The cemetery is not in the city of Beiping, it is located in the south outside the city, in a barren clearing, large and small tombstones are crooked and irregularly inserted in the sand.

The weeds were overgrown, many of them half a man tall, and apparently no one had taken care of them for a long time.

Halfway through autumn, most of the grass leaves are dyed a withered gray-yellow, but some stubbornly maintain a deep green, alternating between withered yellow and dark green, both of which are dim colors, making the cemetery look more lifeless and more like a mass grave.

The wind blows, and the blades of grass rustle.

Gu Fengyang knelt in front of a low tomb, he bought a pot of wine and some paper money.

Paper money was burning, flames were rising, and wine was poured on the flames.

"I didn't come to see you during the Qingming Festival, I will make up for it today, the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming, and our grandfather and grandson will have a reunion day first. ”

There wasn't much wine, only half a pot, and it was quickly gone.

Gu Fengyang put the wine pot on the grave and said: "Qinyuan brewed sycamore roast, precious, but expensive has the benefits, it does not have the smell of horse urine, you often nag before you were alive and failed to drink a sip, I specially bought it, first give you a taste, and it will be paid for the New Year's festival in the future!"

"Grandpa, what I promised you, I did half of it, although I didn't get into the martial arts, but I became an apprentice of the martial arts. Heh, a martial artist from Jiangnan, let me help him open a martial arts hall, this matter is completed, I am a martial artist!"

"When I was a child, you used to teach me that you can't pick up pies that fall from the sky. So I didn't want to be an apprentice of Jiangnan Wuren, but he said that he was ambitious, not for himself, but for the world, saying that we can no longer be bullied by foreigners, I was hot at the time, so I knelt down and ......"

"Thinking about it now, I always feel that something is wrong, as if there is a knife hanging above my head and behind me, which will be chopped down at any time, but I can't care about it so much, the world will change, there are not many opportunities, and those who can grasp it must hurry!"

Gu Fengyang rarely said so much, but in front of his grandfather's grave, he kept chattering, talking about some big things, and even more about many small things.

The paper money turned to ashes and had already burned out, and Gu Fengyang stayed in front of the grave for nearly two hours before getting up to leave.

When he entered the city, he found that someone not far away was secretly looking at him, and he didn't care, and went straight to Xinglong Bridge.

Before he could get there, he was stopped by a group of people.

There were two people in the first place, one was a bald man with a scar at the corner of his mouth, and the other was in his early twenties.

"Zhang San, Li Si?" Gu Feng frowned, he looked behind the two of them, and saw more than ten people, all of whom were brothers who walked on their feet.

"Xiao Gu, I heard that you are going to quit the foot walk?" Zhang San tilted his head, his nostrils were facing the sky, he had been mixing in the foot line for more than ten years, thinking that he was an old qualification, and he had always regarded himself as the second in command of the foot walk.

Hearing this, Gu Fengyang nodded, and responded, "I was about to talk to Uncle Qiao about this." ”

As he spoke, he secretly wondered in his heart, very few people knew about his withdrawal from the footwalk, who leaked the news?

Without thinking deeply, Li Si in front of him opened his mouth and asked, "Isn't it good for you to walk on your feet, why do you have to quit?"

Li Si's temperament was relatively timid, and his voice was as soft as a mosquito, Zhang Sanyi pushed him away and said sharply: "Xiao Gu, when you first came here at the age of seventeen, you were penniless, you hadn't eaten for three days, you were as thin as a bamboo pole, and in winter, you still wore straw sandals on your feet! In just three years, you have food, wine, a house to live in, a lot of spare money, and you can play with women, don't you know who gave these things?"

"Is that you?" Zhang San's gaze was very fierce, Gu Fengyang had no fear, glared back coldly, and said, "You have the qualifications to teach me a lesson?"

"Living until now, every copper plate is earned by my hard work, I don't owe it to the footman, I owe it, I only owe Uncle Qiao, so I came to give his old man an explanation today. ”

"Something happened to the foot line, I know, but this is the responsibility of you and Li Si, you didn't make it clear before transporting the goods, and you brought back a corpse, who is to blame?" Seeing that Zhang San was still about to speak, Gu Fengyang directly blocked all his words, "You don't take responsibility for this matter, you don't share your worries for Uncle Qiao, but you come to embarrass me for no reason, are you funny?"

"We ......," Li Sizhi was speechless.

Zhang San was so angry that his face turned red, and the green tendons on his forehead were beating violently, he waved his hand and shouted: "Li Si and I did something wrong, so what? Everyone carries something together, and the foot line has never been like this! And at this juncture, you Xiao Gu actually want to quit the foot walk, first ask the brothers if they agree, right?"

Before the words fell, the people behind him shouted: "Don't agree!"

These people were all brought by Zhang San, and they were already close to him, so they naturally said so.

The voices of more than a dozen people together were very loud, but one voice completely overshadowed them, as if thundering: "What a great majesty, why don't you sit in the position of the dragon head and give your surname Zhang?"

Zhang San trembled, only to feel that a high mountain appeared behind him as if out of thin air, and a huge mountain shadow shrouded him, covering his small figure instantly, he turned around with difficulty, not daring to look at the person behind him, and only shouted in a low voice: "Old dragon head." ”

has been the leader of the foot industry for 30 years, and the power has been accumulated for 30 years, once Qiao Guozhen is angry, he is like a prison!

Zhang San didn't dare to resist at all, and the others were even more silent.

Qiao Guozhen rushed over after seeing the movement, and just happened to see the last scene, and he was immediately furious.

When he was young, he was burly, and he often started to do things when he didn't agree with him, so he was called the "God of the Angry Gate".

But in Gu Fengyang's impression, he is by no means a person who is so easy to get angry, especially recently, the old man seems to see through everything, and the older he gets, the more kind he becomes.

Looking at the old man's graying hair, the folds on his face that gradually piled up, and listening to his roar when he was angry, Gu Fengyang only felt that his heart was congested, and he couldn't breathe.

"It seems that the corpse shredding case is very tricky, it will not be an ordinary case, there are many spearheads pointed at the foot line in the open and secret, Uncle Qiao has exhausted his mind for this matter!"

was thinking about it, but saw Qiao Guozhen looking at him and asked, "Have you thought about it?"

"Hmm......" Gu Fengyang nodded slowly.

"It's okay, I knew early on that my feet couldn't keep you. Qiao Guozhen was stunned for a moment, and suddenly grinned, he always has the greatest tolerance for Gu Fengyang.

"What I told you a few days ago has always counted, if you can't get along outside, come back, no shame. ”

At the end of the day, the old man said another word of advice, "Be careful in everything in the future." ”

After speaking, Qiao Guozhen glanced at Zhang San and the others, turned around and left, and there were detectives and reporters walking not far away, obviously for the corpse shredding case, he needed to deal with it.

Gu Fengyang followed closely behind the old man, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and paid attention: "Before leaving the footwalk, let me do one last thing!"