Private schools never allow students to bring toys into the venue, and Mr. He has already played a lot of playful students' hands on similar issues, but at this moment, he calmly let Pu Zixuan take the toys.

Pu Zixuan also understands that a poor child like Zhu Yuanliang has never been able to afford any decent toys, this slingshot is made by him, when the two went to play swallow's nest, Zhu Yuanliang proudly showed his masterpiece, but he was reluctant to let Pu Zixuan play for a while.

At this moment, Pu Zixuan held the slingshot in his hand, and he had a lot of feelings, and was pulled into the private school by Zhu Yuanliang taking advantage of the situation.

Pu Weihai watched all this in silence, slowly got up, stepped into the carriage and left. walked a short distance, turned back again, and called Pu Zixuan to the door of the private school.

Pu Zixuan was ecstatic, thinking that his father was not leaving, but who knows, his father just took off a necklace from his neck, put it on his neck and said: "This is the ancestral heirloom of our Pu family, in the future, you will have to wear it in the bath and sleep, and it may be able to save your life when it is critical." ”

This necklace is really strange, the pendant is not a gold or silver jewelry, but a dark green amber, embedded in it is not a rare treasure, but a small handful of brush bristles.

After the confession, his father got in the car again and left, Pu Zixuan couldn't help but cry again, shouting, "Daddy...... Daddy......"

Pu Weihai didn't look back this time, but just left a sentence: "Xuan'er, we will definitely meet again!" ”

That was a real farewell, and the memories that his father left to Pu Zixuan ended with the sound of the horse's hooves, which was so desolate that it had been echoing in his heart for seven years.

His father had given him all his love, and all of a sudden, "Dad" was nothing more than a big empty house and an inexhaustible amount of money to him.

In the seven years since then, time has passed quickly for Pu Zixuan, sometimes it has passed smoothly, and the family business has long ceased to exist, but he can still receive packages brought back by his father from time to time, which contain all kinds of strange supplies, but there are no letters, and even the mailing address is blank.

Daddy, where have you been?

Pu Zixuan could only see his father in a dream, and when he was a child in the dream, he stood in the courtyard, looked at the starry sky with his father, and asked in a girly voice: "Daddy, where did my mother go?" ”

The father said, "When you were two years old, my mother went to a far, far away place. ”

"How far? How many days does it take to walk? ”

"Hehe, you can't walk to that place."

"What about horseback riding?"

"I can't get there on horseback."

"What about the train?" Although Pu Zixuan had never seen a real train, his father said that a few years before he was born, a mount called "train" had been produced in the world, which was heavy and long, but it ran faster than the Luma.

His father hugged him and responded kindly: "The train can't arrive, where is my mother, and my father doesn't know, maybe she is on which star in the sky, guarding us." ”

Many years later, his father told Pu Zixuan: "My mother died in a battle. ”

Pu Zixuan often wakes up in such sad dreams, looking at the lonely room, bursting into tears, but unable to do anything.

On the other hand, Pu Zixuan watched Mr. He grow old day by day, and his physical condition deteriorated. When Pu Zixuan was sixteen or seventeen years old, he was already coughing and wheezing a lot, but he still dragged the old body of Long Zhong and told the students every lesson with affection.

Not long after Pu Zixuan turned eighteen years old, Mr. He seemed to have finally completed Pu Weihai's entrustment, but he couldn't afford to get sick, and at the end of that year, he couldn't survive the cold winter and drove west.

According to Mr. He's wife, Mr. He was originally full of confidence in China, but in the sixth year of Xianfeng, that is, in 1856, the foreigners led by the British once again defeated the Qing court, and a large-scale Hui uprising broke out in Yunnan.

Pu Zixuan couldn't imagine how sad the image of the old gentleman who talked about the past and the present in class, and criticized opium for misleading the country and the people, lying on the bed and smoking a big cigarette. But Pu Zixuan still has respect for him, because when Mr. was dying, he said two words "change...... Change ......"

After all, Mr. He realized the pedantry of those old books, which made Pu Zixuan happy, but he would never know what Mr. He's "change" looked like. Emperor Lao'er, the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, the Muslim Kingdom, and even those foreigners all claim to change and build a more perfect country for the Chinese people.

Pu Zixuan sent a luxurious wreath to Mr. He, and the names of Pu Zixuan and Pu Weihai fell on it.

This page was finally turned, and in the following year, his father was still nowhere to be heard, and after losing the teachings of Mr. He, Pu Zixuan became more self-conscious and casual. His feelings for his father have changed from longing to complaining, and even a little hateful.

The man who disappeared, since you don't want to show your face, since you think that money can solve all my problems for me, then, let me enjoy this floating dream that others dream of.

At the same time, he was also glad that his father terminated the family business of operating weapons in time, otherwise, in the past two years or so, all parts of Yunnan have become battlefields for the Qing army and the Hui rebel army.

Thanks to his father's timely release, he was able to live a good life of idle clouds and wild cranes.

"I have an endless amount of money, I have absolute time and freedom, the country, the nation, the society, the family, all of them are his grandmother's to stand aside! The small town of Lijiang under the Jade Dragon Snow Mountain will become a battlefield at any time, and the wealth will be reshuffled at any time. ”

On a whim, Pu Zixuan hung a plaque on the mansion left by his father, writing the words "Happy Mansion", and tried to announce his way of life to the world: "The bed I sleep on is made of imported small leaf red sandalwood, my bed sheets and quilts are all top silk products in the south of the Yangtze River, and my pillow is Lantian jade, is there anything more wonderful life than this?" ”

Qinglou, restaurant, casino, has become a place he frequents, he is like a prince, from time to time for some timely entertainment, enjoy people a mouthful of "Pu Gongzi" around.

"Emperor of the Qing Dynasty, King Hong, Generalissimo Du, their days are no different, right? Of course, I also have a bottom line that I will never touch, and that is the opioid that I deeply hate. ”

Such days lasted until 1863, when Pu Zixuan was nineteen years old shortly after Shi Kangdang's heroic sacrifice, and fate had other arrangements for him.

Yes, fox. This matter has to start with a drama.