The tall and majestic father looked at it for a while, but his face showed a look of disdain.

The father handed the painting to the child's mother beside him.

The child's mother lost interest after just a glance.

In front of the child, she tore the painting away from the middle and threw it at her feet at will.

"Mom, what are you doing?"

The child suffered a huge blow, his eyes were full of tears, and he was always worried.

"Cui Donglai, you are from the Cui family's direct bloodline, why do you have to paint?"

"Hmph, calligraphy, painting, piano and chess are all small ways. I have a little understanding of it. In the future, when you become an adult, just make outsiders think that you are not too vulgar. You can't care about it at all and waste time."

"Whatever cultivates sentiment is fake. The piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are all prostitutes. The people at the bottom are very eager for it, but these things are drawn to please the favor of us, the real upper class."

"You actually went to demote yourself, what paintings did you draw?"

"I'm very disappointed with you."

The noble woman, the child's mother, said coldly.

The child's tears were about to flow out, and he looked at his father as if he wanted help.

"Your mother said nothing wrong."

"As a member of the Cui family, why should you get involved in these minor paths?"

"People who don't know think that my Cui family is going to be lonely, and their direct bloodlines are going to study this kind of thing."

"Go to learn your sister, how sensible, she has mastered the Cui family's swordsmanship."

The tall and majestic man said.

The child felt very aggrieved in his heart for a moment, and his tears fell down.

"The people in the Cui family will never have tears."

"Hold it back."

"You are not allowed to eat tonight."

The noble woman said coldly.

The majestic father also cast a look of indifference.

Children dare not cry, but the feeling of grievance and heartbreaking remains in their hearts, melting into their bodies, unable to calm down.

His parents watched it for a while and left if something happened.

After my parents left, my sister, who had been practicing swords diligently, stopped immediately and stopped practicing.

She came over and saw the child who was still crying, and said with a sneering mockery: "You can only cry."

"The incompetent person who is nothing is actually my brother?"

"waste."

The sister threw the sword at the weapon stand casually, and turned around and left without looking at the child.

Intentionally or unintentionally, I stepped hard on the drawing of the child who was torn apart on the ground.

My sister left.

The child endured it for a long time, and finally couldn't help but feel wronged and cried loudly.

…

In a blink of an eye, seven or eight years have passed.

The child is already a teenager.

He is still in the martial arts field, he is practicing swordsmanship.

A set of sword techniques flows through the flowing water, like a galaxy in the sky, extremely smooth.

The swordsmanship was used in full, and the young man stood still, looked at the side of the martial arts performance with anticipation.

My father, mother, and sister are all here.

The boy thought he learned very quickly and was eager to get rewards.

However, one of his parents had a cold expression and the other frowned.

"Come here, come here."

The tall and majestic father said.

The boy was delighted and thought he would receive praise, so he came to his father.

My mother also stood up, as if she was greeting him.

"Father, I used the galaxy trick just now... "

"Bang!"

Before the boy could finish his words, he was slapped hard by his mother.

The boy was stunned.

Even half of his face turned red and swollen, and he didn't feel the pain.

His mother was very angry.

"Who asked you to practice this swordsmanship?"

"Didn't I arrange for you to practice Zishang Sword Technique?"

"What's the use of practicing this Star River sword technique?"

The noble mother scolded her coldly.

The boy was completely stunned. He looked at his mother, his eyes full of confusion.

"I...I think my temperament is more suitable for this set of Xinghe sword technique, which is faster to get started and more comfortable to practice..." He subconsciously explained.

"Bang!"

My mother slapped her again with her backhand.

"You think?"

"I don't want you to think, I want me to think!"

"You are smart and ruined the arrangements between me and your father, which is really disappointing!"

"Give you a month. No matter what method you use, I will practice Zishang Sword Technique again, otherwise I won't recognize me as my mother."
Chapter completed!