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Coster Farrell looked at the face that was 80% similar to himself, and sighed with some wistfulness: "It seems that I'm really old, otherwise I wouldn't be able to…"

"Guru"

A shoe full of mud stepped on the back of his head, pressing the middle-aged man's face into the mud, making him choke on the smelly mud.

Leonard withdrew his feet with a laugh, rubbed the mud on the sole of his father's back, walked over with a pair of short legs, and said with a playful face:

"Father, it's not that you are getting old, it's just that I'm too strong."

The man who raised his head from the mud was not angry, he just smiled slightly embarrassedly, and nodded in approval.

"Well, you're right. It's surprising that my best child is actually you."

Coster's eyes became hazy, as if caught in a memory.

He murmured to himself: "You were only... five years old when I strangled Flor, right? A five-year-old child can endure for twenty years, full of hatred without revealing a word to others, really Terrible. It seems that it is not that I am getting old, but that you are too…”

"No, sir, you are indeed getting old."

Leonard shook his head and said: "I was only five years old at the time, and I saw my mother being strangled to death by my father with my own eyes, but I didn't respond at all. This is a huge anomaly.

If you didn't get old, but you who were more cunning than a fox, crueler than a hyena, and cold-blooded than a snake when you were young would definitely kill me immediately, and then call my mother's death a sudden illness. Maybe he will kill his sister too. "

The middle-aged man listened to Leonard's words and nodded approvingly.

"You're right, it's true that I'm soft-hearted. If it was me when I was young..."

"Wrong, you're not soft-hearted."

Leonard stepped forward and said with a smile: "You simply didn't take me seriously. You may have noticed my abnormality, but you didn't think a five-year-old could do anything, so you subconsciously ignored me. ."

Coster Farrell nodded with a wry smile. "Well, I did ignore your danger. After all, you were only five years old at the time. Who would have thought that you would become what you are today? I really regret it. I should have..."

"Fake, you have never regretted it."

Leonard showed a wicked smile.

"I'm actually very similar to you. We are both the kind of people who never regret doing things. For people like us, we do it when we have an idea, and we don't hesitate even for a blink of an eye; if we lose, then we do it. To die, even a breath of time will not regret it."

The middle-aged man in the mud laughed, the dirty mud dripped down the folds on his face, but that embarrassed face was full of relief.

"You're right, I have never regretted it. Leonard, your excellence has greatly exceeded my expectations."

Coster said with emotion: "Your eldest brother and second brother inherited my ruthlessness and cruelty respectively. I didn't expect that my suspiciousness and cunning were inherited by you. You are the child who resembles me the most."

"Wrong again! I didn't say a single word this time!"

Leonard crouched down, grinned, picked up a handful of muddy water, and poured it on his father's head.

"The eldest brother and the second brother are just imitating you. Those two idiots regard harshness as cruel, and cruel means as cruel. They have not learned the essence of mercenary. And I am not cunning at all, just smarter than you. "

He smiled wickedly. "If you want to say that you are like you, you still have to count my brainless sister, her stupidity is comparable to yours!"

Coster smiled helplessly, glanced at this young son, and said with some embarrassment:

"Leonard, will refuting every word of mine make you happy? I've already lost to you completely. This is probably the first and only time our father and son have had a heart-to-heart talk in their lives. Can you have a good chat with me before me?"

The young man dressed in aristocratic clothes smiled, reached out and pinched Coster's almost identical face, and rubbed it regretfully.

"I don't want to talk like that. It's just that I found myself too similar to you, not only with a similar face, but also I don't trust anyone like you, and like you can use everything as a bargaining chip, and you Just like the means to achieve the goal…”

He continued with some regret: "If only we were ordinary father and son, I might be very happy to be like my father. But you are the man I hate the most. In order not to become another you, So I had to do something you wouldn't do to make myself less like you."

Retracting his hand to touch his face, Leonard said helplessly: "I even thought about disfiguring myself, at least we don't look alike. But my face is too handsome, I try I couldn't bear the knife several times, so I had to find another way."

He crossed his legs and sat in the mud, the muddy water splashed all over Kost's face. A white-gloved palm stretched out in front of the middle-aged man's face, and Leonard counted one by one with his fingers.

"Look, originally we were nine points alike. Since you have no interest in women, then I will be a man who cares, which is one point less;

You are very stable in your words and deeds, always pay attention to etiquette, then I will think of what to do, and I don't care if I lose face or not, which is another point..."

Coster silently looked at his enthusiastic son, feeling a penetrating chill well up in his heart.

He never thought that UU reading www. uukanshu.com one day will have the emotion of fear of others.

As a person who puts the continuation of the family in the first place, he is always ready to exchange his life for the future of the family. Death didn't frighten him, but Leonard's appearance made him shudder.

That grinning expression didn't look like she was facing an enemy at all, but rather like chatting with a friend, and there was absolutely no hysteria in her eyes.

"Look, you like to hide your opinions and go along with others, so I'll turn it around. I will oppose any point of view in your words. In this case, don't we even have a single point of similarity? Father? Sir, are you saying what I said is right?"

Leonard shook the nine fingers that were all retracted, and happily put them up, and kissed the back of Coster's head covered in mud.

"It's good, so I don't look like you at all. I'm so happy!"

The middle-aged man raised his head, with doubts and confusion on his face.

"Leonard, since you hate me so much, why didn't you kill me with one sword? What did you want to do when you told me this?"

The short young man smiled, stretched out his hand to cover his hair, and pulled his head up from the muddy water, so that his eyes were at the same height as his own.

Leonard's blue eyes were as clear as salt lakes. Not only was there not a trace of hatred and anger in them, but instead, they were full of longing and anticipation, as if seeing the mad believers of the kingdom of God in the world. Joy and joy in words.

This look made Coster fall into an ice cave.

Leonard put away his smile and said faintly, "Father, you all know that I hate you, so how can you hope that you can simply die?"