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Ah Wu poured the water from the wooden bucket into the big tub, and the rising mist blinded his eyes.He just raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, holding back the tears.

Ye Qing couldn't cry, and Ah Wu couldn't cry.Only when everyone smiles, can this day pretend to be quiet and peaceful, and everything goes well.

"The water is ready, let's change clothes." Ah Wu said.

The relationship between Ah Wu and Ye Qing was not as rigid as other masters and servants, and Ye Qing didn't care about it at all.

Ye Qing stretched out his hand to test the temperature of the water, nodded in response, and said casually, "Go out, I'll do it myself."

Ah Wu didn't move, he lowered his head.

Ye Qing smiled and said, "Why, do you want to wash with me?"

Ah Wu still didn't move, he lowered his head and pinched the corner of his clothes.

Ye Qing teased him: "Hey, go out. After I leave, you can wash slowly by yourself."

Ah Wutou seemed to be getting more bored, and after a while he said in a low voice: "How much did you hit this time?...Does it hurt?"

The corners of Ye Qing's smiling mouth stiffened for a moment, and then he said softly: "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt at all. This is the same as when I was learning martial arts..."

Ye Qing's words suddenly stopped. ——I really shouldn’t poke my own sore spots.

Ye Qing immediately changed his words: "It really doesn't hurt."

Ah Wu raised his head and said, "Let me see!"

Ye Qing laughed again: "What are you looking at? You and I don't both look the same. I want to see you take off your clothes and look in the mirror." After speaking, he subconsciously tucked his clothes up again.

"..." Ah Wu snorted, turned his head and left, "I'll get you some medicine! Don't die of pain!"

As soon as Ah Wu left, Ye Qing loosened his belt.The coat slid from shoulders to ankles and piled up at his feet.Facing Ah Wu's back, Ye Qing sighed quietly and said, "Don't worry, life is at stake."

The coat was easily taken off, but the white silk close-fitting clothes were inevitably stained with flesh and blood.Ye Qing was wearing this white silk close-fitting body when his father was beating him.At this moment, the bloodstains on the white silk clothes were clearly visible, and the bloodstains were a little hardened, and they couldn't be pulled off with force.

Fortunately, after three years, Ye Qing has some experience in such situations.He took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, stroked the wall of the bucket, and stepped his legs into the basin.After standing in the basin with both legs, he stroked the wall of the bucket with both hands, closed his eyes, and sat directly in the warm water.

"Hiss—hmm." Ye Qing clasped the barrel wall tightly with one hand, and covered his mouth with the other.

I really don't want anyone else to hear my cry of pain.

The water wasn't too hot, but it stimulated the wound, and the pain doubled and surged up.Ye Qing felt a little dark in front of his eyes, if he suppressed it irrationally, he might jump out of the water in the next moment.But Ye Qing still let himself soak in warm water.After soaking for half a cup of tea, he stretched out his hand and took off the soaked white silk clothes and pants attached to his body.His hands were already trembling unconsciously.

He hissed a few times, and finally stripped the last bit of clothes off his body.The clothes were torn in several places, and the blood turned a very light pink in the warm water.

Ye Qing let out a long sigh in the mist, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Why did his father treat him like this.

Ye Qing has always been reluctant to think about this question, because when he thinks about it, he will think of all kinds of things in the past three years, and his heart will feel suffocated and painful.

Ye Qing has a highly respected father.Whether it is in the Jianghu or in the officialdom, the Ye family has some connections.The Ye family made their fortune through business, gained a foothold through money, and stabilized their foundation through connections.Whether it is his father Ye Lingyun's personal talents or his strategies for dealing with the world, Ye Qing has always admired him since he was a child, and deeply regards him as a role model.When he was very young, he even told his younger brother Ye Cang that he wanted to be a wise man like his father. —but his father never looked him in the eye, never.

In the past three years, on the day of Ye Yun's memorial ceremony, his father's expression was always gloomy.And Ye Qing would be called to kneel in front of Ye Yunling, to repent and make amends all night long.The father's beating is a necessary part of the show, as long as no one is killed, Ye Qing's cries for mercy will be ignored.

Why did his father treat him like this?Just because Ye Yan died?But if Ye Qing hadn't tried his best to protect him that year, Ye Lingyun might not have seen the last side of Ye Yun.

Ye Qing thought what if he was the one who died that day?Would my father want to treat Ye Yan like this to me now... How could it be possible, he made himself laugh just by imagining it.

Ye Yan, Ye Dacai, the future young boss of the Ye Mansion, whoever achieves great things does not care about small things, but he is just a dead brother, how can he stop his radiant sunshine...

It's not that Ye Qing never thought about dying, it's just that when he was very young, Master Yanwu told him that no matter what, he must live, and it's better to live than to die.To a large extent, people learn martial arts not to pursue any happiness, but to save their lives.He felt right.

Except for this day every year, except for father's sarcastic remarks, at least he is still the second young master here, isn't he?

Ye Qing sighed deeply, something in the mist suddenly choked him.Ye Qing suddenly arched his back and began to cough violently, his back started to twitch, he covered his mouth and lowered his voice.

He knew that his health had already begun to deteriorate, and it was nothing to be beaten. The main reason was that his martial arts were abolished three years ago, and his vitality was seriously injured. Unexpectedly, he fell ill for the first time.

No one in the Ye family knew, Ye Lingyun didn't know, the two younger brothers didn't know, and Ah Wu didn't know either.

Ye Qing inhaled and exhaled deeply, leaned on his back in the bathtub, his eyes were empty, and finally there was a rare expression of extreme sadness on his face.