He Has a Dragon

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Ba Ye ended the conversation with Wu Xingwen in half-belief and curiosity, but when he thought about the future, he felt a headache. That was the Hong family. On Hong Kong Island, most of the associations on the road were inextricably linked with this family. Even the Zheng family, whose financial resources are among the top five on Hong Kong Island, are now just the spokesperson of the Hong family on Hong Kong Island. http://www.vodtw.com

"It's a blessing, not a disaster. It's a disaster that can't be avoided. Let's be a monk for a day and beat the clock!" Ba Ye was thinking silently when he left Wu Xingwen's house and got into the car.

And Wang Le, the instigator who stirred up this bloody storm, had already left Hong Kong Island at dawn, passed through Pengcheng, and rode a heavy machine towards the south of the Yangtze River.

The whole journey was silent, at one o'clock in the afternoon, Wang Le, who had already changed into a Q7 car, finally entered the boundary of Feicheng.

When Wang Le found a restaurant at random on the side of the road, and came to the company after simply filling up the five internal organs temple, he had just entered the office, his buttocks were not hot yet, and the fat man knocked on the door and walked in.

"Coke, the people below have discussed that we are going to travel to Qionghai." The fat man propped his hands on the desk, looking at Wang Le who was sitting in the boss chair behind the desk.

Immediately without waiting for Wang Le to nod, he asked again: "Where did you go yesterday, I haven't seen your shadow all day."

Wang Le first vaguely said that he had other things to do, and then mentioned the travel matter, saying: "I have a villa in Qionghai, and the company has few people, so you don't need to stay in the hotel with any tour group. Just live there directly, so you don’t have to be bound by the itinerary due to joining a tour group, and you can freely allocate your time to have more fun.”

The fat man enviously said: "You really have you, and you bought a villa in Qionghai without anyone noticing, I didn't even know."

Wang Le waved his hand and explained: "Last time, I made a set of jade jewelry in the capital for the jadeite I gambled on. The extra pair of bracelets was exchanged by a rich man for a villa in Qionghai."

The fat man nodded, then changed the subject with a smile, and suggested: "We haven't gone to Xinzhou Hotel for dinner for a while, so why don't we invite Wu Liang and the youngest to get together tonight?"

Seeing that the fat man said that he was going to Xinzhou Hotel, Wang Le couldn't help but think of Sunan, and then he said a little prevarication: "It's fine to eat, but let's change to another place. Didn't our Mrs. Jiangnan open a branch, just go there."

The fat man didn't take it seriously, put away his big fat hands propped on the desk, and said, "Then I'll contact Wu Liang and the others."

Then the two talked about the company's affairs for a while, and the fat man left the office to arrange the evening party.

Qilin accompanied his teacher on the road leading to the capital,

Asked with a strange face: "Master, along the way, you always go around and go to many places, and now you are going to the capital, why do you have to get out of the car and walk into the capital?"

The old guy stopped, turned around and glanced at the Qilin who was following him, and then walked forward slowly with his hands behind his back. After a while, he said softly: "People live for too long, and what they fear most is not death. , but watching the old friends around me leave this world one by one.”

"I have been staying in the deep mountains and old forests on the border. I have not set foot in this inland area for many years. I am afraid that I will be hurt by the scene."

"Those familiar places, because the brothers and beauty have already been buried in the loess and turned into skeletons, have become strange when they revisit the old places many years later."

Speaking of this, the old guy paused, and then sighed meaningfully: "This feeling is a kind of great fear, and it has also become a demon in my heart."

Qilin looked at his mentor's somewhat hunched back, as if he had seen the vicissitudes of the great era, and the vicissitudes of life were playing out on him.

Suddenly, the old guy paused, stopped, and looked sideways at a big mountain in the distance, his eyes were a little bewildered and sad.

Qilin imitated his mentor and looked towards the mountain.

"Do you know what's behind that mountain?" The old guy murmured a little vaguely.

Without waiting for Qilin to reply, the old guy said softly: "That's my hometown, where I was born, a small mountain village called Xiaojia'ao."

Qilin next to him turned his head to look at his mentor, and couldn't help but realize that this is his hometown, so it's no wonder he got off the car when he was approaching the capital.

"Master, I didn't know your old surname is Xiao until today." Qilin said with a smile when he heard that his teacher was born in Xiaojia'ao.

Immediately, he continued: "Master, you must have not visited your hometown for many years. Now that you are at the door of your house, you might as well go and have a look."

Seeing the old guy froze, he shook his head and murmured: "Young little one left home and the old one came back. The local accent has not changed, and the mane hair has faded. The children meet each other and don't know each other. Smile and ask the guest where he came from."

"I don't have the courage to face this kind of desolation."

Qilin fell into silence. He knew that at this time the old man's heart must be filled with unspeakable grief, and the only thing he could do was to quietly accompany his teacher.

Unknowingly, the bright sun in the sky gradually dimmed and slowly set towards the west. The old and the young stood on the side of the road without moving, as if they had forgotten the passage of time.

When the sunset glowed around the edge of the sky, the old guy broke the silence with a faint opening, looked at the mountains of his hometown, and murmured: "The world is born of my generation, and the time has passed since I entered the rivers and lakes. Huangtu Baye is chatting and laughing, and I can't bear it." A drunken life, holding a sword and straddling a horse, swinging a rain of ghosts, the bones fly like a mountain bird. Dust things are like tides and people are like water, only a few people in the rivers and lakes will return."

"Xiaoyue, Mumu, Gazi, I'm back, and I saw the Black Tiger Mountain in my hometown."

At this time, from the corner of Qilin's vision, he saw old tears dripping from the corners of his teacher's eyes, and he couldn't help feeling sad in his indifferent heart.

Qilin couldn't help but think of the girl he couldn't forget, and he hadn't had time to confess his love to him. He didn't know when he would be able to return to his hometown and meet again.

By that time, she will be married as a wife and raise children with her beloved man!

By then, perhaps he would have already buried his bones in a foreign land!

"The world is like tides and people are like water, only a few people in the rivers and lakes will return."

Qilin muttered and repeated the verse from the old Hong Kong movie that his teacher said.

In the movie "Smiling Proud Jianghu", Dongfang Bubai is so arrogant and arrogant, he looks down on the world and recites this poem.

But at this moment, because the teacher returned to his hometown after many years, and would never see those brothers and beauties again, he was so sad that he couldn't sing out by himself.

And why is he a unicorn?

Maybe it's about the future, I don't know where the soul returns!

At this time, Qilin couldn't help thinking of Emperor Zuo, the strongest trump card who was invincible and undefeated, and finally walked out of the army intact, and couldn't help feeling a little bit of envy.

"Good luck!" Qilin could only sigh secretly.

Finally, when the sunset was emitting the last ray of light, the old and the young put away their sentimentality and embarked on the journey to Beijing again, to the final duel!

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