He could not control his awe in front of his father, but he was so eager to get close to his father and feel the love that belonged to him alone.

At the age of eight, Jiuwei was already very calm, and was polite to advance and retreat. He showed good education and noble demeanor when he raised his hand and feet.

However, he stayed on the mountain all year round, and he was full of urgent longing for the prosperous world. Every year, the masters of the Nine Pavilions went up the mountain to report on the affairs of the Pavilion. When he stood beside his father and listened to their narratives, he would feel the urge to go down the mountain to see the world.

He tried his best to suppress this impulse and desire, but every time he practiced martial arts alone, he couldn't help but stand on the top of the mountain and look around, fantasizing about being in the prosperous world.

When I went up the mountain this year, Lord Mu brought his son to him.

The child is younger than Jiuwei, only four or five years old, and he has a great time sitting on his father's shoulder.

He is very obedient. When Lord Mu talks about serious matters, he stays honestly, neither naughty nor scatters, pulls his father's hair, and sometimes smiles at Jiu, revealing a few white millet teeth, smiling innocently and cleanly.

Jiuwei was touched by his smile, and although his face was calm, he could not hide his envy in his heart.

In my memory, my father never hugged him...

After discussing the matter, several hall masters stayed on the mountain for a day.

During lunch, Lord Mu would gently ask his son what he likes to eat. The child clearly expressed his preferences. The warm and intimate relationship between father and son made people feel relaxed unconsciously.

Jiuwei looked at the interaction between them, and calmly suppressed his emotions.

In the evening, Lord Mu stood on the top of the mountain, pointed to the endless mountains, and said to his son: "Baby, this is Jiuge. When you grow up, this place will become your world."

The child looked at it with curious eyes, turned his head to see Jiuwei practicing swords in the distance, and would happily shout: "Brother!"

Lord Mu patiently corrected: "This is the young master, not the brother."

The child is not convinced, "It's the brother."

Lord Mu rebuked: "It's the young master. If you are so disobedient, I will slap you in the butt."

The child does not seem to be afraid of scaring, but insists on his name: "It's brother."

Jiuwei stood with his sword, turned around and walked to Master Mu, and said lightly: "It's okay, Master Mu doesn't have to mind."

Lord Mu apologized: "This child was spoiled by me, so the young master laughed."

After saying that, he gently patted his son's butt: "Young Master is very arrogant at such a young age. You can learn more from the Young Master in the future, so don't be so naughty."

Jiuwei didn't say anything and nodded quickly.

At night, Jiuwei took a shower and changed his clothes. Qin Shang was used to chatting with him before going to bed, asking him if he was tired. Sometimes when he was punished, he would comfort him and ask him if it hurts. When he needed medicine, he would apply medicine.

Jiuwei felt a lot of warmth from childhood to adulthood. In front of Qin Shang, he would occasionally be like a child, but perhaps this is how human nature is, the more he can't get it, the more eager it is.

In the past few years, he regarded his father as a big tree to look up to and an unattainable mountain. He tried hard to reach his father's height and make himself invincible, but he wanted to be favored by his father weakly and contradictory.
Chapter completed!