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"Hahahahahaha."
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha."
Fan Jian stroked his beard proudly, a smile playing on his lips.
This child has truly exceptional writing skills!
In terms of literary cultivation, he is far superior to his mother.
As expected of someone who shares your surname, their literary talent is just like yours.
Although I haven't touched a book in a long time now, I mostly look at accounts.
But back in my younger days...
He was also a very refined scholar.
He is probably no less capable than Mr. Su, who taught Fan Xian.
Besides being proud of Fan Xian's outstanding literary talent.
What pleased Fan Jian even more was Fan Xian's emotional dependence on him as his father.
It's hard to meet again.
Fan Jian understood when he saw those words.
This poem was written for myself.
He shook his head with a hint of helplessness, and sighed softly as if he were truly troubled.
Alas, even a child prodigy with extraordinary intelligence is still just a child.
While in Danzhou, he naturally missed his father who was far away in the capital.
After all, what child in the world doesn't depend on their parents?
Fan Jian poured himself a cup of tea and leisurely drank it.
Sipping fragrant tea, I carefully read the poems that followed.
Like silkworms spinning silk until death, or candles burning until they are ash, so too does life end.
Upon reading this, Fan Jianzhuang's solemn and composed face and eyes turned slightly red.
On the one hand, ashamed of,
At least, he didn't know.
On the contrary, he had left his illegitimate son in Danzhou for so many years.
Logically speaking, he should resent his father for neglecting him.
On the one hand, I was deeply moved.
Fan Xian is such a sensible child.
Not only do I not blame myself at all, but I also understand and appreciate myself.
He felt that he had made selfless contributions to the family and that he was a great father.
Sigh, this child has changed a lot compared to how I used to remember him.
I never expected that I would write such a poem to praise myself.
However, as a father, it is remarkable to receive such high praise from his son.
Fan Jian felt that he had no regrets in this life!
Fan Jian turned the letter to the next page, his lips still curving upwards.
His eyes seemed to hold a hope that he would see something more.
However, the next moment, what I saw was this text from Fei Jie...
Honestly, it's hard to believe that a five-year-old could write such a poem.
But I've been here so long, I can see it very clearly.
Fan Xian held his Master Su in deep affection and profound respect.
It's no exaggeration to say that Fan Xian regards Mr. Su as both a brother and a father!
Therefore, he was able to write such a poem for Mr. Su.
I'm not so surprised; it makes perfect sense.
In an instant, the smile on Fan Jian's face vanished.
He froze, completely petrified, standing there dumbfounded!
His face would turn pale and then bluish.
Fan Xian regards Mr. Su as both an elder brother and a father!
This poem is a gift for Mr. Su!
Therefore, it is difficult to meet, and difficult to part.
He was reluctant to part with Su Yu because she was going to the capital and leaving Danzhou.
And that line, "The silkworm spins silk until its death..."
He was clearly grateful for Su Yu's companionship and guidance during the year or so he spent in Danzhou.
Selfless dedication and meticulous nurturing.
Fan Jian sighed and gave a wry smile.
Yes, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't seem like something someone would write to themselves.
If it was written to Su Yu, then it makes sense.
He had gotten too carried away with his own success and that's why he associated the poem with himself.
Sigh, Su Yu also taught Fan Xian with all her heart for so long.
Even if there's no merit, there's still hard work involved.
Moreover, children will naturally be closer to whoever treats them well.
It's just that Ruoruo's time there was relatively short; otherwise, she probably would have developed a deeper relationship with him than with herself.
Yes, that's normal, perfectly normal.
Fan Jian kept reassuring himself as he thought this.
Unfortunately, understanding and acceptance are two different things.
"Sigh, I'm not drinking anymore, I'm not drinking anymore."
Fan Jian waved his hand and tossed aside the tea he had been enjoying so much.
At this moment, I only feel that this tea is extremely bitter and unpleasant to drink!
And that letter from the old lady, no matter how I look at it, just doesn't look right.
Especially the words "Mr. Su" inside!
He is now filled with resentment and anger.
Outrageous!
Hey, you surnamed Su, you stole my son!
And, deep down, his unconscious envy and jealousy!
In addition, he looked at the two characters 'Fei Jie' at the bottom of the signature.
A sense of sullenness arose unconsciously within me.
That old Fei!
Why didn't you make it clear from the beginning that the poem was written for Su Yu, instead of writing it at the very end?
I was so excited, only to find out later.
That timeless poem was written by my son to praise someone!
Honestly, they can't even write a letter.
He really is a brute who only knows how to kill, and an illiterate man who knows nothing!
The entire Supervisory Council is full of brutes and illiterate idiots!
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Chapter 49 Chen Pingping: If only Miss were still here
Kyoto, Prosecutor's Office.
In the dark, secret room, a gaunt old man sat in a wheelchair.
Quietly watching the few wildflowers that were about to wither in the corner.
Some sunlight streamed in through the window, falling directly on the flowers.
His face was calm, showing no emotion whatsoever.
Only occasionally did a few subtle, complex emotions flicker in those eyes.
It was both joy and sorrow.
In fact, this subtle emotion went unnoticed by anyone.
After all, there aren't many people in this world who dare to look this old man in the eye.
And there are even fewer people who can make him reveal his true feelings.
There are practically no people who can combine both of these traits.
Chen Pingping is the head of the Supervisory Council and wields immense power.
He was an absolutely important minister in the Qing Kingdom, second only to the emperor.
The undisputed King of the Night is a figure who strikes fear into the hearts of the people of Qing and Qi.
But only he himself knows.