[False uncle and nephew·True support]
The young man named Zhou Huiyan knelt properly in front of others, lowered his eyebrows and called him uncle, and was as obedient as a cat with its claws plucked.
But no one knew that there was always a sharpened short knife under his pillow.
No one knew that every time he knelt down to say goodbye, the burning thoughts in his lowered eyes were enough to turn the dignity of the entire Zhou family into ashes.
That night, the candlelight in the ancestral hall flickered, and for the first time, he did not kneel.
He pinched the person who was sitting high in the Taishi chair, with the tip of his nose touching the person's trembling Adam's apple, and his voice was as hoarse as someone fished out of hell:
"Third uncle, when you teach me how to live - why don't you teach me how to want you?"
The chain was still tied around his neck, and the end of the chain was wrapped around Zhou Mingke's fingertips.
A hall full of ancestral tablets is silently overlooked.
And his owner finally heard the echo of his own uncontrollable heartbeat in these rebellious words.
-He thought he was sharpening the knife, but as he sharpened it, he found that the knife was warming his hand.
-He thought he was training a successor, but as he was raising him, he found that he wanted to survive.
