But the shrill wails and cries for help eventually penetrated the stone walls and disturbed the autistic Mr. Su.

One sound is wanton, one sound is evil, and another sound is rolling.

Su Zhengheng's body trembled, he left a few cruel words and was driven out of the back mountain with his neck stiffened.

But Su Huai shamelessly stayed and even followed the old man into his secret room of seclusion.

"I can't leave. My father doesn't like me. He will beat me to death if I go out."

"If I treat you to a drink, don't be so sad. From now on, you will protect me and I will let my brother steal my father's wine to support you. What do you think?"

Before Su Changge could speak, the young Su Huai found a reason for himself to stay.

Su Changge asked him: "As an elder brother, why would you want to harm your younger brother?"

Su Huai hugged the wine jar and twitched the corner of his mouth: "It's not a trap. He is my father's treasure. He is so scared that he melts in his hands. He is reluctant to beat him."

"In the eyes of my father, if my brother takes this jar of wine, he will take it. If I take it, it will be stolen. If he drinks it, it will be fine. If I drink it, I will be an evil beast. Do you understand?"

The old man stared at the young man in front of him and remained silent for a long time.

"May I have your name?"

The young man raised his head and seemed to be able to see the vast starry sky outside the secret room through the thick bluestone slab.

"I have been dreaming for a long time in the south of the city, and I am sleeping in a locust tree."

"Su Huai."

…

Maybe blood is thicker than water, maybe I was impressed by this young man's shamelessness, or maybe I was touched by his clear eyes.

Later, Su Changge, who was full of anger, somehow accepted this grandson whom he had never met.
Chapter completed!