If he was young, Xie Zhiyun would definitely be angered by him.

When she was young, she didn't know how to restrain her emotions, and whenever she was targeted by her father like this, she couldn't help but ridicule her.

But her rebuttal often aggravates her father's punishment of her.

As he grew older, he wouldn't punish her for beating her palms again, and except for those two times, he never touched the board.

But his punishment was even more uncomfortable.

He would ask her to write a treatise, and then have all the gentlemen of ethnology review it, and let her copy the criticism ten times herself, and she would not sleep until she had finished it.

This kind of torture is tantamount to unacceptable for a young girl.

After the age of about fifteen, Xie Zhiyun rarely contradicted him again.

Because there is no point at all.

She didn't have the composure to accept her father's discipline, she just found that it was useless to contradict and refute.

It will only be oneself that suffers.

's father treated Xie Zhixing the same way, but Xie Zhixing was not afraid of heaven and earth, that is, he didn't write a narrative, that is, he didn't accept criticism, so Xie Yuan became more and more simple to him.

Hit directly.

The beating made his palms red and swollen, and it hurt to eat with chopsticks, but Xie Zhixing didn't bow his head.

Their sister and brother are actually very stubborn.

At this time, facing her father's questioning, Xie Zhiyun was not very angry, she regarded him as a patient with a bad heart, and patients were all able to talk nonsense.

"No, this time it was secretly framed by the people behind the scenes, and it has nothing to do with my daughter and Ah Xing."

Xie Yuan was not surprised by her composure.

But he still didn't let go of Xie Zhiyun, and said: "You are now the eldest young lady of the Suguo Mansion, and you are the responsibility of the patriarch of the Suguo Mansion, you must be cautious in your words and deeds, and nothing can go wrong." ”

She is a human being, not a Buddha statue, how can she not make mistakes?

Xie Zhiyun slandered in his heart, but opened his mouth and said, "Yes, my daughter knows." ”

After coming and going, Xie Yuan had nothing to say.

He paused, finally let go of his hand, and leaned back in his chair.

"In a few days, it will be Qingming, remember to go and worship your mother."

Xie Zhiyun replied very happily this time: "Yes, my daughter will lead Ah Xing and the garrison together." ”

Xie Yuan nodded, and the father and daughter were speechless for a while.

They themselves are not intimate, gossip is not commonplace, and Xie Yuan is not a father who can care about the lives of his children.

Sure enough, after a moment of silence, Xie Yuan said: "Ah Xing is not bad in Pinyuzhai, he is not enterprising, his studies are not proficient, and recently the clan study has been closed again, and he will have to take two months to reopen the class, but he has to learn some general affairs." ”

"You can't be a person who doesn't know anything, and you will have to be raised by the clan in the future."

Xie Zhiyun still couldn't help but say a few words for Xie Zhixing's book: "Ah Xing has done a good job in reading and reading, the accounts of the new books are all clear, and he has also selected a few insightful strategy books, and I heard that the regular customers like them very much." ”

Xie Yuan shook his head.

"As the patriarch of the Xie clan, there is too little he can do," Xie Yuan looked at the piles of books on the table, and it was rare to talk more, "Preaching and teaching to solve doubts, I asked myself if I did a good job, the only thing I could do was to rearrange these unique books so that they could be passed on." ”

"Even if the war continues, even if the population is withering, even if the people are gone, these books have to exist," Xie Yuan said, "This is the foundation of our Han people, our cultural heritage." ”

But Xie Zhixing couldn't do that.

Xie Zhiyun was silent for a moment, but he felt that Xie Yuan's statement was good.

After all, they are parents and children, and there is no deep hatred, Xie Zhiyun has become more and more gentle since he has a harmonious relationship with Wei Ji.

Sometimes, it's better to say a few more words than to keep it in your heart all the time.

Although Xie Yuan has a stubborn personality, none of them in a family of three is not stubborn. Xie Yuan was indeed strict with them, but without these strict disciplines, she didn't seem to be where she is today.

Yan Shi produces a high apprentice, this is true, but Xie Yuan used the wrong method.

In those disciplines, he insisted on going his own way, without considering her and Ah Xing's feelings, and never caring about their faces.

Since childhood, she and Ah Xing have grown up in such a harsh environment, they are like wheat seedlings in dry land, without rain irrigation, and they have to desperately grow better and taller than others.

If you want to say that there is harmony in kinship, there must be none, but she is not indistinguishable from wrong, Xie Yuan's idea of inheriting culture, Xie Zhiyun agrees.

"Father, Ah Xing can't do such a thing, he is bold, romantic, likes the scenery outside the mountains, likes the field paths, he is not suitable to be locked in the study, and he can only face this room full of papers for the rest of his life."

Xie Zhiyun's voice was cold, and every word echoed in the study.

Xie Yuan's fingers trembled slightly, and he held his right hand tightly with his left hand to prevent people from seeing his gaffe.

"Father, Ah Xing is Ah Xing, I am me, we will never be able to become you, and we will never be able to become mothers."

Xie Zhiyun turned her head away from looking at her father's emaciated and clear face, her eyes fell on the fountain below, and she suddenly remembered a small incident when she was four years old.

She remembered that day when she was playing at the fountain and accidentally fell to the point that the hem of her clothes was wet, she seemed to be afraid of getting dirty since she was a child, and she squatted there and cried.

At that time, my mother was accompanying my father in the study to arrange the books, and when I heard her cry, I looked out from here.

For the young Xie Zhiyun, this two-story attic is so tall, and his mother and father are so far away, as if they are in the sky.

In her memory, her mother's face was blurred, and her father was not as taciturn as he is now.

She remembered that her mother said to her: "Niannian, look at yourself naughty, dirty clothes and don't let Mama Jia wash you." ”

When she heard this, she was so aggrieved that she had to cry again.

But it was her father who hurriedly persuaded her: "What are you scaring the child for, Niannian, you obediently follow Mama Jia back, and you will be clean when you take a bath and change your clothes." ”

"You ......"

Xie Zhiyun was suddenly interrupted by Xie Yuan's recollection, she raised her eyes and looked at Xie Yuan.

He and the memory seem to be two people.

Xie Yuan felt a little pain in his heart, he was obviously in good health, and there was nothing wrong with his heart and lungs, but he just felt distressed.

He only said you and then paused, and then said, "But this family must always be handed over to Ah Xing." ”

Xie Zhiyun had already thought about this, and said: "Father, it turns out that when my grandfather was here, it wasn't my grandfather who was doing these things, there are so many people in the family, there are always people who are good at bibliographies, why do you have to let Ah Xing do it himself?" ”

She stood in front of Xie Yuan, with a graceful posture and sincere words, Xie Yuan was in a trance, and suddenly found that her daughter had grown so big.

Yes, she's already married.

Xie Zhiyun finally said something heavy: "Father, you can't force Ah Xing just because you like to do this, you are willing to read, sort out your lonely books, and just like that." ”

"It's not fair to him."