Don't try to lie to me.

So those words against my heart choked in my throat can't be said.

Chu Xun pursed his lips silently, and then slowly lowered his head.

Chu Yumin pointed at his back with a crutch in his hand, "go and kneel."

Chu Xun twisted his neck and looked at the dark ancestral hall and lanterns moved by the wind. As soon as his throat rolled, he subconsciously wanted to beg for mercy.

Chu's ancestral hall is definitely a nightmare he will fear no matter how old he is. Grandpa believed in Buddhism, so he also repaired a small Buddhist hall at home and built an ancestral hall following the clan in the old house.

The ancestral hall is not large, and there are no memorial tablets for the old ancestors. In addition to the Buddha statues and Bodhisattvas hanging on the wall, there are only two memorial tablets for their parents.

He was only punished to kneel once, and he didn't believe in gods and ghosts, but one time was enough to fear, because he felt that he was a loser. Maybe it was guilt or cowardice. When his parents' body gradually faded and blurred in the long river of time, and he gradually lost the poor memory of his parents in his mind, he didn't dare to really say that he was their son in front of them, because he had forgotten them.

He did not dare to open his heart in front of his parents, nor did he dare to reflect in front of the memorial tablets of his ancestors, because it would make him doubt the existence of the past more than ten years and whether he had lived wrong or should not have appeared in the world at all. If they have not been reincarnated, if they can show their spirit, they may have to climb up from under the ground, point to his nose and teach him unfilial.

He never felt filial, but he would not find himself unhappy, so he always avoided ancestral halls and Buddhist nunneries.

Chu Yumin looked at Chu Xun's stupefied appearance and sneered, "have the courage to work hard for Shen Yi, but don't have the courage to go to the ancestral temple and kneel down to your parents to admit his mistake?"

"I don't know how I taught you such an unworthy son. Even your parents don't want to see it. Have you forgotten how they went?"

Chu Xun was stiff, "I didn't."

"Then kneel!" Chu Yumin hit the ground with a crutch. "Kneel in front of your parents' card! Tell them yourself how you don't take your life as your destiny, how you live up to their sustenance and become a gangster, and how you ignore my years of teaching!"

"Ask them yourself! Don't regret asking them!"

Don't regret it?

All his strength seemed to be pulled away because of this sentence. Chu Xun looked at the memorial tablet mixed with the darkness, and suddenly felt the pain in his mind. He sat on the ground with his legs soft and his ass. the heavy night seemed to hit him like a claw at night, pulling out those dusty memories again and putting them in front of him in a bloody manner of digging bones and cutting meat.

Regret it?

Chu Xun wanted to ask this question many times, but he never had the courage to ask it, either to grandpa or to the cold memorial tablets.

Do you regret giving birth to me? Regret the unreasonable trouble you promised me when you had a job? Regret falling into the river but only pushing me on the roof? Or, looking at my present appearance, will you feel ashamed? I hope I've never appeared.

"I know I'm unworthy and incompetent. I can't even remember what you look like. I doubt whether the previous thing was a dream."

"But I can't help it. I can't really live myself into a walking corpse." Chu Xun looked at the memorial tablet and whispered, "if you have mind reading skills, you must know how I feel when I see Shen Yi."

"I found the meaning of life," he whispered. "I thought so then, and I still think so now."

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