Before Li Nanheng walked in, he went to the side and bought two bottles of mineral water before walking in.
Feng Ling was standing in several crystal counters inside, looking at the exhibits that seemed to be sealed and forbidden to touch. Until he saw a knife engraved with ancient Indian patterns, he lowered his head and looked at the various words written next to the knife. kind of explanation.
Feng Ling was watching intently when a bottle of water was suddenly handed to her. She turned around and saw Li Nanheng standing next to her. She only glanced at the knife and asked lightly: "Do you like it?"
"Yeah, but this kind of knife is only of collectible value. Many of the knives here are just antique exhibits. Only the ones at the front counter are for sale. There seem to be many British short knives and Russian professional folding knives. I'll wait. You can go take a look later."
Li Nanheng glanced at the knife and said lukewarmly: "It is indeed collectible, but this one is fake."
Feng Ling was surprised: "How could it be fake?"
"This Damascus knife is famous all over the world and is very famous among international knives. Its origin is ancient India. It is made of Uzi steel ingots and has casting patterns on its surface. This knife was used as a weapon in ancient India, Persia, Arabia, etc. It is extremely sharp, and there are many rumors about it, but with the depletion of Wuzi iron ore mining, this knife has long been of the highest quality. Although it is famous all over the world, it is difficult to find a real thing." Li Nanheng said lightly.
"Then how are you sure this is fake? I see here that there are still a few surviving in the world..."
"Because, the real control lies with the Li family."
Feng Ling looked at him in disbelief.
Li Nanheng raised his stern eyebrows and gave him a meaningful look: "In these domestic stores, there are too many half-truths and half-falsies. There is no guarantee that any one is real, but there is no guarantee that any one is fake. After all, it is a high imitation country.”
Feng Ling quickly pulled him and asked him to lower his voice. Li Nanheng's voice was not too loud at first, but when she pulled him like this, he lowered his head and leaned into her ear: "If you like it, just go back to the old man and ask for it. Then It's a Damascus knife that he has treasured for decades. If you say you like it, he will definitely give it to you without saying anything. After all, you and the little thing in your belly are the ancestors of the entire Li family now."
"Since it was collected by grandpa, I won't covet it. Let him keep it." Feng Ling lowered his head and glanced at the fake in the crystal cabinet in front of him. Because he knew it was fake, he became more and more dissatisfied with it. I just stopped looking at the knives in the other cabinets and went straight to the knives I could buy in front of me to look around. Finally I picked up a small and refined folding knife with a hidden mechanism inside that was extremely sharp and played with it. Down.
"Don't you insist on giving me a gift? It will take at least a month for the customized ring to arrive in our hands. Why don't you give me a knife today?"
Li Nanheng glanced at the price posted on the knife.
Two thousand yuan is really nothing compared to a diamond ring worth millions.
But she liked it very much.
It is an authentic Russian folding knife.
It does look like it's made of stainless steel.
He took a look and called the clerk directly to check out. When the clerk came over, he thought it was this gentleman who wanted to buy. However, it was not until the other party swiped the card that he realized that it was the beautiful lady wearing a couple's outfit with him who had been holding the knife. The folding knife seems to be a favorite thing.
Do women actually like these swords and guns
For Feng Ling, it was more than just liking him.
After walking out of the store, she opened the folding knife in her hand, looked at the sky in the direction of the sun, squinted her eyes slightly in the light, and said softly: "When I was five years old, I was raped by that group of people. When the American mafia took me away in the jungle, a man saw that I was too scared, so he handed me such a folding knife in his hand and told me that as long as I have a weapon in my hand, as long as I am strong enough, If you stay calm, you don’t have to be afraid of anything. In the years before I was sent to the orphanage, that knife was always by my side. It supported my courage and my faith, allowing me to gradually learn to stand up straight from a little wolf girl. He walked and turned into a human. Later, the knife was confiscated by the orphanage or the police at that time. I haven't found the exact same knife for many years, but today, I found it."
Li Nanheng understood, stretched out his arms to pull the woman into his arms, and rubbed the top of her head with his hands: "It doesn't matter if this knife is by your side or not. From now on, I will be your knife."
The corners of Feng Ling's mouth curled up quietly.
This narcissistic man wants to steal the limelight with a knife. Is he trying to give her courage and belief
No need to grab.
Many years ago.
He already is.
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It has been more than three years, winter has passed, spring has come, and summer has gone again.
It was the third birthday of Li Shenyue, the grandson of the Li family. The two elders of the Feng and Li families wanted to get together, but there were too many people who wanted to come over to celebrate the child's birthday, so they could only choose a larger venue and go back and forth. , and finally chose the XI base.
Little Li Shenyue, who had been taken to the base by his own father to observe him since he was one year old when he could walk, now managed to escape from the presence of his four great-grandfathers and great-grandfathers and grandmothers. The three-year-old Bai Bai The clean little boy walked nervously outside each training camp, stopping from time to time, putting his hands behind his back, imitating Uncle A Feng's teaching tone and saying: "What are you doing? Don't whisper during training. , I thought this was a vegetable market..."
The new members of the base who were training inside saw that the young master of the Li family had wandered here, and they couldn't stand it anymore. They ran over collectively to pick up the little thing, gave him water, stirred up trouble, and asked him from time to time if he wanted to eat. What, all he had to do was hold Li Shenyue's lap and call him daddy. After all, this person will be the heir to the XI base in the future. In more than ten years, he will probably be pointed at the nose and scolded by him all day long. It's not as good as flattering him. Shoot early.
Li Shenyue, a child with his legs crossed, was enjoying the juice brought by his uncles and the ice cream and snacks bought from the base canteen. He was enjoying himself when he suddenly heard a gunshot, which seemed to be fired from five hundred meters away.
The little guy's ears twitched, and he immediately jumped out of the chair, stuffed all the juice and food in his hands back into their arms, swung the pot very neatly, and then ran out quickly, saying as he ran: " My mommy is here, don’t tell her I’ve been here!”
"...Okay, little ancestor."
The newcomers at the base saw the three-year-old little carrot head running a few hundred meters away. They accurately found Mommy who was instructing the newcomers to shoot. They ran over and hugged her thigh: "Mommy! What am I doing?" Only then can you get a gun—"
Feng Ling held a gun in one hand, fearing that it would go off and hurt him, so she quickly pushed the clingy little guy away. As a result, the little guy hugged her legs and wouldn't let go. When Li Nanheng heard the sound and came over, he heard his own father's call. The sound of footsteps made Li Shenyue's child instantly frightened, and he bent down to run away.
"Li Shenyue, did you go to the rookie team again just now and ask them to buy you snacks? Come back here! Stop, you brat—"
"Ahhh! Uncle Three Fatty, help me! Uncle Han, help me! Uncle Xu, help me! Uncle Ah Feng, help me... Ahhh, Uncle K, help me..."
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(—End of Lingli extra chapter.)
[Qin Siting/Shi Niange, you are my little love song, see you in the next love song.]