On the way back, Yang Qi let go of a matter in his heart - he originally planned to seek justice for Zhai Chaowei and find a quiet time to find Cao Xiaopeng, at least break Cao Xiaopeng's leg, but now he doesn't plan to do it. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

That's good!

Just take advantage of this time to go to Taizhou to see grandpa.

When he came to this world, he had several calls with his grandfather, and he felt that the voice on the phone was very similar to his grandfather, and the photos of his grandfather seen in the "Yang Qi" album were also somewhat similar to those of his grandfather when he was sixty years old.

In fact, during this time, Yang Qi's longing for his grandfather was increasing day by day.

In fact, in his previous life, Yang Qi had no closeness to other relatives, but his longing for his parents and his admiration for his grandfather have never been severed.

Now, he has seen his parents, and in the past two months, he has seen his mother day and night, and the only person he wants to see is his grandfather.

Yang Boyuan!

It is the name of Yang Qi's grandfather, and in Yang Qi's impression, his grandfather is very strange.

Like to smoke hookah, like to raise dragon beard grass, they used to live in the yard to raise hundreds of large and small dragon beard grass, but also like to eat stinky tofu, Yang Qi's memory, grandpa only bought the stinky tofu of the street tail Zhang Kee's house.

In addition to this, my grandfather also liked to practice swords, and when he was in his seventies, he still liked to practice swords for two or three hours on thunderstorm nights, and it was in the rain.

That set of swordsmanship Yang Qi will also, just a set of not very surprising Liangyi splitting swords, back and forth is just seven moves and twenty-eight styles, except for a quick word, in Yang Qi's opinion, there are no other advantages.

That kind of swordsmanship, it looks like a sword light, but in fact, for a cultivator like Yang Qi and his grandfather, it is better to hold such a sword in his hand than to be empty-handed.

It's just too cumbersome.

But Yang Qi didn't understand why his grandfather liked to practice that set of swordsmanship endlessly in the rain curtain every thunderstorm night.

Also, grandpa likes to lock himself in the wing room on weekdays, which is dark and cold, but grandpa always likes to lie in the rocking chair inside for most of the day.

The strangest thing is that every year in December, no matter how cold it is outside, he will go out alone for more than half a month before coming back, and every time he comes back, he will lock himself in that cold and dark wing room for the first time, and then he will not come out all day.

Until his grandfather died, Yang Qi never knew what was hidden in his grandfather's heart.

Thinking about the past two days, he left for Taizhou to see his grandfather, sitting on the rough car home, Yang Qi's memory valve seemed to be suddenly opened, and he remembered many days of getting along with his grandfather in the past.

When he was very young, his parents died in a car accident, Yang Qi vaguely remembered that during that time he was very autistic, and no one wanted to touch him, so he locked himself in his room all day, curled up at the head of the bed, holding the remains of his parents in his arms, and looked stupid.

He'd been like that for about half a month, maybe longer.

During that time, his aunt took care of him, and in Yang Qi's vague childhood memory, his aunt was not good to him, liked to scold him, and liked to pinch him.

Until Grandpa showed up.

Yang Qi only remembered that his grandfather was wearing cloth clothes and shoes that day, all made of black cloth, holding a very smooth amber crutch in his hand, thin cheeks, and a white goatee.

When Grandpa pushed open the door of his room, he looked at him with complicated eyes for a while, and then sighed and walked to his bedside and sat down...... Having grandpa in ......"

In my memory, when I was so young and autistic for so long, I don't know why, grandpa just touched his head and said a few words, so he obediently took grandpa's hand and followed grandpa.

It was the first time he saw his grandfather, and the first time he took a train.

Grandpa didn't bring a single thing from Yang Qi's parents, and Yang Qi had been holding the portrait of his parents in his arms, but when he woke up on the train after a night, he found that the portrait was missing.

Yang Qi remembered that he cried very sadly that day, pulling the corner of his grandfather's clothes to ask for a photo of his parents, but his grandfather didn't say a word, just touched his little head comfortingly, and occasionally sighed.

Later, he lived with his grandfather in the ancestral house in Huizhou, and his grandfather taught him to read and write, taught him "Thousand Character Text" and "Three Character Classic", and taught him to memorize "Tao Te Ching" early on.

Later, his grandfather began to teach him to meditate, teaching him the Yang family's loose hands, the Liangyi splitting light sword, and the harmonica and so on.

I still remember that when he was young, he spent four months to light up the light of his life, and when his grandfather learned about it, he danced with joy and kept chanting: "Genius! Genius! My Xiaoqi is a genius!"

Yang Qi still remembers that when he was a teenager, he was obsessed with all kinds of martial arts for a while, and he was immersed in those martial arts for most of the day, and his grandfather had bags under his eyes on his head, and scolded hatefully: "Qi is the foundation, skill is the end! How many times have I told you? Do you understand? When will you understand?"

……

Scenes of the past surfaced in Yang Qi's mind.

The most profound thing is that before his grandfather died, his big skinny hand grabbed his hand and said with relief: "I Yang Boyuan has many children and grandchildren in my life, only Xiaoqi is the most like me...... Most like me......"

In the taxi, Yang Qi thought about it, and suddenly noticed that there was wetness in the corners of his eyes, raised his hand and touched it, and found that it was tears.

He didn't know when he burst into tears.

"Grandpa......"

Reading his grandfather softly, Yang Qi felt a little ashamed in his heart.

Grandpa's greatest expectation for him before his death was to hope that he could condense the golden pill successfully and become the number one legend in the modern cultivation world, but unfortunately, he still didn't do it in the end.

After arriving home, Yang Qi began to pack his luggage, because of the memories of his grandfather along the way, the longing for his grandfather in his heart seemed to suddenly become uncontrollable, several times richer than before.

He was going to leave for Taizhou tomorrow.

But when he was halfway packing, he suddenly received a call from Pan Jieyu.

"Yang Qi, what are you doing?"

Pan Jieyu's tone on the mobile phone was a little strange, a little different from usual.

"Didn't do anything, what's wrong? miss me?"

Yang Qi put down the clothes in his hand, smiled and sat down on the edge of the bed to chat with her.

"Hehe, stinky beauty!"

After saying a word of coquettishness, Pan Jieyu paused and said, "Yang Qi! You go and buy a tent! I want to go camping tonight, how about going to Longji Mountain in the horse drinking area? I want to watch the sunrise with you tomorrow morning! Do you want to go?"

Finally, she asked, "Do you want to go?" and her tone suddenly became faint, as if there was some hint of something.

Yang Qi suddenly remembered her previous promise that if he won the championship, she would be rewarded.