20 years of the Republic of China

Chapter 138 Father and Son

Fengtian, the Su family's mansion.

It is a three-entry courtyard with a very traditional shape, with blue brick and stone walls, red tile cornices, screen wall, hand-painted verandah, and east and west wing rooms.

There was a light chirping of birds in the study. The bookshelf was filled with thread-bound books that had already collected dust. Instead of tea sets, there was a large gramophone on the tea table. The big brass speaker pointed at the window and made no sound.

There is an unfinished painting spread on the table, with stubborn rocks and dead branches.

An old man with white beard and hair stood in front of the case, holding a pen in his hand, frowning, thinking about where to place the plum blossoms on the tip of the pen.

After a while, the servant in the front yard stood on tiptoes and came to the old man, observing his words and expressions, but stopped talking.

Su Yuansheng is already old, his cheekbones are covered with age spots, and even the skin on his elbows has become loose, which makes him look a lot more kind. However, the long-time servants in the family are very aware that the old man is young. The style of the time.

"Say!"

After hearing the master's words, the man dared to whisper: "Master, the young master is back."

"Oh!" The old man's eyes never left the drawing paper, "Let him come in."

"Yes!"

After a while, Su Wenqi, wearing an old-style gown and a "Liuhe melon skin hat" with a fake braid on his head, came to his father, stood with his hands hanging down, and said softly: "Dad, the family feud has been avenged, Chen Wantang is dead."

Su Yuansheng's expression remained unchanged, and he wanted to write, but stopped hesitantly, and asked: "Have you gone to tell your eldest brother and second brother?"

Su Wenqi replied respectfully: "Not yet, come here to say hello to you first, and I will go to the ancestral hall later."

"Well, how are the brothers Jiang Chenghai doing?"

"I just heard the news that the fourth child, Jin Xiaoyi, is dead. Jiang Chenghai, the third child, Sun Chengmo, and the fifth child, Shen Guoliang, also suffered gunshot wounds."

Su Yuansheng ordered three plum blossom petals on a dead branch, looked around, and was not satisfied, so he said, "You should have delayed it for a while last night before telling Zhou Yunfu."

"Dad, one death and three injuries are enough for them to suffer. After all, I promised Jiang Chenghai that if his brother and son were in danger, I would find a way to help them. Only then did he agree to cooperate with me, and he would not Take action against the Su family. Now, I have gone back on my word and have..."

Before he finished speaking, Su Yuansheng suddenly turned his head and glanced sideways at his youngest son.

Su Wenqi quickly lowered his head: "Dad, don't you often say that you admire the 'Owl'?"

"I admire him very much, so I'm also very afraid of him!" Su Yuansheng took the pen and dipped it in colored ink again. "Those of his brothers don't have fuel-efficient lamps. Just old Qigong Baonan can kill him." That Wang San of the Bai family has been cleared, and God doesn’t know it, and ghosts don’t know it, so aren’t you afraid?”

Su Wenqi nodded - indeed, the brothers of "Owl" are not ordinary gangsters.

Last night, Chen Wantang attacked Jiang's house at night. More than 20 people were there, but Jiang Chenghai and others were not killed. This made him truly understand the weight of the three words "Owl".

If they really want to deal with the Su family, it will be a real headache.

The old man continued: "When I was young, I tried to win over 'Owl' once, but it didn't work. The year before last, you tried to win over him again. Zhou Yunfu was obviously in decline, but it still didn't work out."

"Dad said so."

Su Wenqi didn't dare to refute, even though he had made an agreement with "Owl" in advance.

Su Yuansheng made a few more strokes on the dead branches.

"If a capable person is invited over and over again and still cannot be used for his own use, he must be eliminated as soon as possible. I love talent, but I only love talent that can be used by me."

Among the three great families of Zhou, Su, Bai, and Fengtian, Su Yuansheng was the oldest.

The old man's current age and energy no longer allow him to keep an eye on family affairs all the time. Therefore, all the business on the counter is left to his younger son to take care of. He is in a semi-retired state, only giving advice to his son at critical moments. Two sentences.

Joining forces with Zhou Yunfu is to eliminate Chen Wantang at the minimum cost and avenge his beloved son.

He kept it secret from Jiang Chenghai and deliberately delayed informing Zhou Yunfu until the last moment, in order to make both "Owl" and "Drawing Wind" suffer - only in this way, it was in the best interest of the Su family.

Zhou Yunfu promised to shake hands with the Su family and make peace?
Ah!In Su Yuansheng's heart, he just sneered.

He understood Na Lao Deng's humanity very well. Zhou Yunfu said he wanted to make peace, just because he was worried about being attacked from both sides. Once he calmed down, he would never remember the goodness of the Su family.

As for why Su Yuansheng didn't take the opportunity to attack Na Laodeng, firstly, Zhou Yunfu still had the manpower and was not sure of victory; secondly, it was not in line with the Zhou family's usual code of conduct: spend the least cost and earn the maximum benefit.

Moreover, there are widespread rumors in the world that Zhou Yunfu's time is running out, and Han Ce cannot help him.

There is really no need for the Su family to fight for a moment of courage, and this is not in line with the youngest son's original intention of clearing the family's name.In the face of his father's teachings, Su Wenqi always just nodded: "What dad said is true, what dad said is true."

Su Yuansheng didn't let him retreat, so he stood there obediently, waiting for instructions.

After finishing the picture of winter plum blossoms, the old man put down his pen and suddenly asked: "How did it go?"

Su Wenqi walked around the table politely, looked at it carefully for a while, and replied: "It has both form and spirit, and a far-reaching artistic conception. Dad's painting skills are getting better and better!"

"Really?" Su Yuansheng clapped his hands, "Then burn it."

"What?" Su Wenqi was puzzled, "Dad, what are you..."

"Burned."

Su Wenqi didn't dare to ask any more questions, so he folded the painting into a palm-sized square, put it into his sleeve, and listened quietly.

Then, Su Yuansheng spread out a piece of white paper on the table, pressed it on the ruler, and asked, "What does this one look like?"

Su Wenqi was stunned, looked at the blank paper, and thought deeply for a long time, thinking that there is no way to judge the quality of a painting without painting, so he just regarded it as starting over, implying infinite possibilities.

"Dad, this painting will only be better."

"Must it be better?"

"Dad, as the ancients said, you will see the meaning of a book after reading it a hundred times. The same principle applies to this painting. You have painted this picture of winter plum blossoms countless times. Of course, the more you paint, the better."

"I don't think so!" Su Yuansheng dipped his hands in burnt ink again, intending to paint again, but said, "The ancients also said that writing is made by nature, and a skillful hand comes by chance. The more you paint, of course, practice makes perfect, but practice makes perfect, which does not necessarily mean you are better. ? Maybe, after changing it again and again, you still think the previous one is better?"

Su Wenqi thought thoughtfully and nodded: "That's what dad said, that's what dad said."

Su Yuansheng stopped replying and splashed ink on the paper quite skillfully. In just a moment, he found a picture of stubborn rocks and dead branches again.

Immediately afterwards, the old man continued to write and consider where to place the plum blossoms.

"Wenqi."

"Dad, he's here!"

"Since I let you take over the business on the counter, I won't interfere too much, so as not to damage your authority in front of your subordinates. Quan! If you want to accept it, you can accept it. If you want to release it, you can release it. Half-collecting and half-releasing will only make you lose control. You cheated."

"Wen Qi understands dad's good intentions."

"You want to whitewash the Su family, I have no objection to it, and I also agree with it. You can't do anything big if you are always drifting in the world. However, our family's foundation is dark. You were too young at the time, so I don’t understand. All in all, it’s easy to get into this world, but it’s much harder to get out. You have to have an opportunity, and someone has to be willing to let you go.”

"What dad said is true, what dad said is true."

"You have studied abroad and have seen more of the world than me. You are also a bit smart. Although you still need to be tempered, I am quite relieved to leave this family to you."

Just as Su Wenqi was about to reply, the old man suddenly changed the subject.

"But! There is one thing I must say."

"Father, just say it, Wenqi is listening."

Su Yuansheng put down his pen, turned around, and said solemnly: "Stay away from the people in the south! Don't follow that group and get involved in things like dumping! It's about the lives of our Su family, my whole family. We can’t let you do whatever you want! Let me take it a step further and say that if the imperial court falls, will the world be better? If the imperial court falls, no one will go hungry and we will be able to defeat foreigners? "

Hearing this, Su Wenqi was startled, feeling confused and confused for a moment.

He wanted to say that he would not harm his family, but he was not sure whether he could really do it.

After thinking for a moment, Su Wenqi still felt helpless, and finally had no choice but to "pop", kneel down on the ground, and kowtow.

Su Yuansheng frowned and immediately asked: "You! What do you mean!"

Su Wenqi tapped his forehead and did not get up.

"Dad, this is just this once! Wen Qi, you have your own ideas!"

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(End of this chapter)