Xiaohong is a rabbit raised by a hero.
It likes to eat green vegetables and corn fragments, and has a very bad habit. It likes to drink alcohol, and it likes to drink the roast knife in the old drunkard's courtyard.
Whenever it was Fang Haohan's turn to deliver food and soup to Master or to help Master clean up the courtyard, he would hold Xiaohong over and give her a toothpaste. At that time, he drank freely from the roasting knife in the courtyard, and every time he lay down drunk on the ground, being carried back by Fang Junjun like a little drunkard.
Tomorrow will be the same as usual. Fang Haohan came over with Xiaohong in his arms and prepared to clean up the house for Master. By the way, he gave the drunken Xiaohong a small plate of burning knives as a way to celebrate that she was one year older. Suddenly, she saw a man standing at the entrance of Master's courtyard. Qian Haowu is in good shape.
Fang Haohan's face was full of vigilance. He immediately rushed to the entrance of the courtyard, stared at Qian Haowu and shouted: "Qian Haowu, what am I doing here?"
Qian Haowu saw that Fang Haohan was full of hostility, and immediately put on a posture that he could move his legs to fight back at any time.
"Okay, okay." Fang Yan waved his legs and said, "What is loyalty and filial piety?" He was standing there. Do they want to cause harm? Could he let them in? "
Fang Haohan chuckled, his cheeks were sunken deeply, and even if all the flesh on his face was cut off, it wouldn't even amount to two ounces.
Fang Haohan walked up to Fang Yan and asked in a low voice: "Uncle Master, those two brats—"
Snapped!
Fang Yan slapped him on the head and said angrily: "He can't understand Chinese, so I don't need to be so sneaky and shut up."
"Oh, then he's relieved." Fang Junhaohan breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Why did they come to our Yanwu? Why don't they hold up a lantern to look for shit? He went to ring the alarm bell at the entrance of the village and let everyone come over. Wrap them into dumplings and run them to the front door of our house. Then they run into our courtyard. Isn’t that bullying others?”
"Shut up." Fang Yan said. "Do I understand what it means that heroes cherish heroes?"
"I know. In Fang Yingxiong's eyes, the most awesome person is Fang Yingxiong—then Fang Yingxiong cherishes heroes."
Snapped!
Fang Yan slapped Fang Haohan on the head again. There's no way he can tell those two little bastards that he's not popular.
Fang Junhao hugged the rabbit and ran away, and said aggrievedly: "He didn't say anything wrong - I don't know the master's physical condition. If they come here to show off their power, won't that put a damper on the master's heart? What does the master care about most?" What? The most important thing is that the meridians are severed and there is no way to return to the previous peak state. I beg the old guy who pretends to be a ghost all day long to challenge the master. With the master's gender, he will definitely not refuse. What is that? Being bullied by a dog? If he has the ability, he can fight me—"
Fang Yan knows whether Fang Junjie is worried about the safety of the old drunkard, and whether what he said is very likely. Moreover, with thousands of soldiers coming all the way, wouldn't it mean that they would end the unsatisfactory battle that year
If Qian Bingbu challenges the old drunkard, the old drunkard will definitely not refuse. Just like when Fang Yan was challenged by Qianbingbu, although he was afraid of begging for death, he would not refuse even if he really wanted to die.
Some things have nothing to do with life and death, but everything to do with dignity.
In the past, old drunkards drank to relieve their worries.
If forced by external forces, he is afraid that the old drunkard will die to relieve his worries.
For such a proud man, such a glorious hero, to be in Ru Ming's situation, maybe life is more of a torture than death, right
Could it be, even if he knew that answer, Fang Yan still didn't stop the two of them from meeting.
Because, except for the old drunkard himself, no one is qualified to make that decision for him.
For such men, what they need most is understanding and respect, not protection and sympathy.
Fang Yan looked at Fang Haohan and said, "Is my obstruction useful?"
"No." Fang Haohan shook his head.
"Then just stand aside and pray." Fang Yan said.
Fang Haohan stared at Qian Haowu with unkind eyes and said, "I have nothing to do anyway. Please beat him up - who asked his father to challenge his master?"
Fang Yan glanced at Qian Haowu and said, "Whatever."
The person he respects is Senbei, but as for that guy Senhao Wu - he really doesn't like him at all. He also knew that Qian Haowu would not like him if he made a mistake.
If the opportunity comes, maybe Na Xiao will stab himself. Fang Yan was wrong that he was on guard.
Fang Haohan did not challenge Qian Haowu after all, because when he was about to do so, he heard the sound of cracking wood coming from the courtyard.
"The fight started." Fang Haohan said anxiously. He held Xiaohong tightly in his arms, like a frightened ugly little girl. I would be hard-pressed to find a more beautiful woman than Fang Haohan.
Qian Haowu also heard the sound. He didn't care about Fang Haohan's sneak attack from behind, and hurried to the wooden door to look in through the gap.
Fang Yan took a step forward and pulled him aside from the door.
The two men inside were furious, and the small courtyard could be demolished by them in a matter of minutes. A branch flying out from it can kill someone. Qian Haowu ran to the door and lay down, but was killed accidentally.
To be honest, Fang Yan really didn't care about Qian Haowu's life or death. Because he always felt that that guy was too small-minded and too bad.
But no, if Qian Bingbu came out and found that his son was dead, he wouldn't suspect that he did it, right? It would be bad if I asked you not to cause such a misunderstanding.
After a few rings, there was no movement in the courtyard again.
Fang Haohan looked at Fang Yan, and Qian Haowu also looked at Fang Yan.
Fang Yan's expression was solemn, but he didn't shut up.
He could feel the chilling atmosphere in the hospital, and something seemed not quite right.
Thinking of all the abnormalities when Qian Bingbu arrived, Fang Yan had a very bad feeling.
Don't those two people want to fight to the death
Fang Yan became anxious and hesitated whether he should push open the wooden door and break in.
Crunch—
The wooden door opens from the inside.
The old drunkard stood at the door. He glanced at Qian Haowu first, and then said to Fang Yan: "The Eastern Sword God Qian Bingbu died in battle."
"Father—" Qian Haowu had already seen his father's body lying on the ground in the snow nest, and he threw himself over miserably.
Fang Yan's face was gloomy, and he felt very sad when he saw Qian Bingbu's peaceful face after his death.
The person who was very alive just now has now turned into a corpse without breathing or heartbeat.
Life is impermanent, that's all.
I think of the first meeting between the two, of their battle at Yijian Peak, of him suddenly jumping up and pushing his body away to avoid the shots of those flying men, of him standing in the east of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the courtyard wearing a red robe and long sleeves. , and also remembered that he parked his car on the side of the road and ran into the wheat field like a child, stepping his naked feet into the cold black earth -
"Father--" Qian Haowu stretched out his legs to cover the wound on his father's stomach, but no matter how hard he tried, the bright red blood still continued to flow out. Not only did it come from the front, but also from behind. The large pieces of red snow piled up in the courtyard were melted by the warm blood water. The melted ice water and blood water merged together, and more ice water gathered. The ice water soaked Senbei's body like a natural hotbed.
As the blood and water in Qian Bingbu's body continued to pour in, the color of the ice water became thicker and thicker. The smell of blood filled the courtyard.
Qian Haowu saw the branch held in his father's leg, grabbed the branch and rushed towards the old drunkard standing in the corner drinking with a wine jar.
"He begged to kill me." Qian Haowu yelled evilly, looking a little hysterical.
He begged like crazy!
He has gone crazy!
He never imagined that something like that would happen when he accompanied his father to visit friends in Yanjing. In his mind, the man who was like a god of war, a hero who could never be defeated, would actually lie in a pool of blood like those with his wrong legs before.
How could he die? How could he die
He is the Eastern God of War and his most powerful father.
He has always been under the care and protection of his father. He is arrogant because his father is not an Eastern swordsman. He also works hard because his father is a Japanese swordsman.
He always felt that he had a lot of time. Under his father's guidance and care, he would be able to achieve the same achievements as his father. Perhaps a more dazzling achievement than his father's.
But maybe, why did my father suddenly disappear
No, that man took his father away, and he begged to kill him. He must have begged to kill him—
Wow—
He was only halfway through when a large vat of wine suddenly drenched his head.
The cold wine soaked his clothes, messed up his hair, and even the red silk tied on his forehead became loose and flew away.
The most important thing he asked for was no, which made him freeze from head to toe, and he became sober.
His eyes turned blood red, and he stared at the old drunkard without blinking.
His breathing was rapid, but his body seemed to have been immobilized by someone, unable to move at all.
The old drunkard was not angry. He looked at him expressionlessly and said, "I am a lucky guy because I have a great father. I am also a tragic guy because my father is so great."
Senbei's eyes were still staring at the old drunkard unblinkingly, as if he understood what he said, and if he didn't understand anything at all.
The old drunkard's attention shifted to Fang Yan and said: "He wants to stay in the East and let his body turn into a handful of dust in his country of China. He wants to see the vastness and depth of his country of China with his own eyes, so let him Take a good look. He wants to use his feet to measure the courage and foundation of the Chinese nation, so let him take a good look."
“Let him wear his shroud, live in his coffin, and enter his tomb—a generous burial.”
(ps: Sorry for the late update.)