C692 No love, no hate

Fresh blood dripped down from Xiao Yi's wrist onto the ground. Xiao Shuihan's shrill cries echoed throughout the boundless night sky. The night wind blew, messing up all of the white hair on Xiao Shuihan's head.

Thinking back to many years ago, when Ding Yiran was just born, Xiao Yi. At that time, the old man's face was full of joy. She was extremely happy. Now that his grandson had recovered from his losses, and thinking back to what she had just said and what she had done, her intestines turned green with regret.

"No, no!" Xiao Shuihan's tears blurred his entire face as he wailed, "I, Xiao Shuihan, have been strong my whole life. I've never knelt down before, and today I've knelt down before you. Yangyang was his grandfather's fault. Grandpa is begging you, please don't do this, okay? "

At this time, Xiao Shuihan was no longer the Xiao Family Patriarch with the greatest authority. It looked like an old man. He cried as he knelt in front of his grandson Xiao Yi, and his head fell onto the ground. The blood on Xiao Yi's wrist dripped down, drop by drop, onto his head. His white hair was instantly dyed red with blood.

Drip, drip, drip. The sound of him kowtowing was heard.

Xiao Yi's entire body was numb, every muscle and every cell in his body seemed to have died. Tears rolled down his face, dried by the wind and brought with them a bit of heat. Just like that, it poured into Xiao Yi's mouth.

The night wind blew, bringing with it a quiet mid-autumn night.

The chrysanthemum flowers in front of him, gently unfolding in the wind, did not know the happiness or worries of the world.

The skin on Xiao Shuihan's forehead had already grinded against the mud in front of him, causing a large amount of damage. Blood slowly seeped out from his forehead.

However, Xiao Shuihan acted as if he did not care about his life. It was just a continuous kowtow, seeking forgiveness.

Suddenly, with a light shake of Xiao Shuihan's wrist, that dyed red steel wire flew up into the air and started spinning. Then, it tightened around Xiao Shuihan's neck. In an instant, a wound appeared on Xiao Shuihan's neck, and fresh blood dripped down.

"If you don't stop, then I will apologize with my death." Xiao Shuihan raised his head, looked at Xiao Yi with hazy teary eyes, and said in a pitiful voice: "If you still don't give up, then grandfather will die right in front of you tonight."

Xiao Yi's body instantly started to tremble in the wind.

Xiao Yi bit his black lips as he watched his grandfather kneel in front of his like a child.

Finally, Xiao Yi heaved a deep sigh as the blood on his wrist stopped flowing. He looked up at the stars in the sky, sighed, and said, "Looking up at the stars, there is too much helplessness in this world. Forget it, forget it. "

Seeing Xiao Yi finally stop, Xiao Shuihan's tears flowed even harder. His entire person once again crawled onto the ground, and kowtowed three times towards Xiao Yi.

The night was dark.

Xiao Yi's tears had finally been dried by the night wind. He looked at Xiao Shuihan who was in front of him, and gently called out. "Stand up."

Xiao Shuihan then became very careful and stood up like a child. Ye Zichen wiped away the tears from the corner of his eyes, but blood was still flowing out from his forehead.

"Actually, when I found out about my background, I didn't have any hatred towards the Xiao family." Xiao Yi turned his face away and slowly said: "Of course, there's also no love. I am just a victim of the Xiao family's struggle for power. Of course, he had never enjoyed the warmth of family love since he was young. "Like a rootless duckweed, everywhere."

From Xiao Yi's words, Xiao Shuihan detected a faint sense of loss. In the boundless universe, who would be willing to be that rootless duckweed that no one loved?

Xiao Yi's voice sounded as if he was crying as he spoke again, "But the words that I heard from you just now, are really too chilling of heart. Hehe, I am just a sacrifice that managed to escape your control. "

"Grandpa didn't mean to." Xiao Shuihan knew that he was in the wrong, and said softly.

"No one can be blamed." Xiao Yi laughed mournfully: "This is the Wealthy Class, this is fate. As the head of a large clan, it is normal for you to be on your guard and act frivolously. Xiao Shuihan, after all, you want to make a block of ice water without any emotion. You know what? Why did the Xiao family fall apart today? The reason was simply because you were too heartless. No matter what you do, it is always in consideration of the pros and cons, in consideration of the rise and fall of the clan head, and in disregard of human emotions. "

After Xiao Shuihan heard these words, he stood there dumbstruck like a wooden chicken in the wind. When he thought back to his life, he felt like a pool of cold water, and at the same time, he felt like a piece of ice-cold steel. No matter what he did, he liked to follow his iron will.

If he went back to the past, he would be able to empathize with him and make sense out of it. Then, would tonight's events happen again?

At this time, Xiao Shuihan fell into deep thought. The wind blew his blood-stained white hair, and his figure was bleak in the wind.

Xiao Yi swallowed a mouthful of saliva with great difficulty, and said with a heavy heart. In that snow, I was covered with snow. I have neither love nor hate for this family. The Xiao family has nothing to do with me. "

"The Xiao family has let you down." Xiao Shuihan choked with emotions, "But, your parents are innocent. They have been searching for you all these years. Don't you recognize your parents? "

"Parents?" When Xiao Yi said these words, it was extremely astringent. Recalling these two unfamiliar words, a bitter smile formed on his lips: "For now, I don't want to meet my parents yet. I don't know how to face this feeling. Right now, the Xiao family is in a precarious situation. I think it's best to let Chao Ran manage the family single-mindedly. There really was such a day, perhaps it was fated. We should meet and get to know each other. "

Seeing the determination in Xiao Yi's eyes, Xiao Shuihan smiled bitterly. On such a night of family reunion and love, he felt so cold that he shrank back.

"Even if we meet and recognize each other. I will not return to the Xiao family in the end. " Xiao Yi's words were spoken with determination: "I have seen too many great courtyards full of schemes. I do not wish to be bound by such a cold city wall. Of course, I also do not want my children to live in such an environment. "Living in such an environment is too hard …"

"Will you hate me in the future?" Xiao Shuihan was silent for a long time before he finally opened his mouth.

Xiao Yi looked at the old man who looked like he was about to die, and spoke with a serious tone: "Actually, you are just like a flag of the Xiao Family. To you, and to the Xiao family, it is the same. "

"Hahaha." Xiao Shuihan began to laugh heartily with a desolate laugh, "What a great 'No love, no hatred'. Yi'er, do you know what's the most hurtful thing in the world? "

Xiao Yi lifted his head and looked at the stars in the sky. A trace of a struggle flashed across his face.

After Xiao Shuihan's cold laughter, his tears once again moistened his entire face. "The most hurtful thing in the world is not whether it's because I love you or because I hate you. But I have no love or hate for you, you have become irrelevant in my life. My, Xiao Shuihan's, life, is like fifty years. He would lead his clan to prosperity and select a successor. Even if Fei'Er and the others left, it wasn't my defeat. As the head of the family, this is my mission. One of the most unsuccessful things I ever did was to make my grandson neither love nor hate me. "What a good 'No love, no hate, hahaha..."

Tears rolled down his face as he laughed heartily in disappointment.

The night is cold, the tears are hot, the heart is disordered.

Xiao Yi seemed to not have the heart to continue watching, and finally raised his foot to walk down the path he came from. Just as his figure was about to disappear into the night, Xiao Shuihan suddenly shouted with all his might: "Yi'er, can you still call me grandfather again? I'll beg you one more time, will you? "

The pleading voice was very faint. However, it was heard clearly by Xiao Yi.

Xiao Yi's figure stiffened in the night wind. The footsteps stopped instantly. His eyes became watery once again as tears started to fall from his eyes.

Relying on Xiao Yi's eyesight, he could see that his grandfather Xiao Shuihan was at the brink of death, and his entire body was filled with old ailments. There wasn't much time left. This was the wish of an old man, and Xiao Yi didn't even know if there would be a next time he would meet her.

His body paused for a moment, and then, Xiao Yi started walking again in the darkness of the night. However, the road ahead was heavy with every step.

Finally, Xiao Yi bit his lower lip, and his lips were bitten open by Xiao Yi. Drops of blood oozed out.

"Grandfather."

In the end, Xiao Yi still said these two words.

The sound was very soft, as if it had been swallowed.

After shouting out these two unfamiliar words, Xiao Yi finally raised his head and walked into the darkness. He seemed to be staying for another minute. He couldn't leave the backyard tonight.

When these two words came out, he really wanted to turn around and throw himself into the old man's embrace.

In the end, however, he disappeared into the night.

Xiao Shuihan, who had just stood up in the rear garden, heard those two words. His entire body felt like it was being electrocuted, causing it to shake. In the end, it seemed as if Xiao Shuihan no longer had any strength left as he limped limply to sit on the ground.

The night was very cold and Xiao Shuihan's heart was very warm.

These two words gave Xiao Shuihan a bit of hope. Just like a firefly in the dark night, giving Xiao Shuihan some hope.

"Yi'er, I owe you so much." "This is all my fault." Xiao Shuihan muttered: "However, as long as you have a spark in your heart, I can ignite this torch."

Xiao Shuihan's low voice dissipated into the darkness of the night. Then, Xiao Shuihan just sat there in the dirt, looking up at the starlight that filled the sky.

He did not wipe them away, allowing the tears to flow down his neck.

In that moment, Xiao Shuihan wanted to understand. Was his tears hot or cold?

In the darkness of night, the red-colored steel wire on his wrist. Under the cover of the moonlight, it became even more resplendent.

The fire was as red as a man's tears. It was more like the fire of hatred, or the spark of kinship!