vstars Chapter 405 Sixth Brother, then this can be considered that there is a successor.
Chapter 405 Sixth Brother, then this can be considered that there is a successor.
By the time Hongxu finished cleaning the fish tank, his heartless father had already eaten and drunk his fill and gone to sleep. Having just suffered a loss at his father's hands, Hongxu dared not provoke him again. Led by Dexi, he went to his father's room to take a bath and change his clothes. He then found a place to sit in the flower hall, laid out the pile of items from his small bag on the ground, and began to study them seriously.
"Hmph, Uncle Nine is a liar. He told me before that this little bow and arrow was made of pure gold and was very valuable, but it turns out it's just a piece of junk. And Uncle Fourteen isn't a good person either. This dagger looks fancy and is inlaid with gems, but it's worthless unless you hit it. Uncle Ten is the only honest one. Why did he just give me a gold ingot? Hmph, I'll definitely have to tell Uncle Nine something next time I see him..."
There's a saying, "Don't talk about others behind their backs." Look, Hongxu is getting his just desserts. Just as he finished speaking, he heard his ninth uncle's slightly hoarse voice coming from the doorway.
"Well, isn't it true that timing is everything? If I hadn't arrived today, wouldn't I still have this image in your mind? Uncle Jiu is a liar? Hongxu, let me ask you, what did I lie to you about?"
Although he was caught red-handed talking about someone behind their back, the little guy wasn't guilty at all. He reached out and grabbed the small bow and arrow that his father had just identified as scrap metal, held it up in front of Yinzhen, and tilted his little head up, saying in a crisp voice.
"Uncle Jiu, look, this is the evidence that you lied to me. My father said that this little bow and arrow you gave me is nothing special. It's just a bunch of junk like that pile of stuff. Uncle Jiu, am I really that unpopular? Otherwise, why don't you all like me? These were all birthday gifts you gave me, and they're all fake..."
Just a moment ago, Yinzhen was standing there with his hands on his hips, righteously questioning everyone. But in such a short time, the roles have been reversed, and he's now the one humbly coaxing Hongxu. But Hongxu is crying so hard, and as his uncle, he can't just stand by and do nothing. The most important thing is that the kid is so loud. If he wakes up the sleeping ancestor outside, then he'll have to take the blame.
"Oh, my little darling, can we shut up? Come on, tell Uncle Jiu who told you that you're disliked. If I find out, I'll whip them until their face is covered in bruises. Don't listen to your father's nonsense. These things may not be priceless, but no one would dare call them junk. You said these are all your birthday gifts. How could your uncles and elders fool you with such fake things?"
Yinzhen struggled and sweated profusely before finally managing to coax the little guy out of his tears and into a smile. But as the saying goes, it's not the god-like opponent you should fear, but the pig-like teammate. And here comes his pig-like teammate.
"Hey, Hongxu, are you really planning to set up a street stall or perform some kind of martial arts with this pile of junk here? I'm not trying to discourage you, but a delicate little kid like you with those innocent, naive eyes, you'd probably be devoured whole if you went out there..."
Well, as soon as Yinzhuo said that, the horn on Hongxu's side immediately started going off. Yintang was at his wits' end, looking at this and that, and finally had no choice but to resign himself to manually ending the annoying noise. If you asked Yintang what he wanted to say to Yinzhuo, he would definitely tell him - go to sleep, I'm begging you.
No matter how upset Yin Tang was, Yin Zuo, the unscrupulous father who had played a prank on his son, was quite happy. But even in his happiness, he couldn't stop his son from having such a loud voice. After Yin Tang finally managed to appease him, Yin Zuo immediately ordered De Xi to take him away.
The weather in June was already quite hot. Yin Tang had been coaxing himself with a small stove for a long time, and now not only his forehead but also his body felt sticky and greasy, just like Yin Zuo was at ease with his father. Yin Tang was quite relaxed with Yin Zuo as well. After greeting Yin Zuo, he had someone take him to the back bath to wash up.
"Sixth Brother, it's not that I'm trying to criticize you, but Hongxu is your own son. Why do you always tease him like that? Look at how upset he was today, looking at me with teary eyes and saying he felt unloved. I almost burst into tears myself..."
Haha, you should be glad you held back your tears, otherwise everything that happened today would definitely be a new embarrassing moment in your life. Have you forgotten what this little guy is most attached to me about? It's that we both have a dream of winning an Oscar...
Yinzuo glanced at Yintang, who was still trying to persuade him to change his ways, and casually picked up an apricot from the table and threw it at him. Although Yintang was lecturing, it did not affect his reaction speed at all. He raised his hand to block it, and the apricot thrown by Yinzuo was already caught in Yintang's hand.
"Sixth Brother, let's talk, why are you getting so worked up? Besides, what did I say wrong? Hongxu is still so young, as his elders, we should give in to him. Look at how you've upset the child today..."
Goodness, it's only been a short while and you two are already in cahoots. Is it possible that what I did just now was already giving in to him?
“Little Jiu, come here, sit with your sixth brother. Look at that happy, beaming man in the yard, isn’t that your nephew? And you’re still worrying about him? Your sixth brother advises you to save your breath, otherwise I’m afraid one day you’ll be fooled by this kid until you’re left with nothing…”
Following the direction his sixth brother pointed, Yinzhen saw Hongxu peering into the large celadon vat in the courtyard. Good heavens, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that the little guy outside was all smiles and had just looked at him with teary eyes and asked pitifully, "Ninth Uncle, do you all dislike my poor little thing?"
"Sixth Brother, your mantle has now been passed on to a worthy successor..."
Listen to the deep resentment in his tone; he could probably go straight to a haunted house and play an NPC without even needing makeup. Upon hearing this, Yinzhu raised an eyebrow, glanced at Yintang, stood up, walked to his side, and patted him on the shoulder.
"Little Jiu, it doesn't matter whether your brother inherits this mantle or not, but I'm just praying that none of your sons will inherit it, otherwise I'm really afraid he'll get beaten up one day when he goes out..."
Having already sensed that he was teetering on the edge of getting beaten up, Yinzhen naturally didn't want to continue this unpleasant topic. However, with his sixth brother staring intently at him, changing the subject was clearly not an easy task.