Cao Jingzhe looked at Chu Lin who was striding towards him, and a faint smile appeared on Feng Shen's handsome face.
He knew Chu Lin. At the peak of his first half of life, he met the equally high-spirited Chu Lin. He was a wizard in the business world, a genius who was nicknamed the Magician. And he was also the first Qinglong of the Baicheng Military Region.
. He is the well-deserved king of soldiers in the entire ** region. He is the strongest individual soldier representing the Dragon Soul of China. They are all the most dazzling young people of the year. Their future is unlimited.
But later, one of them had his leg broken and left for a foreign country. The other was addicted to alcohol and fell into depravity.
Now, he is back. Full of glory, the king returns.
Now, he is back too. Like a divine dragon descending on the earth, lightning flashes and thunder roars.
Their eyes met, and sparks like real sparks crackled in the air. Cao Jingzhe carefully looked at this gray-haired man who was even more legendary than him, and said, "You are finally here."
Chu Lin's lightning-like eyes glanced lightly: "What are you doing back here?"
"Revenge." Cao Jingzhe said bluntly.
Proud people are not good at lying, or rather disdain lying. They like to announce to the world what they want to do, and then let the world witness what they do.
"He is my son." Chu Lin pointed at Chu He. A proud look appeared on that ordinary face.
"I know." Cao Jingzhe nodded calmly. His face was as smooth as a knife.
"My wife is buried." Chu Lin said slowly.
"I know too." Cao Jingzhe responded.
"Put it down." Chu Lin said two words smoothly. It was intimidating.
Cao Jingzhe let it go.
Put down the leading crutch that is unstoppable on Wall Street.
Chu He looked at the scene in front of him, and his heart was filled with excitement.
He raised his sword to greet him, but Cao Jingzhe was indifferent.
But when his father let go of the word, he let it go without hesitation.
Chu He did not think that Cao Jingzhe was influenced by his father's pressure. Rather, it was his father's huge secrets that he had never touched that made Cao Jingzhe let go.
Cao Jingzhe put down his crutch and leaned on the ground, but his sharp eyes lightly glanced at Chu Lin. He was silent for a long time.
Whoosh!
The feminine man who followed Cao Jingzhe closely but said nothing came to Chu Lin. A trace of hope and excitement flashed in his slender eyes. He said in fluent English: "My name is Yingbu. I want to fight with you.
field."
Chu Lin's expression remained unchanged and he said calmly: "Say it again in your native language."
"My name is Yingbu. I want to have a fight with you." Yingbu repeated it in Chinese.
When Chu Lin heard this, he slowly turned around and walked towards the tombstone.
A trace of anger flashed across Yingbu's brows as he was ignored, and his right foot suddenly moved forward and slapped him behind him.
His attack was so powerful that it was like a silent tiger waking up. The ground shook and the mountains shook.
"return."
Cao Jingzhe spoke calmly.
Yingbu was startled and quickly stopped his movements. The stormy aura also converged in an instant. It was as if he had never moved and what had happened before was just an illusion.
"Chu Lin, I have been on Wall Street these years. But I have been paying attention to every move you make." Cao Jingzhe stared at Chu Lin's generous back with his sharp eyes.
On the other hand, the latter squatted gently beside the grave and pulled out the weeds one by one. He was focused and serious.
"I don't know why you became like this. But I know one thing very well!" Cao Jingzhe gradually increased his voice. "My opponent, Cao Jingzhe, will never be knocked down with one blow!"
Cao Jingzhe suddenly stomped on the dragon-headed crutch that symbolized power and wealth, and said in a deep voice: "Look up! The sky in China has changed!"
Cao Jingzhe came inexplicably and left inexplicably.
Chu He didn't know what had happened between him and his father. But from his father's description, he should be one of the men who loved his mother. Even - from Cao Jingzhe's description, he had an enemy who had humiliated him.
A random love rival is Cao Jingzhe, who is walking sideways on Wall Street. How did his father survive the thrilling battle of thousands of troops crossing a single-plank bridge and stay together with his mother, who is known as the most beautiful woman in China?
How thrilling was that battle?
And is the person who can humiliate Cao Jingzhe one of them? Who could have such great courage and strength to force Cao Jingzhe out of China?
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It’s the beginning of winter.
The cold wind blew on my face like a knife, making my skin hurt.
It is extremely cold in Baicheng this year. It seems to be freezing this important southern town. This makes the citizens in the city who are accustomed to warmth and comfort miserable.
Chu He turned slightly and his eyes fell on his father who was concentrating on weeding. He pursed his lips, but could not say a word.
The great heroic father he longed for was back.
But suddenly, he found that this father was far stranger than the alcoholic and degenerate father of the past. He was so strange that he couldn't speak.
It wasn't until his father removed all the weeds around the tombstone and stood up slowly that Chu He slowly leaned over.
"Go back."
Chu Lin, who had his back to Chu He and his eyes gently falling on the woman on the tombstone, said softly.
Chu He opened his mouth, then closed the corners of his lips, turned around and left sadly.
My father is no longer the father he once was.
When he emerged from his cocoon and appeared in front of him like a great hero, even Cao Jingzhe did not dare to compete with him.
What was he like back then?
The north wind howled and slightly messed up the man's gray hair. But he ignored it and stared quietly at the woman on the tombstone. A slight smile escaped from the corner of his lips: "Murong, how is your son?"
Rough fingers touched those beautiful eyebrows and said softly: "I can't keep my promise with you. Will you blame me?"
Chu Lin chuckled, but there was a trace of tenderness in his electric eyes. It seemed as if he had seen her unparalleled youthfulness. It seemed as if he had returned to that big wedding night.
That night, the north wind whistled outside the window, and the red candles in the house warmed their bodies. The two of them depended on each other, regardless of the troubled world, and were not afraid of a dangerous future. They only hoped that the case would be settled, and their love would last forever.
"Your wedding dress burned like fire to the end of the world, and from then on the setting sun burned my heart like cinnabar. They say you have the most beautiful peach blossoms in your eyes. But how can it rain down overnight?"
Chu Lin murmured to himself, and the heavy sword in his hand suddenly appeared. He flicked it lightly on the ground and drew it. It was like a firework on the ground. It was extremely dazzling.
Keng!
The long sword entered the ground. A line of neat small characters was imprinted on the ground, as if written by a highly accomplished calligrapher. The words were full of spirit: the first makeup of the world, the mountains and rivers are boundless. The first face, crushing the nightmare and impermanence, the destiny is unparalleled.
Whoosh!
The wind was howling, and heavy snow fell from the sky, which was rare in this warm white city.
Chu Lin turned around slightly and placed his right hand gently on the tombstone. A gentle smile appeared on his ordinary face: "Murong, look, it's snowing."
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[Author's digression]: Today's intensity is too small. Tomorrow it will take a day, and the day after tomorrow will be fierce~
