Zhong Ming was startled by the sound and almost subconsciously wanted to kneel down, but stopped halfway.
"No, no, why does my son kneel down?"
"In the past, my father loved to make his son kneel down. After all these years, my father entered his son's dream for the first time. Why did he still ask his son to kneel down? What did his son do wrong?" Zhong Ming asked.
"Did you do nothing wrong?" The voice was a bit angry and a bit majestic.
"My father asked you to be honest and diligent, support the new emperor, be a good minister, and prosper the Zhong family. Have you done it?"
"Support the new emperor?"
Zhong Ming was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed: "My son supported me, more than one. Can you see my father down there?"
Father, look ahead..."
The bell-ringing hand pointed to the Qianzhong City in the distance.
"There, I am still waiting for my son, waiting for my son to establish a new emperor, waiting for my son to rebuild a new dynasty.
By that time, thousands of miles of land and mountains will belong to my Zhong family, and the world will be bustling, and everyone will surrender to the feet of my Zhong family. My father said, can this be considered as the great Zhong family?"
When Zhong Ming spoke these words, there was a bit of fanaticism in his eyes, almost crazy.
"Is that why father chose to come here tonight? His son is about to succeed, so you also want to come and see?
When the time comes, your son will ask the new emperor to enshrine his father's tablet in the Ancestral Temple. Your son will ask the Tian family and the entire Shen family to worship your father from generation to generation and build monuments and temples for you.
Father, will you be happy?
In this life, if you give birth to a son like me, will it be enough for you to smile?"
I saw the cold boat on the river swaying.
I heard the man on the boat shout: "Guizi..."
His voice trembled, obviously he was really angry.
"I, the Zhong family, come from a long line of hairpins and have passed down the lineage of poetry and etiquette. As my father, I asked you to honor your ancestors. I didn't let you form a party for personal gain, monopolize power, and become like Zhao Gao and Li Si.
I told you to take good care of your sister, what about you?
You sent your niece to the palace to seek glory and wealth for you. Do you still remember the words you promised to your father before he died?
The thing I regret most in my life as a father is giving birth to such an evil person as you!"
I heard the people on the boat yelling angrily, and their voices became more and more urgent.
However, these words did not bring back Zhong Ming's conscience and regret. On the contrary, his expression became more and more fanatical, and the people on the boat became more and more resentful.
"Sister, sister, sister...
You know sister!
Ever since you were little, you have always thought about your sister. When did you ever think of me?" Zhong Ming asked loudly.
"What's so good about that woman? She's so sick and crooked, and why has she ever looked at you seriously?
You have a hot face but a cold butt, running to her yard every day. When you give birth to a daughter, you treat her like a baby.
But what about me?
Where is my mother and me?
Even though we have looked through our eyes, we may not have seen you come to see us even once.
When did you lift me up on your shoulders like other fathers? When did you take me to ride a horse? When did you take me to hunt?
No! You never have!
Do you know that since you were a child, you have been laughed at by others for being a commoner?
When we were young, when we had fights with other children, their parents would support their children, but what about you? You only blame me.
You have always only asked me to kneel down, kneel to the ancestral hall, kneel to my ancestors..."
Zhong Ming remembered that when he was a child, he and his mother watched his father go into that woman's yard every day, watched his father hold Zhong Yin in his arms every day, feed her cakes, and hold her face and kiss her not enough.
.
But what about him and his mother?
I can only watch from a distance.
At that time, his mother stroked his head and said, "Ming'er must study hard and get ahead. When the time comes, who will dare to look down on us two?"
When he thought of this, Zhong Ming hated him even more.
"What did you give me?
We, mother and son, finally waited until that woman died. What about you?
You were so sad that you followed that woman a few years ago. Before you died, you entrusted Zhongyin to me.
Why should I help you take care of Zhongyin?
Why do you ask me?
If you can’t let her go so much, just take her with you!”
He hated the man in front of him like a vicious curse.
He listened to his mother's words, studied hard and worked hard, and there was never a time when he was tired.
He had never been truly happy in his life. When he was young, he once met the girl he loved, but for the sake of his career, he turned around and went to please Mr. Ma.
He wants power, he wants the whole world, he wants the Zhong family to leave his name in history, and he wants the ancestors to open their eyes and see that it was his bell that illuminated the lintel.
Even at the expense of his own two daughters, he has never regretted it.
He once thought that if he succeeded, he must show it to his father and ask his father if he had ever felt that he owed his son these years.
It's a pity that my father died too early. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get ahead of the time.
Even in these years, it has not even come to him in his dreams.
It must be that his father is too partial, so he only dreams about his sister and never comes to see him.
He kept those words in his heart and never had the chance to speak them out.
Today, his father must have felt that he was about to succeed, so he came to see him.
Look, sure enough, his choice was right.
He was so confused that he seemed to have forgotten that he had already lived half his life. He was in his forties when he should be calm and calm, and he was the chief minister who planned the world.
He is like a child, still hoping for his father's love and guilt, waiting for an apology from him.
Just like how he had been punished to kneel countless times when he was a child, only this time, he no longer resigned, but clenched his fists and asked: "My son did nothing wrong, why does my son have to kneel?"
Say it, say it all!
All the frustrations, all the unwillingness and resentment that have been held in my heart for many years were revealed.
He thought that he could at least get an apology from his father.
As long as he says "I'm sorry", all his bitterness over the years will be worth it.
But after waiting for a long time, I heard my father sigh quietly.
He said: "If I had known you were like this, my father should have strangled you to death when you were a child."
One sentence made Zhong Ming's heart skip a beat.
When he raised his head again, there were already two more lines of tears in the corners of his eyes.
He suddenly laughed.
Haha, this is his father, this is his father...
He has always been like this...
I have been his son for decades, how can I not understand him? How can I still have expectations for him?
What is he expecting?
He smiled, his eyes bursting with unprecedented cruelty: "But you are dead now, aren't you? The dead cannot dominate the world of the living.
You can’t kill me!”
He is no longer a child, and he will no longer be sad because of his father's denial.
When he grew up, he became the most powerful minister in the world, the most powerful minister who could turn the world upside down.
Even ghosts should be afraid of him when they are in front of him.
With Zhong Ming thinking like this, he actually moved forward, trying to catch the figure standing on the boat: "Go to hell, since you have already died once, then you should be completely wiped out.
Never appear in my dreams again..."
He stretched out his hand to fish it out, but missed it. His feet were unstable and he fell into the lake with a "pop".