soon as the door was opened, Qin Sheng was standing by the window.

He stood behind Qin Sheng, calmed down all his emotions, lowered his head and waited for orders, and suddenly smelled a faint smell of blood in his nose, Qin Rong was extremely sensitive to this smell, and his whole body straightened involuntarily.

But Qin Sheng didn't seem to notice that he came in, he put his hands on the edge and looked out the window.

Just when Qin Rong was considering whether to speak, Qin Sheng became active. He sat back in his old seat and waved to Qin Rong.

As soon as Qin Rong sat down, he was embraced by Qin Sheng, his eyes widened and he didn't dare to move.

And Qin Sheng didn't speak, he just hugged a life-saving straw, wishing he could strangle Qin Rong into his body.

This movement was maintained for a long time, so long that Qin Rong was almost out of breath, Qin Sheng finally let go of him, his eyes were deep, and he stared at Qin Rong for a long time.

Qin Rong thought that Qin Sheng would say something, but in the end Qin Sheng didn't say anything, got up and left.

After all, Qin Sheng didn't say a word from the moment he entered the door until he left, which made Qin Rong feel strange emotions for no reason, especially the way Qin Sheng just looked at him.

This feeling made Qin Rong shudder, as if Qin Sheng no longer looked at another person through him, but completely regarded him as that person.

The cold March wind blew across Qin Rong's body, wiping away the bloody smell Qin Sheng brought.

He shook his head, and put the absurd feeling behind him. When he went downstairs, Qin Xun was no longer in the living room. He searched around, and finally saw Qin Xun on the lawn in the back garden.

The milk dog was crawling forward on the lawn, wanting to crawl back into the warm embrace, but as soon as it touched Qin Xun, Qin Xun pushed the milk dog away, and the milk dog made a pitiful whining sound.

Qin Xun said dejectedly, "No one wants me, and no one wants you if you follow me."

But the milk dog couldn't understand what Qin Xun meant, and still stubbornly crawled towards him.

Qin Rong was behind, and he heard the words clearly, and his heart was densely sour.

On the second day after entering Qin's house, Qin Rong could tell that Qin Sheng didn't like or even cared about this child.

But for Qin Rong who lives under the fence, Qin Xun is the little master of this big house no matter how much he doesn't like Qin Sheng, he can't empathize with him, and he has no interest in understanding.

But after that can of candy, Qin Rong tried to focus more on Qin Xun, and it was also after this action that he realized that Qin Xun was lonely.

He was forced to become an isolated island, but Qin Xun was born on an isolated island.

The Qin residence seems to be very lively, there are people all the time, maintaining the prosperity of this big house, but these people are just obedient puppets, they don't know how to listen or communicate.

Thus, during Qin Xun's lonely years, Qin Rong's appearance was like a strange color, adding a ray of vitality to the black and white world.

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