The sun slowly climbed overhead, yawning and setting west, a black sedan slowly stopped at the foot of a mountain.

This side is located in the suburbs of Jinghua, the scenery is beautiful, the vision is broad, standing at the foot of the mountain slightly up, you can see the Ming Ming Tombs.

As soon as the car pulls up from the main road, there are very few pedestrians, and there are almost no tourists except for the nearby fruit growers.

After all, as long as the tourists come in this direction, they basically go to the Ming Tombs.

But even if they were coming this way, they wouldn't be allowed to go near the hill.

As early as 500 meters away from the bluestone path at the foot of the mountain, he was stopped by someone who suddenly appeared from the nearby orchard.

They will politely tell visitors that this is a private place and ask them to stop.

Interested tourists will stop and wander elsewhere.

But there are also uninteresting ones.

For example, two years ago, a certain director in Beicheng had to run to the mountains to hunt rabbits because of his interest, and ordered his entourage to drag the person who stopped him aside and break his leg.

The leg was really broken.

But it's not the one who stands in the way, it's the big young man.

After Da Shao's leg was broken, the old man of his family was furious—no, he should have been shocked.

It is said that after learning that his grandson had trespassed on the nameless mountain, the old man almost peed his crotch, and despite the fact that he was already seventy years old, he instructed his two sons to bring him here immediately to take the blame.

Oh, and don't forget, bring the squirrel that is going to kill the whole family, and don't bandage and break your leg.

His father was so scared, because when he was young, he used to work as a guard for the old man who lived on that mountain.

It is precisely for the sake of this relationship that the old man did not blame the director and his father, but just said lightly that the child is a good child, but the old man who taught him is too bastard-

Since then, no one has dared to trespass on this nameless mountain.

It was also the first time I came to Dragon City to know that the legendary elder actually lived in such a desolate place.

Longcheng City, who is familiar with modern history, knows very well that there are some elders who have made great contributions to China, and they do not like to live in the downtown area after going into the wilderness, but choose a clean place to recuperate.

There is a small courtyard on the mountain, which covers a small area, which is the usual kind, with blue bricks and red tiles, and the courtyard is surrounded by fruit trees.

But no one knows that when the old man who lived here was young, he once dominated the republic and was praised by Western countries as the most hawkish representative of China.

Longcheng City, whose belly has begun to show its pregnancy, followed his grandfather, who was supported by the secretary, and walked along the bluestone path to the door of the independent courtyard.

It is said to be a small courtyard, but in fact there is no gate, just a fence to enclose the three tiled houses.

In the yard, there is a small vegetable patch, planted with white radish, green cabbage and other vegetables.

A tall old man, bent over with a shovel, was cultivating the cabbage.

There is also a middle-aged man in his forties, also wearing very ordinary clothes, simply squatting on the ground, and directly putting his hands down to soil the cabbage.

The middle-aged man wears myopic glasses and looks crepe, which should be the life secretary of the old man.

The old man's secretary raised his head, smiled at Long Lao, and then continued to work.

But the old man, as if he had not heard his pastoral dog, and saw a stranger barking, still bowed his head and concentrated on his work.

Long Lao gently broke away from the secretary's support, and his already rickety body suddenly straightened up like a javelin, strode into the fence wall as much as he could, touched a shovel leaning on the wall, spat in his hand, and started to work.

Looking at his grandfather, who was suddenly no longer old, Long Chengcheng suspected that his eyes were spent.

Although before coming, Long Lao had clearly told her who he was coming to meet.

But she still didn't believe that when Mingzhu coughed, the whole Mingzhu would catch a cold, and he would be "energetic" to give the old man a hand and do farm work.

From the tacit cooperation between the two people, she can see that the two old men must have planted together when they were young.

After Long Lao joined, the old man's secretary consciously withdrew from the vegetable field, washed his hands, and began to make tea on the stone table in the courtyard.

"Alas, old."

After ten minutes, the old man sighed softly, stood up with a shovel, looked back at Long Lao, and said with a faint smile: "Xiaolong, you are also old." The years are not forgiving. ”

With a snap, Long Lao's heel touched, raised his hand to give the old man a standard military salute, and said in a somewhat choked voice: "Report to the battalion commander, Long Guangyao, the commander of the iron-blooded third company, come to report." ”

Many people think that the elders of the older generation will greet each other with their previous military positions after meeting, which is suspected of being pretentious.

In fact, otherwise, people who have this idea will never be able to understand how deep the feelings of the comrades-in-arms who fought side by side and survived in that war-torn era were.

Slowly raising his hand, and after returning the salute, the old man said, "Let's go, go over there and drink tea." ”

"Chengcheng, come over and give you a gift to Grandpa Hua."

Long Lao nodded in agreement, turned around and whispered to Long Chengcheng.

Long Chengcheng immediately stepped forward obediently, put his hands on his waist and hips, and curtsied his knees.

The old man especially likes the younger ones and salutes him.

It's not that he's old feudal, but because this kind of retro etiquette can give him the illusion that he's still very young.

Old people who have contributed too much to the people are entitled to this seemingly ridiculous illusion.

"Little baby, very handsome. Not bad. It's just that there is more anger between the eyebrows, which is not good for the child in your belly. ”

The old man glanced up and down at Longcheng City and said lightly.

Long Chengcheng didn't look up, but she could clearly feel that when the old man said this, there was a sharp cold glint flashing in his cloudy old eyes.

For no reason, my heart seemed to miss a beat, and there was sweat on my back.

The old man was able to get from between her eyebrows, and there was a bad anger that was not conducive to the fetus in her womb.

Obviously, Longcheng City has already hidden this word anger very well, how can he see it at a glance?

The old man didn't wait for Long Chengcheng to say anything, so he raised his feet and walked to the stone table.

Long Lao didn't speak, he stood sideways, and waited for the old man to walk over before following him.

Longcheng City, which used to be so smart and understanding, felt a little helpless at this time, and didn't know whether to follow along, or stand here and wait, so he could only quietly look at the old man's secretary.

The secretary, who was filling the old man with water, was facing away from Dragon City City, but as if he knew what she was doing, his left hand hidden behind his back secretly pointed to the gate of the fence courtyard.

It means that Xiaolong, you are not qualified to stand here, listen to what the second elder says, so hurry up and wait outside.

Longcheng City suddenly felt like he had been amnestied, and after quickly nodding his head and thanking him, he turned around and walked out of the small courtyard.

After walking far away to a fruit tree, Long Chengcheng breathed a long sigh of relief, raised his hand and patted his fuller chest.

I don't know what's going on, when she was standing in the yard just now, it was obviously a small courtyard, and two old men were about to die, but she seemed to be in the tiger's den in Longtan, and if she was a little careless, she would immediately be stirred into powder by some kind of air flow that could not be seen.

She knew that this was the legendary murderous spirit.

This murderous aura was many times more powerful than any murderous aura she knew, majestic and boundless, making her feel small and pitiful.

The murderous aura of the hundred-person killer, the murderous aura when Longcheng City used conspiracy to harm people, compared to this murderous aura, it was definitely the difference between the firefly's attempt and Haoyue.

This is the murderous aura that can only be qualified to have when tens of thousands of soldiers wave the military flag, holding steel guns like a flood beast, stepping on the corpses of enemies and comrades-in-arms everywhere, and rolling towards the enemy's position.

People who can have this kind of murderous aura, looking at the whole of China, there is no second person.

The old man's surname is Hua, and he is Long Lao's old superior.

It is said that the god of flower night in the Seven Stars Club seems to have a little to do with him.

But no one dared to argue it.

Whether Hua Lao has anything to do with Hua Yeshen or not, Dragon City doesn't care too much.

She came to the Nameless Mountain with her grandfather to meet Hua Lao this time, which was the result of her kneeling on the ground and begging despite her pregnancy.

Ever since she knew that Li Nannan had offended the Lin family in the Seven Star Society, she knew that that guy was going to be unlucky.

If she hadn't been pregnant with his evil seed, even if Li Nannan's head was screwed off by the Lin family, she wouldn't care too much.

She really didn't want to, after her son was born, there would be no father.

Or, his son and his father are outlaws who were chased by the Lin family to the end of the cape.

It's all for the son.

For the sake of his son, Dragon City dared to fight a lion with his bare hands - this is not just talk.

Men can never understand how strong, selfish, and great motherhood is.

The Jinghua Lin family is an existence as famous as the Mingzhu Long family, after Li Nanfang offended them to death this time, Longcheng City wanted to let his son be born and be able to see his father, so he could only be forced to lend a hand.

She didn't dare to ask her father for this kind of thing.

Begging, it's useless.

After all, she is pregnant with a sinister seed, and her father can't wait to kick her to miscarry, and then kill Li Nannan together with the Lin family, how can she help intercede?

Therefore, she can only ask for the old man who does not care about the world.

Long Lao's consciousness is much higher than his unsuccessful son, and after seeing that his granddaughter is indeed rare in the womb, he had to agree to her.

Long Lao is a person who has lived well, even if he agrees to his granddaughter to pull Li Nannan, he will not be stupid enough to let the Long family come forward.

He thought of the old man of the nameless mountain in Jinghua.

If Mrs. Lin relied on her ability to live to become the Taishan Beidou in the aristocratic circle, then Hua Lao was the Dinghai God Needle.

If you want to say that the whole of China does not buy Mrs. Lin's account, only Hua Lao is old.

Mrs. Lin may still dare to pose in front of Mr. Long, but in front of Mr. Hua - wherever it is cool, go and stay.

How can an old woman who lives on a dog for a long time be compared with a famous woman who has made great contributions to the people?

If it was just for his granddaughter, Long Lao would not dare to disturb the old battalion commander.

He made the decision only after hearing that Mrs. Lin was scolded by Hua Yeshen and was silent for a long time.

Longcheng City doesn't know about these.

"Scumbag, do you know that in order to help you, I have not repaid seventy percent of the funds I control to my family? In the future, if you dare not love my son, I will not let you go. ”

Just as Longcheng City was caressing his lower abdomen with his left hand and muttering in the direction of the Ming Tombs, footsteps sounded behind him.

After seeing Long Lao slowly walking down the mountain with the support of Longcheng City, Hua Lao's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said lightly: "Rehabilitation, Wang Luyang is still working in the People's Daily, right?" ”

The secretary stepped forward and whispered, "Yes." ”

"Let him send someone to Aoyama."

Hua Lao sneered slightly: "Now some people, after a long time of good life, have forgotten how this world came about. ”