Mr. Long raised his head and found that it was Long Qingtian waving to him, "Ah, get up."
Then, he lowered his head to study the photo album in his hand.
That photo album is not a photo album of Long Qingtian alone, but a photo album of Long Qingtian's family of three.
Long Qingtian thought that the old man thought about his deceased son and daughter-in-law again. He sat next to the old man, thought about it, and then said: "Grandpa, I want to get married..."
Before the word "marriage" was uttered, Mr. Long suddenly raised his head and stared at Long Qingtian's face seriously.
Long Qingtian was confused by what he saw, and he couldn't say anything that made him feel guilty in front of the old man.
How did Mo Jiu disappear? Who is Les? These things can be hidden from other people, but not from the old man. Otherwise, Mo Jiu has been back to the Mo family for so long, and the Mo family has been controlled by Jiang Mingyuan. With the old man and the Mo family,
It is impossible not to question friendship.
Long Qingtian liked Mo Jiu, so he didn't care about her identity.
But Long Qingtian was not qualified to ask for it, and Mr. Long didn't care.
So facing those appraising eyes, Long Qingtian's words stuck in his mouth.
Mr. Long looked at Long Qingtian, looked down at the photo in his hand again, and sighed: "Qingtian, you have grown up. When your father passed away, he was only your age..."
Long Qingtian's fists clenched suddenly.
Mr. Long was wearing reading glasses, holding up the photo album in his hand and still looking hard at it, but he said this: "Qingtian, grandpa is getting old. After so many years, our grandson and grandpa have always felt that avenging your father is the best thing.
It's an important thing, but today, Grandpa suddenly discovered that when will this hatred end?"
Mr. Long shook his head, "Your father was originally a soldier in China, and the 3K was originally an underground party abroad. The two sides are in opposition. You and I both know how many unknown heroes have died in these years. When it comes to revenge, the 3K is our biggest
The enemy is not based on a single person."
After saying this sentence, Long Qingtian's heart suddenly stirred up. He suddenly raised his head and said with a somewhat uncertain tone: "Grandpa...?"
Mr. Long waved his hand, signaling Long Qingtian not to speak, "As people get older, some of their ideas change. Your father killed 3,000 people back then. If you count it this way, others who killed him were just taking revenge."
As he spoke, the old man put down his picture album and looked far away at the rising sun outside: "Over the years, we have been blinded by family feuds and have forgotten our own jobs!"
"Qingtian, don't always focus on that one person. What you are really burdened with is the security of the country. The battle with the 3K is a protracted battle. And you should not devote your life to
In this war, you still have to live your own life."
As he was talking, the old man suddenly changed the subject, "I heard that the little girl from the Mo family has returned to China?"
Long Qingtian's body immediately sat upright, "Grandpa, you..."
Mr. Long waved his hand again, "Grandpa actually knows in his heart that that little girl is innocent. Privately speaking, her mother and her whole family were killed by the 3K, and even the Mo family was killed by your father.
This is the result of being implicated!"
Is there such a thing?
Long Qingtian had never heard of it before. He immediately stood up and listened carefully.
