A strong person will always have the pride of a strong person, even if he has run out of fuel.
Chu He could clearly feel the weak aura of burning out life on the old priest. But he still did not show any vulnerability in front of everyone. He was as light and calm as a super strong man standing on a high mountain, and he left this quilt.
Countless Huangpu men call this small building in the south of the Yangtze River a holy place.
"He won't survive." Chu He looked at this strong man from the older generation who shared his understanding with him, feeling quite a bit regretful.
Frankly speaking, Chu He was quite grateful deep down in his heart that he could meet such a domineering and powerful man as Lao Zongfeng during this period. Without him, he would never have been able to find his 'spot' so quickly. Although Chu He had
Still haven't fully understood it, and can only be regarded as one of the real rule experts, but this pair is only twenty-seven years old.
For Chu He, it is definitely a leap forward. Originally, according to Chu He's own estimation, it would take at least three to five years of polishing and accumulation to make the leap from broken paintings to rules, let alone ten or eight years. But in old age
Under the training and stimulation of the worshiper, he easily touched the edge of a strong person with rules. He became one of the most outstanding strong people of the younger generation!
Xia Wushuang also seemed to have great respect for the older generation of strong men who spent their whole lives pursuing the spirit of martial arts. A look of relief appeared in his cold and quiet beautiful eyes: "My father fought with him with an injured body. I'm afraid he was also killed by him.
Moved by the spirit.”
Chu He smiled and said: "If Boss Xia were still alive, I'm afraid he would be a strong rule maker now."
"He already is!" Xia Wushuang said proudly. "Otherwise, how could Di Tian be so afraid of his father?"
Chu He was slightly startled, and then said with sincere admiration: "Boss Xia, a man with all-round talents in both civil and military affairs, is really rare in the world."
"You are injured like this. How can you still be in the mood to gossip?" Ye Mingzhu stepped forward slowly and scolded softly. "I have already notified the doctor. Go upstairs to stop the bleeding and bandage it first."
Chu He was astonished and smiled bitterly: "Some skin injuries, it's not a problem."
"With so much blood, how could it not be in the way?" Ye Mingzhu said with a frown.
Chu He was speechless. He turned around and glanced at Xia Wushuang, who was standing aside coldly. He was about to speak when he heard this lonely, cold and arrogant Wushuang girl say calmly: "I'll wait for you in the back mountain."
The so-called back mountain is actually just a rockery in Jiangnan Xiaozhu. It covers an area of nearly 300 square meters. There are rockery terraces and clear springs for red fish. It is quite a paradise.
Miss Wushuang put down these words and quietly left the hall and walked towards the back mountain, giving Chu He the space to bandage up safely.
Ye Mingzhu went upstairs and invited a doctor. Ye Mingzhu sat aside and observed attentively. If the doctor accidentally hurt Chu He, the poisonous widow would definitely attack with curses, frightening the frightened doctor's hands and feet to tremble.
His head was sweating profusely. In view of this, Chu He, who was kind-hearted, had to endure the severe pain, for fear that the poisonous widow would really throw the poor doctor into the Huangpu River to feed the sharks.
After a while of fussing, Chu He's wounds were cleaned and wrapped with comfortable and dry gauze. Only then did he get out of bed with Ye Mingzhu's help. In fact, according to Ye Mingzhu's attitude, Chu He should not get out of bed.
Bed. The highest
The code wanted to rest for a night before watching. But the wise man's daughter was waiting in the back mountain, and Ye Mingzhu couldn't stop him. He had to help Chu He out of bed himself, and said with concern: "The doctor said you'd better not move around. Prevent it.
The wound opened."
"It's okay." Chu He lit a cigarette and shook his head with a smile. "I have been fighting a lot these years. I have already developed a body of copper skin and iron bones, so I won't get in the way."
Ye Mingzhu bit her scarlet lips and said, "But I feel bad."
Chu He's heart palpitated slightly, but he didn't dare to talk nonsense. He had to change the topic and said softly: "I saw that you and Miss Wushuang got along well before. Have you known each other for a long time?"
"First time meeting." Ye Mingzhu said slowly.
"Then why do you seem to be old acquaintances?" Chu He said unexpectedly.
"I have known about her existence for a long time. She should also have known about my existence a few years ago. But we have not had any interaction before." Ye Mingzhu said meaningfully. "What do you want to ask me?"
"What's your relationship?" Chu He asked curiously.
"If I don't tell you, will you think I'm not sincere enough?" Ye Mingzhu asked.
"No." Chu He smiled and shook his head. "Who am I to demand to know your private information?"
"Look at you -" Ye Mingzhu frowned and bit her lip. "You are just unhappy, right?"
With the conscience of heaven and earth, Chu He is really not unhappy. He doesn’t even have the slightest opinion. But hearing Ye Mingzhu say this, he seems to be so stingy. He can’t help but shake his head and smile: "Boss Ye, I shouldn’t be such a stingy person.
Bar?"
Ye Mingzhu chuckled, then smiled cutely and said: "I'm just teasing you. Go quickly. Don't let the young lady wait too long."
Miss?
It seems that the identity of Xia Wushuang, a wise man, is quite intriguing. Even the top figures in China, such as the Poisonous Widow of Huangpu, also attach great importance to her. This shows how much influence Xia Zhengqing, who has not returned to China for many years, has in the country.
The moonlight in the sky was bright, making it not dark at all in the middle of the night. Chuhe walked following his own shadow, enjoying the refreshing breeze blowing in front of him. Soon he arrived at the back mountain with green mountains and green fields, and saw the man who was always cold.
The incomparable girl.
Under the bright moon, the woman who looked like a banished immortal was lowering her head in deep thought, completely immersed in her own world. However, the slight frown showed that the woman was not in a beautiful mood at the moment. She seemed to have thought of some sad things that made her remember.
.
Chu He walked over lightly, but did not dare to say a word, and just stood aside peacefully, staring at the woman's exquisitely beautiful profile.
After a long time, Xia Wushuang raised his eyes slightly and saw Chu He standing calmly beside him, and said, "Are you feeling better?"
"Yeah. It's okay." Chu He smiled and shook his head. After a slight hesitation, he said softly, "What are you thinking about?"
"Father."
Xia Wushuang's two words were so straightforward that they were almost comical, but they deeply touched Chu He's heart.
She missed her father.
Thinking of that wise man who was versatile in both civil and military affairs, elegant and unparalleled, and thinking of his father who was dependent on each other but dominated the world!
Perhaps it was an illusion. In Chu He's mind, the cold and arrogant woman in front of him seemed to be able to withstand all suffering and loneliness. She seemed to never be tired, and she never knew what loneliness was. She was just on the road alone, just like this - alone.
Tasting the taste of loneliness. But Chuhe never really thought about it, would she really have no emotions at all, and would she really not be sad?
She is only a girl in her early twenties, but she has to finish Xia Zhengqing's huge and heavy chess game. How can she not struggle, and not - move with difficulty?
She missed her father.
Thinking about the father with gentle hands and broad chest. Thinking about the father who can carry it on one shoulder even if the sky is falling——
"I really want to."
Xia Wushuang raised his eyes slightly, and there seemed to be rippling water in his quiet and cold eyes, which made people palpitate.
