MTL - Cannon Fodder His Dad-Chapter 25 The playful young master his father (3)

Wu Qun really wanted to be calm and calm. This ancestral hall is the best place. As for the ancestors enshrined there, he is not afraid at all. Anyway, it was still early, and at night there was always a bright light, so he could still write and draw. The most important thing is that there is a thirteen cub beside him.

"My son, you can't fool around, Xuan'er is not sensible, just take it easy." The old lady looked at Wu Qun's disheartened appearance, and knew that she was pushing people into a hurry.

"Son, since I'm introspecting, it's better for Xuan'er to be with me. It's time for this child to accept his temper." The old lady's words changed.

Wu Xuan has never seen such a father. He doesn't beat or scold, but he doesn't care about people. It's as if he doesn't exist. Does this not want him? He frowned and thought, the possibility of not wanting him is not high, and it is very likely that he is extremely disappointed in him, and he does not want to control him.

His long-cherished wish was that his father would leave him alone, so he fought hard, but now the result seems to be coming true. Instead, his heart was empty, and he felt that he was alone. This kind of feeling is very bad, he is very uncomfortable, and his heart is furious.

"Mother, walk slowly and don't give it away." Wu Qun lowered his head and said, kneeling straight and straight, and couldn't help feeling that the original body was worthy of being a man. This kneeling skill was definitely cultivated in the emperor's hall all the year round. Because the knees are already submissive.

The old lady looked at Wu Xuan and sighed: "Xuan'er, reflect on it."

"Grandma?" Wu Xuan saw that the rescuer he had invited was going to go home, but he didn't understand anything about him. What the **** was going on?

Wu Xuan's head is three big, his grandmother looks like this, shouldn't his father really come?

Looking at the distant grandmother, Wu Xuan sat cross-legged on the ground, still not kneeling. He wanted to see what his dad was going to do.

Wu Qun sat on his knees for three whole hours, writing non-stop. Wu Xuan's face turned from disdain at first to completely black now. I don't even want to recall what happened in these three hours.

Round 1: "Dad, I'm hungry." Wu Xuan said stubbornly. Wu Qun ignored it and did not stop writing.

Round 2: Wu Xuan looked at Wu Qun speechlessly and said, "Dad, are you hungry? I think I can eat a whole cow." Wu Qun was still writing and writing.

Time is passing, the third round: Wu Xuan felt a strong sense of unease, he always felt that he had missed something, and he wanted to climb the wall and go out. "Father, I want to go back when the time is up." Wu Xuan got up and looked at the gloomy sky outside and said. Wu Qun didn't even give him a look.

Round 4: Wu Xuan sat cross-legged, his eyes were rolling, looking at Wu Qun's straight back, pursed his lips, and said coquettishly, "Father, your son, I'm going to starve to death."

Wu Qun stopped writing, and in Wu Xuan's hopeful eyes, he picked up the written paper and nodded with satisfaction, completely ignoring his words.

Round 5: The sky was already dark, Wu Xuan was really hungry, and drooling at the offerings: "Father, our ancestors have finished eating, can I eat a small piece of cake?" Wu Qun did not He moved, moved his wrist, and opened the book by his hand.

Wu Xuan was about to collapse. The boy Ping An was serving directly outside the courtyard of the ancestral hall. He could not see his anxiety at all. Inside the ancestral hall, only the candles of the ever-bright lantern were flickering. While flipping through the books, he absolutely ran away.

But now I can't, I tried all kinds of ways, his father ignored him, he was not really a disobedient son, he really couldn't kick over the table and run out to have fun. He still has the idea of ​​"filial piety" in his bones.

Seeing that the sky turned from dark to black, Wu Xuan had no energy to make a fuss, and now he just wanted to eat.

"Master, the old lady sent someone to deliver food." Ping An asked in a low voice, standing outside the ancestral hall.

Wu Qun stopped flipping the book, closed the book, and in Wu Xuan's expectant eyes, he replied, "Qun is a sinner, it's not easy to eat during introspection, so please withdraw."

Wu Xuan opened his mouth wide, and his jaw dropped in surprise. He had never had a father like this before, and he didn't even eat food.

"It's not Dad, you're not hungry, I'm hungry." Wu Xuan hurriedly replied.

Outside, Ping An lowered his head, and the maid next to him was carrying the food box, not knowing whether to leave or put it down.

Wu Qun got up slowly, walked to the door of the ancestral hall, looked at the moonless night, and said lightly, "Go back."

Ping An swallowed his saliva, what does this mean, sir? Don't you feed the young master? No, since the master woke up at noon, he didn't seem to have eaten.

"Master, Master, the old lady said that although it's summer, it's still cold at night. I want you to take care of yourself. So I boiled chicken soup and asked the servants to bring it here." The master laughed too, but today she couldn't smile, and her body was trembling. The master's aura was too strong, and she wanted to lie down on the ground begging for mercy when she was so far away.

"Mother Pearl is too old and can't be bothered. Take this food home with you." Wu Qun refused flatly, hungry, still hungry, but in front of this cheap and scoundrel son, he had to work hard to make it home, and this son has been here all the time without running away It means that there is still help.

"Dad, Daddy. Don't. I'm dying of starvation. You let me take a bite, and then let the pearls take it away." Wu Xuan's eyes were green with hunger. Three meals a day, he ate breakfast, Not full yet.

"Master, old lady, old lady said..." Pearl didn't dare to say it, Wu Qun's eyes were too terrifying, she immediately persuaded to shut up, and squatted and slipped away with the food box. As for how to go back and explain to the old lady that Pearl didn't think about these things at this moment.

"Jin..." Holding out Erkang's hand, Wu Xuan looked back at the disappearing figure of Pearl and looked at Wu Qun resentfully.

"Father, I'm your own son." Wu Xuan was about to cry, he hadn't eaten for a day, and the offerings in the ancestral hall could only be seen and not eaten.

Wu Qun closed the door of the ancestral hall, glanced coldly at Wu Xuan, saw the corner of his mouth twitching, kneeling on the futon, and then withdrew his cold gaze, sat cross-legged in front of the tablet, and closed his eyes.

Wu Xuan opened his mouth. When he knelt down, it was just a subconscious action, but if he was up for a long time, it seemed to be okay. He was about to change his posture when he saw Wu Qun's cold eyes swept over.

Wu Xuan cried silently in his heart, his father was more terrifying than when he beat people, he should not get along with such a father, the pressure is too low and too depressing. Even if he wanted to make trouble, the atmosphere would not be active.

With hindsight, he found that his father stopped kneeling, but sat cross-legged and closed his eyes quietly.