If one day, Xiaojin doesn't want Xiaofei to play the piano, then Xiaofei will not play it naturally.

Yi Jinli obviously understood this, so she didn't say anything more.

The day before leaving Shencheng, Shen Weifang takes Shen Jifei to Hao Yimeng's cemetery.

Looking at the black-and-white photo of Hao Yimeng on the tombstone, Shen Weifang only feels like he is looking at a strange woman.

For this woman, he actually has no feelings, and even the original has been so vague that he can hardly remember each other's appearance.

But it was this woman who gave birth to the only blood in his life.

So his feelings for Hao Yimeng are a little complicated.

Standing beside Shen Weifang, Shen Jifei's childish little face collapses tightly. His beautiful eyes are always staring at the tombstone in front of him. His hands hanging down on his side are even more tightly pulled into small fists, which shows his tight spirit at the moment

"Give incense to your mother. After all, she is the one who gave birth to you." Shen Weifang said.

"I don't want it." Shen refused. For him, the woman he should call Mommy had never really loved him.

She's just using him. Even in the end, she'll use his life experience to cheat people.

He had never felt warm before, so he didn't feel much.

But only when you really feel the warmth, you will know the difference between sincerity and not sincerity.

Shen Weifang smelled the words, but he just lit three incense sticks and put them in front of Hao Yimeng's grave.

As the smoke curled, Shen Jifei said suddenly, "is it the child of a criminal who has criminal blood in his body and will become a criminal in the future?"

Shen Weifang looked at his son in surprise. "Why do you say that?"

"Before... Someone said that about me." The little scallop bit his lip slightly. He said with a touch of embarrassment.

That was when he was in the Yi family, the children of those servants would laugh at him and say that to his face when they made fun of him.

This time, when he came back to Yi's home, his identity was different. Those who originally despised him could not say anything about him in front of him.

But he overheard them saying behind his back that he was the child of a criminal. Even though he is now the child of a rich family, he will certainly commit a crime in the future, just like his mother.

Criminal's children... It's like a brand he can't wash off.

Shen Weifang touched his son's head. "Whether he will become a criminal is not decided by the blood in his body, but by himself! If the child of a real criminal will become a criminal, then everyone goes back to the eighteen generations of his ancestors. I'm afraid the eighteen generations are innocent and those who have never been a criminal may not be able to find out. "

Shen Jifei blinked his eyes, as if he had never thought about it.

"You are my son. I can try my best to create conditions for you, but in the future, it's up to you to decide what kind of person you can really become." After a pause, Shen Weifang said, "your mother's affairs have passed. You are my son of Shen Jifei. When facing others, you don't need to have any inferiority."

The little guy nodded his head.

Shen Weifang naturally knows that although his words will have some effect on his son, it may take years to erase his true inferiority complex.

And Xiaofei's self abasement is just facing Yi Qianjin. Even though he can do in front of others, not because of his mother's past crimes of inferiority, but in the face of the little princess of the Yi family, I'm afraid it's very difficult to do.

After all, the more people care about themselves, the more they will worry about gain and loss, and the more they will feel inferior for some bad things.

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