Bite...... Bite......

A steady and regular tapping sound resounded in the alley. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info also sounded in Jiang Liao's heart.

This kind of voice is too familiar, and when Jiang Liao can't speak, he listens to this voice and falls asleep.

When he was seven or eight years old, he began to work for his father. Following his father, who was silent as a mountain without saying a word, he pulled bellows, drew well water, and carried forged tools.

With such a desperate family, and no woman to take care of the housework, the father and son made their lives as chaotic as a grocery store.

Food and lodging are all in the iron shed in the courtyard, and one of the main houses that really lives in the people, and the two low wings are full of farm tools and sundries.

Jiang Liao's impression is that his father is not smiling, and he is always facing him with the tall back full of sweat.

Such an environment also made Jiang Liao develop the habit of being taciturn, in addition to desperately waving the hammer of iron, sleeping when he was full, and eating when he slept enough. The children in the school gave him the nickname of Han Xiong.

When he was a child, Jiang Liao didn't have much hatred for his father in his heart, nor did he have much love. Until one day, when the wind blew at night, the iron furnace that had been sealed was blown by the night wind, and the hot coal fell next to the straw mat.

The father and son, who were sleeping soundly, were awakened by the thick smoke, and the fire engulfed the entire shed in an instant.

Occasional bright red flames burst out of the dark smoke, and the wooden shed quickly burned, and the red flames scurried upward, licking the eaves of the shed like the tongue of a beast.

Jiang Liao, who was asleep, felt that he was being placed in a steamer, and suddenly opened his eyes, and the hot and thick smoke came to his face, so he had to close it quickly.

Everything around was ignited, and Jiang Liao was already surrounded by flames. In less than a moment, I heard the shouts of the neighbors running to tell each other, the sound of the iron cylinder, the sound of the wooden basin smashing on the ground, all kinds of sounds were intertwined.

Jiang Liao thought he was going to die. Although at that time he did not know, what it meant to die.

In a daze, I suddenly heard my father's heart-rending shout: "Baby...... Baby!Baby...... Child...... Come out quickly!"

Jiang Liao stood up in the fire all of a sudden.

It was the first time he had heard his father call him like this, with a cry of blood, unyielding and desperate, as if calling to his soul.

In the fire, Jiang Liao's heart calmed down, and even a smile overflowed on his face - in his father's heart, he was so important!

At this time, Jiang Liao suddenly felt a pair of powerful hands pick him up and rush out of the flames. Let the burning purlin smash on the solid back, but always protect him in front of his chest.

It's like a beast desperately guarding its cubs.

Because he hugged him too tightly, Jiang Liao smelled the smell of perseverance on his body, which will never be forgotten......

All the neighbors advised Jiang Liao's father not to go in, because the fire had already burned the house red.

But the iron-clad man didn't hesitate for a moment, didn't even have time to put a wet cloth on his body, shouted, and rushed into the sea of fire!

At the moment of jumping out of the wooden shed, Jiang Liao was raised with both hands high and fell in front, and then a thick wooden beam hit his father's right leg.

Countless cold well water poured overwhelmingly on the father and son, first the fire man, and then the father and son who became the water man, looking at each other and laughing in the water and fire.

The neighbors threw down the wooden basins and buckets in their hands and said: This father and son are crazy!

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The clanging sound was getting closer and closer, and Jiang Liao stepped over the fence gate and saw the stone jar next to the courtyard.

It was his only toy, and he lifted it countless times, lifted it, and then threw it high in the air. Now it is lonely in a corner of the yard, and it has not been played for a long time, and messy weeds have grown in it.

The familiar courtyard is still cluttered.

Jiang Liao looked at the back of the arm full of scars, and said calmly: "Father." ”

While!

The hammer fell, no longer ringing.

Jiang Zhong slowly turned around and looked at the nine-foot man in front of him, and was stunned for a long time.

"Back to ...... Here it comes. Jiang Chong's voice seemed to carry water, and he was a little hoarse.

"Father. Jiang Liao shouted again.

"It's good to be back!" Jiang Zhong put down the hammer and walked out, looking at his mighty son, his eyes fell on the black cane that was more than a foot long in Jiang Liao's hand, full of relief.

"Father, this is called a tree staff, and it is a very powerful weapon!"

Jiang Liao called his father more today than in the past few years.

Some emotions have been let go, Jiang Liao seems to have reacquainted his father, and his father looks a little old at this time.

"I'll try!" the father's big hand, still strong, grabbed the cane, but he didn't expect that the black cane, which was the thickness of the baby's arm, would be so heavy. One stumbled, holding his hands on, before he picked up the cane completely.

"Good fellow!" Jiang Zhong said.

is not only talking about this weapon, but also talking about his son.

Jiang Zhong is a recognized strong man in Hengshui Town, and he carried thousands of pounds when he was young.

When he was a teenager, he was also anxious for justice and righteousness, but in the end, he was polished into a taciturn blacksmith by the long years.

This blacksmith has many ideas.

He wanted to ignore the laws of the Great Xia Empire and build a sword that could take advantage of him, he wanted to take this blade to the northern frontier of the empire and win a knighthood with a knife and a gun, and he even wanted to embark on the martial arts path and lead thousands of armies.

But all of this, after all, is thinking.

Now, the tall man in front of him, who looks a little like himself, is likely to realize all his ideas!

Jiang Zhong was very happy, and happily wanted to raise the hammer and keep striking the iron for three days and three nights.

Looking up, Jiang Chong noticed the young woman who was following his son respectfully. There was confusion in his eyes.

"Father, this is Cuihua. Cuihua, I've seen my father soon. Jiang Liao said.

Wang Cuihua was a little panicked, stepped forward to salute, and shouted loudly: "Father." ”

Father!, you kid......

Jiang looked at his son's eyes, and there was surprise hidden in his doubts. looked at the woman behind Jiang Liao again, and found that Wang Cuihua's eyes were neither humble nor arrogant.

"It's a bit like your mother!"

After many years, a smile finally appeared on Jiang Chong's face.

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In the yard where there have been no women for more than ten years, a woman finally came.

Wang Cuihua cleaned up the small yard of the Jiang family neatly, and even brushed the stone jar.

Two generations of three people, happy and happy.

Wang Cuihua lifted the hammer and looked good. In Jiang Chong's eyes, only such a woman is worthy of her son, whether in life or on the battlefield.

Maybe my old Jiang family is really going to produce a general!" Jiang thought again. It's time to tell the bitter woman the news.

Stable and simple days are always easy to pass quickly. Jiang Chong found an opportunity and said to Jiang Liao: "It's a pity that your mother gave birth to you and left, and I didn't have the opportunity to see our son come out like this." ”

Jiang Liao rarely heard his father mention his mother, and in his consciousness, he might be a motherless child.

"It's time to go see her!" Jiang said in a deep voice.

"I'll go buy some incense candles on the street," Cuihua is very interesting.

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On the western slope of Hengshui North Mountain, a place where sunlight rarely reaches, is the cemetery of Hengshui Town.

The West is gloomy and conducive to funerals.

This is the cemetery selected by the ancestors of Hengshui, and all the dead are buried here. This custom has been followed for an unknown number of years, so that the entire western slope is full of dense graves.

Jiang Zhong led the two of them through the winding paths between the many graves to a cemetery near a mountain cliff.

Then walk a few feet to the edge of the cliff, facing the verdant mountains, a tomb stands in front of you.

"Your mother liked to climb high and look far away when she was alive, and this is the position I chose for her. Jiang Zhong said.

Jiang Liao retracted his gaze from afar, and suddenly found that there was a tomb closer to the cliff than his mother.

"This tomb is also peculiar, it is buried on the edge of a cliff. Father, do you know who this is?"

Jiang Liao asked casually.