Chapter 2386: Father of two boys (2/2)
”What about those spotless toys and mirror frames in the next room?”
Li Yao stared deeply into Xu Zhicheng’s eyes, as if trying to see through the eyes of this forcibly calm man, ”The room outside is so dirty and there is dust everywhere-you are a person who is busy with educational affairs all day, of course there are not too many. It takes time and energy to clean, but why is it so clean? It seems to be wiped many times a day.
”If I'm not mistaken, it's the bedroom of your two sons. Those things are your son's relics, right?
”Tell me, why do you want to do this, wipe these ‘meaningless’, ‘useless’ things?”
Xu Zhicheng's pupils shrank suddenly.
For a second, a certain kind of sadness and anger that could not be described with pen and ink spewed out from the tip of a needle in the deepest part of his pupil like a flood.
But in the next second, the flood was frozen abruptly by his amazing willpower.
”You, how dare you peep into my room!”
He clenched his fists tightly and asked with a hoarse voice.
”Yes, I did peep into your room very rudely.”
Li Yao carefully observed every expression of Xu Zhicheng's expression, ”So, you are very annoyed, very angry, and want to give me a vicious beating, right?”
”……Do not.”
The wrinkles on Xu Zhicheng's face twitched, and he reluctantly shook his head and said, ”I, I have forgotten the taste of anger. If I want to fight, I will only fight for the real road, and I will never vent my anger for such trivial things. ”
”This is not a trivial matter. If I meet a despicable villain who spy on the bedroom of my closest person without my permission, I will beat him severely!”
Li Yao said, ”Look at my eyes and answer my question, why do you wipe your son's relics three or five times a day? If you really completely abandon your emotions and desires, then these things are simply scrap iron and rotten paper and should be thrown into the garbage. Didn’t you go?
”Or, even if you practice ”Wang You Jue” to the extreme, even if you can abandon almost all your emotions, you still can't give up your love for your son?
”Or, even if you recite ”Forget Worry Decision” over and over again, you can't stop you from thinking about your son. You can only wipe these things endlessly, recalling the best and happiest times in the past-no matter how life is. Dark and painful, but the family still had a very happy time together, right?
”Tell me, is ”Wang You Jue” really effective? Does it really make you forget all the pain? I don't think it is necessarily. I think you have always pretended to deceive yourself and paralyze yourself!
”Love and pain are originally two sides of the same coin. As deep as love, there is as deep as pain. Since you can't obliterate your love for your son, then you can't eliminate the pain of bereavement at all, even a little bit. Can’t get rid of it, it’s useless to recite ”Wang You Jue” more than once!”
Xu Zhicheng's breathing became obvious.
Originally, Gu Jing Wubo's eyes were shattered by the rocks one after another, and chaotic ripples appeared-the ripples were like ten thousand sharp blades, which would tear Li Yao into pieces.
All his blood vessels and muscles swelled uncontrollably, and his original yellowish-brown skin gradually burst into small blood spots, and even his joints all made a ”click” sound, as if two strange forces were violently clashing in the body.
”do not talk.”
The steel mask on his face was cracked piece by piece, squeezing out an extremely hideous face, and roaring like a lone wolf in the wasteland, ”I told you to stop talking!”
”Okay, I won't say, I'll help you.”
Li Yao made a move to the back room, ”The legacy of your son is your last obsession. Let me burn your obsession with a fire, so you will have no more worry and obstacles, and you can truly cultivate to the ”Wangyou Jue” ”The highest level!”
”you dare!”
Before his brain could react, Xu Zhicheng rushed forward like a fierce beast, grabbing Li Yao's collar with his left hand, and raising his right fist like a hammer. His expression was indescribable and ugly, as if there was a strand of anger Flames gush out from the seven orifices and pores, even if the opposite is not Li Yao, but the incarnation of the gods and Buddhas, he will be smashed by his fist!
However, at the moment his fist was raised high, he reacted, and the face that had just become extremely hideous, together with the fragmented mask, collapsed.
Worry-free teaching great protector, the model worker of the Black Iron Group, the father of the two boys, Xu Zhicheng, fell down two steps, his eyes were red, blood and turbid tears flowed down, look at Li Yao, and look at Long Yangjun. , Looked at his son's room blankly again, and howled vaguely.