The Strong Wife From Peasant Family Chapter 229 Sad
The old man shot another glance at Liu Zhimo before he said smilingly, "No wonder Mr. Luo treated you differently the moment he saw you. So it turns out that there's actually this layer of relationship between you and him." Like he said, how could Mr. Luo be so easy to talk to all of a sudden?The reason was that …"It seems like the Zhi Moge you are talking about is only because of his father. If Zhi Moge did not have any strength, I'm afraid Mr. Luo would not even look at him with any respect." Li Qingling was afraid that Liu Zhimo wouldn't feel well so he quickly comforted him.As he said this, he secretly glared at the old man, telling him to be careful with his words and not to say anything out loud.The old man received Li Qingling's grumbling gaze and curled his lips. If Liu Zhimo's mental fort.i.tude was so low, why would he still attend the Spring Festival?He should return to the Ox-Head Village early to farm.This girl was just blindly worrying.Liu Zhimo patted the back of Li Qingling's hand to prevent her from getting too excited, but he didn't think too much about it. In his heart, his father was really much stronger than him.This was also the truth. There was no way for him to refute this.However, he wasn't bad and wouldn't belittle himself over this matter."I, this old man, am sure. If not for Liu Siye, Mr. Luo would not have easily guided Ink to write this article, and would not have taken the initiative to have Ink go and find him tomorrow." The old man glanced at Li Qingling and let her stare at him. He did not change his words, "Even if your eyes gape at me, it won't stop me from speaking the truth."It was really a girl that was born in another world. As long as he got used to it, it would be fine."Yes, Grandfather is right. If not for my father, it would be difficult for him to even meet Mr. Luo once." Liu Zhimo calmly smiled as he accepted the old man's words, "No matter what, this can still be considered as me gaining an advantage over the others, making Mr. Luo treat me differently."Luck was also a type of strength, he would definitely not deny this.There was no need for him to hide it from a gentleman.If anyone else was jealous of him or made sarcastic remarks towards him, it would be because they didn't have such a formidable father like him.When the old man saw that Liu Zhimo was not affected at all, and that his expression was still calm, he comforted himself.He turned his head to look at Li Qingling, staring at her with wide eyes, "Girl, you better learn from him. Don't be confused by such a small matter.""Yes, I understand. I will definitely change it." Li Qingling's att.i.tude of admitting his wrongs was extremely quick, causing the old man who wanted to say more to choke back. He silently glared at Li Qingling again."If you're wrong, then fix it. There's nothing to do." He could only say this in the end.Liu Zhimo smiled, and squeezed Li Qingling's hand. This little girl had already taken this old man as a soldier, and had left this old man speechless.Li Qingling looked at Liu Zhimo, and naughtily blinked his eyes.Having known the old man for so long, how could she not understand him? It was because she didn't want him to talk about her again that she wanted him to admit his wrongs so quickly.Look, she admitted her mistake so quickly, the old man had nothing else to say.His wordless expression made her laugh inwardly.In order for Liu Zhimo to get familiar with the layout of the capital as soon as possible, he had told him about the matters of the imperial court, so that he could pay more attention to them.Liu Zhimo focused on listening. When the old man finished asking questions, he would ask him about them, and only then would he stop when he had solved the doubts in Liu Zhimo's mind. Even Li Qingling was not surprised to hear about it from the old man. Although she did not take part in the Imperial Examinations, knowing about these things was still beneficial for her.For example, if someone posted a message for her to go on a date? These relationships that the old man had mentioned would work.There was a saying that the Madam's interaction with him could affect his relationship with her husband.She definitely could not drag Liu Zhimo down. What she needed to learn, she had to learn seriously so that Liu Zhimo would not have to worry about later. She could properly manage his front yard.Only if the front yard and the back yard were fine could their home be safe.… ….After breakfast the next morning, Liu Zhimo went to Mr. Luo's residence alone.Mr. Luo was currently sitting in the pavilion, and he was playing chess with his. He was dressed in a white robe, and the aura of a scholar was vividly displayed, it was very refined.When he heard the servants say that Liu Zhimo had come, he waved his hands and told them to bring Liu Zhimo over.Once Liu Zhimo walked into the pavilion, Mr. Luo spoke to him without even lifting his head, "Do you know how to play chess? Come and play two games with me. ""..." He did not even give him a chance to object, the corners of Liu Zhimo's mouth twitched, he walked to the opposite side of Mr. Gui and sat down. He lowered his head to look at the already half finished chess board, and the storm that was about to break out made his heart race.Looking at chess was like looking at a person. According to Mr. Luo's style of playing, he was not as calm as he looked on the surface.As expected of his father's teacher, he was truly incredible."It's your turn." Mr. Luo looked up at Liu Zhimo and spoke indifferently.Liu Zhimo nodded his head lightly, picked up a white piece and started to eat it with the old man.Seeing Liu Zhimo's chess play, Mr. Luo raised the corner of his mouth, "Who is your master?"Even though he knew that it was very likely that Teacher recognized him, he still respectfully replied, "My father …" Pausing for a moment, he continued, "From the moment we started talking, my father began teaching our students how to play chess."From the beginning, he had lost all the matches, but he slowly lost a few matches. In the end, he could even draw with his father.His father had once said that he would be more intelligent and more powerful than him in the future.Thinking about his father's premature death, Liu Zhimo couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable in his heart.With a "pa" sound, Mr. Luo put down another black object and did not say another word.After the two of them had quietly finished playing this game, Mr. Luo looked at Liu Zhimo, who had lost to him by three pieces, and smiled a little. He played with a black piece, and said indifferently: "Not bad, you really want to meet your father when there's a chance."Do you really want to meet that unfilial disciple of his and teach him the path of a teacher?Liu Zhimo pursed his lips and said, "My father …. I've been dead for many years. "Hearing his words, Hei Zi, who was in Mr. Luo's hands, dropped to the ground with a thump. He stared fixedly at Liu Zhimo, and asked with a taut voice, "You … What did you say? " Had he heard wrongly? That unfilial disciple of his … Dead?"My father has been dead for many years." Liu Zhimo repeated himself again. Right after he finished speaking, he saw the calm Mr. Luo, and his eyes turned red."He... "How did you get there?"Liu Zhimo took a deep breath, suppressed the sour in his nose, and roughly explained the situation. After listening, Mr. Luo remained silent for a long while, before saying in a hoa.r.s.e voice, "Go back today, and come back tomorrow."Liu Zhimo could see that Mr. Luo's heart was in pain, and with a grunt of agreement, he left the pavilion.After Liu Zhimo left, Mr. Luo could no longer hold back his emotions. He covered his eyes and tears started streaming down his face.Although they were master and disciple, they were comparable to father and son.He clearly remembered that his prideful disciple was being mischievous. When he was punishing him, his disciple would often, while being punished, also loudly anger him.He said that when he returns to his hometown a hundred years from now, he won't burn any money for him and will have no money left to spend.But he wasn't dead yet. How could he let the white-haired man send the black-haired man away?Back then, if he could stop him and prevent him from leaving the capital, would it be …Even if he regretted it now, no matter how much his heart ached, it wouldn't be able to save him.He would never be able to see him again in his life, the disciple he loved and was angry at.That disciple of his was also a heartless person. He had left the capital for more than ten years, yet he did not even send a letter to that old man.If he hadn't met his son this time and learned about it from him, he might not have known about it for the rest of his life.Sir, what's wrong with him? The butler stood not far away and was very worried when he heard Mr. Luo's suppressed crying voice.Mister is a person who would not lightly frown when faced with anything. Why are you crying today? What had happened?The steward was very worried. He raised his head and looked at the person standing in front of him. "Your majesty, do you see …"The emperor waved his hand towards the steward, telling him to leave first. He went to ask his teacher what had happened?He had known his teacher for decades, but he had never seen his teacher's face change. Yet, now he was crying, this was really … It made him feel horrified.The butler looked at Mr. Luo with concern before nodding and walking down.The Emperor swallowed his saliva and slowly walked towards the pavilion. Honestly speaking, he wasn't even afraid of his own Imperial Father, he was only afraid of his one and only teacher.He didn't know what was going on. In any case, he was quite a cowardly teacher."Teacher, I've come to see you."Hearing the voice, Mr. Luo who was crying stopped crying, he immediately reached out to wipe the tears in his eyes, and without raising his head, he asked why he was here?Where did the steward go? Why didn't you come and tell him? He felt awkward letting his students see him like this.The emperor sat on the chair opposite to Mr. Luo and shifted his gaze into the distance. He did not dare to look directly at Mr. Luo because he was afraid that Mr. Luo would think of some way to punish him.Mr. Luo quietly took a few breaths, suppressing his emotions. He cleared his throat and asked, What's the matter?"It's nothing. I was just thinking of my teacher, so I came over to take a seat." Who would have thought that he would be so lucky as to run into his teacher here … She was crying. "Teacher, if there's anything you can't handle, just tell me. Don't hold it in."Mr. Luo glanced at the emperor, and then faintly spoke after a long while. "Has that brat contacted you at all these years?"Youngest junior brother?Teacher can only call him a stinking brat, and that is the Fourth Master of the Liu Family, his Junior Brother.