"Husband, where did you come from, this cat?"

When Zheng Xiu came back with a pitiful orange cat with its tail flicking, Yue Linglong walked out of the hall with a curious face.

"Picked it up on the road."

Zheng Xiu frowned and replied absentmindedly, he held the orange cat and looked left and right, how to see how wrong.

"It's so cute."

The woman is always unresistant to cute things, her eyes are shining, she does not dislike the dirtiness of the orange cat, and she wants to come forward and hug it.

"It's cute."

Zheng Xiu agreed, exerted his strength with both hands, and threw the orange cat high into the sky.

Yue Linglong's slightly rouge-infused small mouth opened into a round O-shape, and she was dumbfounded.

The orange cat flew up into the air with its hands in hand, turning into tiny dots until it was gone.

Yue Linglong secretly looked at her husband.

It turns out that my husband doesn't like small animals.

Yue Linglong ordered someone to make a pot of hot tea, and when the tea set was set up on the stone table in the courtyard, the mournful cry of the orange cat was heard in the sky.

"Orange cat, orange cat has fallen!"

Zheng Xiu put down the teacup, walked to the center of the courtyard, aimed at the orange cat's landing point, his shoulders sank, and the orange cat fell into his arms.

I don't know what the orange cat experienced when it flew high in the air, all the hair on its body was skimmed to one side, neatly and neatly, and the snot and tears on the face of the hair on the face swirled.

"Really?"

Zheng Xiu looked at the orange cat's ordinary frightened appearance and showed disappointment. But when I think about it, in the past, the orange cat was like a "living signal receiver", receiving the signal of a certain Changyan creature. Now that the world line has shifted, it seems that this orange cat has turned back into an ordinary cat, which is not difficult to understand.

After a brief trial, Zheng Xiu confirmed this, and his face showed a faint disappointment.

After boiling a basin of hot water, Zheng Xiu gave the orange cat a bath, he rubbed it vigorously on the orange cat, and a layer of yellow mud was brushed off in the bath.

After washing it and drying its fur, Zheng Xiu lifted the frightened orange cat and looked between his legs.

Well, the female, it should be the same one.

"It's fate to meet, but it's a pity that you have become an ordinary little female cat."

The orange cat curled up beside Zheng Xiu and trembled, Zheng Xiu touched the orange cat's head, and he didn't know if the orange cat could understand at this moment, so he said leisurely: "Don't worry, for the sake of the 'past', I won't treat you badly, I will definitely find a male cat in the Western Regions with pure blood and strong body for you, and serve you comfortably." ”

The orange cat's eyes widened, and its fur exploded.

"Meow!"

A strong male cat, which female cat doesn't like it?

The orange cat looked overjoyed.

After being beaten by Zheng Xiu, the orange cat was not afraid of Zheng Xiu, and obediently squatted on Zheng Xiu's head, steadily.

The orange cat on his head walked around the Zheng family a few times, and the whole Zheng family soon knew that the young master had a whim and raised a cat.

……

Not long after, Qing 13 took Zheng Xiu's list and inquired about the news of the people on the list, and he returned to Zheng Xiu with the news.

Zheng Xiu looked at the list silently, and his mood was extremely heavy for a while.

After all, Qing 13 is not omnipotent, and many people have been marked as "missing" by Qing 13.

In some cases, Qing 13 is marked as "deceased".

For example:

used to be the first judge of the Zheng family, Xi'er, whose whereabouts are unknown;

Yan Jiji, the first craftsman, repaired the imperial mausoleum and died in a landslide;

Chef He, because a dish was unappetizing, offended the prime minister's son, and was beheaded for strange crimes;

Jing Xuemei, who was forced by the Jing family to marry the stepson of the Yuwen family, committed suicide by hanging herself from a beam at home half a year ago;

Zheng Erniang, there is no such person;

Jiang Gaoyi, former Yanzhou Taishou, died in prison;

Monk, whereabouts unknown;

The strange people who once attached themselves to the Zheng family and lived and worked in peace and contentment either had unknown whereabouts or, none of them died well.

……

Zheng Xiu was expressionless and slowly shredded the news that Qing Shisan had brought back, threw it into the fire, and burned it to ashes.

The firelight reflected Zheng Xiu's face, and that handsome face was a little more hideous and distorted.

……

The young master of the Zheng family raised a wild cat.

This matter quickly spread to Chun Tao's ears.

Chun Tao understood, and she boiled a pot of tonic soup for Zheng Xiu during lunch.

It contains nourishing ingredients such as ginseng, boy chicken, deer antler, sheep whip, wolfberry, angelica, and snow lotus.

"My mother is also a person from the past, I know your thoughts." Chun Tao spooned a big bowl full of it for Zheng Xiu, and glanced at the red-faced Yue Linglong and the bewildered Zheng Xiu, and covered their mouths and smiled: "If you want to have children, make up more, so that you can give birth to a few more white and chubby babies, why put that mind on cats." ”

"Ah...... Husband. Yue Linglong blew cold soup for Zheng Xiu, and motioned for Zheng Xiu to open his mouth like a child.

Chun Tao was still chattering on the side: "Back then, your father also drank my bowl of family secret recipe, so that my mother gave birth to you, don't believe it, this soup works very well." ”

The chicken soup is in the stomach, and although there are many strange things in it, it is indeed sweet and warms the stomach. Zheng Xiu didn't want to brush off his mother's thoughts, so he drank three bowls and drank hot.

"There's still leftover, my mother let your father taste a little."

Chun Tao glanced at the crockpot, there was still a lot left, so she packed some and sent it to Zheng Haoran.

That tonic soup really works.

That night, Zheng Xiu and Yue Linglong fell asleep soundly when they arrived at the third watch.

In the early morning of the next day, Zheng Haoran's long-lost laughter came from the courtyard.

The orange cat jumped on top of Zheng Xiu's head and lay lazily on his stomach.

Zheng Haoran was still dressed in a simple long shirt, and compared to usual, he tied up his messy and scattered long hair and practiced boxing in the courtyard. Zheng Haoran's movements were very slow, one step at a time, giving Zheng Xiu a sense of déjà vu that the elderly were playing aerobics in the park.

"Daddy! Good looking today! ”

Zheng Xiu walked into the courtyard.

Zheng Haoran was shocked when he saw the orange cat squatting above Zheng Xiu's head.

"You cat, where did you come from!"

Unexpectedly, Zheng Haoran reacted violently, and he suddenly rushed to Zheng Xiu with an arrow step, grabbed Zheng Xiu's arm and stared at him and asked.

His eyes were bloodshot and his breath was short.

Zheng Haoran was not in good health before, and he had been recuperating in the room, and Zheng Xiu didn't have a chance to talk to Zheng Haoran about the events of the year.

Now that Zheng Haoran's spirit has recovered a lot, Zheng Xiu thought for a while, smiled slightly, and slowly raised his fist towards Zheng Haoran.

Zheng Haoran was stunned, and there was a little more brilliance in his old and cloudy eyes. Seeing that the wrinkles on Zheng Haoran's face were soothed, he laughed and stretched out his fist to touch Zheng Xiu. It's just that after 20 years, the "fist bump" did not make Zheng Haoran happy to mention the happiness of the reunion of his father and son, the wrinkles he had just soothed were wrinkled deeper in an instant, his brows were tightened, and the thick eyebrows were like a dark cloud, covering Zheng Haoran's old face.

……

After the tea effort.

The father and son sat across a coffee table.

"You mean ......"

Zheng Haoran is very human, the story Zheng Xiu told is like a fantasy, anyone who listens to it will shout ridiculous, but Zheng Haoran didn't spend much effort, he digested Zheng Xiu's words, and accepted the setting of "world line offset".

"In another world, Lao Tzu and your mother did pass away, and you, self-made, collected money from business, grew the Zheng family step by step, and finally by chance, the emperor appreciated and became the Red King."

"Because of your 'Inhuman Technique', you went to the Northern Barbarian and met the remnant soul of Lao Tzu in the wasteland, you bumped a punch with Lao Tzu, and you returned to the ancient battlefield where Lao Tzu and the wolf king fought twenty years ago."

"There, you saved Lao Tzu and made everything change, Lao Tzu and your mother did not die, they survived."

Zheng Xiu sat opposite Zheng Haoran, listening to Zheng Haoran's sentence of "Lao Tzu", and felt that something was wrong. But when you think about it, it seems to be right everywhere. Doesn't the father call himself "Lao Tzu" in front of his son, it's too normal.

"That's right."

Zheng Xiu nodded.

"That's not right."

Zheng Haoran clenched his fists and stood up, he pointed to the ground: "Oh, stand here." ”

He pouted and asked Zheng Xiu to stand on the floor of the room.

Zheng Xiu was puzzled, but when Lao Tzu spoke, he still obediently complied. With an orange cat on his head, after Zheng Xiu stood firmly, he found that he was facing the door behind him.

"Are you sure you saved Lao Tzu?"

The temperature in Zheng Haoran's voice dropped a few points, and Zheng Xiu looked at Zheng Haoran's face in surprise. Since he came to this world, he had never seen Zheng Haoran show such a stern expression to him. Hearing this, Zheng Xiu didn't know what his father wanted to say for a while, so he only nodded blankly: "Isn't it?" ”

"That's not right! Wrong! Wrong! Zheng Haoran suddenly shook his head like crazy, his long silver-white hair was messy, his face was a little more crazy and a little demonic, roaring angrily, repeating, but it was a strange sentence: "No! That punch! Not you! Not you! Who is it! Who is it? You forgot? You can't remember? Why can't I remember clearly! For the past 20 years, Lao Tzu has always thought that my son 'hasn't come yet'! I've been waiting! Waiting! Now, 'Here you are'! There you are! But it's not you! Not your fist! Twenty years ago, who knocked the old man and who sent the old man out with a punch? Why can't I remember! I can't remember! Just remember one punch! ”

"A punch without sorrow!"

"A reluctant punch!"

"Whose is it?"

"It's not you!"

"It's not that bald!"

"Twenty years ago, there was another person!"

"You forgot!"

"Lao Tzu also forgot!"

Zheng Haoran looked like a crazy demon and smashed Zheng Xiu with a punch.

His fists always had some kind of magical power, and Zheng Xiu subconsciously raised his fist to catch it.

The next moment.

One person and one cat were smashed out of the room by Zheng Haoran with a punch.

Rumble!

Sawdust flew, and the aftermath of the punch shattered the porcelain in the room in an instant. Zheng Haoran's punch made the neat room full of devastation.

Zheng Xiu dragged a deep ravine on the hard ground behind him, and his back hurt hotly.

After Zheng Haoran smashed Zheng Xiu and the innocent cat with a punch, his expression calmed down a little. He walked out of the room step by step, and the gray-haired man, at this moment, seemed to be back in the past, and he became the invincible General Zheng again.

Zheng Haoran looked down at Zheng Xiu condescendingly, and said in an indifferent tone:

"You think you saved Lao Tzu."

"But that's not the case."

"You just 'escaped' here!"

Zheng Haoran unreservedly released his doubts and anger for twenty years in front of Zheng Xiu.

Zheng Haoran knew very well that he should have died there.

He made up his mind.

He knew that if he lived, his son's original trajectory would change.

But he survived.

The point is, he forgot who rescued him from there.

That feeling, like something, erased the trajectory of a person's existence.

Everything has changed.

Zheng Haoran doesn't remember who that person was.

All he knew was that the man was important to his son.

"That man" did not hesitate to exchange his life for his son and rescued him.

But he forgot the man, he forgot the thing.

The traces left by "that person" in the world are only the feeling that the punch gave him.

Therefore, after Zheng Haoran came back from the battlefield alive, he was sought after and praised by the world, but he did not have a little pride in his heart.

He vaguely realized that he was able to come back from that place alive because someone had sacrificed "his" life.

For Zheng Haoran, people's memories can be forgotten, and traces of people's existence can be erased, but the feeling left by the fist will not be wrong.

"You know what!" Faced with Zheng Haoran's unprovoked anger, Zheng Xiu was also angry. After he reunited with Zheng Haoran's father and son, the father and son did not have a real conversation and contact. The fatherly love that Zheng Xiu longed for was only a heavy fist at the moment, smashing it his face.

Zheng Xiu reached out to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth and threw the cat aside.

He rushed forward and scuffled with his father.

Knock knock knock!

Zheng Haoran's fist smashed hard into Zheng Xiu's chest.

Zheng Xiu was not polite, and he also returned his fists.

The father and son completely lost their general's demeanor at this moment, and fought in the courtyard, and the smoke and dust billowed out.

"When my dad is amazing? I just wanted to save you, I did something wrong?!! ”

"Wrong! Miss by a mile! Fuck your fart! Twenty years ago, Lao Tzu told you that Lao Tzu should be worthy of death and worthy of death, I let you save it! I saved you! I saved you! Zheng Haoran scolded and his fists fell harder.

"You're my dad!"

"Phew! Lao Tzu doesn't have that much ability! Be your daddy! Your father is dead! ”

"You're cursing yourself like that?"

"You go back to Lao Tzu! Go back to your place! ”

The father and son were fighting very loudly, and it soon alarmed the rest of the Zheng Mansion.

When the wives of the father and son, Chun Tao and Yue Linglong, rushed here one after another, they couldn't help but be dumbfounded and stunned when they looked at the collapsed courtyard wall and the fallen trees. It is not that there has been no such thing as a father-son fight for thousands of years, but the fight is so fierce and fierce, and it can even be said that they are beaten to the death, and it is the first time that the two of them have seen each other.

Yue Linglong was about to step forward to dissuade her, but Chun Tao grabbed her suddenly. Yue Linglong looked back in wonder, Chun Tao shook her head slightly, and said with a smile: "Men are like this sometimes. ”

"Huh?" Yue Linglong was stunned when she heard this.

"There are some things that men can't say clearly with their mouths, and if they don't understand the way, there will always be many misunderstandings. The child's father is this kind of person, he can't say anything well, and he will light his fist at every turn. As soon as Chun Tao's words fell, the father and son in the yard scuffled, smashed a wall, and hit the next yard.

Yue Linglong was stunned. She feared that if the fight continued, they would both become widows.

Chun Tao was not worried, her eyes were hazy, recalling the first time she sneaked into the Zheng family, was hit by Zheng Haoran with a heavy punch, and was caught on the spot, and couldn't help but rub her eyes: "It's ridiculous to say, your mother and me, the first time I looked at the child and his father, I was punched by him and subdued." ”

“……”

Father and son fought for a full hour.

It's been a long time.

In the ruins of Zheng's house, the land was in shambles, and the father and son were lying panting in the ruins.

Zheng Xiu's clothes had already been broken into tattered rags and hung on his body, leaving fist marks on his chest, and his eyes, ears, mouth and nose were full of blood.

can have a fight with his father, but his expression at the moment is unusually calm, and he is completely refreshed after venting.

On the other hand, Zheng Haoran had a blue nose and swollen face - Zheng Xiusheng was afraid that he would hit the chest or something, so he greeted Zheng Haoran in the face.

Zheng Haoran lay on his back on the ground, took a few breaths, and shouted to his son, who was also lying not far away, "Understood? ”

Zheng Xiu got up, picked up the shivering orange cat from the grass on the side, and put it on top of his head, he glanced back at his father and nodded: "I understand." ”

"Tell me, what do you understand?"

"I forgot one thing, one very important thing." After a slight hesitation, Zheng Xiu added in a low voice: "Or is it, alone." ”

Zheng Haoran looked up to the sky and smiled: "Then go!" If you are my son, and you lose it, find it. ”

"Good!"

Zheng Xiu waved thirteen times to Qingqing.

A puff of smoke rolled up behind Zheng Xiu and followed silently.

After Zheng Xiu left.

Yue Linglong gritted her teeth and chased out.

Chun Tao squatted in front of Zheng Haoran, touched the swelling and bruising on Zheng Haoran's face, and the corners of her mouth twitched: "My son is very black." ”

Zheng Haoran grabbed Chun Tao's hand, and as soon as his son left, he was finally willing to cry out in pain, and he screamed in his mouth.

"Peach."

Zheng Haoran seemed to be a different person, curling his tongue and shouting Chun Tao's nickname.

Chun Tao's eyes were wet, and Zheng Haoran, who had a blue nose and swollen face, floated up, carefully combed Zheng Haoran's white hair, and let out a high-profile hum in his nose.

"Huh?"

"For more than 20 years, I've suffered you."

"Hmm."

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