Jiang Qian opened the curtains of the hotel bedroom, looked up at the blue sky and white clouds, and overlooked the bustling commuting scene in Beijing's famous business district.
Looking back at the big gamble I experienced a few days ago, everything seems like a long time ago. As my identity changes, the people and things around me change immediately.
Jiang Qian clearly remembered that when his new rank was announced a few days ago, the eyes of people he was familiar with looked at him with subtle emotions, which actually reminded him of the two security guards in his hometown area.
Perhaps only he knows how much he has changed over the years.
Nowadays, the old town of Jinping has been deserted and has become a barren land waiting to be developed; and he, from a strange kid who everyone feared, was unexpectedly shaped into a guardian who upholds justice and upholds his mission.
This result is unexpected, and there is a certain irony hidden in it: it is as if a person has gone through vicissitudes of life and finally turned into the kind of person he once disliked the most.
In the dark, Jiang Qian saw a little kid with cold eyes, who firmly believed that "everyone will be punished if he doesn't do it for himself", looking at him with disdain through the glass window in front of him.
"So early……"
A pair of catkins came up from behind, wrapped their arms around Jiang Qian's waist through his shirt, and nestled their cheeks against his back: "Wouldn't you like to sleep a little longer?"
Ye Xiaojing slept late last night, and now Ye Xiaojing's eyes were bleary, as if she was still immersed in the warmth of last night.
Jiang Qian turned around and held his girlfriend's waist: "No, I have to go out to meet someone today."
"Meeting someone?" Ye Xiaojing's eyes became clear.
Their identities and whereabouts are kept secret in Beijing, especially Jiang Qian. Even if someone wants to meet, it is usually from within. So when Jiang Qian said he wanted to "go out" to meet someone, Ye Xiaojing instinctively became alert.
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"Don't worry, I've already made a report. It's safe." Jiang Qian said with a smile.
"...That's good." Ye Xiaojing paused and finally didn't ask.
Speaking of which, Ye Xiaojing's name was not on the recruitment list of the Special Operations Department this time.
The examiner's explanation for this was very ambiguous: it seemed that taking into account the romantic relationship between the two, in order to avoid adverse effects, appropriate "isolation" treatment was done.
Therefore, Ye Xiaojing retains her original position, and her performance in "Gamble" will be included in the file, and these rights will be realized in other opportunities.
"I'm going to call room service and prepare some food for you, as well as some clothes to wear... Since you're going out to meet people, you have to dress decently. By the way, what is the occasion, and are there any specific dress requirements?"
Ye Xiaojing let go of Jiang Qian and started to get busy.
Jiang Qian turned around and leaned against the window, looking thoughtfully at her graceful figure.
"What's wrong?" Seeing Jiang Qian didn't answer, Ye Xiaojing stopped with a slight doubt.
"It's nothing, I see you are becoming more and more a good wife and mother." Jiang Qian said with a smile.
Ye Xiaojing frowned slightly when he heard this.
She vaguely felt that the term "good wife and loving mother" was not a positive comment when used in a relationship, and she felt a hint of "sigh" from Jiang Qian's half-smiling expression.
The ruthless mantis with two blades that once frightened the mutant community is now lingering on the bed and being laughed at as a "good wife and mother". Is it a sad and lamentable "sigh"? Or is it a regretful "sorrow"...
Thinking of this, she subconsciously replied: "Headquarters intelligence officer Bai Xiaoxi is a truly good wife and mother, and she has not affected others' success in their careers."
Jiang Qian was stunned for a moment.
Immediately he reacted and secretly sighed that women's thoughts are really sensitive and interesting.
That's because family life is not fully satisfied, so they use their remaining passion at work... Jiang Qian coughed lightly and changed the topic wittily:
"What kind of gift should I prepare for meeting an elderly friend?"
…
After preparing for a long time, it was already afternoon when we went out.
Jiang Qian got into the commercial vehicle of Wanzhong Headquarters and drove all the way to the "Lao Po Xiao" residential area where Lu Fanni took him to last time.
Entering a narrow alley, the car was forced to move slowly.
Although there is no rush for commuting this time, today happens to be the weekend, and there is still a lot of traffic at the gate of the community. Adults and children pass by in a hurry, and adults and grandparents sit in rows, chatting in full swing from family, country, and world to parents.
Jiang Qian parked his car nearby and carried out a low-key attack with a few bottles of good wine.
Entering along the side gate of the community, he did not enter the residential building, but walked directly to the double-storey warehouse opposite.
The benefits of having spiritual vision are obvious. Even without ringing the doorbell, you can know that the target person is not at home, and you can also know that he is doing carpentry work in a remote warehouse at the moment.
Lu Fanni never mentioned that Dionysus was good at making crafts, which made Jiang Qian feel a little strange.
He also loved to play with these gadgets when he was a child. Although the categories are different, the interests are similar.
"Coming?"
The God of Dionysus did not look back, and continued to play with the wooden pistol in his hand. From time to time, he used a knife to cut off some excess wood chips, and then polished it with sandpaper.
The corner next to him was filled with a row of uneven semi-finished wood carvings and bottles and jars containing various miscellaneous items.
"Senior, what are you busy with?"
Jiang Qian put all the gifts aside and walked to the old man to look at them carefully.
"Just have fun!" Dionysus said with a smile.
His appearance was somewhat old and disrespectful, but Jiang Qian didn't mind. After all, he was young and mature, and everyone was not a kind person.
"Do you need help?"
"Haha, okay, then help me adjust the color."
The God of Bacchus was not polite and casually handed Jiang Qian a few paint tubes and a dirty palette. It was probably that some child had worn out the unwanted ones and he collected them for secondary use.
"This..." Jiang Qian, a layman, was at a loss what to do.
"Oh, yes, use this! I'll teach you..." Dionysus took out another brush from the glass bottle at his feet and began to guide Jiang Qian in color mixing.
It is difficult to say whether the origin of these things is "clean", but Jiang Qian still followed suit and acted on the precarious palette according to the instructions of the God of Dionysus.
After cleaning up the sawdust, Dionysus took another small brush from the glass bottle, dipped it in Jiang Qian's paint, and began to paint the pistol.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! This process requires considerable patience. The old man's movements are slow and intoxicating, and he seems to really enjoy it.
Jiang Qian was also watching attentively and waiting.
Their location is the innermost side of the double-story warehouse, close to the high wall blocking the outer road, and has its own ecology hidden under the old trees. On weekdays, almost no one visits this area.
It is probably for this reason that Dionysus has no scruples in placing his weird gadgets all over the walls.
"Why did you come to me this time?"
Just when Jiang Qian thought that the old artist was obsessed with his unique craftsmanship, the opportunity to start a conversation came without any warning.
"Of course I came to visit you and listen to your stories about the past." Jiang Qian said immediately.
The God of Dionysus curled his lips: "Hey, boy, you really know how to beat around the bush... Didn't I tell you everything last time? If there is anything you don't understand, go home and look for it!"
"I searched and got some results. Thank you to the God of Dionysus for your guidance."
"Is there any result?" Dionysus squinted one eye and turned to look at Jiang Qian, "What is the result?"
This made Jiang Qian question: Isn't it exactly the way you pointed out to me, and why are you talking to me?
But he still answered the question politely: "My father, I know his true identity."
The old man had a weird temper, and it was not the first time that Jiang Qian learned this lesson. If he wanted to hear something real, he had to calm down.
"Huh? True identity!"
The God of Dionysus looked uninterested and curled his lips and said: "What's the matter, are you proud of yourself this time?"
Jiang Qian was slightly startled.
But he immediately realized that the "problem" was his official title.
So he said: "What's there to be proud of... My father, who has been deceased for many years, was actually a big shot in a high position. He devoted almost all his life to his faith, but left the trauma to his family. With such a father, what should I do?"
Are you proud?"
This spoke his true feelings to a certain extent, so that the Dionysian's eyes softened a lot when he glanced at him: "Well, that's true. What happens next?"
"He left me a treasure map in his hometown. Then I followed the map and took a trip. There, I gained some understanding of the past of the previous generation."
The Dionysus was silent for a moment, sighed, and then turned back to continue painting the wood carving in his hand: "What else?"
"My father's relationship with the Dragon God is extraordinary."
The god of wine paused for a moment.
Jiang Qian continued: "I know that your relationship with the Dragon God is not ordinary, so there are some things I can only talk to you about."
"Ah!"
The Dionysian snorted, lowered his head and blew on the surface of the painted wood carving, and carefully placed it on the outermost side of the row of semi-finished products:
"Don't overestimate me. I know very little about the relationship between your father and the Dragon God! It can be said that ever since the Dragon God became friends with your father Jiang Xuesong, he seems to have become a different person. I still don't know anything about it.
Understand...why the Dragon God, who turned his hands to make clouds and rain, became like that."
"Changed?" Jiang Qian couldn't help but frown.
According to research from the trip to the Holy Mountain, Dragon God Yun Zhongshuo initially established a friendship with his father through that chance chance of joining forces after he suffered a serious injury and lost his memory.
Could it be that the so-called "change" of Dionysus was due to the amnesia in the intervening years?
Or maybe, working together with his father Jiang Xuesong to fight against the enemy has opened up the Dragon God's stubborn and extreme thinking?
Jiang Qian's understanding of the Dragon God is still very limited, and the causes and consequences of many things can only be deduced logically.
"Yes! Who would have thought that the Dragon God Yun Zhongshuo, the biggest thorn in the side of the lawful officials, would help the lawful officials participate in the war of gods? Hahaha..."
"Didn't you once be one of the Seven Gods of Ashes and a thorn in the official's side? Didn't you also participate in that divine war later?" Jiang Qian wondered, vaguely sensing something unusual.
"I didn't intervene in the war between gods," Dionysus suddenly raised his head and rarely looked at Jiang Qian seriously, "otherwise I wouldn't be alive until now."
"..."
"Haha, I was young at that time, and besides drinking, all I could think about was brotherhood!"
Dionysus slapped his thigh, stood up unsteadily, and instantly regained his old and disrespectful demeanor:
"Yun Zhongshuo is my eldest brother. When the eldest brother raises his arms, of course I, the younger brother, can only follow suit! But Dragon God is different. He is a dragon and a phoenix among men, a dominant overlord! He should not be
Jiang Xuesong was so deceived that he died with just a few words, hahahaha..."
The God of Dionysus smiled sadly, but Jiang Qian was speechless.
He couldn't empathize with Dionysian's emotions, so he could only say one sentence calmly: "Senior, my condolences."
"That's all, it's all in the past!"
The Dionysus waved his hand casually, leaned down and began to sort out his bottles and jars, putting them back in their original places.
Then he suddenly asked: "What exactly do you want to ask me about?"
Jiang Qian knelt down and clasped his hands, saying, "My father's death. I want to know the true cause of my father's death."
Dionysian was stunned for a moment, then pursed his lips and did not answer.
Jiang Qian knew that he had asked the right person, so he stared into the eyes of Dionysus and went further:
"Everyone told me that my father died in the War of Gods, but I disagree. If it was to rush to the War of Gods, he clearly had the opportunity to say goodbye to his family. However, in the only memory I have, he 'left'
It was so hasty that it didn’t even look like a farewell..."
After hearing this, the Dionysus grinned numbly: "What do you want me to tell you?"
"the truth."
Jiang Qian did not hesitate: "The truth you know."
Behind the bizarre performances there are often even more unexpected truths hidden!
Jiang Qian is a rational person and cannot convince himself to believe unreasonable facts, so he wants to trace the truth of the past.
Before he is about to shoulder the honor of his father and fight for the lawful officialdom, he needs to finally confirm exactly what he is fighting for.
"The truth? Haha..."
Dionysus smiled: "Have you considered how many lives this will involve?"
Jiang Qian's will was like a brand in his pupils: "As long as you are willing to speak, I will do it at any cost."
a long time--
"well!"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Dionysus patted his butt, turned around, and walked towards the side door of the community.
After walking a few steps, he turned back and called Jiang Qian: "Bring on the wine!"
There's a way!... Jiang Qian picked up his things and followed quickly: "Here he comes!"
…
Street beer stall in the evening.
Jiang Qian exchanged glasses with the old man who was one of the Seven Gods of Ashes in the past, and talked about heroes over drinks. They were like two close friends who had forgotten their friendship, and they did not violate peace at all.
The topics they talked about ranged from the beginning of the emergence of the super-species world to the golden age when heroes emerged in large numbers on the eve of the War of Gods; from the ten lawful tribes meeting in the turmoil to the chaotic heroes with surging undercurrents.
Sometimes I hold my breath in concentration, sometimes I laugh heartily, and sometimes I sigh with great emotion!
The only regret is that the honeycomb props posted on the table have quietly made their conversations look fake, so that the "audiences" who occasionally pass by cannot truly understand their surging hearts:
"Think back to those days, Xuesong...your father is really a distinguished and elegant general of the Predator family! In terms of martial arts, strategy, and commanding troops, he is excellent in everything!"
The God of Dionysus was already tipsy, with the mellow aroma filling his lips and teeth, and his eyes showing enthusiasm that was different from his age:
"Even my opponent can't help but be impressed by his charisma!"
Jiang Qian listened with rapt attention.
He imagined the few memories of getting along with his father, trying to restore the majestic image of a heroic figure according to the description of Dionysus.
"Snapped--"
A peach stone was thrown down from the residential building above him, disturbing Jiang Qian's thoughts...
The walnut fell at the feet of Dionysus, and when it bounced back, it accidentally knocked over the empty wine bottle.
The two of them looked up subconsciously, and saw a familiar young face sticking out from the balcony of a high-rise building, shaking the wooden toy in his hand, smiling and making faces at the God of Dionysus.
"You bastard!" Dionysus yelled, "Let your mother spank you!"
Jiang Qian remembered that this boy was the child who paid a fee to beg Dionysus to tell a story, but was forcibly taken away by his parents.
He also recognized the wood carving in the boy's hand. He had just experienced that craft in the afternoon.
Probably frightened by the grinning "threat" of the strange old man, the boy retracted his head, then sneaked out and waved to the two people downstairs.
"Haha, this kid... is more naughty than I was when I was a kid!" Dionysus shook his head and sighed.
Jiang Qian could tell that the old man cared about this child, so he took the opportunity to raise a glass: "What a coincidence, since ancient times heroes have emerged from youth."
"Hahaha, well said! Salute to youth!"
Glasses of wine collided, and another round of drinking began.
During the interval, the street stall owner also came to join in the fun and presented a plate full of edamame as a gift.
The god of wine was intoxicated, and he accidentally choked while drinking heavily, and suddenly coughed and his face turned red.
"Cough, cough! Sigh... Now that I can no longer drink, it was then that I was really heroic..."
He sighed intermittently:
"Dragon God, me, and your father... ahem! After he resigned from his official position, we often got together and drank all night long. Only when we are drunk can we see our true nature!"
Jiang Qian reached out to pat the old man's back, but his raised hand was held down.
The God of Wine suddenly changed the topic and sighed: "I also thought Xuesong was really serious."
Jiang Qian's eyes were focused, and Dionysus stopped talking at the right time.
There are only a few words that have a clear meaning.
A memory not long ago popped into Jiang Qian's mind: he remembered that the White Tiger Master had said that his father was authorized by the Predator family to resolutely handle the sacred mountain affairs - in addition, his father also received another task
!
However, regarding that "another mission", Venerable White Tiger never mentioned it until the end of that conversation.
