Chapter 137： The child who died for the master 2

This little guy didn't know who he learned from, and when he heard that his father was going to leave for a while, he immediately became vigilant.

"Daddy, what are you going to do? Why can't you bring Hong'er with you? Hong'er will obediently not make trouble, and won't cause trouble for Daddy."

Perhaps it was because the client wanted to exchange him with the young master, which left too much shadow in the child's heart, making him feel very insecure now, always paranoid, afraid that his father would not want him.

"Daddy wants to see you off tomorrow."

"Will Daddy take me with you?"

"If you want to go, of course you can."

The reason why Xie Hui didn't take him with him was because the beheading was too bloody, and he thought it was not good for such an older child to see that scene.

But if the kid really wanted to go, he wouldn't stop him.

The next day, Xie went back to the restaurant to order a few meals, and took them to the execution ground.

Before the execution, all the prisoners who were to be beheaded had their family members come to deliver food, so that they would not be starving ghosts on the way.

When the people watching the excitement, as well as the crying prisoners and their family members were all together, they seemed a little noisy.

Xie Hui saw the adult in the client's memory at a glance. He walked over to see how he was wearing a prison uniform. He was obviously older than ten years. When he was kneeling there waiting for the execution, his eyes were blank.

It wasn't until Xie Hui walked in front of him that the lord came back to his senses.

In prison, he had seen his son long ago, but he never expected to see Xie Hui again now.

"Thank you! You still have the face to come before me! How did you promise me back then? If I had known you were such a person, I would never have entrusted this matter to you!"

"Even if I fed the bowl of rice when I rescued you, the dog would know to wag its tail at me."

Xie Hui didn't change his face when he heard his ugly insults, and put the meals in front of the adult one by one.

"At the beginning, I received a meal from my lord, and now I am giving my lord a meal of decapitation as a repayment."

"If the adults ask me to do something, if I change it to one, I will definitely do it very properly."

"But my lord, you love your son. Is it possible that I don't love my son? He is so young. How can I have the heart to send him to the guillotine with my own hands?"

The little guy who was just standing by the side, who was still unhappy because the adult said bad things about his father, couldn't help but start to feel hot again after hearing what his father said.

He never knew that he was so important in his father's heart, even more important than the adults whom his father valued very much.

Mr. Wang is now a person who is about to lose his head, so he has no scruples in speaking, he stared at Xie Hui viciously and said:

"Your son, how can you be compared to my son! Your son is destined to be a slave who serves others in this life!"

Xie Hui knew that this adult was at the moment of anger, but he was not too angry, and pushed the food forward.

"No matter what happens in the future, my son is the most important thing in my heart."

"I've failed my lord's expectations, I'm sorry, my lord has eaten this meal, so let's go on our way."

Mr. Wang was enraged by Xie Hui's words, he was unwilling to compromise even if he died, and he didn't touch that grain of rice until later.

After Xie Hui delivered the food, he took his son and turned around and left. He stayed in the crowd and covered his son's eyes with his hand during the execution.

Wang Song lost Xie Hong as a scapegoat, and now he died on this execution ground just like his father.

In today's world, the emphasis is on cutting grass and roots, even if Wang Song is just a child, he still cannot escape.

When Mr. Wang did this, he should have thought about the consequences.

On the way back, Xie Hui had already begun to think about the way out in the future. The little house thanked him and he liked it quite a bit, so he didn't want to leave at all.

Seeing his father's silent appearance, Xie Hong hugged his father's arm with both hands.

He has often heard his father talk about how important that adult is to his father since he was a child. If it wasn't for that adult who gave Daddy a bowl of rice when he was about to starve to death, there would be neither Daddy nor him now.

When Xie returned to a small shop, he heard the guys in the small restaurant chatting while working, saying that the accountant in their restaurant had returned to his hometown some time ago, and now the restaurant's accounts are in a mess.

Hearing this, Xie Hui led his son into the room and asked politely:

"I just heard from outside that you are short of an accountant here? I don't know if you want to recruit one now?"

The client has been the housekeeper for half of his life, managing the books of a huge house, and he can straighten out all kinds of messy books in front of the client.

The owner of the restaurant was dozing inside, but he yawned and came out when he heard this.

After the original accountant left, he never found a suitable one. In the past few days, the others who have been tossing about the accounts have been sluggish, and they have to be reprimanded by their wives all day long.

"Lack, I also want to recruit, but... I still have to see your ability first, try to stay here for a day?"

"it is good."

After Xie Hui settled the child, the boss got him a dilapidated table. When the bustle started, the boss sneaked a peek at the back, seeing that Xie Hui's handwriting was very correct, he felt satisfied in his heart.

Xie Hong obediently stayed on the side without making noise, just staring curiously at the guests who came and went.

When he left at night, the boss told Xie Hui to come back tomorrow.

On the way back that night, Xie Hong walked very briskly.

"Daddy, I like that boss."

"Um?"

Children's observation skills are indeed sharper than adults', but Xie Hui is still curious, it's just less than a day's time to get along, why does this little guy talk about liking, he is too defensive, it's not a thing good thing.

"The boss treats Daddy very well, unlike adults..."

Without the slightest precaution, Xie Hong smiled and explained the reason.

Xie Hui thought about it carefully after listening to it, and it was indeed what the kid said.

No matter what the lord said nicely to the outside world, his attitude towards the client was always contemptuous and contemptuous, and he felt that the client was just a servant serving him.

Today, the owner of this restaurant is the real employment relationship.

Before leaving the restaurant, in order to reassure the boss, Xie Hui took the initiative to say that this child will not stay with him for too long, and he will be sent to school in the spring of next year.

"But the money given by the owner of this restaurant is not as much as that adult gave."

When Xie Hong listened to his father's words, he thought for a while before answering:

"Then Daddy will earn less first. When Hong'er grows up, Hong'er will earn a lot of money and give it all to Daddy."

The child's immature voice, feeding tone, and eyes full of expectations for the future make the viewer feel better involuntarily.

"Then Daddy will wait."

When preparing dinner, Xie Hui felt that after his work as an accountant in the restaurant settled down, he still had to find a woman to help with the chores at home.

It's not that he's bored, it's just that he feels a little out of control.

In fact, relying on the ability of the client, after leaving the adult's house, there are thousands of ways to live a good life. From Xie Hui's point of view, the client was a genius in business.

Many shops in that lord's house that were about to close down could be brought back to life after being in his hands.

It's just that in the client's world, he is afraid that others will know the truth that he replaced the child with his own son, and he is even more afraid that others will find out Wang Song's true identity and continue to do things that he is not good at.

In order not to attract attention, he even said that he could not read at all.

"Daddy, look, don't Hong'er's handwriting look better today?"

Before Xie Hui was immersed in his own thoughts for too long, a child's voice sounded in his ear, and he stood up to take a look.

Before Xie Hongdu could walk in front of his father, he tripped over the threshold and fell down. The person lying on the ground was stunned, his eyes widened, and he was helped up by his father. After a long while, tears came out.

"Daddy, Daddy hurts..."

Xie Hui took a handkerchief to help him wipe off the dust on his face.

This little guy was probably trained in that mansion, he is clearly a child of four or five years old, but his appearance is rough.

After raising him for so long, I don't see much change in him, and now he looks even uglier when he cries, but thankfully Xie Hui doesn't dislike him.

"Woooo Daddy hurts so much, it really hurts so much."

Xie Hui coughed when he heard what he said, and rubbed his head comfortingly.

"Woo..."

When he first bumped into it, the little guy started to burst into tears again, but because it was his father, he didn't dare to avoid it at all, with tears in his eyes, he just stared at his father like this.

Xie Hui rubbed him for him, and then helped him wipe away his tears. Seeing that he still wanted to cry, he hurriedly said:

"Just now, what did Hong'er want Daddy to see?"

Before the tears came out, Xie Hongcheng was distracted by his father's words, pointed to the piece of paper that fell on the ground, sniffed his nose aggrievedly, and then replied:

"Look, Dad, has Hong'er's handwriting improved?"

The strokes are still crooked, but fortunately, I can already tell what the characters are.

Xie Hui lowered his head to meet his expectant eyes, and saw the tear stains in the corners of his eyes that hadn't dried yet, coughed and replied against his own conscience:

"Yes, Hong'er's handwriting looks pretty good now."

After being praised by his father, Xie Hong was even a little flustered. When his father asked him to help light the candle, he ran over without thinking.

After he left, Xie Hui put away the piece of paper on which he practiced calligraphy. Turning around, I started preparing dinner again.