Including the Chen family and his son, there are only five people in total.

The Chen family's food was light. After breakfast with his family, Chen Shaojun was about to return to his room, but was suddenly stopped by his father.

"Jun'er, come with me, I have something to tell you."

As Chen Zongxi spoke, he flicked his sleeves and immediately walked towards the study.

"Yes, father."

Chen Shaojun was surprised, but he followed his father into the study respectfully.

My father's study was very simple, with a desk, a chair, a row of bookshelves, and nothing else. But usually, my father would not let Chen Shaojun enter the study.

"When did you break through?"

His father was dressed in Confucian robes and his back was turned to him.

Chen Shaojun had just crossed the threshold when he heard his father's voice ringing in his ears.

"Father."

Chen Shaojun was startled for a moment, then understood something and was greatly surprised.

There are golden pages in his body that can cover his literary spirit. How did his father know about his breakthrough?

Or did you see through it early on, but just never said anything about it?

"Back to my father, he made a breakthrough in the Confucian Temple."

Chen Zongxi nodded when he heard this, then turned around and looked at Chen Shaojun behind him, with no look of surprise on his face.

"When you come back this time, your eyes are calm, your speech is clear, and there is righteousness flowing within three feet of your body. My father will know that you have made a breakthrough. The revival of the Chinese tree in the Confucian Temple is also related to you, right?"

Chen Zongxi said. His eyes were calm and calm, but they naturally had a power that penetrated the heart, as if everything had already been understood.
Chapter completed!