R3713-04-21, On the afternoon of the third day of You Ge's participation in the Summer Presbyterian Meeting, tens of thousands of kilometers away from the Eternal City, in the middle of the endless sand sea of the Northern Wilderness Continent, above an industrial city with hundreds of thick chimneys, a small flying machine was circling, as if looking for a place to land.

At this moment, the afternoon sun shone on the large steel building, and the steel supports, various twists and turns of metal pipes, and huge storage tanks all became darker and darker. If you look closely, you can see a thick layer of soot attached to it.

It's four hours in the afternoon, and the city is in peace except for the regular sound of steam turbines deflating and the muffled sound of iron weights crashing.

Moments later, the small flying machine descended in an open field outside the south gate of Sand City and landed on the hard, cracked gray earth. Viewed from the side, the outer shell of the aircraft is painted with the Bauhinia logo and the words "Princess Mansion, Sparrowhawk III". If there were well-informed people here at this moment, they would be able to recognize the redbud and the forces behind it. As for the words on the back of the bauhinia, it is not something that ordinary people can read, even if it is the nobles of Yincheng, they only know part of it. "Bauhinia" represents the Lombal family, who rule the Golden Triangle, "Princess's Mansion" represents the personal armament of the Templar Princess Yuge, and "Sparrowhawk Three" represents the formation of the princess's guard.

......After a long deflated sound, the rear hatch of the aircraft slowly opened upwards. Immediately afterwards, a locomotive with red paint and shiny surface rushed out, bringing up bursts of smoke and dust in the dazzling sunlight, and rushed to the south gate of the sand city.

The man driving the locomotive at the moment is none other than Iron Slag Norses.

More than a month ago, You Ge sent someone to send the repaired red comet back to the Atlantic Mansion. After getting the locomotive, Iron Slag took advantage of the gap between waiting for the core layer of the Wolf Clan to receive training, and decided to return to the Northern Wilderness Continent to find Lena Yukris in the endless sand sea. I haven't seen him for three years, although he is surrounded by warblers and flowers, but his thoughts are increasing day by day. For him, the eldest sister is the most special being. She was his mother-sister, his lover, and his boss and teacher.

When borrowing the flying machine, You Ge repeatedly asked him what he was doing back to the Northern Wilderness. He didn't have straight (9) dǐng (9) diǎn (9) small (9) said, .≥.o∞s_ (); Talking about the reason, let's just say that there are some old things to deal with in Sand City. Although You Ge guessed his true purpose, he lent him the Sparrowhawk Three.

After arriving in the Northern Wilderness, with the assistance of Sparrowhawk No. 3, he drove the locomotive and the insect flute at the same time, looking for the person who once gave him a warm embrace in the vast sea of sand. But more than 20 days passed, but he found nothing, and he did not find a trace. Her existence seems to have disappeared, perhaps because the sea of sand is too big and vast, or maybe she has long since left......

Seeing that the training period of Wang Hu and the others was coming to an end, and the fuel of Sparrowhawk No. 3 was about to run out, he had no choice but to go to Sand City to replenish fuel, and try his luck at Hiros's house by the way. In addition, Ye Xinling once entrusted him to take care of her parents and younger brother. Three years have passed, and it is time for him to take a look.

At this time, there was a faint smell of soot in the air. Looking up, there were pools of gray-black, slightly oily stagnant water all over the potholed mud and rocky ground, and the gravel on the ground was dark and shiny. Heavy machinery, steel fabrics, coal mine piles, fuel tanks, and workers in blue canvas camisole can be seen everywhere. Smelling the familiar smell and looking at the city as before, Iron Slag couldn't help but take a deep breath.

It's been three years, and the white clouds and dogs are like a world away.

Looking back three years ago, he was still a teenager who knew nothing and was only worried about the money for the winter, yearning for the flying fish in the sand sea in the locomotive shop, and suffering from gains and losses for a handful of gunpowder and silver stars. And now, he has become a big man in people's minds, on the world stage, and has a reputation and status that ordinary people can't reach. He is a civilian hero in the world of Silver City, and in the Eternal City thousands of miles away, wherever he goes, he will become the Jiao Diǎn of all people. He is the darling of God, the glory and favor of the three major faiths, and no one dares to ignore the existence of zài.

After entering the city, he first went to the middle of the central street of Shacheng to buy two roasted whole chickens and a large piece of smoked pork ribs, wrapped them in oiled paper, and then drove into the alley, followed the direction of his memory, and after seven bends and eight turns, he came to the second-hand market in Shacheng - the tail alley.

He then stopped in a remote corner of the alley. In front of me was a small shop with a dirty canvas curtain drawn in front of it. At this time, an elderly man was sitting on a small bench in front of the door, leaning against the oil-stained wall with half-squinted eyes, as if he was dozing off.

The arrival of iron slag did not alarm the old man. After stopping the car, he took out the food he had just bought and a case of wine from the canvas bags on both sides of the locomotive and came to the old man. Maybe the old man slept too deeply, and even if someone came to his side, he didn't wake up.

Seeing this, Iron Slag put down his things lightly, then brought a wooden bench and sat down. The old man in front of him seemed to be much older, if it was before, as soon as he approached, the other party would jump up vigilantly, instead of sleeping groggily with saliva on the corner of his mouth as he did now.

I don't know how long it took, until the sun was setting, and the old man woke up leisurely. When he fully woke up, he suddenly noticed that there was another person in front of him, and he was watching him. He shuddered and struggled to get up. Just then, the man spoke.

"It's me."

The voice was incomparably familiar, and the old man quickly calmed down and rubbed his eyes. The young man grinned at him, and he recognized him immediately at the sight of his trademark smile.

"Iron slag!" The old man shouted excitedly, and stood up tremblingly. Iron Slag hurriedly got up and stepped forward to help the old man.

"Iron slag, you are really iron slag, they all say you killed the nobles......" The old man spread his oily hands and grabbed Iron Slag's arm tightly. While saying in a trembling voice, he stared at him intently, for fear that he recognized the wrong person, and he was overjoyed.

Gradually, the old man regained his composure. After coming back to his senses, he hurriedly picked up the small bench he had just sat on and beckoned, "Come on, come, sit, sit ......."

After the iron slag sat down, the old man looked at him for a long time, and finally took a deep breath and sighed: "Okay, they have all grown up, and the old man finally has a future." ”

This long sigh contains many vicissitudes of life and a sad past. Suddenly, the iron slag's eyes turned red, and he burst into tears.

Then, Tie Slag took out a bottle of wine from the box and handed it to the old man, saying, "Master Niu, I have brought you some good wine." ”

The old man took the bottle, took out a small monocle from his pocket, hung it on his right eye, and examined it carefully. I saw that the style of the wine bottle was simple, with lines of beautiful aristocratic words engraved on the bottle, and a pale gold seal inlaid under the bottleneck, in the afterglow of the setting sun, the maroon liquid in the bottle exuded a faint luster. This bottle of wine, at a glance, knew that it was not ordinary, and the old man hurriedly asked: "Iron boy, what kind of wine is this?" I've never seen one before. ”

"It's like it's called a saint, or a Roa." Iron Slag replied.

"St. Augustine Roya?" The old man asked.

"yes, that's it." Iron Slag said.

"Oh my God, this is a Pope cognac, where did you get it? I heard that this wine is hundreds of thousands of gold coins! The old man said in surprise.

"Really? I don't know. Iron Slag said casually. Of course, it's not that he really doesn't understand, but he doesn't want to put pressure on the old man.

However, his kindness aroused the old man's suspicions.

"You wine, don't you ......" the old man glanced left and right, and whispered, "Steal it......"

"It's not." Iron Slag waved his hand and said.

"Then ......" the old man looked at the wine bottle again, and hesitated, "Could it be fake, you have been deceived......"

"If you don't drink it, forget it." Iron Slag frowned and said in a deep voice. This wine was specially selected by him and Eva in the winery, how could it be fake.

Seeing that Tie Slag's expression had changed, the old man hurriedly shrank back with the wine bottle, and said with a smile: "Iron boy, Tie Lao should have taught you that you may not be able to go back if you have given something to someone." ”

"I really can't go back...... "Iron Slag Diǎn said. But the old man had just breathed a sigh of relief, and he added, "But you can grab it." ”

"Don't ...... Don't ...... like that," the old man stepped back, biting the cork with his few remaining teeth, and then pouring it into his mouth.

"Ah......" The old man couldn't help but let out a long sigh after taking a sip of sweet wine, "Good wine!" It's the best wine I've ever drunk in my life! However, drinking the wine of 800 gold, the old second-hand gunsmith was still a little dissatisfied, and sighed with wine, "It's a pity ......"

"Huh?" Iron Slag asked.

"If you don't have any wine, you should have a roast chicken or something." The old man said, completely sighing.

Hearing what the old man said, Iron Slag suddenly grinned, picked up the oiled paper bag on the ground, opened it and handed it to the old man.

"Good! Great stuff! The old man immediately put down the bottle with bright eyes, grabbed the whole roast chicken, and ate it. As he ate, he beckoned to the iron slag, "Iron Boy...... You also come to eat diǎn...... Drinking......"

Next, an old man and a young man squatted at the door of the shop, drinking and eating meat while reminiscing.

Halfway through the meal, Iron Slag asked about the old cow's current condition.

"Fortunately, Niu Cub came to see me last year, he is now in the division of Nancheng, I heard that he has learned diǎn skills, and his life is not bad." Master Niu said.

Iron slag diǎn bowed his head, in this cruel world, as long as you know that your old friend is still alive, it is enough.