Yan Si in anger surged up, slapping bop bop upon its head, scolding: "You silly dog! Silly dog! Do you lessen your disruptive pranks, can it be done or not!?"
Mao Zi being struck, its ears drooped down yet its tail still kept wagging continuously; looking upon it, it appeared both terrified and again glad and joyful.
Having struck a few turns, Yan Si all of a sudden stopped his hand; looking upon Mao Zi's appearance in such a manner, he truly could not bear to.
Time passed across exceptionally fast; only just then, yet Mao Zi had already grown big, furthermore being even more disruptive and prankful than former times; thinking toward it, Yan Si again slapped its head, scolding: "Throughout the entire day, solely knowing to play pranks, do you furthermore know to perform anything or not?"
Just meeting the master again, solely being glad a small bit, yet again being struck and scolded, Mao Zi commenced to feel a sense of grievances and hurt; it skulked into one corner of the bed, sobbing crying, its eyes also glinting with tears waiting on the verge of falling…
What manner of dog species, incapable of understanding; Yan Si crawled back, stroking and rubbing its head, asking: "Cry for what indeed? What do you cry for indeed?"
His very self was precisely the person who needed to cry here.
Speaking of a dog being devoid of uselessness, solely knowing to play pranks without knowing to perform anything, then what of him? A human being possessing physical form and stature, possessing intellect, possessing arms and legs completely intact in such a manner, yet how was he any different from it?
"Does your very self know how the two characters 'humiliation' are written out or not?" Every night Liú Yu arrived to humiliate him, teaching him to know his very self was precisely the most foul entity in the worldly life, a piece of trash that anyone could look down upon and degrade, to be trodden upon his body by people and then cast aside...
In the final analysis, after all that amount of humiliation, he solely knew to find his way to RongCheng, because the man had never yet looked down upon or reviled him; the man with entire heart loved, cherished, and doted, treating him exceptionally gently, causing him to solely wish to permanently reside inside his arms, to be sheltered by him… yet now it had ended already.
Yan Si dragged Mao Zi back, embracing it into the interior of his chest, letting out a grand bout of crying, sorrowfully asking: "What must I do? Mao Zi, you speak and see, what must I do?"
He truly knew not what he must perform further already: "I wish not to turn back to the cavern to live those days and months of loneliness and darkness; I truly wish not to."
Yet at this place, once having been cast aside and neglected by RongCheng, he would in no way be able to peacefully live.
Better off as in former times, knowing not what was called joyfulness and happiness, then he still kept living normally, striving to overcome those cold and dark days and months; yet now, how could he possibly endure a life that was foul to such a degree? Albeit having many turns striven to prepare his spirit, yet when every single thing crashed down, he conversely could not bear to depart away.
And RongCheng as well; lacking the person all the more caused him pain, sorrow, longing, and torment even more, yet if he intentionally remained, then…
"Eldest brother has brought the clouding incense away; he definitely has known I administered incense poison to destroy his mental senses… He… definitely will detest me, punish me…" The man had already raised his voice to drive him away; what must be done?
"It cannot be… it cannot be… I cannot permit every single affair to conclude in such a manner…" He would strive to find a method, employing every method so that this relationship could turn back to former times.
"Solely requiring to be beside his person… I solely require to be beside his person, that is sufficient; I require nothing further… require nothing further."
Yan Si knew at present RongCheng had departed to receive second brother already; awaiting until when they returned, then he would arrive to kneel down to acknowledge his crime, pleading for forgiveness along with a small shred of fragile hope…