C2 (1/2)

Ever since the Peony Blossom Meet, Wen Zheng acted like a different person when he returned home. He spent the whole day drinking and feeling depressed, and Master Wen saw that, so he kept it in his heart. If he was still the same as before, Master Wen would only shake his head, but now, he was worried, although he always wanted his son to change, how could he have known that his son would change so much. The servants in the Wen Mansion were also worried. Usually, people were all laughing and laughing, but they had never seen one before, right? But now, if someone said ten sentences to him, he could reply with a single sentence, and the servants were also worried for him.

In the middle of the month, the round moon emitted a faint light. It lacked any warmth, just like a righteous mood. ”Drinking is not enough for everyone to get drunk … drinking is more suitable to ease their worries.” This brat began to recite a poem worriedly. Master Wen's heart hurt when he heard that. He just didn't like Wen Zheng's personality in the past. Now that Wen Zheng had made a 180 degree turn, he realized that the Wen family had gotten used to Wen Zheng's PZ temper. But this kid is full of literary talent, how come I didn't notice him before? ” Master Wen muttered to himself.

Wen Zheng didn't know that his father was looking at him and continued to sing. ”How much trouble can you have? It's like a group of eunuchs going up to a brothel …”

”Putong …” A loud sound disturbed Second Young Master Wen's mood as he recited a poem. He turned his head and saw his father climbing up from the ground with his face covered in dirt. ”Old Master Wen, why did you come here to beat the hell out of here?” Wen Zheng asked in confusion. Wen Zheng had never called her father before. Mother, he was always called Old Master Wen, Old Lady Wen. At first, he wasn't too happy about it, but gradually he got used to it.

”No … I'm fine. I accidentally slipped and fell.” Master Wen quickly replied. He did not want to say that he had heard Wen Zheng's ”philosophical” poem and fell down. Otherwise, he would be even more depressed.

”Oh, at your age, you came all the way to the back garden to skate, who do you think you're going to hit if you don't? ”What a …” Wen Zheng was still making sarcastic remarks.

Wencun didn't care about it. If Wen Zheng didn't say so, he would care about it. Wen Tong changed the topic. ”Second Brother, how have you been recently? Why is it so abnormal? ”Tell Daddy, will you?”

”What can I do for you? It's just that I suddenly feel that something is amiss. I didn't expect that I would have such a bad impression in people's hearts. Tell me, did you make a mistake when you gave birth to me? It makes me unpopular. ” Wen Zheng asked.

”Hey, son, I've worked hard in the business world my whole life and have let you go. If I had cared more about you when you were young, how could you have ended up like this? Wuu wuu, I'm sorry! ” As he spoke, tears began to roll down his cheeks.

When Wen Zheng saw this, he sighed and comforted her. ”Aiya, you're not young anymore. Why are you crying? Don't cry … Be good.”

”Master Wen, I have something to tell you. Don't cry yet.” Wen Zheng said.

Wentong stopped bawling and asked doubtfully, ”What is it that makes you so mysterious?”

”Tell me, did I give you a lot of dust over all these years?”

”You want to hear the truth?”

”It's true!”

”Yes!” However, I know what's on your mind. If you really were a dissolute disciple, you wouldn't be carrying us on your back and going through all those hardships to cultivate your true qi and martial arts. ”

”You … you know all about it?” Wen Zheng was shocked. All these years, he had been secretly cultivating and thought that other than the Heavenly Dao that he had never seen before, no one else knew that he had martial arts. Unexpectedly, Master Wen just never mentioned it.