The old man came to him twice. The first time was when Huang Mao burned down the orphanage, and he knelt in front of his mother-in-law's grave.

In fact, he didn't have to negotiate with them, it was easy to pull someone out of the bureau with the strength of the Xiao family in the military region, and these children were like grasshoppers shaking trees.

If so, why is it so difficult for a behemoth to crush a few of their eyesore?

But here he came. is straight to the point, and does not play any official tones and say miscellaneous things to confuse the public.

Black is black and white is white.

Xiao Fengzhi doesn't hate him.

Old Man Xiao sorted out his thoughts, and his words were as straightforward as a thick stick covering his head. He was indeed awake, and his heart was bloody.

The gist is that the babies are not young now, and the children of normal families are already in the third or fourth grade of primary school, but they are still following him in this barren mountain and wild land, which is enough to survive.

What can you do for them?

Even you yourself are still a child, with no money, no knowledge, and insufficient age. They are not sensible, and you are going to raise these smart children for the sake of a so-called "good for him"?

Zheng Zhuoguang didn't make a sound, he couldn't answer any questions.

Old Man Xiao understood the reason for being too late, and took a step back and said, you can think about it carefully first, don't panic about this matter, he came here today to make amends.

Huang Mao's fault destroyed the orphanage, he accompanied them in a building, and all the other losses were turned into silver money and returned, and he was taken to apply for a bank card today.

Zheng Zhuoguang had no way to refuse, and pursed his lips, "Thank you." The two came back silently, and before the person left, Zheng Zhuoguang still stopped the person, and grabbed the seam of his pants with both hands:

"I went to Xiao's house, and they ...... Will you be able to go to school?"

"You, why don't you ask for yourself?" Old Man Xiao sighed and rubbed the slender young man's head.

The little boy was a little sluggish when asked, and after feeling the caress of the generous palm, his eyes were even more erratic, and he felt embarrassed and awkward.

"Good boy, I really think of you as my own baby. I promise you, old man, that I will take care of those children with my heart. After they go to school, you come to Xiao's house every day to study. ”

"I, what do I need to do?" Zheng Zhuoguang never took all this for granted.

Old man Xiao also understood, and felt more and more sorry for this child, what kind of evil did that rabbit cub in his own family create! The old man organized his words, "Okay, that child." You promised me three conditions. ”

"Good. ”

"Don't you ask what the conditions are?" Old Man Xiao was watching the child's every move all the time, but he saw that the child's waist was straight, and a pair of big black grape-like eyes stared stubbornly, and smiled:

"Don't ask, don't ask, first, you will be the descendant of my Xiao family in the future. Regardless of temperament or ability, there is only one thing that must be guarded - you and I are both people from the mainland against the times, so we must keep this root. ”

"Roots?"

"You can understand the culture, customs, and even character of our continent. The old man patted him on the shoulder, thinking a little fascinated:

"The culture I admire has long been unable to resist the assimilation of otherworldly trends, and the so-called modern trends are nothing more than a mixed invasion of alien cultural dross. Is it because my generation is too worried?

It is not to remember the disappearing traditional crafts, folk houses, and literary costumes, but to feel that things are wrong with people. Seeing that they have given up their simplicity today, they have left their responsibilities and minds behind tomorrow...... What I am most afraid of is a serious mental illness. ”

“...... The culture of preservation is ...... Do you want to protect cultural relics?" Zheng Zhuoguang asked cautiously, he could feel the seriousness and seriousness of the old man. Old Man Xiao was pulled back to his senses by these timid words, and smiled:

"Scorching Light, don't worry, you'll know when you grow up. That's what you're remembering...... Promise me, if one day, everyone says you've done something wrong, don't be busy denying yourself. Think about it

One: Have you infringed on the interests of others? Two: From what point of perspective, why, and on what basis do they say this? Three: Are you really wrong?"

"Good. ”

"Second, when I go to Hexi one day, someone in the Xiao family may want to beat you and my son. That cub is a fool, I have a selfish heart, and I hope you can protect him. When the time comes, you go to him and he will tell you what to do. ”

"As long as he doesn't beat my brothers' minds again. Zheng Zhuoguang said this, quite a bit of gnashing of teeth. It made Old Man Xiao cry and laugh, but he could finally see that the child was a little more lively, and he also squatted down to swear:

"I promise not, I scared him after that mistake. In the future, you will also help me to watch him, and if he makes another mistake, you will wake him up for me!"

"What about the third one?"

"That's what I told you about the rabbit cub just now. I would like to ask if you can make a friend with him. Those who are close to Zhu are red, and those who are close to ink are black. His nature is not bad, but he is a little stunned.

I am usually very busy at work and rarely have time to take care of him, but it didn't take long for him to play with some gentlemen in the courtyard of the Xiao family. It is said that the three-year-old looks old, and those children are bad from the roots.

Nowadays, the atmosphere in this world is not very good, skipping classes, smoking and drinking have become the so-called trend, and those who study hard to find a way out have become nerds who are ridiculed.

There are still games, live broadcasts, a group of people are not obsessed. I asked him why he liked it, and he said that so many people liked it, so I played to pass the time......

I'm so old. Scorching Light, I'll take you to meet him first. Although I want to smoke someone when I see him now, if you don't hate it. I hope you can satisfy my selfishness. ”

Xiao Fengzhi can't remember what he said at the time, anyway, Old Man Xiao was kind to him with sincerity, and he returned it with sincerity.

However, it wasn't until he experienced the previous life that he thoroughly understood the three things that Old Man Xiao entrusted him.

First, the corruption of the spiritual culture of a world is the main reason for the decay of this world, the chaos of war, and the opportunity for foreign races to take advantage of it. The ultimate manifestation of a terminal illness is the connivance of rumors.

Just like the power of rumors summarized in those eight rhyming phrases: there is no responsibility for spreading rumors, there is no obstacle to spreading rumors, there is no helplessness in middle rumors, there is no way to refute rumors, refutation of rumors is ineffective, it is boring to break rumors, old rumors are gone, and there are countless new rumors.

Second, the Xiao family may have never been born in peace, and when the old man Xiao was still alive, he was clever in his means, and the suppression of Xiaoxiao has always been thunderous. But under the guidance of all forces in the clan, it is impossible for Huang Mao not to grow crooked.

Once he does something wrong, these little black histories can be constantly expanded, and even make up some things on his head, how can a gentleman have a pure personality?

The only solution is that he intervenes as the grandson of the Xiao family, and he goes to drive away those who want to distort him, and he becomes Huang Mao's "black history." ”

Fortunately, at this point, when he was young, he was "beating yellow hair every day to vent his anger", and he did a good job.

Old Man Xiao saw everything very clearly, and also took into account the situation of the "abandoned son" in the eyes of the elder after Huang Mao was set aside, and also silently prepared [Kill Evil] for a joke from his childhood.

Third, the yellow-haired cub is really stupid, and so is he.

He is obviously a murderer and arsonist, but he thinks that he is an ignorant older child who has been raised and disabled;

He is obviously a domineering and idiotic second ancestor, but he just saw the calculation behind his brainlessness and incompetence;

He is obviously a mud with low self-esteem and weakness who can't support the wall, but he just sees the conceit behind his hidden strength.

Huang Mao is stupid not to argue or cover up in front of him, he is stupid to get to the bottom of the problem.

Old man, live up to the trust, the two of them eventually became the most knowledgeable friends, Huang Mao grinned, he knew what kind of fart he was going to put on.

"Hey, sir, I've wasted so much saliva, you're going to fart me!" Xiao Jianjian almost roared. It's rare that the master has worked hard to explain for a long time, but today this bastard keeps wandering with him!

"Well, that's it?"

Xiao Fengzhi came back to his senses and felt like a world away, but listening to this high-decibel lion roar, Huang Mao's disgusted and fried look automatically appeared in his mind, which was inexplicably a little cute.

"Tsk, uncle, I'm annoyed and don't want to talk about it, you, look at it yourself!"

"Oh, don't, Dig the stream. Xiao Fengzhi changed his words from the good.

"Damn, where did you learn it? Lao Tzu got goosebumps.

Moreover, how many times have I said it, my name is 掬 [jū] 涧 [jiàn] not 掬 [qú] 涧 [jiān]!

Huang Mao was about to slam the phone angrily, but as soon as the pompous tone came out. A certain Xiao knew that Mao Shun was right, and he also replied extremely scoundrelly:

"I don't know who only knew half of the words at the beginning~ Just take it as a nickname, we naturally want to be different. ”

"Rub, I really can't say you, I'm convinced. Huang Mao put away his nonsense and said seriously: "Listen, I'll only say this once." ”

"Good. ”

"You must remember, five years ago. Huang Mao's tone was quite serious: "I obviously said that I would celebrate my birthday, but when I came back from my family, all your brothers said goodbye in one day." You've been avoiding it, but I know—

I took some time to investigate, and sure enough, those bastards who didn't seem to have been weaned left voluntarily, and someone was looking for someone to adopt them in the name of my Xiao family!"

"You mean, someone is dividing us?"

"Not yet. In those years, the old man took a lot of thought about finding a home for those bastard boys, and when someone knew about it, he had crooked thoughts.

It's true that I want you to turn against each other, after all, people with a discerning eye know at a glance that compared to this gentleman's second ancestor, the grandson of the Xiao family who was supported by the old man Xiao is the most threatening existence, and it is impossible to guarantee that those orphans are specially trained for you.

So, it's better to strike first. I didn't understand it at the time, but I forced you to go back to my home, and I was afraid that you would complain about me, so I asked the old man. ”

"No wonder the old man got the news from nowhere at that time, and he was clearly hanging from the water all day and night, looking groggy. But to see that I was strong and cheered up......"

That was the second time that Old Man Xiao talked to him as a completely independent individual, instead of loving his grandson.

At that time, he was still a minor and was in his second year of high school, and the youngest of his brothers was 13 and the oldest was 16, which was also half an age. There is no need to find a good family anymore, not to mention, no one will be willing to adopt this tired "unfamiliar" child.

The old man obviously thought the same thing, but the old friends he had personally trusted in the early years had all passed away. They will inevitably mention it when they are dying, so that the younger generations can do their best to complete it.

This time, I am afraid that someone will disobey the yang and take them by force. The old man said that he had sent someone to investigate the matter thoroughly, and there was no reason why a huge Xiao family could still make people lose it, right?

Xiao Fengzhi saw that the old man was forced to support the sleepiness, and he had to let him relax when he said it upside down in the later stage, so he no longer forced him to stay, and returned the old man's room to a quiet room.

"However, the people below called up the surveillance, and they left on their own. ”

In his last life, this question was a scar in his heart. Even later, in order to stimulate his decadent heart, Huang Mao brought back all the people one by one.

They don't say, and he doesn't ask. He's still the wise, all-powerful Boss Xiao, and they're still those gag-in-cheek, heartless bastards.

"How can you be so good at the tip of the bull's horns?Isn't it easy to threaten a message or a phone call?" Huang Mao sighed: "Zheng Zhuoguang, you are their boss. ”

You are their boss, and you are the light of all. How dare they and how easily they would leave. Do you think Quan Te is blind and stupid?

You are always nagging and annoying like an old mother, and they simply treat you as a few stupid sons who trust you, rely on you, and care about you. They don't say yes because they think you understand, I don't say yes......

"Of course, I prefer your name Xiao Fengzhi. Huang Mao paused and muttered nonsensically.

“...... Thank you, Rakmi. Xiao Fengzhi let out a long breath, fortunately, the brothers were not kidnapped by his morality before they were willing to follow. "So, Mu Youfan, what is this?"

If you let him know who is doing it......

"It all started three months ago......"

......

But in the end, I still couldn't get an accurate answer. For some reason, the time when it should have lost energy and no longer continue to reverse seems to be stuck at a critical point.

The faint stars flickered and flickered, obviously unable to talk, but looking at the movie in front of him and returning to the original Qi Yuan, a trace of enlightenment rose in his heart.

Yes, the "silence and death" of the Winter Night Array is not literal, it corresponds to the trend of Tai Chi, and lives until death.

It is to look at all the good lives in the past in a dream, and remember those wrong choices in your heart. Come back again, go against the sky, and create a future for everyone!

Winter Night's Array, Broken!