“How about you just pretend that I was never here? Go on, continue playing the zither.” How could Zhang Shizhao not understand his son’s thoughts when he saw the look in his eyes. However, even if he worked hard to cultivate and had some achievements, would he be able to surpass Huangfu Qingjue with his talents?
Zhang Shizhao had scolded him a few times in the past to make him wake up from his dream and let go of it. Who knew that he would only push him to another extreme? Zhang Shizhao felt a little helpless.
“I already… have… a… lover in my heart. What… is the use of a zither?” Zhang Yuhong shook his head and sighed. He wanted to smash the zither but was a little reluctant to part with it. In the end, he still couldn’t resist strumming the zither before singing: “Although the flowing water is heartless, the falling flowers are intentional…”
His deep and slightly magnetic voice drifted with the wind with an indescribable bitterness and endless sorrow. Zhang Yuhong’s voice was actually pretty good—he had the potential to show off his elegance.
Zhang Shizhao had already turned around to leave by then, but he suddenly turned around and looked at Zhang Yuhong in surprise. “Yuhong, you just…”
“What… what happened?” Zhang Yuhong stopped and looked at his father, baffled.
“You didn’t stutter just now,” said Zhang Shizhao in surprise.
“Yes… yes… no… I didn’t… stutter.” Zhang Yuhong also realized the same. When he sang that song just now, he really didn’t stutter. It was only when he spoke.
“Trying singing along to the zither again.” Zhang Shizhao urged as he suddenly thought of a potential explanation.
“Ok…” Zhang Yuhong quickly played the zither and sang a song. As expected, he didn’t stutter at all.
“So singing can cure your stuttering. That’s great, that’s great!” Zhang Shizhao exclaimed happily.
“But… but, I…I…can’t keep…keep…singing….just to… to…speak…” Zhang Yuhong had initially been happy but soon turned bitter again.
“What’s wrong with that? It’s better than this.” Zhang Shizhao’s head started to hurt again when he heard Zhang Yuhong’s stutter. Even his scalp went numb.
“Then… father, you go to bed first. I still have something to work on,” said Zhang Yuhong. It had hard for him to speak at first. But when he started to half-sing and half-speak his sentence, he did feel that it was indeed easier to speak.
Though it was smoother, his intonation was still weird for speech. Wasn’t that just ridiculous? It was no problem for him to sing some songs, but if he had to sing every sentence he wanted to say, how could that be any better?
Zhang Shizhao had only felt his head go numb earlier. But with Zhang Yuhong’s new manner of speaking, his whole body started to tremble.
“Is singing and talking really better than stuttering?” Zhang Shizhao’s whole body trembled again. Why did he feel that he was suffering all the same? If Ling Chuxi was here, she would be tongue-tied. Did the father and son invent the art of rap?
“I’ll leave first. You figure it out yourself.” Zhang Shizhao was afraid that he would be completely numb if he stayed any longer, so he quickly ran away. He didn’t care whether his son was talking, singing, wanted to continue being a good-for-nothing, or focus on martial arts. As long as Zhang Yuhong could pull himself together, it was good. Zhang Shizhao didn’t care anymore.
Zhang Yuhong nodded. He played the zither and practised rap for a while. Then, he pulled out his long sword and began to cultivate.
Early the next morning, Elder Yuan announced the decision to the descendants of the sect.
Just as predicted, the descendants felt dejected when they first heard the news. It had always been their hope since young to rebuild and return to the sect. It had also been the wish of their ancestors for thousands of years.
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“How about you just pretend that I was never here? Go on, continue playing the zither.” How could Zhang Shizhao not understand his son’s thoughts when he saw the look in his eyes. However, even if he worked hard to cultivate and had some achievements, would he be able to surpass Huangfu Qingjue with his talents?
Zhang Shizhao had scolded him a few times in the past to make him wake up from his dream and let go of it. Who knew that he would only push him to another extreme? Zhang Shizhao felt a little helpless.
“I already… have… a… lover in my heart. What… is the use of a zither?” Zhang Yuhong shook his head and sighed. He wanted to smash the zither but was a little reluctant to part with it. In the end, he still couldn’t resist strumming the zither before singing: “Although the flowing water is heartless, the falling flowers are intentional…”
His deep and slightly magnetic voice drifted with the wind with an indescribable bitterness and endless sorrow. Zhang Yuhong’s voice was actually pretty good—he had the potential to show off his elegance.
Zhang Shizhao had already turned around to leave by then, but he suddenly turned around and looked at Zhang Yuhong in surprise. “Yuhong, you just…”
“What… what happened?” Zhang Yuhong stopped and looked at his father, baffled.
“You didn’t stutter just now,” said Zhang Shizhao in surprise.
“Yes… yes… no… I didn’t… stutter.” Zhang Yuhong also realized the same. When he sang that song just now, he really didn’t stutter. It was only when he spoke.
“Trying singing along to the zither again.” Zhang Shizhao urged as he suddenly thought of a potential explanation.
“Ok…” Zhang Yuhong quickly played the zither and sang a song. As expected, he didn’t stutter at all.
“So singing can cure your stuttering. That’s great, that’s great!” Zhang Shizhao exclaimed happily.
“But… but, I…I…can’t keep…keep…singing….just to… to…speak…” Zhang Yuhong had initially been happy but soon turned bitter again.
“What’s wrong with that? It’s better than this.” Zhang Shizhao’s head started to hurt again when he heard Zhang Yuhong’s stutter. Even his scalp went numb.
“Then… father, you go to bed first. I still have something to work on,” said Zhang Yuhong. It had hard for him to speak at first. But when he started to half-sing and half-speak his sentence, he did feel that it was indeed easier to speak.
Though it was smoother, his intonation was still weird for speech. Wasn’t that just ridiculous? It was no problem for him to sing some songs, but if he had to sing every sentence he wanted to say, how could that be any better?
Zhang Shizhao had only felt his head go numb earlier. But with Zhang Yuhong’s new manner of speaking, his whole body started to tremble.
“Is singing and talking really better than stuttering?” Zhang Shizhao’s whole body trembled again. Why did he feel that he was suffering all the same? If Ling Chuxi was here, she would be tongue-tied. Did the father and son invent the art of rap?
“I’ll leave first. You figure it out yourself.” Zhang Shizhao was afraid that he would be completely numb if he stayed any longer, so he quickly ran away. He didn’t care whether his son was talking, singing, wanted to continue being a good-for-nothing, or focus on martial arts. As long as Zhang Yuhong could pull himself together, it was good. Zhang Shizhao didn’t care anymore.
Zhang Yuhong nodded. He played the zither and practised rap for a while. Then, he pulled out his long sword and began to cultivate.
Early the next morning, Elder Yuan announced the decision to the descendants of the sect.
Just as predicted, the descendants felt dejected when they first heard the news. It had always been their hope since young to rebuild and return to the sect. It had also been the wish of their ancestors for thousands of years.
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