Chapter Two, A Dream of Five Hundred Years (Middle)

However, Shen Mo felt that with himself present, the old man would surely regain his spirits. He tightly grasped the old man's hand, silently imparting strength to him

Shen Mo shook his head and said softly, "Why did that woman fly into a rage? I think she is deliberately looking for trouble"

However, it was evident that Shen He was no match for this shrew; his face flushed, and he was rendered speechless. After being scolded harshly, he finally managed to utter, "Isn't one allowed to walk in their own room?"

The ability to gauge the human heart did not vanish with the change of identity; he could sense that Shen He was in the painful stage of "self-doubt and self-reflection." It was a choice between rebuilding oneself or sinking into despair.

The loneliness and helplessness of his past life profoundly taught him that hard work and struggle could bring success and status, wealth and beauty, yet could never replace the affection of parents. That is the most selfless, purest, and most precious thing in the world, yet he had never possessed it.

With a grateful smile, he thought for a moment and then spoke: "You need not force yourself; once the child is in better health, there will be plans in place, and we need not worry about making a living." As he spoke, he grinned and added, "Perhaps next time, we might even achieve high marks."

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Silence was not accustomed to her accent from Anchang, and since it was all just insults anyway, there was no need to listen further. He wanted to drive that foul woman away, but he had no strength at all in his body and couldn't even sit up; he wanted to argue with her, yet he could hardly understand what she was saying, so he could only sulkily glance sideways and let the old man deal with her

Thus, silence decided to open its heart, striving to accept him and to enjoy this feeling at www.hetushu.com

He is not worried about his future fate; he believes that as long as he regains his health, his destiny will be in his own hands. No matter when or where he is, he is confident that he will succeed.

Shen He placed the bowl on the edge of the bed and said softly, "Take your time eating. After you finish, continue to sleep. The doctor said that sleeping is the best way to nourish oneself"

The shrew scolded for a full quarter of an hour, until the man called her to come home for dinner. Only then did she, still unsatisfied, spit out a thick phlegm and say: "If I don't die outside for a day, I will scold you for a day!" After saying this, she wobbled her plump backside and laboriously went downstairs.

Shen Mo rolled his eyes in silence and thought, "It's pointless for me to say anything about feelings." Just as he was about to speak to offer advice, he was stopped by Shen He, who waved his hand and said, "You should take good care of your health and not worry about anything; everything will be taken care of by your father."

Although Silent did not dare to agree, he was quite satisfied with the lack of need for self-justification, so he pressed his lips tightly together, smiling without speaking

Shen He seemed as if he did not recognize Shen Mo at all, looking him up and down, then affectionately ruffling his hair, he laughed happily and said, "Heaven has mercy, Chao Sheng has turned misfortune into fortune this time, growing up and becoming sensible."

Tears streamed down Shen He’s face as he suddenly stood up and ran towards the bed. However, he tripped over a chair leg, stumbled a few steps, and nearly hit his head against the edge of the bed. Ignoring all this, he grasped Shen Mo’s hand tightly and, with a choked voice, said: "Heaven has mercy, may the Buddha, Bodhisattva, and City God bless me, I have finally got my son back..."

"No," Shen He said, his expression darkening as he shook his head repeatedly. "This is the Shen family estate. Our family patriarch arranged for us to stay here. As for that shrew, she is just like us, seeking refuge with the family; she merely came first and bullied those who arrived later." The more he spoke, the more somber his expression became. Not wanting to discuss this further in front of his son, Shen He forced a smile and said, "Ignore her; just consider it a case of a tiger falling to the ground and being bullied by dogs."

He initially wanted to offer some words of encouragement, to explain to the old man the life principles such as "In every profession, there are outstanding individuals" and "Only the foolish bear dies, not the living who endure." However, upon reflection, he realized that as a son, it was clearly inappropriate for him to say such things, so he reluctantly fell silent.

Shen He was taken aback once again, and it was no wonder he was easily surprised. A previously taciturn youth suddenly uttered such profound words; anyone in his position would be astonished. However, Mr. Shen, being a scholar, quickly connected this to the metaphysical concept of "from extreme adversity comes great fortune." He stood up and walked a few circles in the room, rubbing his hands together in excitement, saying, "It seems our ancestors are watching over us, allowing my son's spiritual insight to awaken early; indeed, there is a predetermined fate in the unseen world!"

He is not worried about the immediate necessities of life, although this may seem like a significant issue. With this father around, he should not end up starving to death.

"Finding fault? Indeed it is," Shen He said with a wry smile. "This attic was originally her storeroom, and now it is occupied by the two of us, so of course she is not happy about it."

Shen He was immersed in ecstasy, how could he pay attention to these trivial matters? Holding him, she cried and laughed, making the seriously ill Chao Sheng feel utterly uncomfortable, yet he endured it all, allowing Shen He to vent her emotions

A night was spent in a haze of thoughts, and before I knew it, dawn had arrived. The little birds were chirping on the windowsill, searching for food, and they also woke Shen He, who was resting on the table. He rubbed his eyes and looked towards the bed, where he saw Shen Mo smiling at him.

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Now heaven has given him an opportunity to possess, which is simply the most precious gift for someone who has been an orphan since childhood and has never enjoyed the joys of family life

After a while, Shen He felt somewhat embarrassed and, wiping his tears with reddened eyes, said: "It is all my fault. In the past, I was obsessed with the examination halls and could not extricate myself, resulting in the complete ruin of our once prosperous family business, and I even caused your mother’s untimely death..." As he thought of his deceased wife, tears filled his eyes again, and he choked out: "When your mother was about to leave, she repeatedly urged me, time and again, to ensure that I raise you to adulthood. Yet, as soon as she departed, I nearly lost you... I, Shen He, have read the books of sages in vain, yet I have failed to be filial to my parents, I feel guilty towards my late wife, and I have no face to show to my only son. How can I face the world?" He choked out: "When your mother was about to leave, she repeatedly urged me, time and again, to ensure that I raise you to adulthood. Yet, as soon as she departed, I nearly lost you... I, Shen He, have read the books of sages in vain, yet I have failed to be filial to my parents, I feel guilty towards my late wife, and I have no face to show to my only son. How can I face the world?"

Watching her stagger away, Shen He felt a surge of frustration. Suddenly, hearing his stomach growl, he indignantly remarked, "Rude and uncivilized, simply beyond redemption!" This helped alleviate the gloom in his heart, and he forced a smile at Shen Mo, saying, "Chao Sheng, are you starving?"

Shen Mo slightly turned her head to avoid Shen He’s hand, and licked her cracked lips, saying: "Isn't it a pity to give up on something one has struggled for half a lifetime?"

Silence prevented him from falling asleep. He studied his father, who was lying on the table, in the dim light of the sky, his heart unable to find peace for a long time

The reason he cannot sleep is something that would make some people laugh out loud—he is overjoyed at the prospect of having a father who cares for him. Perhaps it is a blend of personalities, or perhaps it is a deep-seated desire; he feels no aversion whatsoever towards this father, who is clearly a failure in life, except for the embarrassment he feels when addressing him.

He carefully lifted a bag of rice from behind the door, gently poured some into the clay pot, then silently added water and started a fire. Sitting by the small clay stove, he fell into a daze, seemingly muttering to himself.

With all his strength, Shen Mo turned his hand to grasp his, and hoarsely said, "Do not cry..." Although he had already accepted it, how could the words "father" be so easily uttered?

Shen He stiffened, nodded vigorously, but did not speak further. Once the rice porridge was ready, he served a large bowl in front of Shen Mo and gently asked, "Can you eat by yourself?"

After a while, Shen He finally stabilized his emotions. He wiped the tears from his face and said with a self-deprecating smile, "I have never cried so freely in this lifetime." He lightly patted Shen Mo's shoulder and, with a very complex expression, said, "After decades of diligent study, I have come to realize that a scholar is of no use in this world. From today onwards, I will find a way to make a living and take good care of you"

Shen He clearly understood, which made his expression quite unpleasant. Several times he attempted to retort while she took a breath, but to his surprise, her lung capacity was astonishing, as she maintained a constant stream of chatter without any pause.

Silently moving his wrist, he nodded and said: "No problem, I have some strength in my hands now https://www.hetushu.com.com"

Silently, he could vaguely hear that his father was reciting, "Heaven will confer a great responsibility upon this person," and he knew that his father must be feeling very distressed. Wanting to say something, he was at a loss for words and could only softly comfort him, saying, "Everything will be alright."

Shen Mo vaguely guessed his decision, and with a pained expression said: "You..." Just as the words were about to be spoken, they were interrupted by a heavy knocking at the door

Shen He paced heavily in the room for a few circles, suddenly coming to a halt, and looked at Shen Mo with great seriousness, as if he had made the most significant decision. He said in a deep voice: "Chao Sheng, your father has decided to stop studying from now on"

Shen He, feeling helpless, could only remain silent, wearing a sullen expression as he let her scold him.

Silently, he nodded slightly, observing the old man lift the clay pot, turn around, and sit down with his back to him, seemingly eating, yet also appearing to weep

"What is this? In your own house?" The furious woman exclaimed, spitting as she spoke: "Is this your home? Last night, wasn't it my attic?" Following this, there was a rapid-fire barrage of curses, and I couldn't understand a single word.

As the two turned back, they saw that the door had already been pushed open, and an angry woman appeared before them. She was dressed in a colorful, wrinkled long skirt, with a short and stout figure and an unpleasant face. Pointing at them with a finger resembling a carrot, she began to scold: "You old fool and young girl, walking back and forth in the hall so early in the morning, are you in a hurry to report the first birth?"

Are we living in her house?" he said in disbelief, as in his impression, the old man was a pedant who cared deeply about his pride, someone who would rather build a straw hut than live under someone else's roof. How could he suddenly change his character?