Ji Xiuwen fell down on the stool, "You said Qingyao was sold by your mother. When did this happen and where was it sold?"
"Haha, Dad, are you really Qingyao's biological father? Your daughter has been missing for so many days and you didn't even notice. Haha, what kind of family are we?"
"You don't want to see her so much, why did you give birth to her with another woman in the first place? You don't want to see her so much, why did you bring her back in the first place? Do you know what kind of life Qingyao has been living in our house these years? Do you think she is willing to go hunting in the mountains? You don’t know anything, Ji Xiuwen, you are not your father in vain, I look down on you."
At this time, Ji Yunyuan seemed to be going crazy, and he could no longer look like a humble gentleman.
Ji Yunyuan has never felt that this family is so suffocating and unbearable for a moment. Unexpectedly, the father he has admired for more than ten years is actually a different person. The person he has thought about for many years is actually his biological sister. …
And Ji Xiuwen was also confused by the eldest son's repeated questions, and he didn't know why he was still born.
He also wanted to know, but this was destined to be an unanswerable answer.
A graceful lady, a gentleman loves to be jealous. He originally thought that this would be the beginning of his rise to prominence, but he did not expect that it is the most difficult thing in the world to accept the kindness of a beauty. He enjoyed the beauty, but it also cut off his path to the imperial examination, leaving him to huddle in Dahe Village for the rest of his life. This hellish place is so depressing.
To that woman, Ji Qingyao was a shameless illegitimate daughter. To him, it was a curse in his life, a hindrance that tied him up throughout his life. Taking Ji Qingyao back was a last resort.
He remembered the first time he saw that soft and waxy little dumpling. It was so cute and pink, and the tiny dumpling opened its eyes and grinned at him.
He would never forget the way that little person cried sweetly as he ran towards him as a toddler.
The scene changed to when Ji Qingyao was eight years old. The little girl was carrying a bow and arrow that did not match her size. She handed two pheasants to him, saying that she had hunted them with her own hands and gave them to her father to replenish his health. .
Later, he rarely saw this daughter again. Except for the occasional meeting during holidays, she always stayed alone in a deserted corner, reducing his sense of existence.
Even if he didn't want to see her anymore, she was still his flesh and blood. He didn't expect Mrs. Song to be so bold and sold the person behind his back. A sweet taste surged in his throat, and he suppressed the anger in his heart.
Ji Yunyuan left the study and returned to his room to pack his things. He left no words or said goodbye to Ji Xiuwen. He carried the baggage on his back and left the Ji family without looking back. He left this person. The home I have lived in for more than ten years.
"Senior brother, senior brother..." The child's voice brought back Ji Yunyuan's wandering thoughts. He raised his eyes and saw clearly that the person who came was a student of his father Ji Xiuwen's private school. He looked back at his home not far away. He thought that Ji Xiuwen would He probably doesn't have the heart to teach students anymore, but that's fine. As a son of a man, he should regard it as filial piety.
"Father is not feeling well. I'll go with you to the private school to talk to everyone." The child named Senior Brother Ji Yunyuan is his clan brother, named Ji Yunjiang. Hearing what he said, he didn't ask any questions and followed Ji Yunyuan towards the private school.
Ji Xiuwen didn't know how long he sat in the room. It was so long that he thought he was the only one in the house.
"Mom, today's wontons are so delicious. How about you take me to town in a few days?" This was the voice of the youngest son Ji Yunshan.
"Mom, I also want the beaded flower you bought for my eldest sister. Why don't you buy me one when you go to town tomorrow? I want the purple one."
"mother……"
"Okay, okay, okay... I'm really scared of you three siblings. You are a bunch of debt collectors. When did I cut off your food and clothing? Why are you all trying to figure out the money in my hands like this?"
The voices of Mrs. Song, her twin daughters and her youngest son came one after another in the yard and entered the study, except for Ji Qingyao's voice.
With a creak, the study door opened, and Ji Xiuwen walked out expressionlessly with one hand behind his back.
"Master, why did you come back so early today, but something happened in the private school?"
"father"
"father"
"father"
After several people were stunned for a moment, they started talking again at the same time.
"You guys went to town today." Mrs. Song looked at Ji Xiuwen and saw that his face was calm and unruffled, so she couldn't guess the purpose of his question.
"The children haven't been to the town for a long time. It just so happened that I was going to buy food today, so I took a few of them with me." Mrs. Song looked generous and gentle in front of everyone. In Ji Xiuwen In front of her, she played the role of a good wife and mother perfectly.
"Oh, yes, it seems that you have gained a lot today. What about Qingyao, why haven't you seen her for several days?" Ji Xiuwen's voice was calm, without any emotion.
