"Your father did it on purpose." Mr. Mo said faintly, "It seems that he has kept a lot of things from you?"
Yang Muyu shook his head and didn’t believe his father had anything to do with Xiuyuantang. Mr. Mo easily read his mind and smiled. "You won’t believe anything I say anyway. Ask your father yourself when you see him in the future."
"Well, of course, I also want to ask Mr. Mo what my father has done to offend you?" Yang Muyu came straight to the point and asked directly. From yesterday’s brief communication, he vaguely guessed that the relationship between this man and his father was definitely not a friend but an enemy.
If his guess is correct, this person should be the enemy that my father has been avoiding for so many years.
Mr. Mo looked at him thoughtfully and said, "Why do you ask?"
"Then why do you want to arrest him when I ask?" Yang Muyu asked frowning.
Mr. Mo was even more curious and asked, "Why are you sure that your father and I are enemies rather than friends?" I am good to you? "
Yang Muyu shook his head. There are some things that Mr. Mo didn’t know. He took out yesterday’s Zhi Zhu Xiao and said with a wry smile, "This Zhi Zhu Xiao is so important to my father that he will never give it to others unless you come by force, so you can be sure that you and my father can’t be friends."
Mr. Mo let out a cry of "Oh" and smiled slightly surprised. "Are you so sure for a reason?"
"The reason, of course, is that when I was about nine years old, I just touched his bamboo flute as a result-"Yang Muyu suddenly stopped here and stopped talking.
"As a result, he scolded you?" Mr. Mo asked with great curiosity.
"Scold?" Yang Muyu thought that he had said it anyway and there was nothing to hide. "He gave me 300 lashes and beat me in bed for a month without being able to move." So he was so excited when he saw this ordinary bamboo flute, which was completely worthless to others, but I don’t know why his father was so precious that he almost killed him for this thing. He has a deep memory.
Although he grew up under his father’s whip, it was only once that no matter how he cried and begged, he couldn’t calm his father’s anger, even he thought he would be beaten to death alive …
He didn’t know how he survived in the end. If he didn’t have his father’s high medical skills, he might have died.
All he knew was that he was badly injured once, and he lay in bed for more than a month before he could walk around with his hands on the wall for half a year, so he barely recovered. But at this time, his father took him to move again.
He has lived such a life since childhood, wandering and poor … His father never gave him a penny of pocket money, and it seems that since that injury, his father has ignored him, and he has taken on all the housework just to please his father. But even so, as long as he does something unworthy, his heart will still be whipped.
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Chapter 27 He is the boss of Xiuyuantang
Mr. Mo said that his father’s previous prescription could be exchanged for gold, and the whole Xiuyuantang was his. So what is the suffering he has suffered in these years? Yang Muyu suddenly felt that everything was so ironic, although he didn’t really believe what Mr. Mo said.
But Mr. Mo felt even more incredible: "He actually hit you?"
Yang Muyu said coldly, "What’s so strange about this? Didn’t you get beaten by your father when you were a child?"
Mr. Mo thought and thought seriously or shook his head and said, "Not really. Ok, Mu Yu, can we play chess without talking about these disappointing topics? "
"Yes!" Yang Muyu nodded. "You haven’t answered my question just now?"
"When you see him, ask him yourself. I’m too lazy to say." Mr. Mo shook his head and took the chessboard from the side. "Play chess with me. Du Yun, get some sweet-scented osmanthus pine nut candy and rose peanut crisp."
Soon Du Yun has carefully put a big pot of candy next to Yang Muyu, who shakes his head. He has never had the habit of eating snacks.
Conveniently took one of its white pieces and landed on the chessboard, but it took the lead. Mr. Mo also doesn’t care about what the black man and the black man are fighting on the chessboard.
But in less than two columns of incense, Mr. Mo was already losing the game and touching the cold sweat on his head: "I said Mu Yu, can’t you save me some face?"
Yang Muyu grabbed a rose peanut cake from the side and put it in his mouth. He stood up and said sarcastically, "Is it obvious that a vulgar person needs to be arty?" While speaking, others have already walked out. In my heart, I said, "This man not only looks like his father, but also has the same rotten chess skills."
His father occasionally asks him to play chess or something when he is in a good mood. Yang Muyu is very filial and afraid of him, so he dares not say anything even though he knows that his father’s chess skills are really mediocre. Every time you have to pretend to lose to him, you have to do it without leaving a trace, even if you accidentally leave a set, you must be lucky.
Under such circumstances, the grievances that I dare not vent to my father are all vented on the hapless Mr. Mo.
"hello?" Seeing that he had reached the door, Mr. Mo was busy and cried.
"I’m not interested today. Next time I play chess, I’ll let you add the lottery." Yang Muyu didn’t even look back.
"I still want to play chess with you?" Mr. Mo muttered something in his heart: "I’m looking for you to play chess, not asking for it. It’s just that this boy has a sharp mouth. I don’t know how he taught such a smelly and strange child."
"So …" Yang Muyu turned around and asked, "Anything else?"
"Nothing." Mr. Mo shook his head and said, "Take the candy back to eat. It was originally specially bought for you. Well, I’m leaving Du Yun for five days in the afternoon to wait on you. After five days, I’m going out to sea to Qianhe Island. If you come back with me, I’ll take you to see your father."
Yang Muyu looked at the pot of candy and then at Mr. Mo. He couldn’t figure out what he really wanted to do, but Du Yun heard that he was in a hurry and went to Mr. Mo and knelt down: "Sir, how can you do it without anyone around you?"
"You take Du Yun. I’ll wait for you here. My father is in your hands. I won’t run away." Yang Muyu said faintly, but before Mr. Mo could answer, he turned and went out.
Mr. Mo looked at the back of his departure, and a wisp of blood slowly spilled out of his mouth. Du Yun suddenly became frightened: "Lord, are you hurt?"
Mr. Mo wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth and looked at the deep red between his fingers for a long time before saying, "I’m fine. I got slapped by that man and this injury won’t heal for a while."
Du Yun helped Mr. Mo to sit down on the soft collapse and was about to speak, but Mr. Mo said, "You sent the candy to Mu Yu. Did you buy everything I told you to buy this morning?"
Du Yun frowned and said, "There are some things in the Lord that you can’t buy in a cloud city."
"Well, even if you can’t buy it, send him all the things you bought, and leave him 120 gold for his change. Come with me this afternoon, and we’ll come back to pick him up five days later lest he think I left you to spy on him." Mr. Mo shook his head. Just now, he was really so angry by that bastard that he touched the earlier injury.
Watching Du Yun go out, Mr. Mo frowned slightly yesterday-what exactly was it that Yang Muyu gave to Mrs. Sang at Tianya Haige? What has that man been doing all these years, and how has it got involved with Tianya Haige?
Shake your head and give a wry smile. It’s no use asking when you know it. It’s just that the man’s cultivation over the years has been more diligent. If he hadn’t taken a sneak attack with his master, he might not have been caught.
Yang Muyu prone on the table and looked at the plate of candy in front of him. There were many bottles and jars filled with all kinds of candy snacks, snacks, melon seeds, walnuts, sweet fruits … and some fresh fruits in heavy cloud city. He really coaxed him as a child.
It’s just that he feels very strange. Mr. Mo should be enemies with his father. Isn’t he a little too nice to the children of his enemies?
At noon, Mr. Mo still took him to the Hongtong restaurant across the street for dinner, but today he didn’t force him to drink, but he was drinking alone.
Yang Muyu grabbed two bowls of rice, and he drank two pots of wine. Then he took Du Yun away, leaving 120 gold for him to spend.
Take out a piece of Jin Yezi from the wallet next to him, and shine the gold in the afternoon sun, and the golden awn will tempt him. Now he doesn’t understand that Mr. Mo is rich, so it’s not worth spending it. One hundred and twenty gold is enough for ordinary people’s lifetime expenses, right?
Or ordinary people can’t earn 120 gold for a lifetime.
Put the gold in the starfish soul, but the rabbit didn’t know when it climbed out and was holding the candy and stuffing it into his mouth. Watching Yang Muyu shake his head, this damn rabbit has a big temper like an uncle who just doesn’t eat grass and only eats barbecue candy. Fortunately, Yang Muyu’s purse is full, otherwise he really can’t afford it.
"You’re not afraid to rot your only tooth if you eat like this?" Yang Muyu patted the rabbit on the head, peeled off a pine nut candy and put it in his mouth.
Suddenly, the rabbit’s ear moved, similar to a cat’s little paw, and made a gesture of silence at Yang Muyu.
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Chapter 28 was assassinated by a rabbit