Su Hetu calmed down in front of the military vehicle, and then squeezed out a smiling face and opened the car door.

Murong Tiankui was holding a roast chicken in his hand, gnawing on it very ungracefully, without the demeanor of a master at all.

"Strange old man, you have the consciousness of being a master, whether you have the consciousness of being a father or not, I have to consider whether it is worth recognizing you as a master."

Su Hetu complained about this cheap master very facelessly. Murong Ge was still sad, but when he saw Su Hetu coming, his mood immediately improved a lot. Only then did he notice his father's eating appearance, and he also looked disgusted.

"Did you dismantle the stage like that? I'm also your master anyway, no matter how bad I am, I'm also an old man, why don't you have the consciousness of a young man. Didn't anyone teach you to respect the old and love the young? ”

Murong Tiankui saw that his baby daughter's mood had improved, and he was also happy to play with Su Hetu.

"Don't you have to go back to the army to say hello?"

Murong Tiankui knew that his question was inappropriate, but if he wanted to stay on the Tianshan Mountain with him for three years, of course, he had to let her think it through. You must know that the environment of the Tianshan Mountains is not something that ordinary people can bear.

"What kind of greetings, my soldiers were all killed by this group of dogs from the Ministry of State Security, and there is no point in me returning to the army by myself."

Murong Ge gritted his teeth and said, I can't wait to eat those lives alive.

"Beautiful sister, are you talking about those soldier brothers who came with you? How could they all be killed, haven't those people been killed by the master?

Murong Ge didn't want to show the dark side of his life to the young Su Hetu, so he just looked out the window blankly, as if he hadn't heard Su Hetu's problem. I don't know if she is reminiscing about the good past with them, or if she is looking forward to a future where she can take revenge.

"Don't worry, pretty sister, when I learn the martial arts of the strange old man's master, I will definitely avenge them."

Su Hetu said to Murong Ge with a serious face, his eyes were full of determination. Murong Ge looked at this still naïve face, but his heart was moved to death. hugged Su Hetu tightly in his arms and refused to let go for a long time.

As a result, the same scene happened again, Su Hetu's head was just buried in Murong Ge's chest, and the oncoming heat made him a little unbearable, and he couldn't breathe. Su Hetu used his hand to grab something that blocked his breathing, and Murong Ge blushed again.

"Little rascals."

Murong Tiankui, who was on the side, sighed again when he saw it, hey, the female university is not staying. It's good to be young, and I really regret that I didn't cherish that young time at that time. But now that he can have such a cute and beautiful daughter, it can be regarded as his greatest reward.

After lunch, the pedestrians on the side of the road gradually became scarce, and the people who went to work hurriedly complained about the bad weather. There are still a few days to go before the New Year, and if the weather does not improve, it has become a luxury to go out and visit relatives.

Su Jingwei called again and said that he would not be going home for the Chinese New Year this year and wanted to study in a rented house in the provincial capital. This year, there are only two people left, Su Fenghuang and Liu Jinlan, and the scene of reuniting with other people's families does seem very deserted.

Su Fenghuang wanted to bring back the ancestor of the family, but the old man said that in order to pray for Su Hetu's child, he would stay in the old courtyard in the countryside this year. Since Su Hetu was born, I haven't seen her old man at all, can the old man not want to have children. However, an old monk warned him to practice devotedly in order to dispel the resentment accumulated by Su Zhao in his previous life. In order to make the family safe, I am willing to stay at home for the rest of my life to practice, eat fasting, and recite Buddha.

Murong Tiankui is used to being alone, and he has no concept of the New Year at all, and family reunions are simply a waste of feelings for him. But since he let himself see his daughter again, and she is still a big girl, he finally understands that family affection is indeed longer than love.

Looking at the few pedestrians on the road, looking at their hurried backs, this old sword ghost who had been busy practicing for many years suddenly became sad.

What is the reason for such hard work, isn't it just for your family to live a good life? Seeing that occasionally children came out to play, and when adults frolicked with them, Murong Tiankui knew what happiness was.

He understood why the woman who was now in the grave had never blamed him for all these years of ruthlessness. I finally understood that even if the resentment went deeper into Murong Ge, he would quickly melt his heart when he saw his biological father, even if he didn't have it on the surface, but his heart melted early.

This is his mother's affection, a sentence of blood is thicker than water, it is extreme, it is extreme.

What he doesn't understand is why the group of people in the Ministry of National Security would betray the country and their relatives at all costs. Are their hearts made of iron? The people they killed back then were all the people they deserved, but they killed innocent people.

At first, when he saw Su Hetu being born, Su Fenghuang's face was nervous, and the indifferent Murong Tiankui was very incomprehensible. Now looking at the two struggling children, he understood.

After cleaning up his mood, he said to the two children behind him to hurry, but the direction he drove was not to the Tianshan Mountains, but to the south.

In front of a two-story villa in the Nanjing Military Region's Cadre Rest House, a hundred-year-old man stood quietly.

The years have carved his face out of shape, but he, who was once a soldier, now keeps his waist straight.

Nanjing, a place where 300,000 souls are buried, is an ancient capital that bears the rise and fall of the Six Dynasties. He has witnessed too much pessimism, but there are still things in his heart that he can't let go, so he holds on tightly to his life and refuses to leave.

At this time of year, he would always stay at the door from time to time, hoping that the child who had been away from home for decades would come home and have a look.

"Dad, the dampness outside is too heavy, it's not good for your health, hurry up and go home."

In the past, there would always be a beautiful girl who reminded herself from time to time that when she looked back, it was as if she was still standing in front of the door, holding a cotton coat in her hand, waiting for her to go back to dinner.

"Grandpa, it's so cold, hurry up and go home for dinner, Mom has already prepared the meal."

There will always be a little heel in the back who is sensible with a small hand that is not warm, and warms the old man's hand with hot air. Now the child doesn't know if he's still on a mission, and he hasn't been home for a long time.

The old man stood for a while, afraid that he would have to live with this old man again this year. Children and grandchildren have their own children and grandchildren, let them go, they can have a great future, and I, the old man, should also be buried in the earth.

It was getting dark, and every house was lit up, and it was so dim that people couldn't see clearly.

The old man looked at the only family photo and was stunned, because he had always had the habit of saving, so the air conditioner at home was never turned on again. But the furniture was still spotless, so he could keep them in a good mood when they returned.

"Wife, you've been gone for so many years. You wait, I'll go look for you when I see our son for the last time. Don't be lonely and wait for me over there. At that time, I will accompany you to watch the fireworks and the country is picturesque. ”

The centenarian held a black-and-white photograph and muttered softly. I don't know if I can see that naughty child in this life, the son who is lost and refuses to go home.

I really want to live another 100 years.

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