"So, the origin of these four heavy weapons is earlier than Jiuding?" Han Shushu asked.

"Jiuding? Our legend is that after King Yu ruled the water, he cast Jiuding to suppress Kyushu, and the luck of Shenzhou is on this Jiuding, but there is a saying that the wild history is rarely recorded, and the origin of the six heavy weapons can also be traced back to the ancient Yaoshun era. It's just that those can't be studied, and future generations can probably only look at the important weapon of the country that represents the gods of heaven and earth in that era from some documents and only a few words, and this Qinglong Gui is probably the only heavy weapon that has surfaced for thousands of years, and the others are not able to verify whether they are annihilated in the waves of history or lying in someone's treasure house, or in the tomb of which emperor and general. The old man shook his head and sighed deeply.

"Grandpa, why is he so sure that that thing is the Green Dragon Gui? Maybe it's just a fake imitation of jade from that era? Han Shushu asked with a frown.

"I've seen it before." The old man obviously didn't have the surname to continue, waved his hand, and said tiredly: "The reason why you let you in is not because I don't want you to misunderstand my prejudice against Zhao Huchen, but this Yugui has a lot to do, and if you don't do it, it will be a big mess." Now I'm tired, you go out first. ”

Han Shushu nodded, stood up obediently, although full of doubts, she still couldn't help but didn't ask, and when she went out, she thought of the words that Zhao Huchen asked her to tell before leaving, and said: "Zhao Huchen left, he asked me to tell my grandfather, saying that he didn't have the heart to pursue the past, what he wanted to do was to find his parents, and then let them go to grandpa's grave and kowtow." After Han Shushu finished speaking, Zhao Huchen's heart-wrenching vicissitudes of life inexplicably appeared in his mind, so he didn't say anything more, took the door and left.

As soon as Han Shushu finished speaking, the old man's hand trembled, his eyes that were originally closed were opened, and he sighed deeply for a long time after the sound of closing the door.

"The tiger father has no dogs, and the Zhao family is full of heroes."

Zhao Huchen sat on the Audi after going downstairs, started the car but did not leave immediately, just opened the sunroof, through the skylight to look at the sky is not bright and slightly gloomy sky, he remembered that his grandfather said, this day is like the human heart, unpredictable and unpredictable, the weather forecast may be able to tell you whether tomorrow is sunny or rainy but there is no absolute accuracy, it is just like the general trend, the general trend is smooth or negative, but anyone with a discerning eye can see one or two, But if the general trend comes, who will live, who will die, who will be glorious and prosperous, who will fall off the altar and be ruined in a lifetime, except for time, no one can tell you the accurate answer.

People should be superstitious, have gods in their heads, and know how to be in awe in order to walk on thin ice step by step.

Thinking of his grandfather, Zhao Huchen's mind will naturally appear that the grandfather is lying on the rocking chair and comfortably playing the Peking Opera, the sunset, the outline of the distant mountains outlines the golden line, the grandfather's figure shines extremely warmly, the air seems to be filled with the tone of the Beijing dialect, and the sound of the dilapidated radio with noise.

How many secrets does an old man lie in a grave have? In front of Mingzhu's eyes, why was the old man on the upper floor so excited because of a piece of jade on his body? What exactly is the connection between the two? Or maybe grandpa really had a brilliant glory back then, so that the old man in front of him who was destined to not be low was also a person in the circle at that time? There were too many question marks that made Zhao Huchen's mind enter a state of confusion.

Zhao Huchen, who was looking at the sky silently, was startled by the sound of knocking on the car window, and turned his head to look, but two beggars in ragged clothes were standing outside the car.

An old lady of seventy or eighty, with a child of seven or eight years old, the child's face was dirty, and the clothes on his body were obviously picked up by the two of them on the side of the road, and they stood unkempt and shivered in the cold winter wind without any support.

Zhao Huchen lowered the car window and looked at them, as if he saw himself.

"Brother, give me something to eat, my grandmother and I haven't eaten for a few days." The child's timid voice came, in fact, neither the child nor the old man had much hope, most of the glamorous people would not look at them squarely, and some people in ordinary clothes might also take out a few pieces of change to give them alms, and the old man who was not hopeful held the child around him, and tried to use his body to shield the child from the cold wind, seeing that Zhao Huchen was silent, he was about to leave.

"I'll take you to dinner." Zhao Huchen said softly.

An ordinary small food stall on the side of the road, just the kind placed on the side of the road, there are no sanitary conditions, and there is not much exquisiteness, a few plastic tables, a plastic stool, and a stove can be opened to do business, and most of the people who come here to eat will not be high-ranking officials and so-called elites, but some of the purest lower riba people.

It's not a meal now, so there aren't many guests, one table, three people, three bowls of beef noodles.

The child gave the old man the beef in his bowl, and the old man told the child that he was too old to bite his teeth, so he gave all the beef in his bowl to the child.

Seeing that the two of them had eaten the two bowls of noodles cleanly, Zhao Huchen pushed out the bowl of noodles in front of him, and said softly: "Eat, I just eat, I'm not hungry." ”

The old man hesitated for a while, and when he saw the undisguised longing in the child's eyes, he still took the bowl of noodles and pushed it in front of the child.

"Grandma, you eat too." There is no innocence and joy in the eyes of children of the same age, and he has been scolded by countless people early on, he doesn't understand what father's love and mother's love are, he only knows that his grandmother takes care of him from childhood to adulthood, and his grandmother is the only relative in the world.

"Grandma is full, you eat." The old man shook his head.

The child insisted on refusing, and the old man had no choice but to pour some of the soup in the bowl of noodles into his own bowl, and the child was satisfied.

Zhao Huchen sat on the opposite side of the plastic table and looked at the pair of grandparents and grandchildren, with a little nostalgia and sentimentality in his eyes without the pity and pathos that the so-called benefactor should have, he didn't think that he should stand in the perspective of a benefactor to look at them, since he was a child, he fought with the group of animals who ate people and did not spit out bones in the mountains, and after going down the mountain, it was the grandfather's almost abusive training and the knowledge that the master and the master and the mother could never learn, and walked out of his own yard, the white eyes of the entire Zhaojia Village were the faces he saw the most in his childhood, what is human affection? What is warmth? Zhao Huchen didn't understand, and he never wanted to understand.

It is too difficult to make such a person hold the so-called gratitude mentality.

Therefore, Zhao Huchen has always positioned himself as a heartless and selfish villain.

But villains are also people, that is, when Zhao Huchen, a villain with his own bottom line, met this pair of grandparents and grandchildren shivering in the cold wind today, the soft spot in his heart that outsiders may not be able to poke in his life was pointed.

Grandpa never told him, every time he went up the mountain, grandpa would stand on the hill at the gate of his yard and watch his back disappear on the path between the mountains, Zhao Huchen never told grandpa, in fact, he always knew, and knew that every night grandpa would stand in place and guard the darkness, waiting for him to walk back from the trail that had been stepped out by the ancestors of Zhaojia Village in the mountains.

I don't know how long it will take, but the silhouette of the body of the old man in the dark, who is not tall and not burly at first glance, is the driving force that supports Zhao Huchen to come back alive from the mountains, under the sharp claws of those jackals, tigers and leopards.

Until the death of the grandfather, the strong silhouette that was accustomed to waiting for the grandson to come home in the dark was not defeated by the years lying in a small grave, and the tacit understanding between the grandfather and grandson came to an end.

The old man who was mysterious in the eyes of the people of Zhaojia Village, who was always towering like a mountain in the eyes of Zhao Huchen, lay down in the grave with many secrets, outsiders do not know, what happened to his grandfather back then, whether it was glory or downfall, but from the reflection of the old man Han today, it is destined to be a major event that shocked his plane, just as Zhao Huchen said to Han Shushu, he had no intention of turning over the old accounts, all he did was to hope to find his own life experience, find his parents who may still be alive in the world, and let them kowtow to his grandfather's grave, that's all.

"Good man, thank you, thank you." The old man stood up, and she bent down in her accustomed bent body, looking even more old and sickly.

"I'm not a good person." Zhao Huchen shook his head, looked at the child who was dirty but had bright eyes, and chuckled: "What's your name?" ”

"Chen Ergou." The child said timidly, and jumped off the stool to snuggle up to his grandmother, looking at the only man in front of him who was willing to give him and his grandmother a pleasant meal, and would not have the kind of eyes that he was accustomed to.

"Chen Ergou." Zhao Huchen muttered in a low voice, touched the child's head, and said: "A cheap name is easy to feed, two dogs and two dogs, a good name." ”

"Good man, you give a big name, I don't know one, the nickname of the two dogs is also his deceased grandfather, lack of a big name, the child's grandfather said that the baby's name can not be determined early, set the name of the death of a lifetime, now there is nothing to be out of, our grandparents and grandchildren can live one more day are God's eyes, just ask a good person to give a big name, this baby has no father and no mother since he was a child, I will tell his father and mother when I go underground, even if it goes, there are many thoughts." The old man looked at Zhao Huchen with hope, tears in his dim old eyes, holding the child's immature hand, but the ninja didn't let the tears fall.

Zhao Huchen was silent for a while, looked at the child, and said: "It's called floating life, its life is floating, and its death is resting." A dream, Chen Fusheng. ”

Seeing the grandparents and grandchildren leave, Zhao Huchen took out a pack of cigarettes from his coat pocket, which was very ordinary, but Yang Ting could no longer pick up Liqun, just lit it, but the child who had just taken the name Fusheng suddenly broke free of his grandmother's hand and trotted all the way to Zhao Huchen, bowed fiercely, and said to Zhao Huchen, who was stunned: "Big brother, you are a good person." After saying that, he turned around and ran, holding his grandmother's hand again, and the grandparents and grandchildren staggered through this smoky society.

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