"You're going to go to Mohenjo Daro Academy from today, how about it, are you afraid?" The man's age doesn't seem to be too old, but he treats his son with a loving heart, which is quite different from most of the current strict fathers, and I think it's because of the difficulty of the heir, he didn't have a son before, but he didn't survive, but this child who looked soft and skinny at the beginning survived.

"Was my father like that back then?" In the previous life, it can be said that he almost alone brought Ramses up, and he naturally knew more than a little bit about the psychology of being a father, and immediately stared at the man in front of him with wide eyes, many times people think that parents and children do not need skills to get along with each other, and the love that parents give their children is pure and profound, and at first almost all of them come from the blood and are better than the blood, but the feelings are never said to be endlessly squandered, and the love from the parents is also the same.

"Of course." Sharma couldn't help laughing at the child's faint expectation and admiration, he stepped forward and bent down to pick up the child and rubbed the child's soft face with his beard, "Let's go, father will take you to the teacher." ”

"Thank you, father." Ah Zhai stretched out his hand to cover his face, his face was red and a little embarrassed, but there was a warm trickle in his heart, which flowed from the tips of his hair to the soles of his feet, making his whole person feel like leaning on the warm fireplace in winter, with a kind of relaxation that naturally spreads from the depths of his heart.

"Saraswati, I'm taking Ah Jin in." Turning around and explaining to his wife, Sharma walked in from the house with Ah Zhai.

What caught his eye was a large pool, made of snow-white marble with a base and four walls, inlaid with various precious gems, which were patched together into some beautiful patterns, and Ah Zhai observed that there were cows, lotus flowers and other patterns, as well as some totemic images that he could not recognize.

Further on was a spacious conference room, made of red masonry like the Lord's Mansion, inlaid with pure black marble on the tall arch frames, and carved with wonderful patterns, which Ah Zhai guessed was a kind of writing.

They did not enter the conference room, but walked from the smooth stone path to the right of the conference room to the small building standing alone, the building showed a calm brownish red, the side near the exterior wall roadside had no windows as a blank, unlike the wall facing them was carved with various ornaments, Ah Zhai knew that this was to prevent bad weather, noise, odor and other preserved urban customs.

"This is where the little master takes classes." The sudden sound startled Ah Zhai, and when he turned his head, he found an old man standing in front of them on his right, the old man was thin and thin, wrapped in a dark brown robe, with a pointed chin, drooping eyes, and deep nasolabial folds on his face, but when he smiled, he showed a sense of tenderness and compassion, he saluted to Shamal, and then looked at the young child standing beside Sharma with a smile.

"Ah Jin, this is Elder Rabindranath." Sharma turned to the child and introduced, "You can just call him Elder Rabin." ”

"Elder Rabin." Ah Zhai nodded and learned the same salute of the old man's movements just now, although the appearance of this old man did not match the appearance of the kind old man in his impression, but he could be sure that the other party was a truly generous and compassionate person, at the moment of the salute, he had carefully examined the other party, the other party's fingers were dry and black and thin, covered with traces of healing after cracking, although the hair was neatly combed, although it was very rare, and the thin face could see that he had suffered a lot when he was young, he was almost certain that the other party was either from a difficult background, Or a complete ascetic.

"This is the place to wash." The old man smiled and accepted his salute, and then took the father and son to familiarize themselves with the environment in the courtyard, pointing out some places from time to time.

"Am I alone?" After turning around, Ah Zhai was a little hesitant, but he didn't see the others, so he couldn't help but ask a little curiously.

"Of course not." The old man was stunned for a moment and grinned, he patiently looked at the patient child in front of him, the other party's calm temperament surprised him, but at the same time he was comforted, no matter how he had such a heart even if the qualifications were a little poor, they were worried about the heir of the city lord for a long time, the city lord was married to the daughter of the city lord of Harappa at the earliest, and the two were newly married for three years before giving birth to a child, fortunately it was a boy, and then Paravati has been sick and crooked, As a result, the boy was raised until he was four years old, and a fever took his life, and after the loss of his son, Paravati was so grief-stricken that he died not long after.

Two years after that, Sharma signed a marriage contract again, this time marrying Saraswati, the daughter of the former local temple elder of Mohenjo Daro, that year the little girl was fourteen years old, Sharma was twenty-six years old, after the marriage because Sharma was much older he was very tolerant of this wife, and gradually the two also developed feelings, and gave birth to a boy in the second year after marriage, but I don't know if it was bad luck or something else, the child died at the age of two, at that time Sharma was very afraid in his heart, Unlike Paravati, Saraswati was more independent and strong, and she soon noticed that something was wrong with her husband's relationship, so the strong woman quickly buried her grief over the loss of her son and spent a lot of effort comforting her grief-stricken husband.

Because of this, she didn't notice that she had a child in her womb again, and because of this, when they found out about the original existence of Ataka before they had time to rejoice, they were told that the child was probably not very healthy, and in the end, as the doctor predicted, the original owner was thin and small when he was born, and even his cry was soft, and Sharma was almost thirty years old that year, and he was almost desperate for his heir, and even began to plan to adopt a child in the Mohenjo Daro Academy to inherit the position of city lord after himself, Therefore, he chose Iftekhar, whose parents had died, who was already five years old, and that child had a resolute and resolute personality, and soon after entering the Mohenjo Daro Academy, he accepted the children who were studying in the academy at that time, and those children were almost the eldest sons of the great families of Mohenjo Daro.

And now, Sharma didn't expect that his thin and weak little son would be able to stumble and survive, but this did not affect his decision in his heart that if the two brothers wanted to make peace, then he would let Ifthar assist his son, but if his own children were not suitable, he would also let Ifthar ascend to the position of city lord, although it may not be fair to his own children, but as the city lord of Mohenjo Daro, he must be responsible for the interests of the people of the city.

"Ah Jin, do you remember when I told you about my brother?" Even though the current situation may not be so favorable for his son, Sharma has already made up his mind that he does not intend to provide convenience for his children, no matter what, as the city lord's blood-related parent, Ah Jin naturally has an advantage in identity, even if the other party is five years older than him. But it was obvious that the elders of the temple were more concerned about the children in front of them, and when they thought of this, Sharma couldn't help but interject into the conversation between the old and the young in front of them.

"Brother?" Ah Zhai couldn't react for a while, after all, he hadn't gotten the memory ball from the black cat, although he had vaguely judged that the two were his identities and had not been dismantled by the occasional moodiness of the child, but God knows what the hell this brother is.

"Sharma, Iftekhar, they're about to get out of class, he should be here." Seeing the child's dazed face, Rabindranath couldn't help but say comfortingly, in fact, it was normal for the child to have been raised in the inner mansion before and didn't know about Iftehar.

"I'll wait for my brother here." Although he still doesn't know what the hell this so-called brother is, Ah Zhai still heard the old man's concern from Rabindranath's slow tone, he is not really a child who doesn't understand anything, so he naturally sees the other party's concern in his eyes and remembers it in his heart, as for the elder brother, he gets along with his brother in several worlds with his brother, and if he is really a brother, he is not worried at all that he will not get along well with the other party.