Since Fang Zheng's death, why not uphold the master's legacy and work harder and harder every day to study pharmacology and the law of military command.

Time flies like a white horse, in a blink of an eye, why not be sixteen years old, and now why not, compared with before, there is obviously more masculinity.

The short hair looks simple and capable (Qingli does not tie up the hair), the angular cheeks always reveal perseverance, and the little stubble on the side of the mouth makes the whole face look serious.

Because of the young man's martial arts practice, the whole person looks slightly thin, but when you take off your clothes, others will find out what kind of strength this young man has.

According to the family's discussion, when he was sixteen years old, it was time to go out and explore his own world.

On the eve of leaving, why didn't Deng Wanshu cook a lot of dishes he loved.

And He Jian also took out, why not drink the wine buried in the ground when he was born and drink two glasses with his son.

This is why not really drink wine for the first time, plus this is He Jian's precious old wine, only drink two small glasses of that red wine, why not look all shining.

"Dad, I'm afraid of living up to your expectations of me when I'm so old, I read books and study classics every day, in order not to disappoint you, and I go to the hospital every day to study pharmacology, and I will practice boxing and sword dancing sooner or later, I'm afraid that I will live up to my master's will, and after accumulating for so long, Kuan'er is finally going out to wander, Kuan'er will definitely remember the teaching, and he will return home every day to make you proud of me!"

"Well, I'll teach you some more before you go."

"Dad, just say it, Kuan'er must keep it in mind."

"Well, the first rule is not to fight with people at will."

"This must be."

"The second is to make good friends with people, and having a good acquaintance can reduce trouble when you are wandering outside."

"Kuan'er remember."

"The third one, Kuan'er, I want to tell you something, if you don't have to go out, I really want you to make friends with the girl of the old Zhang family next door, and I want to make a private agreement with your mother when I was fifteen years old, otherwise where did you come from?"

"Uh, Dad, don't you have any expectations for me to go to Xuanshuang to catch the exam?"

"Oh, yes, even if you feel that your donkey skills are poor, you have to answer the questions head-on, just fill it up."

"Dad, let's have a drink."

After three rounds of drinking, why don't you finally find the east, west, north and south anymore.

"Dad, I seem to be flying, thousands of ancient romantic characters are numerous, but most of them are arrogant and unrestrained, how many people have shown their talents for the poor people, why don't I be a criminal officer who is dedicated to the people in the future, tonight the moon is clear, the clouds are fluttering under the starry, you see if the Qingcheng Mountain is in contrast to this situation, you listen to me chant a song for you: look at Jiujiang, take advantage of the moonlight, cross the horse and ride the wind and the long sword. The road is long, so what's the matter, step on the clouds and smile at the sky! ”

He Jian smiled when he heard his son's words, and wrote these down and planned to give them to his son tomorrow.

It's not that He Jian doesn't understand pride and ambition, it's just that he has indeed passed the age of being young and frivolous, and he has gradually lost his previous momentum in the daily firewood, rice, oil and salt.

Now he hopes that it is better to be a half-official regardless of whether he can be mixed up in the future, as long as he is safe.

So I thought about it and added a few words under the ink I wrote, "My son travels thousands of miles and worries, and I hope to cherish it!" ”

After helping He Yi back to the bedroom, He Jian came to the front corridor alone with the wine, sat at the table and continued to drink.

Drinking wine, He Jian couldn't help but miss his son's past for a while.

"Remember Kuan'er, you looked good when you were born, not at all like some babies who are wrinkled when they are born, and they want to stuff their parents back into their mother's womb."

"It should be that when you were two months old, you liked to hold my little thumb to sleep every day, and shake other people's hands, and you can even tell the difference sometimes."

"In the blink of an eye, you will smile at me, in the blink of an eye you will call Daddy, and in the blink of an eye you are now a man, maybe in the blink of an eye, your mother and I will both have gray hair."

"I just hope that your life will not be as busy as your father and your mother, and you won't even have time to stop and grow up with your children."

Deng Wanshu was about to come out to pour water after wiping his face and washing his feet, but when she heard He Jian sigh so emotionally, she couldn't help but feel sorry for her husband, who worked outside all day long.

She only walked to He Jian's side silently, slowly took his head in her arms, and gently helped him to the bedroom.

Just looked at He Jian's sleeping face, and slowly fell asleep.

The taste of a hangover, why not know it for the first time, I only feel a splitting headache, my spirit is in a trance, and I don't seem to have any strength.

But after drinking the hangover soup cooked by Deng Wanshu, she gradually recovered and could set off.

Spring is the season of hope, why not carry your luggage with the scholar, take the mule cart with the hope of your parents, and then go to a new stage of life.

Holding the words that his father wrote to himself in his hand, why not look at the front with a firm gaze, a good man should be in all directions!