During the whole meal, Wang Jian kept talking and the old carpenter kept talking. It was not until both of them put away their chopsticks that the old carpenter poured out a large bowl of wine from the wine jar next to him. Then he poured another bowl for Wang Jian.

The crimson wine is as clear as amber and exudes a strong and intoxicating fragrance. Wang Jian has never drunk it before, but he has seen it before. This is Yaochi Qing that the old carpenter said he would brew for his grandson. This is similar to the monkey. One of the three major wines, which is as famous as Erzui and Sanbu choke.

"Have a bowl." "Please search Piao Tian Literature, the novels are better and updated faster!" The old carpenter pushed the bowl to Wang Jian: "I can't drink anymore, I want to keep it for my grandson."

Wang Jian smiled and stretched out his hand to pick up the bowl of wine, but he couldn't touch the thick blue porcelain bowl. This made him wake up, and then a sour feeling in his heart rushed straight to his eyes and nose.

"Hey!" The old carpenter stretched out his hand and patted Wang Jian on the head: "Men can't cry over such things, and you don't feel ashamed!"

Wang Jian rubbed his nose and then laughed: "I've been crying since I was a child, and it's not like you don't know me."

Although Wang Jian always presents himself as a tough guy, he is actually a typical sentimental guy. Many people think that Wang Jian is a pervert like the Terminator. In fact... the blood flowing in his veins is also blood, not engine oil. He feels sad and sad, and hesitates when faced with choices. Apart from his strong body, he is no different from any twenty-year-old literary young man.

He also has a little-known skill, which is high-level piano skills. He even won a provincial competition trophy at the age of twelve, and his "Red River Valley" was used as the soundtrack for a Hollywood movie.

"Dad...I'm sorry." Wang Jian looked at the old carpenter and then lowered his head: "I couldn't let you live a good life."

"Silly son." The old carpenter pinched Wang Jian's ear: "Shime is called a good life? Does living in a big house and driving a car mean that it is a good life?"

Wang Jian raised his head silently: "Isn't it? I can let you live a good life now... but you are no longer here."

"What a silly boy." The old carpenter laughed heartily: "You are still too young and naive, and occasionally a bit naive." The old carpenter took out a photo of Wang Jian when he was six years old from his pocket: "You are My hope, is there anything happier than watching Ziji’s hope grow and thrive day by day? Watching you develop in a good direction every day. The sun can shine on you every day, and every day I can see your smiling face all day long, is there any better day than this? Tell me?"

Wang Jian was speechless for a moment and just held his head with one hand: "But I always feel that I can't do it well."

"I once dominated the world, and everything I said was someone else's imperial edict." The old carpenter gently held Wang Jian's hand: "Did I do well? No, I didn't do well. The Supreme Being is supreme. ?Who is supreme? Everyone is a shijiè, who can change a shijiè? You can’t, I can’t, no one can.”

"So the hesitation and helplessness you feel now is because you saw how big this shijiè is. You can do this better than me. Let me ask you. Have you ever climbed a mountain?"

"Climbed...of course." Wang Jian was amused: "I am a famous wild boy."

The old carpenter picked up the wine and took a sip: "Silly boy, let me tell you, you are at the foot of the mountain, the mountainside and the top of the mountain."

Wang Jian thought for a while and raised his head: "When I'm at the foot of the mountain, I often feel... this mountain is so high, I don't know if I can go up. When I'm on the mountainside, I feel very tired, but I'm afraid of being sorry if I want to go back.

Ziji had the strength to go up, but when he reached the top of the mountain... he felt frustrated."

The old carpenter looked at Wang Jian and smiled slightly, waiting for him to continue.

"Yes, it's a sense of frustration." Wang Jian laughed loudly: "Because when you reach the top of the mountain, you realize that the mountain in front of you is higher than the mountain below! And the scenery is no different from the bottom of the mountain."

"Yes, you have a lot of frustration, but I only have a sense of accomplishment." The old carpenter shook his head silently: "You can see farther than me. I have been staring at the foot of the mountain, and you have been looking at the clear sky. You are afraid that you will not be able to surpass me, but in fact

Didn't you notice? You are surpassing me, at least...I have accomplished nothing. Apart from being respected by others, I am nothing. And you will be crowned king."

Then the voice and image of the old carpenter stopped, and then... Wang Jian opened his eyes. The sun was shining brightly outside at this moment, and there was a seabird that seemed to be lost on the window sill, staring at Wang Jian.

There was a breeze blowing the curtains at the windows.

There was silence all around, probably because it was still early in the morning. In the past, when I got up, I could hear the cries of soy milk and fried dough sticks and the noisy traffic and people.

Wang Jian silently sat up from the bed, rubbed his eyes with both hands, smiled slightly, and then said to himself: "Old man, you are so generous, you actually came all the way to cheer me up."

As he spoke, he stood up and stretched, slowly took off the leggings on his legs, then put on his clothes and tied the leggings, and carried the two knives he brought from China on his back, and

He put on the pair of nano-gloves and tied a bandage around his wrist, with more than twenty willow flying knives stuffed into the bandage.

After he almost finished tidying up, Yang Yue walked in, looked Wang Jian up and down and said with a smile: "Jingshén looks very good."

Wang Jian rubbed his nose: "Yes, it's good. Someone came to cheer me up."

"It must be some confidante, right?" Yang Yue smiled slyly: "You have so many confidants."

Wang Jian didn't reply, he just smiled and walked out of the door: "Is the car ready?"

"Well, anytime. But..." Yang Yue paused, and her expression became heavy: "This road is not easy to walk."

"I have always felt that the road to heaven is easy, but it is also a road of no return. Only the difficult road can lead to a return." Wang Jian took a deep breath: "Don't worry, I will definitely come back."

At the same time, Shanova was also getting ready. She was wearing a tights, two Uzis on her waist, and her signature revolver. She had attack gloves on her hands, her hair was tied on top of her head, and she looked heroic.

A sassy look.

"Are you really planning to go?" Katyusha frowned: "It's very dangerous. You also said that the first law of the jungle is to avoid risks."

"You also said that people cannot be measured by the law of the jungle. Just think that I am going to watch the excitement." Shanova smiled: "Don't underestimate me, my fighting ability will not be worse than anyone else."

Katyusha grabbed her hand: "Is it worth it for a man?"

"No, I'm just doing it for myself." Shanova gently put down Katyusha's hand and said with a smile: "Everything needs to be done by yourself."

After saying that, Shanova turned around and left, and got on her motorcycle, which was as high-end as possible and full of science fiction elements. After putting on her helmet, she turned to Katyusha and gave a thumbs-up gesture: "Don't worry, I'm very happy."

It’s awesome. What Kato has in his hands is also my pursuit, even if it’s for the future of Heaven’s Gate, I will fight for it.”

"I will wait for you to come back." Katyusha bit her lip: "Don't let anything happen."

"no problem."

Then, Wang Jian's car and Shanova's motorcycle were started at the same time and sped away towards the same goal...

I still fell asleep, but I got up at four o'clock... Although I was missing yidiǎn, I still failed to live up to ziji's promise.

Please call me a good person...

By the way, speaking of good people. Yesterday I actually bought a can of herbal tea called "Chen Guangbiao Good Person". I was immediately shocked. How much Brother Biao wants to be a good person... It's really hard for him. (To be continued.
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