Yang Hao saw Yang Zuan looking at him pleadingly, begging him to let bygones be bygones. He asked,""Magistrate Yang, do you think I should let bygones be bygones?”
Why did he throw the question back to me? Yang Zuan smiled bitterly, but how could he not understand what Yang Hao meant? If it were him, if he met someone who came to force him to take the land, it would be considered lucky if he didn't beat the crap out of him. How could he let bygones be bygones?
"I don't have any requests."
Yang Hao saw that Yang Zuan was speechless from being refuted, so he continued,""But you don't have to think that I'll let bygones be bygones. The one who will let bygones be bygones is my father, not me. If you want an answer from me, then I can only tell you that perhaps the heavens will forgive him for this matter, but I won't.”
Yang Zuan was speechless.
Seeing Yang Zuan's sad face and speechless expression, Yang Hao ignored him and turned to his father, saying softly,""Father, that old man is still waiting for us in the house. I'm afraid the food will be cold by now. Let's go back.”
"Alright." Yang Jingming nodded. When he followed Yang Hao into the house, he suddenly stopped in his tracks and turned to look at the grim-faced Yang Zuan. After a moment of silence, he said,"
"County Magistrate Yang, please tell your son Yang Shouyu what I said when you go back. Tell him that I will never go to your residence to teach again. I must do the three reflections of the" Book of Shuo Yuan·Jian Chapter "that I taught him a few days ago.”
Yang Zuan had read quite a few books, so he instantly understood the meaning of his words. His nose immediately turned sour. At the same time, a sentence from Liu Xiang's "Shuo Yuan·Jian Bian" in the Han Dynasty appeared in his mind:
Young and studious, like the sunrise; When you're strong, you're studious, like the light in the sun. Old and studious, like a candle.
This was the last thing Yang Jingming did not forget to teach the innocent young man, Yang Shouyu, even after severing ties with his family. He still remembered to ask his father, Yang Zuan, to pass on the words of his former teacher, telling him to be sensitive and eager to learn.
Wrong.
He was really wrong!
He shouldn't have listened to his nephew from the beginning. He had caused his son to suffer and caused him to lose a teacher who was sincerely good to him!
At this moment, Yang Zuan's heart was filled with regret, but as he watched Yang Jingming's back as he turned around and followed Yang Hao into the house, thousands of words surged in his heart, but he wanted to say them, but he didn't.
In the end, Yang Zuan hunched his back toward Yang Jingming's back and bowed respectfully on behalf of his own child with red eyes.
"I will remember this."
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Inside the Yang family's main hall.
The old man sat in the distance with his eyes closed, as if he had never been anywhere. When he heard the footsteps, he opened his eyes and looked over.
Yang Hao and his father, Yang Jingming, lost their smiles and walked in silently.
The old man pretended not to know what had happened and deliberately asked,""What happened?"
Yang Hao shook his head and looked at his father.
Yang Jingming smiled bitterly. He didn't know where to start, but he could see that the old man's purpose today was to find his son. He forced a smile on his face and put the dishes into the food box."Yang Hao, you can chat with this old man first. Father will heat up the food.”
Yang Hao nodded silently.
After Yang Jingming left with the food box, the old man looked at Yang Hao and was about to ask questions, but he saw Yang Hao stand up and quietly follow him out.
What was this father and son doing?
The old man was a little surprised. Filled with curiosity, he stood up and followed Yang Hao out of the house.
Not far away from the house.
Yang Jingming gently put the food box on the ground and took a deep breath. He squatted down with one hand on the wall and the other finger on his throat.
"Cough, cough, cough-"
Coughing sounds could be heard.
Yang Jingming suppressed the coughing sound and tried his best to control the sound to be smaller. Because there was no food in his stomach, he could only retch and could not spit out anything. In the end, he had to give up.
Sitting down with his back against the wall, Yang Jingming's malnourished face looked even more yellow. He raised his head and closed his eyes. His fingers trembled slightly as he twirled his beard and muttered to himself,
" The Sage said," A real man would rather die than eat food given to him in contempt. I shouldn't have drunk that bowl of mutton soup. I shouldn't have lost my backbone in front of my son. I shouldn't have failed to set an example for my son. That's why I've implicated my son today. I, I…I'm a father in vain."”
At the end, Yang Jingming lowered his head and covered his face with his hands. His shoulders trembled slightly.
A lonely middle-aged man was squatting in a corner with his back against the wall under the eaves. He could not hide his self-reproach.
At a corner not far away.
Yang Hao pursed his lips and looked at him from afar.
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