I traveled through time without patched pants, I was the richest man in the Republic of China

Lu Pingsheng and Wei Miao stared at each other, and it was obvious that Lu Pingsheng's bigger eyes won.

The two of them stood up in tacit understanding and prepared to return to their luxurious cabin.

When I turned around, I saw someone being pushed to the ground in front of me. Under the dazzling sunlight, there were two obvious slap marks on the face of the seven or eight-year-old child.

"Kneel down here, confess your sins towards the Empire, and pray for your father's forgiveness."

The woman was wearing a kimono and her hair was combed meticulously, but her once gentle eyes and brows were now filled with hostility.

"My father, Kudo Ishigami, was the greatest warrior of the empire. He was gentle and talented. He worked hard for the Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Belt and traveled to foreign countries for the Emperor's mission."

Kudo Taro spoke like a puppet, his tone was flat and without ups and downs, as if these words were engraved in his bones.

"He died on the road of loyalty to the Emperor, on the land that the Empire was about to own. Perhaps it was the disgusting and arrogant white pigs who killed my father, or it could be the despicable and shameless wax pigs who slaughtered a warrior of the Empire..."

As Tomoko Yamashita listened, tears streamed down her face. She squatted in front of Taro Kudo, hugged him and cried.

"Da Lang, you are the last hope of the Kudo family. You must be full of hatred now, learn your skills well, be loyal to the empire and the emperor, kill the white pigs, and kill all the wax men..."

The woman's voice was clearly choked and gentle, but on the deck bathed in the warm sunshine, it made people feel cold all over.

"Yes, mother!"

The boy's voice was calm, as if he knew that by saying this, the woman in front of him would be calm.

Feeling her son's obedience, Tomoko Yamashita raised the corners of her mouth and revealed a satisfied smile.

As if she had just noticed Lu Pingsheng and Wei Miao standing on the deck, she slowly stood up, with a hint of shyness on her face at being seen.

Maybe it was because the sun was too strong, she squinted and looked at the two people in front of her, one tall and one short, for a while, then said with a little surprise:

"It's Lu Sang and Wei Sang. It's been a long time."

Lu Pingsheng hurriedly bent over, with a respectful and attentive smile, and said exaggeratedly:

"Mrs. Kudo, long time no see."

Yamashita Tomoko covered her mouth and showed a facial smile, but her eyes were distant as she said:

"What a coincidence, Lu Sang is on a business trip in Hong Kong Island?"

"I have been in Hong Kong Island for two months, dealing with some work matters."

Lu Pingsheng and Yamashita Tomoko walked towards the deck swimming pool while chatting and laughing.

Then we sat on the rattan chairs on the deck and chatted harmoniously.

Lu Pingsheng's exaggerated smile and Yamashita Tomoko's soft voice were blown over by the wind.

As harmonious as two old friends who have met again after a long separation.

Wei Miao, who was standing far away, was about to curl his lips when he caught a glimpse of Kudo Dalang kneeling upright in the sun. For the first time, he felt a little embarrassed.

"Wei Sang, is your father good to you?"

The child, who was about seven or eight years old, had no extra expression on his face with the slap marks on it, but there seemed to be something flashing in his dark eyes as he looked towards Wei Miao.

"What is the standard for being good? My father is an honest man, not good at speaking. From what I remember, he seemed to prefer the children from my uncle's family."

Kudo Taro's biological father was killed by Brother Lu who was chatting and laughing.

His mother seemed a little abnormal after his father died, so when Wei Miao answered, he carefully considered his words.

After all, Brother Lu once said that the best way to comfort someone is to tell them about your own misfortunes, so that they will feel that what they have is not so bad after all, there are people who are more unlucky than themselves.

After hearing what Wei Miao said, Kudo Dalang had no extra expression on his dull little face. He opened his mouth and started speaking as if he was reciting something.

"My father is very gentle. Every time I come home, he likes to lift me up high, rub my head and praise me for being well-behaved..."

Wei Miao simply sat down on the deck and listened to Kudo Dalang's emotionless tone as he told the heartwarming details of the emotionless relationship between father and son.

Brother Lu said that Kudo Taro suffers from a mental disorder, and such people find it difficult to empathize with others or be influenced by the outside world.

Therefore, everything he narrated like he was reciting a book might have been forcefully instilled in him by Mrs. Kudo.

Brother Lu also said that most of these mental illnesses are actually hereditary.

Wei Miao raised his eyes and looked at the young woman not far away. He felt it was quite absurd that she was smiling brightly because of something Lu Pingsheng said.

"Wei Sang, what does it feel like to be sad?"

Wei Miao withdrew her gaze and felt that she should go and chat with Mrs. Kudo at this moment, and let Brother Lu answer Dalang's questions.

Unfortunately, when he met Kudo's surprisingly clear eyes, Wei Miao racked his brains for a long time.

"Do you have anything you like to eat?"

Kudo Taro shook his head without even thinking about it.

Wei Miao adjusted his sitting position and asked, "Do you have anything you like?"

Kudo Taro thought a little longer this time, "I like studying numbers."

Wei Miao said, "What would you do if you couldn't study numbers?"

Kudo Dalang was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said, "I don't know."

"So do you like money? Gold and silver?"

Kudo Taro shook his head.

Wei was at a loss. Life was nothing but birth, old age, sickness and death. He was not interested in wine, sex, money and anger. So what was the point of living?

"Do you have someone you like? You'll be happy when you see her, and you'll miss her when you can't see her..."

This time, Kudo Taro thought about it for a longer time, and after a while, he nodded uncertainly.

Wei Miao finally breathed a sigh of relief and said randomly:

"In life, there are always people you want to protect and things you want to accomplish. If you feel that life is boring, it may be much better to find someone you like and set a goal that needs to be accomplished."

After Wei Miao finished speaking, he noticed that Kudo Dalang's eyes were moving around, as if he was thinking.

She finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It can be seen that listening to Brother Lu's complaints and empty words more often on a daily basis has a miraculous effect.

After all, the world seems like a dyeing factory. Even a golden money-eating beast like her can find meaning in it. It is impossible for a human being to be disgusted with the world.

She supported her cheeks with her hands, tilted her head to look at the boy who seemed to have made some decision, her mother's resentful face flashed through her mind, and she shook her head slightly.

Kudo Taro is a Japanese, which means they are destined to never be friends.

When it comes to the small matter of patriotism, she always follows Brother Lu's lead.

The only obsession of the big financial brother is that she must respect him in all aspects so that she can feel justified when taking the money.

Lu Pingsheng seemed to notice Wei Miao's gaze and waved to her, motioning her to come over.

When Wei Miao stood up, he suddenly felt his calves go numb and he staggered.

"Hahaha~"

Lu Pingsheng's ridicule was not concealed at all. "Did you see that? He is still a child. Not only does he not like to study, but he also eats and drinks all the time."

Wei Miao had a sweet smile on her face, but she kept a deep impression of Lu Pingsheng in her heart.