readx;? What made Yun Poyue unbelievable was that his father had been a soldier and had fought in Goryeo. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoFrom the time he can remember, until he was twelve years old, his father has always been kind and kind.

Tantrums are rare.

In Yun Poyue's memory, he was almost never beaten by his father.

When I was slapped on the buttocks, nine times out of ten, it was my mother.

Therefore, it is difficult for him to combine his father, who is popular, peaceful, or even a little cowardly, with a soldier who is cold and cold-eyed on the battlefield, and has a combination of swords and soldiers.

However, things in the world are so strange, and human personality has multiple complexities.

Maybe once they go to the battlefield and fight each other, people will be reversed. The delicate man can also be violent, and the elegant can become rude, and in the end even he himself will not recognize the original appearance.

When Yun Poyue was seven years old, she had the opportunity to spend a month alone with her father.

It was at a school.

It is separated from the village where they live, two mountains, and a long road.

The school is located in an ancient temple.

Many trees are planted around the ancient temple, and the branches are forked, which looks gloomy and scary at night. My father cooked for the teachers and students, and occasionally rang the bell for the end of the class.

Yun Poyue didn't remember what the students in that school looked like, and she forgot how to get along with them.

The teacher there had a child, a year older than Yun Poyue, and his whistle was extremely loud. Nice and rhythmic, it can even blow out a full song.

This ability is extremely enviable.

Yun Poyue kept pestering people, asking the child's age, which made him quite impatient. How did that man know the little abacus in his heart? Yun Poyue often tilted his head and secretly calculated: Hurry up, in another year, as long as I reach the age of eight, I will be able to whistle loudly.

Make all people envious.

At that time, he thought that some kind of ability (whistling) came naturally as people got older. Just like changing teeth and growing hair.

On several occasions, his father bought him pastry, a square-shaped dessert wrapped in coarse paper.

Yun Poyue likes to eat.

This is something that makes other people's children covetous. Yun Poyue only cares about eating, not asking where it comes from. It was in line with the mentality of a kid at his age.

A seven-year-old child is like an ignorant little beast, what can he understand?

When he got home, his mother told him that the money for the pastries was actually earned by his father who went to the brick kiln to pull bellows for people after getting off work and finishing all the work in the unit.

Pull the bellows and fan the fire.

On the one hand, he was baked by the blazing heat of the brick kiln, so he had to take off his cotton jacket and wear a sweatshirt.

Pull the bellows for half a night, only to exchange for a bag of pastries. Then I went back to school, sometimes I slept for a while, sometimes I could barely close my eyes, and I had to prepare breakfast for the teachers and students.

"Don't forget to repay your dad in the future. After the mother finished speaking, she taught her earnestly.

But when the clouds break through the moon, it sounds like the wind in the ears, blowing gently and leaving no trace. At his age, it was difficult to associate delicious, fluffy, sweet pastries with filial piety.

Many years later, Yun Poyue remembered that ancient temple.

I think of the days when I was with my father.

Remembering those sweet pastries.

Father lit the fire and asked him to hug firewood, but if Yun Poyue didn't want to, he only hugged it once, so he lied and said that his hand was stabbed by firewood. My father would cancel the decision and say forget it......

A month with his father made him familiar with a smell.

A father's taste.

Maybe it's the volatilization of the pastry in my arms, maybe it's the sweat that is roasted by the fire, maybe it's the raw cabbage that is cut, or maybe it's the sour, faint flavor of the noodles that are about to be steamed in the cauldron after fermentation?

It's inexplicable, but it's unique.

Extremely specific.

Since the death of his father, Yun Poyue left his hometown with a roll of luggage and came to the city to wander, but in the past four or five years, he has never found this smell in any man.

Smell your father's scent.

Until he met the "Kanto Hero" Bai Nianqing.

If he hadn't met this person, he would probably be like most people, struggling with the hustle and bustle. stay with Ling'er, have children, hold hands with each other, and live an ordinary worldly life.

At that time, Jie Ling'er was pregnant.

Although he didn't like her noisy, rude, and self-righteous, he didn't want to turn away. That's it, maybe everyone's life has come like this? Noisy and shouting, trivial, get better, you and I love sweet words and swearing, fists and feet when fighting, bad words to each other - and then the hair is gray, the eyes are spent, the body is weak, the passion is gone, and then they rely on each other, help each other, and depend on each other for their lives.

Who is not like this among the husbands and wives of the world?

There is no reason for Yun Poyue to be special!

Until one day he met Bai Nianqing.

The old man was sitting on the bridge, with a yellow beard and yellow hair, and a glittering purple robe. Short stature. Yun Poyue came back from collecting protection money in the south of the city, and was about to cross the bridge and return to the "Meilaimei" grocery store.

At this time, Ling'er must have already prepared the meal at home.

He shook his hands, hummed a tune, and walked across the narrow bridge deck.

When approaching the old man, Yun Poyue suddenly smelled a long-lost smell, which was indescribable and endless, but it was true, it was a smell that only had on his father. He walked from the countryside to the city, and in the past few years, he has experienced not a thousand, but eight hundred, but never smelled this smell again.

The familiar smell awakened a certain memory that Yun Poyue had been sleeping in his heart.

He couldn't help but turn his head and look at the short old man carefully.

The old man smiled and looked calm: "It's you......"

Yun Poyue was stunned: "What is me?"

"You are who you are. ”

"I am me, who are you?"

"The old man is young and has been looking for several years, and this person finally let me meet. "So you must drop everything and come with me at once......"

Yun Poyue scratched her head: "Come with you?"

"Not bad. ”

"Why?"

"Don't ask why, don't ask me where I'm from, it's just a matter of fate. ”

"Marriage seems to be the case?"

"It's the same with the fate of master and apprentice. The old man's tone was firm.

Yun Poyue hesitated for a moment: "Master and apprentice?"

"Haven't you heard of chicken feet?"

"Nope. ”

"What about the young man of the Kanto Dynasty?"

"I've never heard of it either. ”

"Alas, it seems that it's not that the old man is incapable and his skills are not good, but that the publicity is not enough. The old man sighed slightly and said, "I'm afraid that in the future, I will also give up this old face, report myself bravely, and recommend myself to warm up ......after going to others."

"What if I don't want to go with you?"

Yun Poyue took a step back and leaned against the railing of the bridge.

Bai Nianqing smiled: "Then I will kill you immediately." ”

The expression was eerie and terrifying.

Yun Poyue's scalp is numb. He wanted to turn around and run away from the bridge, but his legs did not move, like a stone sculpture. Both hands were also frozen in the air.

"Look at me, don't look away. ”

The old man spat out a sentence from his lips, and Yun Poyue couldn't help but obey the order. Suddenly, he felt that there was a mysterious force controlling him, and the muscles of his whole body tensed tightly, like stones, and rose from the bridge surface in disbelief.

About three feet above the ground, suspended in the air.

The old man said, "You know how good I am, right?"

"Put me down. Yun Poyue's voice was dry.

"Good. The old man nodded.

Yun Poyue saw that she was slowly falling back to the ground, her whole body was soft, and she could move freely again. He clenched his fist and released it. His hands suddenly opened and closed, and he asked, "What are you going to teach me?"

The old man continued: "Naturally, it is to learn martial arts. ”

"Can I learn? Can I still learn? You know, I'm nineteen years old. ”

"You don't have to think about being the best in the world. The old man announced without emotion, "But with your qualifications and the unique teaching of the old man, over time, it will not be a problem to enter the top ten." ”

Yun Poyue took a sharp breath, stored it in her stomach for a while, and then slowly spit it out: "Okay, I'll go with you." ”

The old man didn't raise his head: "That's right." ”

He asked again, "Baby, what's your name?"

Yun Poyue was stunned on the spot, after coming out for all these years, wandering outside, all the people he came into contact with were living people, no one cared about his name and surname, and no one called his name. After a few years, he has forgotten what he called?

In the countryside, although his father, who had read two books, gave him the name of Wen Crepe, few people called him. His mother and neighbors called him "three sons," and the women who washed the clothes laughed and laughed, and nicknamed him "a man who stuffed his teeth." ”

After coming out, he was carrying wood at the lumberyard, and the gang called him "hillbilly" and "silly boy", and stole property with the thief willow in prison, numbered "three-two-one-four". The boss of the coffin shop Meng Guanglu disdained him and scolded him for "stinky food", and his colleagues at the post office called him, and the most used was "hey" or "hey", even Luo Yan, who was once the most intimate, would only hug him when he was in love, and shouted "my cute little boy" in his ear!

Think about it all these years, there are really few people who have called him by name.

When the old man saw that he was stunned, he raised his head strangely, and said impatiently: "What is your name, what is it difficult to say? You don't even have a name, do you?"

Yun Poyue let out a long sigh. Feeling emotional, he didn't want to explain, and replied: "My father gave me a name, but I forgot it." Not worthy to be his son. My mother's surname is Luo, and if in the future, as you said, to learn the invincible martial arts in the world, then she will be an amazing and extraordinary person. The apprentice is willing to start over. Master, from now on, just call me Luo Bufan!" )