Koster Farrell looked at the face that was eight points similar to himself, and sighed a little wistfully: "It seems that I am really old, otherwise I would not have ......"

"Gollum"

A mud-stained shoe stepped on the back of his head, crushing the middle-aged man's face into the mud and causing him to choke on a mouthful of fishy muddy water.

Leonard laughed and withdrew his foot, rubbed the mud on the soles of his father's back, walked over with a pair of short legs, and said with a playful face:

"Father, it's not that you're old, it's just that I'm too strong. ”

The man who looked up from the mud was not angry, but smiled slightly embarrassed and nodded approvingly.

"Well, you're right. What a surprise that my best child could be you. ”

Koster's eyes darkened, as if he were caught in a memory.

He muttered to himself, "That's when I strangled Flore...... It's terrible that a five-year-old child can endure it for twenty years, and he is full of hatred and has not revealed a word to others. It seems that it's not that I'm old, it's that you're too ......."

"No, Father, you are indeed old. ”

Leonard shook his head and said: "I was only five years old at the time, and I saw my mother strangled to death by my father, and I didn't react at all, this is a big anomaly."

If you hadn't grown old, but you were younger than a fox, more cruel than a hyena, and cold-blooded than a snake, you would have killed me as soon as possible, and then said that my mother's death was a sudden illness, and maybe my sister would have been killed as well. ”

The middle-aged man listened intently to Leonard's words and nodded approvingly.

"You're right, it's true that I'm soft-hearted, if I was young, I ......"

"No, you're not soft-hearted. ”

Leonard stepped forward and said with a grin, "You simply didn't take me seriously. You may have noticed my abnormality, but you didn't think a five-year-old could do anything, so you subconsciously ignored me. ”

Coster Farrell smiled wryly and nodded. "Well, I did ignore your danger, after all, you were only five years old at the time, who would have thought that you would be what you are today......?

"Fake, you've never regretted it. ”

Leonard smiled with a wicked smile.

"I'm actually a lot like you, we're the kind of people who never regret doing things. For people like us, we will do it if we have an idea, and we will not hesitate to do it in the blink of an eye, and if we lose, we will die, and we will not regret even a breath of time. ”

The middle-aged man in the mud smiled, the dirty mud trickling down the folds of his face, but the embarrassed face was full of relief.

"You're right, I never regretted it. Leonard, you're more than I expected. ”

Coster said with emotion: "Your eldest brother and second brother inherited my coldness and cruelty respectively, but I didn't expect my suspicion and cunning to be inherited by you, you are the child who is most like me." ”

"Wrong again! I didn't say a word right this time!"

Leonard crouched down, grinned, picked up a handful of muddy water, and poured it on his father's head.

"The eldest brother and the second brother are just imitating you, those two idiots treat people harshly as ruthless, and fierce methods as cruelty, and they have not learned the essence of mercenary at all. And I'm not cunning at all, I'm just smarter than you. ”

He smiled a little wickedly. "If you want to say like you, you still have to count my brainless sister, her stupidity is on par with yours!"

Coster smiled helplessly, glanced at this young son, and said a little uncomfortably:

"Leonard, will you be happy to refute my every word? I've lost to you completely, this is probably the first and only time in our fathers and sons' lives, can you have a good talk with me before killing me?"

The young man dressed in aristocratic attire smiled, reached out and pinched Koster's face, which was almost identical to his, and rubbed it twice with some regret.

"I don't want to talk like that. It's just that I find that I am too similar to you, not only does my face look alike, but I also don't trust anyone like you, I can use everything as a bargaining chip like you, and I will do whatever it takes to achieve my goals like you......"

He continued with some regret: "It would be nice if we were ordinary father and son, and I might be happy to be so similar to my father." But you are the man I hate the most, so in order not to become another you, I have to do something that you won't do, so that I am no longer so similar to you. ”

Withdrawing his hand and touching his face, Leonard said helplessly: "I even thought about it, or just disfigure myself, at least we don't look alike." But my face was so handsome that I couldn't bear to use the knife after trying several times, so I had to find something else. ”

He sat down in the mud with his legs crossed, and the muddy water splashed all over Coste's face. A white-gloved palm reached out to the middle-aged man's face, and Leonard counted them one by one on his fingers.

"Look, we were nine points alike. Since you have no interest in women, then I have to be a flowery man, which is one point less;

If you are very steady in your words and deeds, and always pay attention to etiquette, then I will think of what to do, and I don't care if I am embarrassed or not, which is a little less ......"

Coster silently looked at his excited son, and felt a chill through his heart well.

He never imagined that one day he would have such an emotion of fear as someone else.

As a person who puts the continuation of the family first, he is ready to trade his life for the future of the family. Death didn't dread him, but Leonard's appearance made him shudder.

The grinning expression didn't look like he was facing an enemy at all, but like he was talking to a friend, and there was no hysteria in his eyes.

"You see, you like to hide your opinions, you like to go along with others, so I just turn it the other way around, and I will oppose whatever points of view you have in your words. In that case, don't we even have a single resemblance? Father, do you think I'm right?"

Leonard shook all nine of his fingers, happily leaned in and kissed the back of Coste's mud-stained head.

"That's good, so I don't look like you at all. I'm so happy!"

The middle-aged man raised his head, his face flashing with confusion and incomprehension.

"Leonard, if you hate me so much, why don't you kill me with a sword?

The short young man smiled, reached out and grabbed his hair, pulling his head out of the muddy water, so that his eyes were at the same level as his own.

Leonard's blue eyes were as clear as a salt lake, and not only did they not have the slightest hatred or anger, but they were full of longing and anticipation, as if they were fanatical believers who saw the kingdom of God in the world, and everywhere they looked, they were filled with indescribable joy and joy.

This look made Coster feel like he was falling into an ice cave.

Leonard put away his smile and said faintly, "Father, you know that I hate you, how can you hope that you can simply die?"