(The official account has been updated with the "Biography of Huiyou", and you are interested in searching for the official account "Zhong Xingyu" to see the legendary life of the second brother.) ）

The capital is a very interesting place, some people get rich overnight, some people are so poor that they have to sell their children in just a few hours, some people struggle day and night, and some people waste their lives day after day.

When the sun set, Zhao Ji finished sorting out the lesson plans and handouts, turned off the computer, stood in the old flower window of the principal's office and drank a few sips of wolfberry-soaked warm water, and then stepped out of the school gate with a thermos glass.

At this point in time, the capital's subway has not yet fallen into a real sense of busyness, he always enters the station at the same entrance of the same station, and then waits for the same subway train in front of the same gate, sitting in the same position by the door. Sometimes he would stand by the door when someone was seated until someone gave up his seat or simply reached his destination.

When he walked out of the subway, he would give a few coins to the old blind man who sang in the subway passage on a good day, even if the old blind man's "Erquan Reflecting the Moon" tune ran badly. Then turn along the main road into a small alley, and walk along the alley for a few minutes, and there is a courtyard guarded by soldiers.

"Principal Zhao, you're back!" The soldiers who didn't stand guard would greet him with a smile from afar, and the young soldiers felt that Professor Zhao, who was the principal of the military academy, was much easier to get along with than most of the people here.

He would greet each soldier with a smile, and he could call every sentry by name, even their nickname, because when he was fine, he would hang out with these young soldiers who were far away from home to bask in the sun, and occasionally share with them some anecdotes that were rarely heard in the army. Walking a few steps along the bluestone path, he saw several cars with military license plates parked outside a villa, his pace slowed down, frowned slightly, and then raised his feet and entered the villa that he couldn't enter several times a year.

The crowd in the study was indignant. A middle-aged colonel made an impassioned speech, foaming at the mouth, and his words were full of the smell of knives and guns. Before he could finish speaking, another colonel took over, equally indignant, as if in the next moment he was about to behead the man he said was the one who started his horse with thousands of horses.

When Zhao Ji walked into the study, they just glanced at it, and then turned their gaze to the old man who was sitting at the top of the seat.

The old man's eyes were always slightly closed, and there was no change in expression on his wrinkled face.

Zhao Jiading Haishen Needle, Zhao Ruopu.

Zhao Ji just sat down in a corner of the study, spread out a copy of the Beijing News, and read it with relish. The eight secret letters in the newspaper are far more interesting than what these high-eyed and low-handed guys say.

When the last soldier with a gold star on his shoulder also finished expressing his opinion, Zhao Ji closed the newspaper and looked at the people in the study with an interesting expression.

"All finished?" Before the old man with his eyes slightly closed had yet to speak, Zhao Ji lazily preemptively said, "If you are all done showing your loyalty, you can almost disperse, I have been listening to you chattering here for an hour, it is just useless nonsense, and my ears are going to grow maggots." The words were harsh, but there was always a Buddhist smile on his face.

After saying this, someone finally remembered that Zhao Ji, who rarely shows his face in family affairs now, used to be a one-size-fits-all character in the Zhao family.

Everyone was a little embarrassed, you look at me, I look at you, and finally their eyes fell on the face of the old man in the first place, for them, the attitude of others is not important, the key is what the old man surnamed Zhao Ruopu thinks.

"Don't think about it, it's time to disperse!" Zhao Ji was already giving an eviction order, which made everyone's faces a little ugly.

The old man's voice made a dull sound, and the entire study room instantly fell silent, and even Zhao Ji stopped talking.

"Let Zhao Yi in. "Liangyi, the old man said five words like gold.

After a while, Zhao Yi, who deliberately wrapped his arm in several bandages in the hospital and had half of his face swollen, entered the study nervously, and when he saw a room of elders, especially his uncle Zhao Ji who looked at him who seemed to be smiling, his heart couldn't help but tremble.

"Grandpa!" he cautiously bowed to the old man, and when he saw that the old man did not speak, he no longer dared to look at the old man.

"Xiaoyi, do you really see clearly, it was Wang Pengzhen's grandson Li Yundao who shot and killed?" Zhao Ji looked at his nephew with a smile.

"Back to the third uncle's words, it was indeed Li Yundao who shot and killed people last night. Zhao Yi didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in Zhao Ji's gourd, so he had to answer truthfully.

"A foreign soldier, if he dies, he dies, and there is nothing to pursue. But the shot in your arm, what do you mean?" Zhao Ji then asked.

He said that this was the interest that hurt Wang Xiaobei. Zhao Yi replied cautiously.

"Interest?" Zhao Ji seemed to quickly understand something, and laughed, "You betrayed Zhao Huai, hahaha, it's interesting and interesting, it's really Zhao Ping'an's son!"

Zhao Yi showed a frightened expression on his face, he almost didn't dare to look at the old man's face, he only dared to wave his hand at Zhao Ji again and again: "I didn't mean to, he ...... He's really going to kill me......"

Zhao Ji got up and walked out, walked to the door, and then turned around and said, "My son of the Zhao family, when have you ever been afraid of the word death!"

Zhao Yi's face was as earthy as the color of earth, and he secretly looked at the old man with an ancient face that was not wavering.

Zhao Ji left, everyone looked at me, I looked at you, and they were all a little embarrassed.

"Let's disperse!" the old man finally spoke, and everyone was stunned, and then they scattered, but for them, the purpose of coming here today had been achieved.

Only Zhao Yi stayed, and he wanted to speak several times, but he didn't know what else to say to this high-ranking grandfather.

Finally, when he made up his mind to speak, the old man spoke.

"Death, don't be afraid. Don't be afraid of some humiliation. But those surnamed Zhao have to stand tall and be a man. ”

Zhao Yi lowered his head, his face like ashes.

"Go to northern Zhejiang to meet your father, then pack up and go back to England!"

Zhao Yi opened his mouth, but finally did not speak.

In the Zhao family, no one dared to refute the things set by the ancestors, including his father Zhao Ping'an. He didn't know how much effort Zhao Ping'an had spent in order to get him back from abroad, but now it was just an understatement of "go back to study abroad", and all Zhao Ping'an's previous efforts were instantly crushed.

Waiting for Zhao Yi to leave, the head of the Zhao family, who was one word different from Zhao Xiang who "ruled the world with half of the Lun language", finally opened his eyes, but saw that Zhao Ji had entered the study again at some point.

"In comparison, Huai'er has both strategy and skill, but compared to the child of the Wang family, it is still a small thing!" Zhao Ji said without raising his head while reading the newspaper. "A while ago, there was a deputy director of the Beijing Public Security Bureau who retired, and no one has filled the position, or I will talk to Huai'er, if you want, let him come back from northern Zhejiang!"

The old man nodded, and finally spoke: "That kid of the Wang family has a bit of the smell of that person back then!"

Zhao Ji was taken aback, shook the newspaper, and said quietly: "I have fought with him, and he can be regarded as the best in this generation." Huai'er is not as good as him. Well, Jiang Qingtian is not as good as him. After thinking about it, he continued, "The Zhu family has nothing to match." ”

The old man nodded: "Good steel is all refined." ”

Zhao Ji understood: "I arranged for someone to grind him, but the murderous aura on that kid was very heavy, and I almost died in his hands." ”

The old man smiled: "It's understandable that the eldest husband kills people in anger. ”

Zhao Ji said: "...... over there"

The old man snorted lightly: "If you don't teach, it's my father's fault!"

Zhao Ji's face twitched: "I'm afraid it's going to be blamed on me again!"

The old man said: "Peace of mind, it's a little reluctant to go up." It's Xilin, this kid, who has been shining in the past few years!"

Zhao Ji frowned: "After all, it's not surnamed Zhao!"

The old man glanced at him and asked calmly, "Does it matter?"

Zhao Ji was a little dissatisfied: "Isn't it important?" He seemed to be a little dissatisfied, after all, for something, he himself paid a heavy price.

The old man smiled: "Your pattern has to be higher, bigger, and farther!"

"By the way, what does Jiang Lao mean, did he want to restrain that kid by sending Jiang Qingtian to Jiangnan?" Zhao Ji sneered, "Their Jiang family is not as prosperous as our Zhao family, when Jiang Qingtian is really killed, I want to see if they will beat their chests when they send black-haired people!"

"When people get old, they tend to be confused. The old man yawned, "Old man, the spirit is not enough!"

Zhao Ji watched the old man leave the study with his hands in his hands, and the newspaper was also put aside, frowning and thinking about something.

The old man, who had just yawned, walked to the garden behind the villa and looked at the sunset on the horizon with a sad face.

Footsteps sounded behind him, and needless to say, he knew that it was Zhao Ji who couldn't figure out something and followed up again.

"Dad, I still don't understand ......"

"You don't have to understand. The old man looked at him calmly, "If you can't figure it out, then don't think about it." ”

"But ......"

The old man laughed: "In all dynasties and dynasties, all those who have achieved great things have to go through hardships. It's a very interesting thing to think that is the Colosseum where we old people have nothing to do, and to find a good seedling with a bad temper but worth cultivating!"

"But he doesn't have the surname Zhao either. Zhao Ji emphasized again.

"You......" the old man stood with his hands in the bloody sunset, "Look at the problem and think about things, you have to stand taller, taller." Putting aside the family and the individual, and thinking from the perspective of the whole country and nation, some of the answers will be clearer. ”

Zhao Ji looked at the old man in amazement: "What do you mean...... Whetstone?"

The old man smiled meaningfully: "Yes, but not all. The big waves sweep the sand, and the immortal is the real skill!"

Zhao Ji was silent for a long time before he said, "Maybe, you are right!"

The old man nodded and smiled: "Time and history will tell." ”