The rise of the reborn hero

‘Looking at the retreating figure of the old Maitreya and his suddenly stooped waist, Murong Qingqing's usually cold face looked a little disappointed.

She said no more.

When old Maitreya said that there was no sea and no Maitreya Buddha in the world, Murong Qingqing knew that the heart of the old man who had watched her grow up was completely dead.

He gave up the only name by which he was known.

Old Maitreya has always had a hard life, and he is already one of the only old people in Haidongqing.

As the years passed, the young people of Haidongqing no longer knew Maitreya's real name. Even Murong Qingqing only vaguely remembered that Old Maitreya's surname was Liu......

Tiandu Railway Station.

There is a sea of ​​people in front of the train station, noisy and busy. A variety of hurried travelers and hawkers intertwined to form a lively place.

Old Maitreya squatted alone on the edge of a long chair in the waiting room, smoking a dry pipe that he had not smoked for a long time, like an old farmer returning home.

Some of the women holding their children even rolled their eyes at the old Maitreya with disgust, some of them disgusted by the pungent smell of his dry tobacco.

Old Maitreya also felt the meaning of these eyes. He grinned with a simple smile and tapped the sole of his shoe with the cigarette rod to extinguish the fireworks.

The pride in his heart made Lao Maitreya decide to reject the sufficiently generous retirement arrangement provided by Jinxiu Group, and also reject the proposal of Murong Qingqing and others to provide retirement care in his hometown in Haizhou. The stubborn old man quietly embarked on his return journey alone.

By the way, he is no longer Maitreya Buddha, and he is no longer the director of the foreign affairs department of Jinxiu Group. He is just Liu Sangou.

He was the old man who was born in a border town and came to the final stage of his life after wandering for more than fifty years.

Fallen leaves return to their roots.

Liu Sangou had forgotten the all-powerful Jinxiu Group and Hai Dongqing's bloody escape. Now all he could think about was returning to the land that had raised him.

The small town of Eren at the end of the Qilian Mountains.

Eren is Mongolian.

Translated into Chinese, it means the most beautiful place on the Gobi beach.

I haven’t gone back for many, many years, but Eren is still called Eren now.

Liu Sangou knew how to get back. He took the train from Tiandu to Shengjing in 38 hours, then took the train from Shengjing to Qingcheng in 40 hours, and then took the train in Qingcheng to Chahar in 16 hours. Department, and the bus station there has a direct bus to Eren every morning and afternoon.

The speaker in the waiting room remembered, and someone stood up on the long chair next to Liu Sangou and hurried to the platform. Old Maitreya sat down on the chair leisurely and narrowed his eyes slightly.

There are still forty minutes left before his train. He is indeed getting old. His lack of rest these past few days has caused severe pain in his back.

The waiting room was bustling with people, and old Maitreya's thoughts had begun to drift into the distance....

There are many Han people in Chahar, and Liu San is one of them.

From the time my ancestors came to the west entrance to settle down here, Liu Sangou has completely belonged to Eren.

He left Eren in 1945, when Liu Sangou was exactly eighteen years old.

At eighteen years old, he was already extremely strong, with a straight waist and thick arms that could run a horse. He was not at all the rickety and skinny person he is now.

At that time, he tied up his clothes like a Mongolian man, with his chest exposed, drinking strong drinks and speaking in Chahar dialect. If it weren't for the name Liu Sangou, everyone would think that he was an out-and-out Mongolian man.

Liu Sangou's parents left for another world around the time he was fifteen years old. All he had left behind was a mud house and an IOU owed four yuan to Fu Sheng.

In the past few years since his parents were gone, Liu Sangou did not become thinner. Instead, he used his flexible skills and natural hunter's instinct to feed himself with the yellow sheep he hunted to become extremely strong.

It took him three years not only to pay off the debt, but also to save two Yuan Datou. You must know that in this era, those banknotes can be worth one day, and only silver dollars are the most popular hard currency....

"The K73 train to Shanghai is about to arrive at the station...."

The loud sound of the trumpet pulled Liu Sangou out of his memories. He raised his wrist to check the time. Old Maitreya changed his position to make his waist more comfortable.

"If I hadn't met the big boss, I would probably have saved a few more years, and then asked for a mother-in-law to live in Eren for the rest of my life. I would probably have grandchildren by now."Old Maitreya lit his dry cigarette again, took a deep breath, and imagined another life....

"That man!"

An obvious foreign accent called out to Liu Sangou, who was walking in the market with a yellow sheep on his back.

Liu Sangou stopped and followed the call. He saw a man wearing a mink hat and a leather coat common to foreign wealthy people. The middle-aged man with a Chinese character waved to him

"Live?"

The middle-aged man rolled Huang Yang's eyelids and sounded a little surprised. Then he looked at Liu Sangou's thick arms with a hint of appreciation in his eyes.

"Patience and tolerance are essential to survive to catch this guy. How long have you been squatting on him?"

The middle-aged man is an expert in hunting. He knows that to catch live yellow sheep, he can only catch the yellow sheep that have been holding back their urine in the morning, because only at this time can the prairie elf not run very far, and the timing is very difficult to grasp.

"A whole night."

Liu Sangou said shivering from the cold,"Boss, the taste of a live sheep without bleeding is different, and the skin is not damaged at all. The middle-aged man's eyes flashed past the cracked hole on Liu Sangou's face. He smiled and threw a silver dollar into Liu Sangou's arms very generously,"How old are you?""

The vicissitudes of life on Liu Sangou's face were not hidden from the middle-aged man. He could tell that this man with strong skills was definitely not old.

"eighteen."

The ecstatic Liu Sangou hurriedly took the silver dollar and answered honestly.

"Do you want to change your lifestyle?"

The middle-aged man looked at Liu Sangou with unconcealed admiration in his eyes.

As the best hunter in Baishan and the owner of Haidongqing, Gao Mingshan knew that this young man was a piece of jade.

"Change your life?"

Liu Sangou was confused, his young eyes were full of hope....

That day, a big thing and a small thing happened in Eren.

The big thing is that Mr. Buren was shot in the head with a firearm. The small thing is that a young man named Liu Sangou suddenly disappeared in Eren.

No one knows where he went...

"Train 236 to Shengjing is about to pull into the station, heading to Shengjing....travelers are prepared."

Old Maitreya stood up, put out the cigarette, put the cigarette stick behind his back, and turned around. He was stunned for a moment.

Su Pingnan stood at the entrance of the waiting hall in a crisp black suit and looked at him quietly. Lu Yuan, Du Jiu, Murong Qingqing, etc. The man stood behind him with a solemn expression

"You want to leave, I understand."

Su Pingnan bowed slightly and said,"Today I will take Lord Maitreya to the car."

For a moment, the three-sect and nine-liu group in the waiting room were stunned.

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