early morning.

Jiang Qian opened the curtains of the hotel bedroom, looked up at the blue sky and white clouds, and overlooked the bustling commuting scene in Beijing's famous business district.

Looking back at the big gamble I experienced a few days ago, everything seems like a long time ago. As my identity changes, the people and things around me change immediately.

Jiang Qian clearly remembered that when his new rank was announced a few days ago, the eyes of people he was familiar with looked at him with subtle emotions, which actually reminded him of the two security guards in his hometown area.

Perhaps only he knows how much he has changed over the years.

Nowadays, the old town of Jinping has been deserted and has become a barren land waiting to be developed; and he, from a strange kid who everyone feared, was unexpectedly shaped into a guardian who upholds justice and upholds his mission.

This result is unexpected, and there is a certain irony hidden in it: it is as if a person has gone through vicissitudes of life and finally turned into the kind of person he once disliked the most.

In the dark, Jiang Qian saw a little kid with cold eyes, who firmly believed that "everyone will be punished if he doesn't do it for himself", looking at him with disdain through the glass window in front of him.

"So early……"

A pair of catkins came up from behind, wrapped their arms around Jiang Qian's waist through his shirt, and nestled their cheeks against his back: "Wouldn't you like to sleep a little longer?"

Ye Xiaojing slept late last night, and now Ye Xiaojing's eyes were bleary, as if she was still immersed in the warmth of last night.

Jiang Qian turned around and held his girlfriend's waist: "No, I have to go out to meet someone today."

"Meeting someone?" Ye Xiaojing's eyes became clear.

Their identities and whereabouts are kept secret in Beijing, especially Jiang Qian. Even if someone wants to meet, it is usually from within. So when Jiang Qian said he wanted to "go out" to meet someone, Ye Xiaojing instinctively became alert.

.

"Don't worry, I've already made a report. It's safe." Jiang Qian said with a smile.

"...That's good." Ye Xiaojing paused and finally didn't ask.

Speaking of which, Ye Xiaojing's name was not on the recruitment list of the Special Operations Department this time.

The examiner's explanation for this was very ambiguous: it seemed that taking into account the romantic relationship between the two, in order to avoid adverse effects, appropriate "isolation" treatment was done.

Therefore, Ye Xiaojing retains her original position, and her performance in "Gamble" will be included in the file, and these rights will be realized in other opportunities.

"I'm going to call room service and prepare some food for you, as well as some clothes to wear... Since you're going out to meet people, you have to dress decently. By the way, what is the occasion, and are there any specific dress requirements?"

Ye Xiaojing let go of Jiang Qian and started to get busy.

Jiang Qian turned around and leaned against the window, looking thoughtfully at her graceful figure.

"What's wrong?" Seeing Jiang Qian didn't answer, Ye Xiaojing stopped with a slight doubt.

"It's nothing, I see you are becoming more and more a good wife and mother." Jiang Qian said with a smile.

Ye Xiaojing frowned slightly when he heard this.

She vaguely felt that the term "good wife and loving mother" was not a positive comment when used in a relationship, and she felt a hint of "sigh" from Jiang Qian's half-smiling expression.

The ruthless mantis with two blades that once frightened the mutant community is now lingering on the bed and being laughed at as a "good wife and mother". Is it a sad and lamentable "sigh"? Or is it a regretful "sorrow"...

Thinking of this, she subconsciously replied: "Headquarters intelligence officer Bai Xiaoxi is a truly good wife and mother, and she has not affected others' success in their careers."

Jiang Qian was stunned for a moment.

Immediately he reacted and secretly sighed that women's thoughts are really sensitive and interesting.

That's because family life is not fully satisfied, so they use their remaining passion at work... Jiang Qian coughed lightly and changed the topic wittily:

"What kind of gift should I prepare for meeting an elderly friend?"

…

After preparing for a long time, it was already afternoon when we went out.

Jiang Qian got into the commercial vehicle of Wanzhong Headquarters and drove all the way to the "Lao Po Xiao" residential area where Lu Fanni took him to last time.

Entering a narrow alley, the car was forced to move slowly.

Although there is no rush for commuting this time, today happens to be the weekend, and there is still a lot of traffic at the gate of the community. Adults and children pass by in a hurry, and adults and grandparents sit in rows, chatting in full swing from family, country, and world to parents.

Jiang Qian parked his car nearby and carried out a low-key attack with a few bottles of good wine.

Entering along the side gate of the community, he did not enter the residential building, but walked directly to the double-storey warehouse opposite.

The benefits of having spiritual vision are obvious. Even without ringing the doorbell, you can know that the target person is not at home, and you can also know that he is doing carpentry work in a remote warehouse at the moment.

Lu Fanni never mentioned that Dionysus was good at making crafts, which made Jiang Qian feel a little strange.

He also loved to play with these gadgets when he was a child. Although the categories are different, the interests are similar.

"Coming?"

The God of Dionysus did not look back, and continued to play with the wooden pistol in his hand. From time to time, he used a knife to cut off some excess wood chips, and then polished it with sandpaper.

The corner next to him was filled with a row of uneven semi-finished wood carvings and bottles and jars containing various miscellaneous items.

"Senior, what are you busy with?"

Jiang Qian put all the gifts aside and walked to the old man to look at them carefully.

"Just have fun!" Dionysus said with a smile.

His appearance was somewhat old and disrespectful, but Jiang Qian didn't mind. After all, he was young and mature, and everyone was not a kind person.

"Do you need help?"

"Haha, okay, then help me adjust the color."

The God of Bacchus was not polite and casually handed Jiang Qian a few paint tubes and a dirty palette. It was probably that some child had worn out the unwanted ones and he collected them for secondary use.

"This..." Jiang Qian, a layman, was at a loss what to do.

"Oh, yes, use this! I'll teach you..." Dionysus took out another brush from the glass bottle at his feet and began to guide Jiang Qian in color mixing.

It is difficult to say whether the origin of these things is "clean", but Jiang Qian still followed suit and acted on the precarious palette according to the instructions of the God of Dionysus.

After cleaning up the sawdust, Dionysus took another small brush from the glass bottle, dipped it in Jiang Qian's paint, and began to paint the pistol.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! This process requires considerable patience. The old man's movements are slow and intoxicating, and he seems to really enjoy it.

Jiang Qian was also watching attentively and waiting.

Their location is the innermost side of the double-story warehouse, close to the high wall blocking the outer road, and has its own ecology hidden under the old trees. On weekdays, almost no one visits this area.

It is probably for this reason that Dionysus has no scruples in placing his weird gadgets all over the walls.

"Why did you come to me this time?"

Just when Jiang Qian thought that the old artist was obsessed with his unique craftsmanship, the opportunity to start a conversation came without any warning.

"Of course I came to visit you and listen to your stories about the past." Jiang Qian said immediately.

The God of Dionysus curled his lips: "Hey, boy, you really know how to beat around the bush... Didn't I tell you everything last time? If there is anything you don't understand, go home and look for it!"

"I searched and got some results. Thank you to the God of Dionysus for your guidance."

"Is there any result?" Dionysus squinted one eye and turned to look at Jiang Qian, "What is the result?"

This made Jiang Qian question: Isn't it exactly the way you pointed out to me, and why are you talking to me?

But he still answered the question politely: "My father, I know his true identity."

The old man had a weird temper, and it was not the first time that Jiang Qian learned this lesson. If he wanted to hear something real, he had to calm down.

"Huh? True identity!"

The God of Dionysus looked uninterested and curled his lips and said: "What's the matter, are you proud of yourself this time?"

Jiang Qian was slightly startled.

But he immediately realized that the "problem" was his official title.

So he said: "What's there to be proud of... My father, who has been deceased for many years, was actually a big shot in a high position. He devoted almost all his life to his faith, but left the trauma to his family. With such a father, what should I do?"

Are you proud?"

This spoke his true feelings to a certain extent, so that the Dionysian's eyes softened a lot when he glanced at him: "Well, that's true. What happens next?"

"He left me a treasure map in his hometown. Then I followed the map and took a trip. There, I gained some understanding of the past of the previous generation."

The Dionysus was silent for a moment, sighed, and then turned back to continue painting the wood carving in his hand: "What else?"

"My father's relationship with the Dragon God is extraordinary."

The god of wine paused for a moment.

Jiang Qian continued: "I know that your relationship with the Dragon God is not ordinary, so there are some things I can only talk to you about."

"Ah!"

The Dionysian snorted, lowered his head and blew on the surface of the painted wood carving, and carefully placed it on the outermost side of the row of semi-finished products:

"Don't overestimate me. I know very little about the relationship between your father and the Dragon God! It can be said that ever since the Dragon God became friends with your father Jiang Xuesong, he seems to have become a different person. I still don't know anything about it.

Understand...why the Dragon God, who turned his hands to make clouds and rain, became like that."

"Changed?" Jiang Qian couldn't help but frown.

According to research from the trip to the Holy Mountain, Dragon God Yun Zhongshuo initially established a friendship with his father through that chance chance of joining forces after he suffered a serious injury and lost his memory.
To be continued...