"You son of a, do you still have a face?" the middle-aged man scolded angrily, pointing at his nose. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

This sudden change made several people present stunned in place, and only one person was smiling, so that people could not see what he was thinking.

"Do you still have a father like me in your eyes? such a big thing, I still heard from others that you are an unfilial son......

crackled and scolded, making Liu Qingxi understand that the middle-aged man was Yang Yichen's father.

As far as the current situation is concerned, the relationship between the father and son is not very good, and the next plot also confirms her conjecture.

"Hehe, shouldn't you be coaxing your aunt and letting your precious sons and daughters get down to your knees?"

There was not the slightest ebb and flow in the boy's tone, as if he was talking about the weather.

But Liu Qingxi still read a deep sadness in his eyes!

Yes, who doesn't want to have a warm family, harmonious and loving parents, and a family that loves them, instead of living alone in the countryside!

"You...... Why didn't Zhong Xiucai say it to his family?" The middle-aged man forcibly suppressed his anger, his chest rose and fell, and his face was red because he couldn't escape his anger.

"I don't have a father, I didn't have it many years ago!

When Yang Yichen said this, his eyes stared at Yang Bingshan without blinking.

The man couldn't resist in the end, his eyes dodged everywhere, and his tone was slightly gentle: "Our biological father and son, how can there be an overnight feud?" In this way, you come home with me, let's feast for three days and celebrate!"

In the end, the desire for scholars and power in his heart overcame the contradiction between father and son, and Yang Bingshan put down his body and took the initiative to seek peace.

But it also depends on whether the teenager agrees or not?

Yang Yichen was not interested in the fiery scenes depicted by Yang Bingshan, if he was cared for so much when he was a child, he estimated that he would not be able to sleep with excitement for three days and three nights.

But now, disappointed again and again, he has calmed down, there is not the slightest wave in his heart, and he can't leave a gap of trust.

"If it's okay, I'll take the first step, my mother is still waiting for me at home!" Yang Yichen finished speaking and was about to leave.

In vain, Yang Bingshan's face was blue, red, white, and stunned for a long time, and his heart was turbulent and undulating.

He has already lowered his body and taken the initiative to make peace, isn't it enough to do this as an elder?

Yang Yichen's indifferent contemptuous attitude stomped his face and self-esteem under his feet.

The crowd of onlookers around seemed to be watching his jokes, waiting to fall into the well.

At the moment when his son was about to leave his field of vision, Yang Bingshan shouted: "Yang Yichen, if you leave now, don't come back!"

The young man's calm face was a little cracked, his fists were clenched, his muscles were bursting up, and the girl beside him felt the cold cold air and thick sadness through the air.

At the same moment, the boy's steady pace paused for a second, and then resumed as before, not even the nearest person felt it.

Yang Yichen's heart was not as calm as he appeared at this time, on the contrary, his anger was even worse, and after the anger, he was unusually calm, as if no matter how much he hurt people, it would not hurt him in the slightest.

However, Yang Bingshan didn't seem to be satisfied, and continued to roar: "Don't come back to your mother!"

"Don't come back, your mother......"

"Don't come back......

Don't come back? Hmph! Yang Yichen suddenly found that his heart was extremely calm at the moment, when did he actually have this kind of resistance? Maybe he was trained by the man behind him.

Slowly turning around, the young man smiled brightly, as if flowers were blooming, and the noisy voices around him became farther and farther away, only the roar of the so-called father.

Just so eager to get rid of their mother and son, so that the woman can be the only one in the family?

The last bit of longing in my heart, the last trace of warmth, the last ...... Gone.

"Why? My mother didn't commit any of the seven outs, what reason do you have?"

At this moment, the momentum on the young man's body increased suddenly, and the momentum around his body exploded, even if he was separated by dozens of meters, Yang Bingshan was still shocked!

The people around him seemed to be watching his joke, and the soft laughter was like a slap in the face.

A buzzing voice came to my ears through the cracks: "What's going on?

The interrogator was dressed in shabby clothes, with chapped lips, dry hair, and rough hands, typical of a peasant man.

A slightly better dressed person next to him solved the puzzles for most people: "I don't know, right? This is a celebrity in our town, the richest man on the same level as Wan Jia, and that is his son!"

"Ahh

These poor people really can't understand the world of rich people, they have food, drink, food and clothing, what is not satisfied?

"After you listen to me, it's not because Young Master Yang is talented, he didn't tell his family, he didn't ......" told the truth at a glance, and pierced Yang Bingshan's disguised mask with a word.

As the saying goes, the ugliness of the family should not be publicized, and all the harmony that pretends to be made on weekdays has been exposed, Yang Bingshan's old face turned red, and he didn't hold back the last sentence, and left in disgrace.

Yang Yichen ignored his desertion and fled, ignoring the chaotic sounds around him, and instructed the men at the grain store to help carry the things onto the carriage, and motioned for the coachman to drive away.

Along the way, the carriage was unusually quiet, and the sound of a needle hitting the ground could be heard.

This journey seems to be extremely long, Liu Qingxi doesn't know what to say, as if no matter what comfort at this time, it seems to be pale and powerless, only silence is the best companion.

There is always an end to the long road, and the closer you get to the ten-mile shop, the more potholes the road becomes, and the bumps of the ups and downs pull back the thoughts of several people.

Yang Yichen looked up at the window, it turned out that he had already arrived at Shilipu, and smiled slightly: "Send Qingxi home first!"

The coachman shouted, and the carriage turned around and went straight to Liu Qingxi's house.

When he got out of the car, Liu Qingxi made a cheering gesture at Yang Yichen: "Come on!"

Then quickly transport the things down with the help of the driver.

When the carriage turned around and left, through the window, Yang Yichen still saw the smiling girl clenching her fists and slamming downward!

Suddenly, the haze dissipated, the sky was clear, the white clouds were blooming, the grass was green, and it was beautiful and harmonious.

It turns out that his world is not only a cold-blooded and ruthless person like his father, but also the warmth that belongs to him.

On another road near the east side of Shilipu, a middle-aged woman was neatly dressed, her hair was meticulously combed, her waist was twisted three times, and she was humming a little tune that went out of tune abroad.

Le's teeth are gone, because his waist is shaking, and the sound of lala is the most beautiful sound for a woman.

"Hey, hey, hey, it's still a quick job, no, I'll have to hurry up and pick up a few more!"