Ink Burns

Chapter 35: Crawling Forward

Shanyue was still crawling on the ground, the broken porcelain pieces scratched the back of her hand, which hurt through her jacket and cotton-padded jacket. She tried hard to adjust her posture so that her knees would not touch the ground - if she knelt down before her dead enemy, the ghosts would laugh at her poverty after her death!

Duan's sobbing stopped for a moment, and she raised her head suddenly, her eyes wide open: "Cheng Daxing, what do you mean!"

Cheng Xinghe did not understand immediately at first. After tasting the food, his expression was first one of surprise, then turned into hesitation and surprise, and finally he shrank his shoulders back and became silent and forbearing.

Master Cheng ignored Duan. His triangular eyes, squeezed into his flesh, burst out with a fascinating brilliance, staring at Shanyue: "I don't understand this thing called painting, but I have heard that painting people is about painting bones, and painting scenery is about painting rhyme."

Master Cheng said in a drawn-out voice: "What your painting means is that Dalang and Master Liu look very similar?"

Shan Yueban raised his head, looking flustered and bewildered: "I don't know. I found out after I finished the painting that Da Lang and Lord Liu are 60% to 70% similar. It's rare for ordinary people to have 40% to 50% similarity between brothers, fathers and sons, and sisters. Lord Liu is getting old, and he always grows a beard. Fortunately, I am a painter, so I can draw a complete side profile based on the bone structure of the brow arch and the corner of the eye."

Shan Yue burst into tears: "I didn't draw this picture intentionally! - I, I, my lover can't be the old Lord Liu!"

Yes.

Your lover is not Magistrate Liu, but someone else’s lover is Magistrate Liu.

Wearing a green hat is fine.

Just dump him a worn-out bitch and that's fine.

It would be fine if they just treated him as the Liu family's breeding animal.

He always thought that his son was at least his own! !
At least my son has no doubts!

He risked his life and dignity, taking whatever rubbish he wanted, losing all his face, wasn't it just for the glory of the Cheng family? ! Wasn't it just so that if he endured, his bloodline would be able to flourish! ? A man lives his whole life, swallowing his anger, enduring hardships, isn't it just to leave offspring? !

In order to protect the bloodline, as long as Duan went out, he would not touch her for a month. Even with such strict precautions, could he not stop her?
no no.

He wanted to slap himself twice now.

The Chuihua Gate was loose like a cloth bag that could not be tied, and people were like loaches, sliding out with a "swish" and could also slide in with a "swish". He was buying and collecting herbs in the deep mountains, and Duan didn't go out, so who could guarantee that Magistrate Liu wouldn't come in?
It feels good to sleep with someone else's wife. Wouldn't it be twice as comfortable to sleep with someone else's wife in someone else's bed?

He endured it for most of his life.

I've endured it for half my life!

He now doubts that his son is not his?! His son may not be his now! ?
Master Cheng stood up slowly. Due to his obesity, his heels dragged on the ground. He walked a few steps to Duan and stood in front of her like a mountain. His huge body enveloped Duan so tightly that not even a trace of light could penetrate. Duan's face was gray and black.

Master Cheng pinched Duan's neck with one hand, and slowly raised his other hand, and slapped Duan on both sides of her face continuously with "pa pa pa" as if he was slapping a fly!
"Cheng Xinghe, is he my child?"

After ten slaps, Master Cheng grabbed Duan's jaw tightly and asked.

Duan's eyes were full of stars, her hands were clenched on the stool, and she cried bitterly: "Yes! He is your son! His last name is Cheng!"

"Pa pa pa!" Master Cheng continued to slap!
After fanning ten, stop again.

"I'll ask you again, is Cheng Xinghe my child?"

Duan's ears were already ringing, her head was shaking back and forth involuntarily, her eyes were dull, and before she could say anything, a slap like thunder and lightning struck again. Duan's head was like a flying butterfly, her ears were blurry, and she struggled to raise her head, only to see Cheng Daxing's fat face and red eyes.

Duan screamed, "No! No! No! Are you happy?"

Master Cheng stopped.

Duan screamed!

Over the years, I have received slaps! I have been whipped! My wrists have been swollen! My shoulder blades have been broken! The pain in my body has surged from my heart to my throat!
"You are so fat! I feel sick just thinking about it! When you hold me, it's like a greasy mountain of meat pressing on me! I have been sick for twenty years! Ah! Ah! Ah! Your entire body combined is not as fat as a single hair of yours!" Duan opened her hands at her sides and screamed hysterically with her eyes closed.

Shan Yue had his back to him and could only see Master Cheng's back.

Shanyue raised his head and quickly glanced at Cheng Xinghe standing beside him, and then he felt so disgusted that he wanted to vomit - this eight-foot-tall man, huddled aside, his own mother was almost beaten to death, but he pretended not to see it, the whole person was like an insignificant shadow.

After Duan's heart-wrenching howl, there was a moment of silence, and then she was finally met with Master Cheng's violent rage like a storm.

Master Cheng let go, and Duan suddenly sat back on the stool. Master Cheng pursed his lips tightly and picked up a flower from his side. "Pah!" The flower smashed on Duan's forehead! The next moment, four or five streams of blood slowly flowed down from her temples and forehead.

Master Cheng gnashed his teeth and said, "I will beat you to death. I will definitely beat you to death."

After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave. His eyes were already bloodshot, and he murmured, as if talking to himself: "The medicine store's account books, warehouses, and land deeds will be handed over to Erlang tomorrow. Although he is Pang's illegitimate son, he is at least mine. At least it's mine. At least it's my seed."

When Master Cheng was about to walk out of the main hall, he was hit three times on the back of his head by a blunt object. He stood still, and after a slight pause, he slowly slid down against the door frame, and finally fell to the ground with a loud bang like a mountain collapsing. A large pool of blood spread from the back of his head, and his open eyes were like the finishing touch in this blood net.

Behind him stood his eldest son whose bloodline was unknown.

Cheng Xinghe held a half-arm-long, exquisite large bronze mirror in his hands, gasping for breath, standing there at a loss. After a while, there was a loud bang, and the bronze mirror fell to the ground. Cheng Xinghe took two steps back in disbelief and knelt down beside Duan.

“Ah——” Shan Yue’s scream rang out at the right moment: “Ah——Ah——Help——He’s dead! He’s dead!”

The servants and maids guarding outside the main hall rushed in.

Duan stood up shakily: "Get out, get out, get out quickly!"

She had to hold on tight and said sternly, "The master has fainted! Call a doctor! Go and call... Call Dr. Cao, who is familiar to us! No one is allowed to come in without my order!"

He immediately turned around, wiped the blood off his head with his sleeve, and pulled up his son who was kneeling and crying beside him: "Why are you crying! Clean the blood from under your father's body immediately! Call your sister in! Cheer up if you don't want to be charged with patricide!"

Amid the chaos of people coming and going, Shanyue took advantage of the chaos to crawl forward quickly, crawled to the side of Master Cheng's body, turned sideways and hid something very quickly.

　Don’t you want to use your monthly votes to celebrate the death of the fat guy?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)