Three anecdotes

"Father—" Feng Xing was about to come out of the bathtub after taking a bath. After all, it was a child. His father just tore off his pants like a rice dumpling. He was naked. It was a bit uncomfortable to get up now. Sorry.

Shang Quhan didn't seem to see his son's embarrassment, and just read the book on his own.Feng Xing took off a large towel from Mu Shi, dried himself and quickly changed into clean clothes. I don't know when his father prepared it, but he didn't notice it.He carefully tied up his obscene clothes, put down the screen, and knelt down when he walked around to the bed, "Children shouldn't lie to their father."

Shang Quhan put down the book in his hand, and his eyes fell on the feather duster beside the bed.

Feng Xing reached out to grab the duster, but was suddenly glared at by his father. Shang Quhan picked up the duster with one hand, and slapped it on Xiao Fengxing's arm with a "swish".

Feng Xing didn't dare to hide, but the habit formed by years of martial arts practice made him involuntarily reach out to block it, and when he realized something was wrong, he quickly withdrew his posture and stood up for a while, "The child is rude."

Shang Quehan glanced at him, "How long are you going to kneel on the ground?"

Only then did Feng Xing realize what his father meant, and he stood up quickly.Shang Qinhan pulled up the quilt to cover him, and wrapped Fengxing like a snow doll. Fengxing had never tried his father's care since he could remember. awkward.He hid himself in the quilt, he dared not look at his father, he only dared to stare at his father's feet, the father was still wearing boots, the child kept beating in his heart, he had already said what he wanted to admit his mistake, how to start Woolen cloth?

"I'm wearing shoes not waiting for you to wash your feet, but thinking, if you don't understand anymore, I will hug you in myself." Shang Quhan's voice could not be called gentle in any case, even a little soft No, the combination of distress and blame in the words made Fengxing feel even more guilty.

The father in my memory was very strict, but he definitely loved me very much.The uncles in the army always said that his father favored the junior uncle, and he was not so pampering to himself, but only he knew that it was his father who carried him back from the snow every time he was frozen.He can't just love himself, because his love has expectations.

"Father—" Feng Xing lowered his head unconsciously.

However, Shang Quhan suddenly grabbed the quilt and turned the child around, grabbed the feather duster, and slapped him hard on his buttocks through the quilt, "Why did you hit you?"

His father rarely beat him like this.Punishment is to hit the flesh, this is their rule.

Feng Xing bit his lip, raised his eyes slightly, with a guilty look, but very stubborn.

His gaze met Shang Quhan's gaze, and he didn't evade or back down at all, and even loosened the hands that were clutching the quilt in front of his chest.

Shang Quhan didn't wait for his answer, and lifted the quilt that was dragged behind like a tail like a small cloak.Through the thin obscene clothes, a hand holding a pen, a gun, and a tiger talisman equal to half the size of the beam is holding his buttocks, and the other hand has no military stick or ruler, but a feather duster, " Huan'er." Shang Quhan called him that.

"Father." He stubbornly didn't call Dad.

Probably because he has such a good relationship with his son, Shang Quhan is not very picky about the difference in names.At the top, he is called father king, in the camp he is called father commander, and when he returns home, he can be called father or father. If Feng Xing calls father when he should be called father commander, the army stick will not be taken lightly.However, when he was expecting something with such a commoner attitude, his son's "father" made him a little sad, he didn't want to admit it, and he was a little angry.

"You have never been an ignorant child." Shang Quhan said so.He has always valued fashion, and this sentence is almost a severe accusation.

Feng Xing choked his throat, and after a while, he wrapped the thick quilt around his waist, stretched out his hand and pushed his father's hand on his hip, and took off his obscene pants, "You hit me."

"Whew!" He slapped the feather duster hard.A feeling he had never felt before.Batons, boards, and even whips, his father had always told him to be a man, and he was used to the kind of hard or sharp pain.The feather duster, in his mere ten years of life, was a ridiculous instrument of torture.However, this record made him feel uncomfortable in his heart.Father Marshal has always supervised him very strictly. When he did not do well, there were dozens of hits, but there was never one like this time.He was wrapped in a big quilt and was beaten with half of his butt exposed. His palms were sweaty, and he couldn't grasp the quilt.

Shang Quhan looked at the bright red mark on his son's upturned buttocks. He sat on the bed in that extremely majestic sitting posture. The child was hugging a quilt. The quilt was very thick, making him look even smaller.For so many years, he has never thought about this problem. Feng Xing is only ten years old, and no one dares to remind him like that.But now, watching his slender arms desperately carrying the thick quilt, the softest part of him belonging to his father inadvertently ached.So, he grabbed his son, tore off the quilt, and pressed him on his lap. "咻, 咻, 咻, 咻" four times in a row, most of the quilt was dragged on the ground, and while the son was stunned, he was also stunned.

Feng Xing almost forgot the pain in his buttocks, he turned his head a little confused, wanting to see his father's eyes.The first time he could remember being beaten was when he was a little over two years old, and he had just stood firm.He remembered that at that time, his father made him take off his pants and lie on the small stool to be beaten.She was not allowed to move, not allowed to cry, and fell off a small stool because she was unsteady on her stomach, and she was still hungry.Ever since he accepted the family law, he never thought that one day he would be pressed on his leg.

"Whoosh!" Another blow, Shang Yuhan hit him too hard, interrupting Fengxing's memory, "I know my mistake, thank you father for punishing me." He said that instinctively.

Shang Quhan suddenly grabbed his arm and snorted coldly.

Feng Xing quickly got up from his father's lap, and knelt at his feet, "The child has made father handsome."

Shang Quhan didn't even look at him, just snapped his fingers casually, and ordered outside the door, "Find a bench."

"Huan'er go by yourself." Feng Xing raised his head.

Shang Quhan ignored him.

Feng Xing is not the kind of child who can be tempered, "I went to the doctor to see it, and said it was a cold, and said it was because the child is in good health, and he will be fine after taking a few doses of medicine." He was not lying, just took a hot bath, I drank ginger soup again, and indeed I didn't cough for a while.

Shang Quehan glanced at him, "It doesn't look like he's confused."

Feng Xing knelt forward a little bit, next to his father's feet, "Father cares about my body the most, otherwise, Huan'er wouldn't dare to lie."

Shang Quhan had calmed down a bit, but he became angry again when he said this.

Feng Xing looked at Shang Quhan's boots, "Ask the shadow guard to bring in some hot water, and Huan'er will wash your father's feet first."

Shang Quehan glared at him, but said nothing.

Fengxing took a deep breath, and within a moment, he heard movement at the door.The shadow guards have all followed Shang Quhan for more than ten years, so they naturally knew what he wanted the stool for at this time, so they simply put it down and left.But suddenly I heard Feng Xing calling, "Brother Wang."

Shang Quhan couldn't help but change his expression slightly, Feng Xing looked up at his father, "Father has been driving for several days, let the soldiers fight."

Shang Quhan didn't answer his words, but walked to the door and brought in the stool, and said two words casually, "Hang the wall."

Fengxing's face turned pale, but he just lowered his head, "My child understands." He stood up, lifted the stool to the wall, lightly tapped his arms on the surface of the stool, twisted his legs together, and used his legs He pulled up the stool vertically with all his strength, and then gently exerted force on his waist and abdomen, so that one corner of the stool was supported on the wall. At this time, his hands were hugging the other two legs of the stool backwards, Because at this time, the whole body is pulled sideways and hung on the wall, so it is called wall hanging.This kind of wall hanging is actually a kind of handstand, but because you can't support it with your hands, the whole thing depends on the angle of the two stool corners hanging between the walls, so when you do it, every inch of your body must be tense , You will fall if you are not careful, but it is much harder and more tiring than handstand.This kind of punishment usually uses bamboo poles, because Fengxing's skill is not enough, so a stool is used.Shang Quhan seldom punished people for hanging on the wall, even a naughty person like Jing Shanbo would be so frightened for three months that he would not make a mistake when he heard the word "hanging the wall".

After all, Feng Xing was still a child, and after drinking a cup of tea, he felt his limbs go numb, and even his toes were aching like cramps.Shang Quhan poured the footwashing water and walked in the door, only to see that a puddle of sweat had accumulated on the ground, and Xiao Fengxing's entire back was soaked.

Shang Yanhan kicked the corner of the stool casually, Feng Xing didn't have any strength, and fell into his arms all at once, and the bench also fell heavily, in the dead of night, Shang Qinhan immediately hooked the stool and put it down slowly.

Seeing his father's unkind expression, Feng Xing knew that his kung fu was not in place. It is said that when the third uncle was practicing on the bamboo pole, no matter how his father kicked the bamboo pole, he could move and flash on it without falling off. He couldn't practice well on the stools, and was about to apologize, but saw Shang Qinhan wipe his face with a large towel, "I'm sweating, I think it will be better tomorrow."

"Father—" Fengxing felt extremely guilty at the moment, but before he could say anything, he heard Shang Quhan sigh and put him on the ground, "I will give you whatever you want."

"I—" Feng Xing didn't seem to dare to explain.

Shang Qunhan's eyes suddenly turned cold, "When will I give it, I have my own discretion."

"I just want to worship my mother once!" Feng Xing knelt heavily.The knee hit the ground with a clang, which made people feel distressed.

Shang Quhan's eyes were rare indifference, "I never forbid you to worship your mother."

Feng Xing walked forward on his knees, "But every year during the Dragon Boat Festival, what mother wants to see most—"

Shang Quhan didn't let him finish, but took out another small coin from his bosom. He never said it was a birthday present, but he gave his son one every year, "You know it's over Duanyang, Huan'er, you are now 11 years old."

"Father—" Shang Conghuan called Shang Quhan.

Shang Quhan just extinguished the candle from the air, "It's getting late, would you rather sleep with dad, or would you take off your pants and go to the stool to dry your family law?"

Feng Xing held onto the coin tightly, but finally, stubbornly moved the bench to Shang Quhan's bed, "Father, sleep peacefully, I will be careful not to catch a cold."

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Xiao Fengxing may not be as unforgettable as Little Hedgehog and Little Yellow Riding Hood's feelings for his mother, but a child's desire for his mother will not change.Many things, the most ruthless emperor's family