I was just playing tricks, how come I became Bai Yueguang

Chapter 709 Brother, Shen Jun

Old people just can't stand the hardship. Shen Jun drank a few glasses of wine and went back to the old house early to rest.

The courtyard of the old house was surrounded by scattered houses, with a square patio in the middle. Shen Jun lay under the wisteria tree, enjoying the breeze and coolness.

"Squeak-"

Shen Hang pushed open the heavy gate and limped into the yard.

"Dad. Why are you here alone? Where are the caregivers?"

"They've been tired for a few days. I asked them to go back and rest early." Shen Jun's face flushed red as he sat up on the rattan chair. "Why are you..."

He originally wanted to ask Shen Hang why he came here at this time, but when he looked up and saw a bruised and swollen pig-headed face, he was stunned and asked, "What's going on?"

Shen Hang brought a chair and gritted his teeth, "I was just ambushed by a group of thieves in the old house. If Shen Qingyu hadn't suddenly passed by, I'm afraid I would have lost my life."

Shen Jun's eyes darkened. He picked up the welding cigarette beside the table, lit the tobacco, took a puff but said nothing.

Shen Hang looked at his father's face and said bitterly, "Who dared to treat me so harshly in the old house except Shen Jiao?"

Shen Jun gathered his tobacco and said calmly, "Since you know it's her, then you should know that this plan of getting beaten up is in vain."

"Dad." Shen Hang's face was unfriendly. "We are guarding this ancestral property for the patriarch. Even if we have no credit, we have worked hard. Today, the patriarch refuted your opinion in front of so many people, and now his daughter beats and scolds me at will. What kind of reason is this..."

"Shut up!" Shen Jun knocked on the table. "What's the point? How many times have I said it? You can't write two Shens with one stroke of the pen? Gillian's temper has always been like this. You belittled her daughter in front of everyone today. She's already showing mercy by having someone beat you up. If she really wanted to kill you, do you think you would still be standing here?"

Is it always like this? Whenever the head of the family is involved, my father always makes them give in unconditionally.

Shen Hang looked grim and stood up to leave.

"Stop! Where are you going before I finish my sentence?"

Shen Jun shouted at him, and Shen Hang stood there unwillingly.

"Is there anything else you want to tell me?"

Shen Jun's expression softened slightly. "Ah Hang, I know you feel wronged. I will tell your uncle about this matter and ask him to persuade Ah Jiao. But I still say that you are blood-related siblings. I don't want you to have any rifts because of a small matter."

Shen Hang was silent for a moment, then turned to look at Shen Jun. "Dad, even if your uncle did you a favor, you've already repaid the favor to the clan leader. Can't you repay that favor? Even if I can, what about my second and third brothers, my children, and your grandchildren? Are you going to force them to stay in Xiangying for the rest of their lives?"

"Ahang..." Shen Jun never thought that one day he would be questioned like this by his eldest son. When he decided to stay in Xiangying, Shen Hang was the only one who supported him.

Shen Hang's mouth turned bitter. "I used to think repaying a favor was the right thing to do, but... is it really? Those kids at home are all incredibly talented. If they had better resources, they might be able to stand at the same height as Lan Xi, admired by everyone."

"You've been guarding for fifty years, I've been guarding for over thirty, and in the end all you get in return is arbitrary torture."

He pointed at the wound on his face and said, "It's not a cold day. Do you really want our generation to be like our great-grandmother, living for eighty years and giving ourselves to the Shen family?"

"Asshole!" Shen Jun was suddenly furious. He slammed the welding smoke onto the table with a loud bang. "What did I teach you in the beginning... cough cough you! Write... write... write..."

"I can't write two Shens..." Shen Hang laughed at himself. "But look, are our Shen and their Shen the same Shen? I know I can't convince you, and I don't expect you to understand in the future."

After saying that, Shen Hang held his stomach and limped out of the old house.

Shen Jun looked at the shadow swaying on the ground with an indescribable sadness on his face.

The air was stagnant for a moment, he sighed softly, picked up the welding cigarette on the table again, and fiddled with the scattered tobacco with his rough fingers tremblingly.

A gust of wind blew by, and the ashes flake off, revealing a new fire with an oily sheen underneath.

At this moment, Shen Jun felt a dark shadow covering his head. His Adam's apple moved and he raised his head, "Why are you back again..."

He suddenly stopped talking in the middle of his words, because the person in front of him was not Shen Hang who had returned, but Shen Zhuang who was supposed to host the banquet at the old house.

Shen Zhuang was holding two jars of old wine sealed in clay jars. "Who's back? Are you missing the kids?"

Shen Jun immediately restrained his expression and stood up, "Why are you here?"

Shen Zhuang invited him to sit down, and after looking around with a hint of displeasure, he said, "Grandma passed away peacefully, which puts my mind at ease. The old house is empty anyway, so why don't you move in?"

Shen Zhuang had advised Shen Jun a few years ago, but Shen Jun was unwilling to do so. In his opinion, the old house was Shen Zhuang's private property. If he moved in, his descendants would argue without knowing the situation, which would lead to misunderstandings.

In order to avoid suspicion, Shen Jun has been living in this old house. He is nostalgic and does not want to destroy the structure of the old house. There is no advanced equipment such as air conditioning and television. There is only an old-fashioned telephone at home for the convenience of contacting Shen Zhuang. Apart from that, the house is cold and deserted.

Shen Jun waved his hand and said, "I'm old. I've lived here for decades. I'm not used to moving to the old house."

Shen Zhuang had already guessed that he would refuse. He unsealed the jar and handed over the wine, saying, "I know what you're worried about. I've had the deed drawn up. From now on, the house will be yours."

Shen Jun was stunned for a moment, then stood up and scolded, "You're rude! That's your family's ancestral property. Aren't you afraid that the ancestors of the Shen family will come to you in your dreams?!"

Shen Zhuang remained calm. "Since my grandfather's generation, our family business has been moved to Jinggang Harbor. Now that my great-grandmother is gone, I have nothing to worry about. You have guarded it for fifty years, and you have repaid me for all my kindness."

Shen Jun suddenly remembered Shen Hang's nonsense and felt ashamed. His eyes were slightly hot. "Why are you saying this?"

Shen Zhuang handed him a jar of wine and said, "I've thought about it a long time ago. There are several hundred acres of land behind the old house halfway up the mountain. I'll give it to you as well. Whether you want to collect rent or use it yourself, your descendants will never have to worry about food and clothing."

"If the Shen family wants to prosper, it depends on generations of support. I've already told Lan Xi that when he supports the family business, he must not sever the connection between our generation. He must take care of any talented children in the family, whether they go into business, politics, or marry into a family."

Shen Jun's voice was choked with sobs. He turned his head away and wiped his tears without saying a word.

Shen Zhuang found it funny and jokingly said, "Why are you crying again? Who is the older brother between us?"

Shen Jun took a big gulp from the wine jar and said, "I don't want the old house, but I'll take the rest. Don't worry, Chutang, I will definitely protect the Shen family for you."

Chutang is Shen Zhuang's nickname, and few people know him except those close to him.

A promise from an old friend is worth more than a thousand pieces of gold.

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