Thinking about it a year later, I also had the intention to leave.

Fan Xiaodao asked, "After your resignation, will you return to Guangxi?"

Yang Deshui nodded and said, "Yes, I haven't been home for thirty years, so it's time to go back and have a look. When you get old, you can be considered as returning to your roots. I don't know what happened to those friends in childhood. By the way, Xiaodao,

You won’t blame me, will you?”

What's the blame? What's there to blame?

There are only some differences in philosophy between them and Yang Deshui, and they are all limited to work. There is no fundamental conflict of interest, so where can the blame come from?

Fan Xiaodao shook his head, "How could it be!"

"Haha!" Yang Deshui laughed loudly. He moved the box and refused Fan Xiaodao's help. "This is the farewell. Take care. If you pass by Nandan someday, come and have a drink with me! No need to give it away!"

After that, he left Nanya without looking back.

I have been working as a sergeant at Six Gates for thirty years. When I was leaving, there was no one to see me off.

Fan Xiaodao watched him leave.

Yang Deshui's thin figure was extremely desolate.


Chapter completed!