"Go away..." Liu Biao said, "When you have figured it out, come back to me... Remember, don't say anything to outsiders, anyone!"

"Wei!" Although Liu Cong was still puzzled, since his father Liu Biao said so, he had no choice but to agree, bowed, and left.

Liu Biao didn't seem to be looking at Liu Cong, but in fact his attention was still on Liu Cong. When he heard Liu Cong's footsteps gradually moving away, Liu Biao slowly raised his eyelids, took a look, and sighed slightly.

To be honest, most parents know what kind of stuff their children are, but they all know that parents always hope that their children can make progress, or at least not eat too much and be heavy in this world.

It's a loss. Parents themselves were beaten hard by the world in the past, and the painful marks left on their bodies and hearts, they all hope to tell their children. However, it is a pity that many children do not feel that this is a piece of love from their parents, but

Extremely disgusting nagging and preaching...

Liu Biao didn't know if Liu Cong could understand that this fishing was fishing for a whole lake of fish, including Cao Cao and Fei Qian mentioned by Liu Cong, as well as other people, and even Liu Cong himself...

Only by understanding this can Liu Cong be able to gradually climb out of this fish pond and become a fisherman.

Otherwise, even if Liu Cong became the Lord of Jingzhou that day, he would still be a fish, a fish on the chopping board.

The crowning ceremony held in advance may not be so delicious...

Liu Biao couldn't help but sigh again.

I am indeed getting old, my legs and feet are inconvenient, and the pain in my body is gradually increasing, especially the pain and carbuncle on my back. Sometimes I can't sleep all night. I don't know when I will let go. I hope I can still...

When he is awake, he teaches more, but he is afraid that he has been indoctrinated too much, causing Liu Cong to lose his ability to think. But if he does not say anything, he is also afraid that Liu Cong will become crooked...

This kind of contradictory and melancholy thoughts can only be transformed into this puddle of water and this baitless fishing rod.

After Liu Cong slowly exited the small pavilion, he frowned all the way. He couldn't figure out what the hidden meaning of his father Liu Biao was, and how it had anything to do with the fish or the lake. He kept walking.

When I arrived at my small courtyard, I was still thinking about it.

"Lang Jun is back?"

Liu Cong's little lolita, Little Cai stepped forward to greet her. She first helped to take off Liu Cong's cloak, and then asked someone to bring honey water to Liu Cong. Then she sat aside and waited for Liu Cong to take a few sips.

Asked: "Father, I don't know what you said to Mr. Lang?"

"That's all..." Liu Cong suddenly turned his head and looked at Xiao Cai, then lowered his head and took a sip, put the bowl aside, and said a little unnaturally, "I didn't say anything, I just talked about fishing...

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"fishing?"
Chapter completed!