readx;

The Eighth Master ended the conversation with Wu Xingwen while half-believing and curiosity, but when he thought about the future, he would have a headache. That was the Hong family. On Hong Kong Island, most of the communities on the road have close ties with this family. Even the Zheng family, which has now been washed away and has a financial position in the top five in Hong Kong Island, is just the spokesperson of the Hong family in Hong Kong Island. [Ran^Wen^Book Library]

"It's a blessing, not a disaster, it's a disaster, it's a disaster. Be a monk and hit the clock for a day!" When the Eighth Master left Wu Xingwen's house and sat in the car, he thought silently.

Wang Le, the initiator of the bloody storm, had already left Hong Kong Island when dawn was about to begin, crossed Pengcheng, and rode a heavy machine toward Jiangnan.

There was nothing to say all the way. At 1 pm, Wang Le, who had already changed into a Q7 car, finally entered the Feicheng realm.

When Wang Le found a restaurant on the side of the road, and simply filled the Wudian Temple and then arrived at the company, he had just entered the office and had not yet sat in the hot water. He saw the fat man knocking on the door and walking in.

"Cola, everyone below has agreed to go to Qionghai for a trip." The fat man supported his desk with his hands and looked at Wang Le sitting in the boss's chair behind the table.

Then, without waiting for Wang Le to nod, he asked again: "Where did you go yesterday? I haven't seen you in a day."

Wang Le first said that he had something else, and then mentioned the travel matter, saying, "I have a villa in Qionghai. There are few people in the company. Then you should not stay in a hotel with a tour group, just live there directly. This way, you will be less restricted by participating in a tour group and being arranged. You can freely allocate time and have fun."

The fat man enviously said: "You really have you. I bought a villa in Qionghai quietly, I don't know."

Wang Le waved his hand and explained: "The jade I made from gambling stone last time was made in the capital. The extra bracelet was exchanged for Qionghai's villa."

The fat man nodded, then changed the subject with a smile, and suggested: "We haven't had a meal at Xinzhou Hotel for some days, so we will ask Wu Liang and the youngest to have a gathering together in the evening?"

Seeing that the fat man said he was going to Xinzhou Hotel, Wang Le couldn't help but think of Jiangsu, and then said with some excuses: "You can eat, but it's better to change the place. Didn't our wife Jiangnan open a branch? Just go there."

The fat man didn't care, so he put away his big fat hands that were standing on the desk and said, "Then I'll contact Wu Liang and the others."

Then the two talked about the company for a while, and the fat man left the office and arranged an evening party.

Qilin accompanied his mentor on the road leading to the capital, and asked with a strange look on his face: "Master, you have always gone around and went to many places along the way. Now you are about to arrive in the capital, why do you still have to get off the car and walk into the capital?"

The old guy stopped, turned around and looked at the Qilin following him, then walked forward slowly with his hands on his back. After a while, he said softly: "When people live too long, what they fear most is not death, but watching old friends and friends around him leave this world one by one."

"I have been staying in the deep mountains and forests of the border. I have not entered the mainland for many years, just because I am afraid that I will be sad about the scene."

"Those familiar places, because brothers and beauty have long been buried in the loess and turned into skeletons, they have become strangers when they revisit their old place many years later."

Speaking of this, the old guy paused before sighing meaningfully: "This feeling is a great fear and has also become a devil in my heart."

Qilin looked at his mentor's hunched back, as if he had seen the changing world of the great times, and was interpreting the changing situation on his body.

Suddenly, the old guy paused, stopped, and looked sideways at a mountain in the distance, with a little sadness and sadness in his eyes.

Qilin learned from his mentor to look at the mountain.

"Do you know where is behind that mountain?" the old guy murmured in vain.

Before Qilin could reply, the old guy whispered: "That is my hometown, where I was born, a small mountain village called Xiaojiaao."

Qilin next to him turned his head to look at his mentor, and couldn't help but realize that this was his hometown, no wonder he got off when he was approaching the capital.

"Master, I only found out that your surname is Xiao until today." Qilin said with a smile when he heard that his master's birthplace was Xiaojiaao.

Immediately, he continued, "Master, you probably haven't returned to your hometown for many years. Now you've arrived at your doorstep, so why not go over and take a look."

Then he saw the old guy stiffen, then shook his head and murmured: "Young young man left home and returned home, his accent has not changed, his hair has faded, and children don't know each other when they meet, so he asked where the guests come from."

"I don't have the courage to face this kind of desolation."

Qilin fell into silence. He knew that the old man's heart must be filled with unspeakable sorrow, and the only thing he could do was to quietly accompany his mentor.

Before we knew it, the bright sun in the sky slowly dimmed and slowly fell to the west. The old and the young had never moved by the roadside, as if they had forgotten the passage of time.

When the sunset was spread around the sky, the old guy spoke quietly and broke the silence, looked at the mountains in his hometown, and murmured: "The world's storm comes from us, and as soon as we enter the rivers and lakes, the years are urging. The emperor's tyranny is talking and laughing, and life is drunk. He holds his sword and crosses the cavalry and waves the ghost rain. The bones are astonishing as mountain birds. The world is like a trendy man like water, and only sighs that a few people in the rivers and lakes are coming back."

"Xiaoyue, Mutou, Gazi, I'm back and see Heihu Mountain in my hometown."

At this time, in the aftermath of the Qilin, he saw tears falling from the corner of his mentor's eyes, and his cold heart couldn't help but feel sad.

Qilin couldn't help but think of the girl he couldn't forget and had not yet had time to confess, and she would be able to return to her hometown and meet again in some time.

By then, she would marry and raise children with her beloved man!

By then, maybe he had already buried his bones in a foreign land!

"The world is like a trendy person like water, and I only sigh that a few people from the world have returned."

Qilin murmured and retelled the poem from the old Hong Kong film that his mentor said.

In the movie "Swordsman" by Dongfang Bubai, he is proud of the world and recites this poem.

At this moment, my teacher returned to his hometown many years later and never saw those brothers and beauties again. He was so sad that he couldn't chant it.

And why is he Qilin?

Maybe it’s about the future, I don’t know where the soul returns!

At this time, Qilin couldn't help but think of the throne, the strongest ace who was invincible and finally left the army, and couldn't help but feel a little envy with jealousy.

"You're lucky!" Qilin could only sigh inwardly.
Chapter completed!