civilwarnovels Chapter 238 The Madman Lü Ci, and the Suffering Lü Xiao
Chapter 238 The Madman Lü Ci, and the Suffering Lü Xiao
The sound of a cup breaking came from Lü Ci's hand. The slightly warm tea flowed out from between his fingers, soaking his sleeves, and the excess tea dripped onto the stone table.
"Tick-tock, tick-tock..."
The faint ticking sound was quite noticeable in the silent pavilion, and coupled with Lü Ci's speechless expression, a chilling atmosphere instantly spread.
"Father, please calm down. This is a top-quality teacup that Uncle Wang gave you."
Lu Xiao looked slightly frightened, thinking that he had angered Lu Ci because he had not served her well enough.
A moment later, Lü Xiao did not hear Lü Ci's reprimand. He looked up at Lü Ci in confusion and found that the old man had his eyes squinted, as if he had fallen asleep and had not yet come to his senses.
Seeing this, Lü Xiao became even more puzzled. Although Lü Ci was already a hundred years old, the cultivation he had accumulated over the past century was not in vain.
If we're talking about physical strength, even his son might not be as good as Lü Ci.
Moreover, Lü Ci has always been frighteningly clear-headed and calm, so it's practically impossible for him to doze off like this.
Despite his many doubts, Lü Xiao still dared not approach Lü Ci, who was in a state of confusion.
Because his father was never a kind person, his experiences from childhood made Lü Xiao stand silently behind the other person, guessing at the impending disaster.
The refreshing atmosphere in the autumn pavilion grew heavier with Lü Ci's silence, like a harbinger of the approaching biting winter wind.
"Crunch, crunch, crunch..."
Suddenly, a piercing scraping sound broke the heavy atmosphere, but it only made the already cold atmosphere even colder.
Lu Ci's eyes, which had been narrowed, widened slightly, opening into two tiny slits, revealing the immense rage brewing within.
His right hand, which had been elegantly holding the cup, now clenched tightly. Porcelain shards rubbed and collided between his twirling fingers, gradually turning into a handful of fine ash.
The sound, like swords scraping and bones cracking, was the mournful cry of broken cups being twisted.
"Crunch, crunch..."
The piercing wailing grew weaker and weaker. At this moment, Lü Ci was like a volcano gathering its power, about to erupt violently and release the anger in its heart.
"Good lad!"
Just when Lü Xiao thought Lü Ci was finally about to get angry, his boundless rage vanished instantly, as if it had never existed in the first place, with a remark that sounded like both a scolding and a compliment.
Sitting at the stone table, Lü Ci returned to his initial elegant and languid demeanor, his aura becoming subdued and turning into an immeasurable deep pool.
But this elegance lasted only a moment. In the blink of an eye, Lü Ci slammed his hand on the stone table, stood up abruptly, and burst into unrestrained laughter.
"Hahaha...hahaha..."
"A dragon has emerged from our Lü family! A dragon has emerged from our Lü family! Father, elder brother, have you seen it?"
Inside the pavilion, Lü Ci was gesticulating wildly and laughing loudly. His mad movements even overturned the stone table in front of him, smashing the tea set on it to pieces.
He didn't even glance at the exquisite tea set he had swindled from Wang Ai, nor did he care that the luxurious clothes he had also swindled from Wang Ai were now dirty and wrinkled.
Lu Ci was now like a madman blinded by great joy, his eyes bloodshot as he staggered to the edge of the pavilion.
This pavilion is built on the highest hilltop in Lüjia Village, offering a panoramic view of the entire village.
At this moment, Lü Ci, with his hair disheveled, leaned against the railing and leaned out, as if he were speaking and shouting to some being.
"I, Lü Ci, have gotten my money's worth!"
The sound was like rumbling thunder, echoing and lingering in the valley within Lüjia Village, reaching every corner of the Lü family estate.
After shouting, Lü Ci stopped his crazy behavior, flipped over and jumped onto the railing.
He closed his eyes and listened intently to the whispers of the mountain wind, as if waiting for an unknown response.
Lu Ci's behavior didn't seem like that of a centenarian at all; he was more like a mischievous and arrogant teenager, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, a boy waiting for someone's approval.
"Father, why don't you come down first?"
Lu Xiao finally snapped out of his daze after Lu Ci's series of impeachments. He looked at Lu Ci's predicament, swallowed twice, and whispered his advice.
At this moment, Lü Ci was standing on the railing. Outside the railing was not solid ground, but a steep, sheer cliff thousands of feet high.
However, Lu Ci, who would at least glare at him in the past, seemed not to hear him, and simply continued to stand on the railing in the posture of listening to the wind, letting the mountain wind blow in his face.
"call--"
In an instant, the gentle and cool mountain breeze of autumn suddenly became fierce and restless, carrying some withered yellow leaves straight up from the foot of the mountain and rushing towards Lü Ci, who was listening to the wind on the railing.
"Hahaha, I heard it! Father, elder brother, I heard it..."
Withered yellow leaves brushed against Lü Ci's aged face, and a fierce wind swept across Lü Ci's white hair and beard. It was as if several hands reached out from the wind, pushing Lü Ci's body backward.
"thump!"
Lü Ci smiled and reached out, grabbing two fallen leaves from the raging wind. Then, as if satisfied, he fell into the pavilion, landing on Lü Xiao, who rushed to protect him.
After landing safely, Lü Ci ignored her own son who was cushioning her position, tucked the fallen leaves into her bosom, and stood up contentedly.
"I will, I will."
Lu Ci touched the fallen leaf he had placed on his heart, as if he were delirious, and walked away talking to himself.
"father!"
Lu Xiao, who remained where he was, looked at the footprints on his body and then at the devastation inside the pavilion that resembled a battlefield. He reached out his hand to Lu Ci's retreating figure and called out.
Unfortunately, Lü Ci once again ignored his attempts to persuade him to stay, and simply walked towards the Lü family ancestral hall on his own.
"What kind of mess is this?"
Looking at the rubble and debris scattered on the ground, Lü Xiao smiled helplessly, then muttered a curse as he pulled out his phone from his pocket.
"Although I don't understand exactly what happened, it's definitely related to you!"
After all, Lü Qian was the only one in the whole village who could be called "good boy" by Lü Ci.
Having such an outstanding descendant brings honor to the entire Lü family village, which is why Lü Xiao's angry face was mixed with a smile.
He skillfully found Lü Qian's contact information in his address book, put away the slightly proud smile on his face, adopted a confrontational stance, and pressed the green button hard.
The phone rang a few times before being answered. Lü Xiaoqing cleared his throat and began to speak seriously, but as he spoke, his tone involuntarily became amiable.
"Hey, Xiaoqian, where did you go?"
As he spoke, he peeked at Lü Ci's retreating figure, covered his mouth, and whispered, "What have you been up to lately? Your great-grandfather has gone mad again."
"Wait, why is it so noisy over there?"
"Settling scores? Then I won't bother you any longer. Remember to clean up properly and then hurry home. Your great-grandfather's condition is worse than it was a few years ago."
Ever since Lü Qian began to show his talent, Lü Ci would go crazy several times a year, which Lü Xiao had become accustomed to.
After saying that, Lü Xiao hung up the phone first, sighed as he looked at the darkened phone screen, and then resignedly began to clean up the mess.
"Sigh, I'm suffering from both ends."
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Chapter One!
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Chapter Two will be posted tomorrow morning; the author is too tired and hasn't finished writing half of it yet.