Chapter 665: : Everything is for the son

When the sun slowly climbed over his head and yawned to the west, a black and bright sedan slowly stopped at the foot of a mountain.
This side is located in the outskirts of Beijing, with beautiful scenery and a wide view. Standing at the foot of the mountain, you can see the Ming Tombs a little bit.
After the car drove onto this road from the main road, there were very few pedestrians, and there were almost no tourists except for the nearby fruit farmers.
After all, as long as visitors come in this direction, they are basically going to the Ming Tombs.
But even if they came rushing here, they would not be allowed to approach the hill.
As early as 500 meters away from the bluestone path at the foot of the mountain, people would suddenly be stopped by someone who emerged from the nearby fruit forest.
They will politely tell the tourists that this is a private place, please stop.
Interesting tourists will stop and wander elsewhere.
But there are also uninteresting ones.
For example, two years ago, a certain bureau chief in Beicheng had to run up the mountain to beat rabbits because of his interest, and ordered his entourage to drag him aside and break his leg.
The leg was really broken.
But it wasn't the one who blocked the way, but the big and young one.
After the young man was broken his leg, his old man became furious-no, he should be shocked.
It is said that after learning that his grandson had trespassed on that nameless mountain, the old man almost peeed in his crotch. Regardless of being 70 years old, he ordered his two sons to bring him here to plead his crime.
Oh, don’t forget, take this dude who is going to kill the whole family, and don’t bandage the broken leg.
His father was so scared, because when he was young, he used to be a guard for the old man who lived in that mountain.
For the sake of this relationship, the old man did not blame his dad on the bureau, but simply said that the child is a good boy, that is, the old man who taught him is too bastard----
Since then, no one has dared to trespass this unknown mountain.
It was also the first time that Longcheng City came to know that the legendary elder actually lived in such a desolate place.
Longcheng City, who is familiar with modern history, knows very well that there are some elderly people who have made great contributions to China. They don't like to live in the downtown area after leaving the wild, but choose a clean place to take care of their lives.
There is a small courtyard with a small area on the mountain. It is the usual one, with blue bricks and red tiles. The small courtyard is surrounded by fruit trees. From a distance, people would think that this is a fruit grower’s house.
But no one knows that when the old people living here were young, they used to dominate the Republic, and they were hailed by Western countries as China's toughest hawkish representative.
Longcheng City, whose belly had begun to show off, followed the grandfather who was supported by the secretary, and walked along the bluestone path to the door of the small courtyard.
It is said to be a small courtyard with a single gate, but in fact it does not even have a gate. It just uses a fence to enclose the three tiled houses.
In the yard, there is a small vegetable field, growing white radish, green cabbage and other vegetables.
A tall old man, bent over holding a shovel, was plowing the cabbage.
There is also a middle-aged man in his mid-forties who also wears ordinary clothes. He simply squatted on the ground and put his hands directly on the cabbage.
The middle-aged man wears myopia glasses and looks stern. He should be the life secretary of the old man.
The old man's secretary looked up, smiled at Long Lao, and then continued to work.
The old man still bowed his head like he hadn't heard his garden dog and saw the stranger barking, and concentrated on his work.
Old Long gently broke away from the secretary's support, his already rickety body suddenly straightened like a javelin, stepped into the fence wall as far as possible, touched the shovel leaning on the wall, and vomited in his hand. Drooling, got up to work.
Looking at his grandpa who was suddenly no longer old-fashioned, Longchengcheng suspected that his eyes were dazzling.
Although before coming, Elder Long had clearly told her who was coming to see.
But she still didn't believe that with a cough in Mingzhu, the grandfather, who would catch a cold throughout Mingzhu, would "energetic" to lay hands on the old man and do farm work.
From the tacit cooperation of the two people, she can see that the two old men must have planted land in partnership when they were young.
After Mr. Long joined, the secretary of the old man consciously withdrew from the vegetable field. After washing his hands, he began to make tea on the stone table in the yard.
"Oh, I'm getting old."
Ten minutes later, the old man sighed slightly, stood up with his shovel, looked back at Mr. Long, and said with a faint smile: "Xiaolong, you are getting old too. Time, don't forgive you."
With a slap, Long Lao touched his heel, raised his hand to salute the old man, and said with a choked voice: "Report to the battalion commander, the commander of the iron-blooded company, Long Guangyao, come to report."
Many people think that the older generation of elders will pay respects to their previous military posts after they meet, which is a certain degree of suspicion.
Actually otherwise, those who have this idea will never understand how deep the feelings of the comrades in arms who survived side by side in that era of war.
Raising his hand slowly, the old man said, "Go, go over there for tea."
"Chengcheng, come here quickly and give you a bow to Grandpa Hua."
Old Long nodded in agreement, turned and whispered to Longcheng City.
Longchengcheng immediately stepped forward obediently, placing his hands on his waist and hips, bowing his knees and squatting.
The old man especially likes the younger generation and salutes him.
This is not to say that he is old feudal, but because of this retro etiquette, it can give him the illusion that he is still young.
Old people who have made excessive contributions to the people are eligible to enjoy this seemingly ridiculous illusion.
"Little baby, very handsome. Not bad. It's just that there is more hostility between the eyebrows, which is not good for the child in your stomach."
The old man took a look at Longcheng City up and down and said lightly.
Longchengcheng didn't look up, but she could actually clearly feel that when the old man said these words, a sharp cold light flashed in those cloudy old eyes.
For no reason, the heart seemed to miss a beat, and there was sweat from the back.
The old man was able to get from her eyebrows, there was a hostility that was not conducive to the fetus in the abdomen.
Obviously, Longchengcheng has hidden this hostility well, how can he tell it at a glance?
The old man didn't wait for Longchengcheng to say anything, he raised his foot and walked over to the stone table.
Elder Long didn't speak either, and stood beside him, waiting for the old man to walk past before following him.
Longchengcheng, who used to be as smart and considerate as he used to be, felt a little at a loss now, not knowing whether he should follow it, or just standing here and waiting, only quietly looking at the old man's secretary.
The secretary, who was filling the old man with water, was facing Longcheng City with his back, but as if he knew what she was doing, with his left hand hidden behind him, he secretly pointed to the gate of the fence courtyard.
It means, Xiaolong, you are not qualified to stand here, listen to what the second elder said, you should go outside and wait.
Longchengcheng suddenly received an amnesty, and after nodding quickly to thank him, he turned and walked out of the small courtyard.
Longchengcheng breathed a long sigh of relief after walking far away and came under a fruit tree, and raised his hand to pat his fuller chest.
I don’t know what’s going on. Just now, when she was standing in the yard, there was clearly a small yard with two old men who were about to die, but she seemed to be in the tiger’s lair in Longtan. If she was a little careless, she would immediately be invisible. This kind of air flow is like a powder.
She knows that this is the legendary murderousness.
This kind of murderous aura was much stronger than any murderous aura she knew, and it was majestic and boundless, making her feel small and pitiful.
Compared with the murderous aura of the Hundred Killers and the murderous aura of Longcheng City when he used conspiracy to kill people, it was definitely the difference between Firefly's attempt and Haoyue.
This is the murderous aura that is qualified to be possessed on the battlefield filled with gunpowder, when the banner is waved with tens of thousands of men, holding a steel gun like a scourge, stepping on the corpses of enemies and comrades everywhere, and rolling into the enemy's position.
There is no second person who can possess this kind of murderous aura.
The old man's surname is Hua, who is Long Lao's senior superior.
It is said that the Flower Night God of the Seven Stars Club seems to have something to do with him.
But no one dared to argue.
Longchengcheng didn't care too much about whether Hualao had a relationship with Huaye God.
This time, she came to Wumingshan with her grandfather to meet Hualao, because she kneeled on the ground and begged hard.
Ever since she knew that Li Nanfang had sinned against the Lin family at the Seven Stars Association, she knew that the mate was going to be unlucky.
If Li Nanfang was not pregnant with his evil seed, even if Li Nanfang's head was screwed off by the Lin family, she would not care too much.
She really didn't want to know that after her son was born, there would be no father.
Or, his son's father was a desperado who was chased by the Lin family to the end of the sea.
Everything is for the son.
For his son, Longchengcheng dared to wrestle with the lion with his bare hands-this is not just a talk.
Men can never understand how strong, selfish, and great motherhood is.
The Jinghua Lin Family is an existence with the same name as the Pearl Dragon Family. After Li Nanfang offended them this time, if Longchengcheng wanted his son to be able to see his father after he was born, he could only be forced to lend a helping hand.
She dared not ask her father for such things.
It's useless to ask.
After all, she was pregnant with a sinner, and her father could not wait to kick her into a miscarriage, and then together with the Lin family to kill Li Nanfang, how could he help intercede?
Therefore, she can only ask the old Long who does not ask about the world.
Old Long's consciousness was much higher than that of his ineffective son. After seeing that his granddaughter was indeed rare to have children, he had to agree to her.
Lao Long is a good person, even if he promised his granddaughter to take Li Nanfang, he would not be so stupid to let the Long family come forward.
He thought of the old flower in Jinghua Wumingshan.
If Mrs. Lin was able to live to become the Taishan Beidou in the circle of nobility, then Hualao was the Dinghai Shenzhen.
If all Huaxia didn't buy Lin's account, only Hua was old.
Mrs. Lin might still dare to play in front of Lao Long, but in front of Lao Hua-wherever it is cool, just go and stay.
How can an old woman who lives on a dog for a long time be compared with a famous person who has made great contributions to the people?
If only for his granddaughter, Long always dare not come to disturb the old battalion commander.
He was hearing that Mrs. Lin had been scolded by Hua Ye Shen and was silent for a while before he made the decision.
These, Longchengcheng did not know.
"Scum, do you know that in order to help you, I have already paid 70% of the funds I control to my family without repaying it? In the future, if you dare not love my son, I will be a ghost, and I will not let you go. ."
Just as Longchengcheng stroked his lower abdomen with his left hand, muttering to himself in the direction of the Ming Tombs, footsteps sounded behind him.
Watching Lao Long under the support of Longcheng City, and slowly walking down the mountain, Lao Hua narrowed his eyes and said flatly: "Rehabilitation, Wang Luyang is still working at the People's Daily, right?"
The secretary took a step forward and said softly: "Yes."
"Let him send someone to Qingshan."
Old Hua sneered slightly: "Now some people have forgotten how this world came about after a long time."
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