The Mercenary War God of the City

“The night of the East China Sea, the starry sky is still bright.”

Emperor Xiao Qing leaned on the car, lit a cigarette leisurely, and a circle of smoke filled out as if it echoed the bright starlight in the sky.

“Master, are you homesick?”

Xiao Qi looked at Emperor Xiao Qing cautiously.

“Snapped…”

After saying this, he directly slapped himself with an annoyed look on his face, “What am I talking about, which pot is not opened or not, I still can’t change the habit of talking nonsense after so many years.”

However, Emperor Xiao Qing ignored him, instead looking at the stars in the western night. Because it had just rained, the air was very fresh now, and the sky was clear and bright when the dark clouds disappeared.

“I really want to go back and see the old man.”

He sighed.

“what?”

Xiao Qi was stunned, then woke up, it should be the prince’s grandfather.

“Eight years have passed, and my grandfather is also 80 years old.”

Emperor Xiao Qing was holding a cigarette in one hand, and leaning on the car with one hand behind his head, with a little melancholy.

Zhaohua is easy to pass, and in eight years, too many things have changed.

In eight years, he grew up from a youthful young man to this day, and he is even more powerful.

However, Donghai still cannot be forgotten.

This is his childhood home.

Some people can’t forget even for a lifetime.

For example, that, an old man who took him to the mountains to dig wild vegetables when he was a child.

That is, his grandfather.

His grandfather had two sons and two daughters. Except for the eldest mother, the other three children are in his hometown.

However, it was the most promising daughter and son-in-law who died young, and the grief was how the white-haired man gave the black-haired man.

“Hope everything is all right.”

The voice was low and helpless.

The world is in a hurry, how can there be perfection?

Even if your power is overwhelming, it is still just a passing moment, and even if your beauty is in the world, in the end, it will only turn into red powder and withered bones.

“Lord, Xiao Qi has something to say, I don’t know whether to say it.” Xiao Qi was hesitant.

“Say.” Emperor Xiao Qing glanced at him.

Xiao Qi said cautiously, “You feel like it’s useless here. Since you miss the old man, then go back and see him. It will be a few hours’ drive.”

“…”

Upon hearing this, Emperor Xiao Qing turned out to be dumbfounded on the spot.

Xiao Qi felt a little uneasy, “I, I just said casually, you have your own ideas, don’t, don’t take it seriously…”

“Go, get in the car.”

Suddenly, Emperor Xiao Qing pinched out the cigarette in his hand and opened the car door slightly excited and entered.

“Ah good.”

Xiao Qi suddenly woke up, grinning, dashed into the car, and drove away.

A heart of returning home is like an arrow.

………..

East China Sea, Dantong Town.

Qingping Village.

The little things about this place have long been familiar to Emperor Xiao Qing.

He was sixteen eight years ago, that is to say, he lived in Donghai for sixteen years.

However, before the age of ten, he lived in Qingping Village.

When he was young, his parents had a hard time starting a business. They had no time to take care of him, so they fostered him in his grandfather’s house. Every day, the father took him up the mountain to dig bamboo shoots and hunt, and his life was uncomfortable.

After the age of ten, the Xiao Group rose up. He was also sent to the East China Sea because he went to school. However, he would come back to accompany the two elders every holiday.

However, after the big change eight years ago, they never met again.

At this moment, the sky had just lighted up, dogs in the village barked and cocked constantly, and sometimes a group of children could be seen playing on the road.

Children in the countryside are no more delicate than those in the city. As soon as the sky is bright, they rush out of the house and play everywhere.

At the entrance of the village, a commercial car slowly approached. Not only did some children who were playing didn’t feel scared, they leaned forward curiously to see which car it was.

“The first ten years of my life, I grew up here.”

Familiar accents are staggered all over, old wires hanging on the side of the road, gravel roads, with memories of vicissitudes.

Even if Xiao Qing was the supreme king, when he stepped on the gravel path and saw a three-storey small rural building not far away, his eyes trembled.

“The flowers are blooming, red and white, and I won’t pick them. Everyone says I’m so good.”

Several children with immature but happy childlike voices rippled in his ears.

The innocent childish voice, with a little wind, ran past him.

Emperor Xiao Qing couldn’t help but narrowed his eyes and hummed softly, “One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one. Seven aunts came to pick the fruit, and the seven baskets held them. Seven fruits were arranged in seven, apples , Peaches, pomegranates, persimmons, plums, chestnuts, pears…”

“Hahaha…”

After one song was finished, Emperor Xiao Qing laughed.

He still remembered that when he was a child, he played around with a few friends to make trouble, either going up the mountain to pick wild fruits or fishing in the river.

Inside and outside the village, their traces are all left.

Cheers and laughter, as if yesterday.

However, the spring breeze is easy to pass, and time gets old, so fast.

If he hadn’t grown up in the middle of the world as a child, if he had been Xiao Dashao since he was born, maybe he would be no different from rich children like Lu Tianlong.

Of course, the children of the poor are in their homes early, and only after experiencing country life will they understand that a happy life is hard to come by.

Later, when Rao became Young Master Xiao, he never forgot that he also went out from the countryside.

The pace is approaching, and the courtyard is in front of you.

“Old man, come over for dinner, and I will go to Lao Yao’s house to help after dinner.”

A shout came out, the voice was old, but full of breath, it seemed so familiar.

Isn’t it right, grandma Cao Cui, who hugged herself since childhood, hummed nursery rhymes, and coaxed herself to sleep?

Before I knew it, the corners of my eyes were already wet.

“Huh, there is someone outside the door.”

Squatting on the threshold, smoking a dry smoke with his head down, the gray-haired Ye Xing stood up and was about to go back to the house for a meal. When he glanced at it accidentally, he saw a tall figure standing not far away.

Under this look, he was stunned for an instant.

His figure was thin, but he was very tall and straight. A windbreaker, like a finishing touch, gave him an extraordinary temperament.

He just stood casually, but it seemed that the rising sun couldn’t match the color on him.

The old man’s gaze was fixed on the face that was like a knife and axe, and the half-burning smoke in his hand fell to the ground without knowing it, and his voice trembled, “Little Qingzi?”

The voice was incredibly and shocked.

“Grandpa, it’s me, the baby is back.”

Emperor Xiao Qing was trembling with excitement in his eyes. He took three steps in two steps, and instantly arrived in front of the old man.

Ye Xing’s eyes trembled, and he couldn’t help but wiped his eyes. Then, he pulled his beard again, grinning with pain, and then reached out his hand to touch the face of Emperor Xiao Qing, and a series of movements confirmed what was in front of him. People are children who have been missing for eight years.

“Hahaha, good, good boy, you are finally back.”

With incomparable excitement, he hugged Xiao Qingdi tightly, his voice choked, “Good boy, great, I want to die grandpa, the old man knows that you are born extraordinary, how could you die, hahaha…”

His voice was extremely excited, with pride, wishing to announce loudly that his dear grandson is still alive, and he is back!

“As you said, I was born extraordinary and born as an emperor. Therefore, you always named me Qingdi, nickname Ye Qing, how could I die.”

Emperor Xiao Qing smiled long, holding the old man whose head was lower than himself in both hands.

Born to be extraordinary and born to be an emperor is a joke.

But, whoever thought, now everything is fulfilled.

“Who was it early in the morning?”

“Touch…Yes, it’s Xiaoqingzi?…”

Inside the house, Cao Cui, with half of his white hair, walked out of the house with a plate in his hand. He happened to see this scene and was shocked that even the plate fell to the ground.

“Qingdi, good boy, really, are you really back?”

At this moment, the old man, who was originally seven, eighty and eighty, was faster than the young man. He rushed directly in front of Emperor Xiao Qing. His weather-beaten, rough-skinned hands trembled and stroked the face of Emperor Xiao Qing. The tears could no longer stop. Fall down.

“Grandma, it’s me, Xiaoqingzi is back.”

Emperor Xiao Qing’s voice was trembling, and he held the two old men tightly.

After returning eight years later, no one knew the king, only the two old men recognized themselves at first sight.

After eight years of absence, the two old men are much older, all their hair is gray, their eyes are already muddy, and their bodies are no longer as healthy as they used to be. However, they still don’t forget this grandson.

“Yeah, old man Ye, this is an early morning visitor, what a rare visitor.”

Not far away, a few guys came over and saw this scene, they couldn’t help showing their surprise.

However, they didn’t think much about it. Instead, they walked towards the courtyard with a smile, familiar with them, pulled out a few stools, and sat with their legs crossed.

“Old man Ye, don’t rush to reminisce about the old, what happened to what I told you?”

“Old Ye, to be honest, it’s useless to keep that piece of land for your grandson to build a house for your grandson, but you don’t look at your old couple. In the past few years, which grandson has come back? Up?”

“Yeah, it’s not as good as selling it to us for five thousand yuan. Anyway, you won’t live for a few years. It saves a bit and is almost enough for the elderly.”

“…”

A few contemptuous smiles gradually bloomed.

Their words made the joy of reunion seem to have been splashed with cold water, and the three people in the reunion gradually calmed down.

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