novelweb Chapter 1351 How do you...
Chapter 1351 How do you...
On a hot summer evening, the sun shines through the gaps in the locust trees in the yard, and mottled light and shadow dance on the ground. Zhao Aimin sat in the pavilion, looking up at the sky, with a complicated mood. His son Zhao Lei came over with a glass of refreshing drink and sat next to him with a smile.
"Dad, what are you thinking about?" Zhao Lei asked.
Zhao Aimin sighed and said, "I'm thinking about Zhao Yang. He hasn't come back for several days. I'm a little worried."
Zhao Lei patted his father's shoulder and comforted him: "My brother should be fine. He may be busy with studies or has something to deal with. Don't worry too much."
Just as they were talking, there was a rush of footsteps at the door of the courtyard. Zhao Aimin and Zhao Lei looked up and saw Zhao Yang panting and running into the courtyard, followed by a strange young man.
"Dad, Dad!" Zhao Yang shouted loudly, panting heavily as he ran to Zhao Aimin, "This is my friend, Liu Lan. He was injured today. I brought him back to ask for your help."
Zhao Aimin and Zhao Lei immediately stood up and looked at the young man behind Zhao Yang. Liu Lan was dressed in shabby clothes, with blood stains on his forehead, and looked miserable.
"Mr. Liu, are you injured?" Zhao Aimin asked with concern.
Liu Lan shook her head quickly, "It's okay, I was just bullied a bit by a bunch of people. Thank you for letting me in."
Zhao Aimin signaled Zhao Lei to get the medical kit, then asked Liu Lan to sit down and treat his wounds personally. Zhao Yang stood aside, frowning and looking worried.
"Dad Zhao, I saved Liu Lan today. He had been learning skills from a master before, but that master was not a good person." Zhao Yang lowered his voice and said, "His name is Xu Damao, and he is an out-and-out bad guy. I don't want him to Liu Lan messes with him again."
After hearing this, Zhao Aimin frowned. He was well aware of Xu Damao's bad behavior and had repeatedly discouraged Zhao Yang from becoming his teacher. He knew in his heart that this matter was no small matter.
Zhao Lei walked over with the medical kit. Seeing Liu Lan's injuries, he showed a hint of anger, "This Xu Damao has gone too far! We can't sit idly by and watch."
Zhao Aimin thought for a moment, then stood up and said with firm eyes: "Zhao Yang, I know you are a good friend, but I don't want you to have any contact with Xu Damao anymore. I will find a way to deal with this matter."
After hearing his father's words, Zhao Yang felt grateful in his heart, and he nodded quickly to express his understanding.
"Then what should we do now?" Zhao Lei asked.
Zhao Aimin thought for a moment and then said: "First of all, we have to ensure Liu Lan's safety. Next, I will find a way to deal with Xu Damao's matter so that he can't harm others again."
Zhao Aimin was sitting at his desk, playing with an ancient bronze artifact that he bought at an antique market many years ago. His heart was heavy, his thoughts were confused, and he had been worried about Zhao Yang.
Zhao Aimin knew how bad Xu Damao was, and he was unwilling to let his son Zhao Bugui learn from such a person. He tried to persuade Zhao Bugui many times, but the young son insisted on having his own way and insisted on becoming Xu Damao's disciple.
"Dad, you don't understand. Xu Damao has superb skills. I must learn from him!" Zhao Bugui said confidently.
Zhao Aimin sighed, knowing his son's stubbornness, but there was nothing he could do about it. He knew in his heart that if he didn't stop it, he might regret it later.
At this moment, there was a rush of footsteps in the yard. Zhao Aimin looked up and saw Zhao Yang running in panting, with a look of anxiety on his face.
"Dad, Dad, something happened!" Zhao Yang gasped.
Zhao Aimin and Zhao Bugui quickly stood up and asked, "What happened?"
Zhao Yang bit his lip, trying to calm down his emotions, and then said: "Liu Lan was injured. He is waiting for me at the school gate. I have to take him home immediately."
Upon hearing the news, Zhao Aimin and Zhao Bugui looked at each other, feeling uneasy in their hearts. Liu Lan is a good friend of Zhao Bugui and is known to Zhao Aimin. They are very concerned about him.
"We have to rush over immediately to see him." Zhao Aimin said, nervousness revealed in his tone.
The three of them hurried across the yard and arrived at the school gate. Liu Lan was seen standing there, his forehead stained red with blood, his face pale, and he was obviously seriously injured.
"Liu Lan, are you okay?" Zhao Bugui stepped forward and asked with concern.
Liu Lan shook her head, her voice trembling: "I'm fine, I was just beaten by a group of people."
Zhao Aimin stared at Liu Lan and asked in a stern tone: "Who beat you? Why?"
Liu Lan stammered: "It's... it's Xu Damao and a group of people... they said I betrayed him, so... just..."
After Zhao Bugui heard this, his eyes were filled with anger and he said angrily: "Damn Xu Damao! How could he treat you like this!"
Zhao Aimin's heart sank, and he decided that he could no longer sit idly by. He looked at Zhao Bugui and said solemnly: "Bugui, I ask you again not to take Xu Damao as your teacher. He is a dangerous person and you should not deal with him."
After hearing his father's words, Zhao Bugui's eyes flashed with hesitation and struggle. Finally, he lowered his head and nodded silently.
Early the next morning, the sun shone through the window into Zhao Aimin's bedroom, casting a ray of golden light on his face, warm and bright. He slowly opened his eyes and his thoughts began to wander in his mind, recalling everything that had happened yesterday.
After getting up, Zhao Aimin hurried into the kitchen and started preparing breakfast for his family. His son Zhao Bugui sat at the dining table with a thoughtful expression, the fatigue of a sleepless night still hanging on his face.
"Bu Gui, you didn't sleep last night, okay?" Zhao Aimin asked with concern.
Zhao Bugui sighed and nodded: "Yes, Dad. I have been thinking about what happened yesterday."
Zhao Aimin took a deep look at his son, feeling filled with guilt and uneasiness. He knew that he had a great influence on Zhao Bugui, but he could not completely control his son's choices.
"Bu Gui, I know you really want to learn art, but Xu Damao is not a good person. He is not worthy of your becoming your teacher." Zhao Aimin said firmly.
Zhao Bugui lowered his head silently, and he began to realize that his father's worries were not unreasonable. He knew he had to make a tough decision.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door in the yard. Zhao Aimin and Zhao Bugui looked at each other, feeling a little surprised. Zhao Aimin walked to the door, opened it, and saw Xu Damao standing outside.
"Master Xu, why are you..." Before Zhao Aimin could finish his words, Xu Damao interrupted him.
"Zhao Aimin, let me tell you that from today on, I will no longer accept Zhao Bugui as my disciple." Xu Damao said coldly, with a trace of disdain and arrogance in his eyes.