Traveling through ancient times, I led my family to prosperity

After Xiao Ye left for a while, Sheng Hong came.

In the end, Mr. Sheng failed to stop Cui, and instead sent someone to call Sheng Xuan.

Zhang sighed deeply, "Our family treated him with all their heart and soul, and provided for him, but it was all in vain. In the old man's heart, there are still differences between the near and the far."

Old Master Sheng loved Cui, and even if Cui acted recklessly, he would let her do whatever she wanted. So the status of Shengxuan's third branch in his heart was self-evident.

Xiao Lan didn't say anything, just looked at Sheng Xuan to see what decision he would make.

"I'd better go and take a look." Sheng Xuan pondered for a while, raised his head and said this. His tone was not like the helplessness he usually had when he foresaw such a thing, but a little firm.

Xiao Lan thought that today would probably be a day that would cross history. After today, perhaps Sheng Xuan would be able to recognize the truth about the old house.

This time, Xiao Lan did not stop Sheng Xuan, nor did she ask him to go to the old house with her. She just said, "Dad, be careful when you go there, don't let grandma scratch your face."

"I know." Sheng Xuan was stunned for a moment, then nodded in response.

Seeing that Xiaolan didn't stop her, Zhang naturally wouldn't stop her either.

Sheng Xuan walked out without even changing his clothes.

When Sheng Xuan entered the old house, his mood was as heavy as his footsteps. Along the way, he kept recalling his childhood. As a result, he found out that his kind and gentle mother was just his own fantasy. In fact, it was completely opposite to his fantasy. Cui was never a good person, at least not to him.

Cui never talked to her sons in a good way. If beating and scolding didn't achieve her goal, she would usually use various methods to control them. He had always known everything, but he had been deceiving himself.

Sheng Xuan couldn't help but smile bitterly as he stood at the door of the old house.

"Uncle San, please come in," Sheng Hong reminded quietly, "Uncle San just came back from another place, you must be very tired at this time. We didn't want to trouble Uncle San, but the old lady was making a fuss. The old man also said that we didn't dare to really stop her, for fear that something would really happen to the old lady and we would be blamed..."

"I understand. Let's go inside..." Sheng Xuan said helplessly.

Almost everyone in the old house was sitting in the upper room, but they were all sitting under the kang, and only the old man was sitting on the kang with the old lady. The difference was that the old man was sitting, while Cui was lying.

When Sheng Xuan just entered the room, he clearly heard Cui's loud crying and cursing. But when Sheng Xuan turned around and went back into the room, he found Cui lying sickly on the kang.

When Sheng Xuan entered the room, Old Master Sheng hurriedly stood up to greet him and asked him to sit down.

Cui still had her eyes closed, humming and groaning, "The third brother is here, is the third brother here?"

"Yes, it's the third brother who is here. Aren't you always talking about him? The third brother is here to see you." said Mr. Sheng.

At this time, Cui got up from the kang. When she saw Sheng Xuan, her eyes turned red, "Old Third, my son..."

Sheng Xuan called out "Mom", and then the old lady sat up from the kang, grabbed Sheng Xuan's hands with both hands, and started crying.

"Third brother, you're finally back. If you had come back two days later, mother wouldn't have been able to see you." Cui cried.