I still remember that in that unforgettable little village, in that impoverished shabby house, every time he came home late and went out late, he would always ignore me when he came back. At most, he would leave some food for me.
After I woke him up, he fell into a deep sleep again. Once I woke him up, I would definitely hear him cough dryly and then call me a bastard.
Once, I touched the thin-skinned coffin he carried back in the middle of the night. As a result, he got furious and started to beat me. If Dahuang hadn't tried his best to stop me, I might have had to shed a layer of my skin that day...
The biggest impression in my mind about him is this "bastard".
A smile suddenly appeared at the corner of my mouth, full of joy and bitterness.
The man I have seen countless times in my dreams, he is not far in front of me now. Compared with the childhood in my memory, he is much thinner, and the face hidden in the darkness seems to have changed a lot.
.
I couldn't come back to my senses for a while, and looked at him blankly, as if there were damn tears streaming down my face. He had been gone for almost ten years, but today, seeing him again seemed like a dream.
Not only was I stunned, but Qing Feng behind me also fell into hesitation.
He murmured to himself, with a hint of disbelief in his eyes.
"Is it you?" Qingfeng said.
He nodded slightly, "Twenty years ago, you were the one who risked your life to protect my wife and children, right?"
"Yes, I couldn't bear to see a group of men dealing with a pregnant woman."
"Then I should say thank you."
"No need to say thank you, I just can't stand it. What I didn't expect is, why would you appear here?"
Qingfeng looked puzzled, but my heart was suddenly shocked!
Listening to what they said, there was no doubt that the pregnant woman Qingfeng saved back then was my mother. Unexpectedly, we were actually fighting side by side today.
I looked around and saw him slowly lifting the clothes on his head, revealing his weathered face... This face seemed to be another copy of me, with a bit of vicissitudes of life in his maturity.
My body trembled and I spoke involuntarily.
"Father...is that you?"
I couldn't believe my eyes. Ten years later, I finally saw him again. How many times in my dreams, I could only see a blurry figure, but today, I saw him clearly.
The intimacy that comes from my bones makes me firmly believe that he is my father!
I still remember that when I was bullied in the village, I always had a tough mouth and told the bullies: My father’s name is Chen Yingxiong, and he is a great hero who stands upright...
Today, the big hero in my heart appeared.
Qingfeng looked shocked and said: "What, you are his son?"
"Yes, I am his father!"
He suddenly smiled, and there was a hint of pampering that I had never seen before in his weathered face. Although it flashed by, I was greatly encouraged.
"Baby, you've grown up," his father said.
"Father, where have you been these years?"
"Now is not the time to reminisce about the past. Today, there are some things that need to be settled clearly."
The father, dressed in black, has a slim figure, but every word he speaks is as powerful as a huge boulder.
His father slowly walked over and helped Qingfeng up. He glanced over with admiration in his eyes. He knew that the brat who had been beaten before had grown up and that the naughty child in the past could now fight side by side.
I stabilized my body. A man would not shed tears easily. In front of my father, no, in front of this damn old man, I wanted him to know that even if I was extremely weak, I still had the determination to fight to the death.
"Anita Buddha, the cycle of karma and retribution is not good. You are actually father and son, so today is the best time to end it."
The old bald donkey sang a promise, and then his expression suddenly changed. He knocked on the floor hard, and the remaining seven or eight monks quickly received orders to cover me up.
I couldn't help but want to draw out the ancient sword and go forward, but I was stopped by my father. His eyes were very calm. He didn't even look at those people. He wrote lightly: "Remember, if anyone is blinded by resentment in the future,
, then wash it away with blood; death is the best way to end hatred."
After my father finished speaking, I saw him walking up steadily. Seven or eight monks looked at each other with pride in their eyes. They thought that no matter how strong my father was, he would only be alone. With seven or eight of them joining forces, how could his father be?
Their opponent?
I was vaguely worried, and I also felt that my father was being too much. I didn't want to have someone with black hair and gray hair not long after I saw my father appear.
I subconsciously wanted to go up, but at this time, I saw my father moving.
In my memory, the father who beat me without mercy was so quick when he struck out that I saw a monk before he could wave the triangular blade in his hand, and my father's fist fell on his bare head.
In an instant, I saw a ball of blood mist explode out of thin air, as bright as a firework.
The next second, the monk's body fell limply to the ground, and there was a wound as big as a casserole on his head. There was no blood on it, but the monk was already lifeless!
Qingfeng was so surprised that his mouth grew wide open, and I was even more stunned. I never thought that my dead father could actually have such a method.
The first monk fell, and the second monk didn't wait long. When his father's fist fell again, another ball of blood mist exploded...
Qingfeng said: "These monks were the ones who besieged your mother most ferociously back then, and they have all received their retribution today."
Cold sweat broke out on Qingfeng's face. He was glad that he still had a conscience back then and did not join in the pursuit of my mother. Otherwise, he would definitely be a part of my father's anger today.
Seven or eight monks, their skills are far superior to ordinary people, but under their father's hands, they have no power to resist, and they can only watch as a wound is opened on their head, and then the blood all over their body bursts into the air.
…
In less than a few minutes, all seven or eight monks turned into cold corpses.
"Anyone who hurts my wife and children will die!"
My father's voice was powerful, and I couldn't see any change in expression on his face, but I knew from his eyes that the old bald donkey was doomed today!
After seven or eight monks died, the old bald donkey became the polished commander, with a look of uneasiness on his wrinkled old face.
The old bald donkey glanced at his legs, which were only bone-white, and frowned in anger.
"For these twenty years, the poor monk has been waiting for your appearance every day. Finally, the poor monk will be avenged." The old bald donkey said.
The father disagreed. He raised his head, a coldness flashed in his deep eyes, and said: "You escaped death twenty years ago. Today, you still want to hurt my child. Do you think I will stay with you again?"