He uncontrollably maintained a state of awe in front of his father, but he was so eager to be close to his father and feel the love that belonged to his father.

At the age of eight, Jiuwei was already very calm, polite in advance and retreat, and showed good upbringing and noble bearing when he raised his hands and feet.

However, staying on the mountain all the year round, he is full of an urgent longing for the prosperous earthly world, and every year the masters of the Nine Pavilion Hall go up the mountain to report on the affairs of the pavilion, and he stands beside his father and listens to them, and the urge to go down the mountain to see the world will be born in his heart.

He tried his best to suppress this impulse and desire, but every time he practiced martial arts alone, he couldn't help but stand on the top of the mountain and look around, fantasizing that he was in a prosperous world.

When he went up the mountain this year, Master Mu brought his own son.

The child was tiny younger than nine, only four or five years old, and had a lot of fun sitting on his father's shoulder.

He is very well-behaved, he stays honest when Master Mu talks about business, he is not naughty or nonsense, he pulls his father's hair, sometimes smiles at Jiu, showing a few white millet teeth, and smiles innocently and cleanly.

Jiuwei was touched by his smile, although his face was calm, he couldn't hide his envy in his heart.

As far back as he can remember, his father never hugged him......

After discussing the matter, the hall masters stayed on the mountain for a day.

At lunchtime, Master Mu would gently ask his son what he liked to eat, and the child clearly expressed his preferences, and the warm intimacy between father and son made people feel relaxed unconsciously.

Jiuwei watched the interaction between their father and son, and quietly suppressed the emotions in his heart.

In the evening, Master Mu stood on the top of the mountain, pointed to the endless mountains, and said to his son: "Baby, this is the Nine Pavilions, when you grow up, this will become your world." ”

The child watched with a pair of curious eyes, turned his head and saw Jiuwei practicing swords in the distance, and would shout happily: "Brother!" ”

Master Mu patiently corrected: "This is the young master, not the elder brother." ”

The child was not convinced, "It's my brother." ”

Master Mu reprimanded: "It's the young master, if you are so disobedient again, I will spank you." ”

The child didn't seem to be afraid of being scared, but insisted on his name: "It's my brother." ”

Jiuwei put away his sword and stood, turned around and walked to Hall Master Mu, and said lightly: "It's okay, Hall Master Mu doesn't have to mind." ”

Master Mu apologized: "This kid is spoiled by me, so that the young master can laugh." ”

After that, he patted his son's buttocks lightly: "The young master is very generous at a young age, you can learn more from the young master in the future, don't be so naughty." ”

Jiuwei didn't speak, and soon left with his head bowed.

Jiuwei bathed and changed clothes at night, Qin Sheng used to chat with him before he went to bed, asking him if he was tired, sometimes he was punished, he would be appeased and asked if he was in pain, and he would be given medicine when he needed to take medicine.

Jiuwei has not felt a lot of warmth here in Qin Sheng since he was a child, and he occasionally looks like a child in front of Qin Shang, but maybe human nature is like this, the more you can't get it, the more you want it.

In the past few years, he has regarded his father as a big tree to look up to, an unattainable mountain, and he has tried to reach his father's height, to make himself invincible, but he is weak and contradictory to want to be favored by his father.

This night, Jiuwei almost didn't say anything all night, closed his eyes, and involuntarily thought of Master Mu and his son in his mind, and then couldn't help but think, when will my father be able to hug him once?