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    Tang Jinglei laughed at the proposal of the fairy tale princess. Girls who like romance are always like this. They fantasize about the story of Cinderella meeting Prince Charming all day long, or they will be in love until they grow old, or they will grow old together.  They also sit in rocking chairs and chat slowly all day Their thoughts are good and their mood is understandable, but in this real society, where are there so many good examples of talented men and women flying together?  It is more for the ordinary people whose parents are careless about things. They also have love, but it is difficult for them to have romance. Romance mostly exists in fairy tales.  As for the girl Qiao Ruoxi from the Qiao family in the capital, it seems that she only exists in Tang Jinglei's past memories, but in reality, since the moment they parted, they have each embarked on their own path, and have a romantic relationship with each other.  Not relevant.  In a hurry, ten years have passed. What should he do with her now? Tang Jinglei never thought about it, nor did he have the intention to do it. However, when these dusty past events came to his mind again, he thought  Let¡¯s go back to the mountains to have a look.  He missed his grandfather who had raised him for more than ten years, and the old Taoist priest who was kind and more like an elder.  As soon as this thought came to his mind, Tang Jinglei couldn't calm down anymore. He looked at the calendar and it was the weekend soon, so he decided to go back and visit, visit his grandfather's grave, and calm down his mind there.  He said hello to the fairy tale princess and said that he was going to go back for a visit on the weekend. The fairy tale princess was very envious of him and said that he could freely control his own time, but she could not. She was too busy and there was always a big day even on the weekend.  There are so many things to do that there is no time for leisure.  Tang Jinglei comforted her with a few words and reminded her to rest properly. Otherwise, people are always like a clockwork machine. If it takes too long, the strings will break. No one can go on for too long without resting at all.  Tired and inefficient, it is better to stop and adjust occasionally, and then continue on your own path.  The fairy tale princess thanked him and said she would find a way to squeeze in time, and then said goodbye and went offline. However, she did not stop looking for the girl from the Qiao family until the end, and Tang Jinglei also ignored it.  After another day of work, Tang Jinglei set out on his way back to the mountains early on Saturday morning.  It was a mountain village more than 300 kilometers away. It was the place where he lived before he was sixteen years old. He couldn't wait any longer.  The name of the small mountain village is Qianyang Village. It is a very common name. It is not even marked on the city-level map, let alone the provincial-level map. There used to be about ten families living here, with a population of thirty or forty people.  Next to Xiaoxing Mountain, it is one of the mountains with a radius of nearly a hundred miles. The altitude is nearly a thousand meters. Although it is not very high, it is not bad for the terrain of the southeast, which is mainly plains. The village is located  Shannan belongs to the Yang side, which is probably the origin of the name of Qianyang Village.  Xiaoxing Mountain is still more than 40 miles away from the nearest county seat. It used to be a rugged mountain trail, but not far from the county seat, it barely became an asphalt road less than ten meters wide.  If a large car drives by on the opposite side, there is basically no possibility of a third car squeezing through. That is, there are still bicycles and pedestrians passing on both sides. The road at the far end is still a completely dirt road, and there is no asphalt.  Completely covered, and further to the side are weeds with tenacious vitality, covered with dust, but still struggling to move upward.  In today's county town, the roads in the past have been expanded. They are no longer the embarrassing appearance they once were. Many high-rise buildings have also been built. The roads are much wider and the streets are very decent. There are even a few rows of good street lights, which are very similar to mine.  Compared to when I left a few years ago, things have really changed a lot.  The road to the village has been repaired for a while, but it can be seen that it was repaired very early. It is already dilapidated and cannot be driven by car yet. Tang Jinglei took a passenger motorcycle for only ten yuan.  Standing at the entrance of Qianyang Village.  It was already afternoon. Even though the transportation in the provinces and cities near Qingjiang was developed, it took too much time to get out of the city. Adding the more than 300 kilometers away and the time from the county seat, it still took five or six hours. Although  There is only a few hours difference, but this place seems to be completely different from Qingjiang City. The environment is very different.  The village is very quiet, the dilapidated houses are even more dilapidated, and there is almost no smoke and smoke. After walking into the village, I remembered what the man driving the motorcycle said. All the people here had moved away a few years ago.  Somewhere, it was said that farmland was to be converted into forest. He had noticed that the small cultivated land near the village had long stopped being cultivated, and was replaced with various saplings that had only been planted recently.  Most of the courtyard walls made of stone and earth have collapsed, and only on a section that barely survived, Tang Jinglei saw a slogan from an unknown period of time ago: One hundred thousand troops marched down the Qingjiang River.  This slogan can shock people. It should be because a few years ago, the local government supported and advocated farmers to work in cities in exchange for more people.?A way to increase income and local development, but this slogan is a bit tough. At first glance, it has the aura of the time of liberation. If Tang Jinglei had not lived here before and knew that there was no such thing before, maybe it would be true.  I thought it was a product of the Liberation War decades ago.  All ten or so families have been moved away. The dilapidated houses are all empty, leaving only some unnecessary debris scattered on the ground. Some roofs have big holes, allowing the sunlight from outside to shine directly in.  There are no living creatures. The bustle of chickens and dogs more than ten years ago is no longer seen. Now there are no mice. This is normal. There are no people and no food. Will the mice still wait here to starve to death?  !  In addition to the calls of various birds from time to time, both far and near, it also shows that this is a normal world, otherwise it would feel too desolate and terrifying.  Tang Jinglei didn¡¯t stop any longer. He walked directly through the dilapidated mountain village and went up the mountain along a path that had been untraveled for many years.  Holding a stick as thick as a child's arm in his hand, he pushed aside various bushes along the way to scare away possible snakes and insects. After walking for more than half an hour, he came to a flat slope halfway up the mountain.  The first thing that comes into view is a large locust tree that has grown for who knows how many years. Its branches and leaves are still dense, supporting a large green shade. It is tireless and still so conscientious. Looking at the two half-collapsed small thatched houses below,  in silence.  Tang Jinglei stood under the tree, looking at the thatched cottage that had long been inaccessible, his eyes a little moist. This was the place where he and his grandfather had lived for sixteen years!  Since he can remember, he has grown up here, especially in the first thirteen years, he has almost never left!  On the thickest pillar at the door of the thatched house, there are also notches for each year of his height. More than ten deep marks were carved on the top of his head after his kind and stern grandfather measured his height. He still remembered that every time  At that time, Grandpa's eyes were filled with a collection of strange emotions, including comfort, excitement, worry, and loss. They were so complicated and difficult to distinguishLearning boxing, reading, chopping wood, carrying water, hunting,  Identifying herbal medicines, and soaking them in the big wooden barrels where grandpa added various medicines for nearly an hour every day Tang Jinglei's eyes looked at this place greedily over and over again, his heart was ups and downs, he seemed to have returned to ten years ago, as if  Grandpa went to the mountains to pick herbs and would be back soon. He checked the progress of his daily boxing practice and then urged him to take a bath. Of course, there was also the little girl who always clung to him Tang Jinglei gathered his thoughts and realized  Walking towards the back of the thatched house, not far away, there is a solitary tomb, but it is not the simple earthen tomb that is common in farmers. It has been repaired with considerable efforts, and even used white marble that is rare here!  However, at this time, ubiquitous weeds had begun to grow around the tomb, forming a circle around the tomb, as if standing in awe.  With his knees bent, Tang Jinglei knelt down in front of the grave. Inside, lay his only relative, his grandfather who had raised him for more than ten years.  After banging his head for three times, Tang Jinglei stood up and began to clean up the weeds. When he cleared up the weeds in front of the monument, he found that on the bluestone slab used for placing sacrifices, he could barely make out the bouquets that had withered for a long time. He was startled.  After a while, who came to pay homage to grandpa in recent times?  Is it some uncle or aunt who has moved away from the mountain, or is it the girl with bright eyes?  Caressing the tombstone and looking at the words on it, Tang Jinglei's heart was tumbling with uncertainty. The tombstone was very simple. The big words in the middle were: Tomb of Grandpa Feng Er, and in the lower corner were: Unfilial grandson Jinglei stands here.  In the past, he had a lot of questions, such as whether grandpa really had such a simple name?  A person with profound knowledge and profound skills is called Feng Er?  He didn't quite believe it. He realized this later. He had never thought about such a problem when he was a child.  However, he now has answers to all of these.  And what about your parents? What kind of people are they? Are they alive or dead?  From beginning to end, grandpa never told himself that before, grandpa kept saying that he was still young, but after that, he had no chance.  It was because of the accident when he was sixteen that he had to join the army to avoid disaster. Due to his years of martial arts training and excellent physical fitness, he was later selected into the special forces brigade and began secret operations. He was temporarily cut off from all contact with his family.  Five years later, he left the "Military Assassin" and returned here once. Only then did he find out that his grandfather had passed away and that people from the village at the foot of the mountain helped to bury him. In grief, Tang Jinglei used the remaining bonuses from those years to pay for his grandfather's death.  He rebuilt the grave and erected a monument, then left the army and fled abroad, not wanting to stay in a sad place.  Now that he is back again, the place is still the same, but his relatives are no longer there, and his mentality has changed drastically. Tang Jinglei is very clear in his heart. The past will always pass, and the future will be gone.?? is the key that needs to be grasped. Saying goodbye to history, especially the bloody ten years that he cannot bear to look back on, recuperating his mental problems and living a normal life as an ordinary person is what he hopes for most.  I believe that Grandpa, who is under the Nine Springs, can also rest in peace.  Tang Jinglei spent half a day simply tidying up the thatched cottage, renovating it to a habitable state, and stayed here at night.  There are a lot of mosquitoes in the mountains, but Tang Jinglei has long been used to it, and he has various methods. By lighting some special plants, he can drive away all kinds of small bugs, including poisonous snakes and scorpions.  The next day, he climbed to the top of the mountain specifically and went to the old and simple Taoist temple on the top of the mountain. It was simple because the entire Taoist temple only had three shabby rooms and an empty courtyard. The old Taoist priest once served in his  When he was a child, he was taught some Taoist mental techniques and martial arts. He was half a master, but he was never allowed to become a disciple.  It is estimated that the old Taoist priest is older than his grandfather, but he is in good health. In this regard, the grandfather with old injuries on his body cannot compare. This is probably the reason why his grandfather died early five years ago. The two old men are very familiar with each other.  Tang Jinglei had seen them fight each other more than once, but in the end there was always no winner. After that, they would blame each other for the shortcomings of each other's fists and kicks, while drinking the home-made wine Tang Jinglei brought from the mountain and eating Tang Jinglei.  Jing Lei has already prepared all kinds of wild game in the mountains.  At this time, Tang Jinglei was always listening with a smile, but later, he realized that what the two old men pointed out was exactly what they wanted to remind him of, and he learned too many practical things from them.  The Taoist temple is still there, but it is also more dilapidated. There are two old rusty locks hanging on the doors made of old wooden boards. It has not been opened for an unknown period of time. Tang Jinglei jumped over the wall and went in with hope.  When the items in the room were placed, he breathed a sigh of relief. Nothing had changed inside. The old Taoist priest had not returned from his travels, not that he had passed away.  Because he had been with the old Taoist priest for more than ten years since he was a child, he was very familiar with it. He knew how the objects in the house were placed and what they meant. But the only thing he was a little worried about was when the old Taoist priest went out to travel.  I'm afraid it's been several years, and I haven't been back here during this period. I don't know where I am now, and why I've been away for so long.  After sitting in the yard for a long time, Tang Jinglei recalled some past events about himself and the old Taoist priest, and couldn't help but sigh slightly. The old Taoist priest's expectations for him were to some extent higher than those of his grandfather who raised him. He never understood that  Why, until now, he is still confused, but he has not seen the old Taoist priest for many years. Even when he came back to repair his grandfather's grave five years ago, he had never seen him. The old Taoist priest likes to travel around the world. In order to teach  He didn't go out for many years. Later, after he left here and joined the army, the old Taoist priest resumed his wandering habit again, maybe to make up for the debt he had not gone out in those years.  Except for his late grandfather, the person he was closest to was the old Taoist priest who didn¡¯t know where he was. Oh, there should also be that girl with bright eyes. Unfortunately, they couldn¡¯t meet each other. In that moment, Tang  Jing Lei actually felt lonely.  Maybe, he should go find the little girl. For him, apart from the old Taoist priest, only the little girl is still his relative. Further away, there is Mr. Sun, who has a sect relationship with his grandfather. Others  There's really no one left.  On Sunday afternoon, he set out on the road to Qingjiang City again, and did not return to his residence until late at night.  After taking a shower, Tang Jinglei wiped his body casually and sat in front of his laptop. Because it was already very late, the fairy tale princess was not online. She just left a few messages, saying that she wanted to ask him something and hoped that he would contact her when he came back.  Tang Jinglei replied, saying that he was back and could be contacted at any time. No matter what happened, as long as he could help, he would extend his hands without hesitation.  Then, he thought about it and wrote an email to Lao Gao, introducing the situation of the small village at the foot of the mountain and asking Lao Gao to arrange for someone to go to the local government to check to see if he could find the villagers who had relocated.  Whereabouts, especially that little girl.  For Tang Jinglei, he still couldn't let her go. He didn't know if she was living a good life now. If it was good, he would be grateful for it. If not, he would definitely find a way to let her live the happiest life.  Life.  This is what he must do. Even an unrelated girl like Yu Xiaoxiao can take the right path and return to a happy youth under his protection. The little girl who is closest to him needs his help even more.  Sheltered.  He also wrote an email to Yu Xiaoxiao. This girl was crazy about playing. It took several days to get a letter, saying a few words about where she went to play, what she played, what she saw, and what interesting things she did.  She was always talking about her beautiful deskmate. It seemed that the girl who couldn't speak had a great influence on her. It was also because she accompanied YuXiaoxiao, Tang Jinglei should be relieved, otherwise with Yu Xiaoxiao¡¯s character, something might not happen, and the summer camp might turn into a pot of porridge!  Because the summer camp ended too early, Tang Jinglei only reminded her to pay attention to eating and resting, not to play regardless of time, and to pay attention to safety, not to go to dangerous places, and to report any problems to the summer camp teachers in a timely manner, and to be the first to do so.  Let him know when it's time and don't deal with it privately.  Finally, he logged into the encrypted website again and checked the latest information. Many financial reports for the first half of the year have been released, and they are basically on the track of rapid development. With the mature operation of Wells and others, plus "  He felt gratified that his career as a guard of the "Thunder" Legion was on the rise and was on the rise.  Just from the figures disclosed so far, it is a rough estimate that Tang Jinglei personally has several billion euros in dividends. You must know that this is just the beginning, and it is only dividends. It can be seen that it took him five years to build a financial empire.  And how huge the business empire is!  After closing the laptop, Tang Jinglei let out a long sigh. He came back to China for a quiet life, but he didn't expect that there were many things in life, which seemed to be endless, but he fell in love with such trivial things.  Because of this, it is more like real life. In the past, he was fighting and fighting hard!  That night, Tang Jinglei had a lot of dreams, including his grandfather, the old Taoist priest, and the little girl. Most of all, he and his comrades around him were about to kill and kill the blood of their lives. Those horrible dreams, I don¡¯t know when  There is no end!  (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novels will be better and updated faster!)
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