In a low-key but extremely elegant room, a middle-aged man in rich clothes stood with his hands behind his back, tall and burly figure, standing by the window, looking up at the northern night sky.
The face of someone approaching fifty is covered with vicissitudes of life.
That kind of vicissitudes of life is not a trace left by the years on him, but a kind of temperament.
He was well maintained, with not a single gray hair on his head. On the contrary, he had thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a high nose.
One can't help but imagine that if we push the time forward another twenty years, he will definitely be a handsome man who can attract thousands of young women and girls.
"My grandson pays his respects to his grandfather."
A soft and waxy voice sounded from behind him.
When he heard this voice, the loneliness and reminiscence in the middle-aged man's eyes flashed away.
He turned around slowly, and when he saw the little figure in his sight, warmth and love filled his eyes.
But this warmth and kindness were soon replaced by deliberately dropped majesty and displeasure.
"Luo'er, do you know why your grandfather came to see you late at night?" the middle-aged man asked.
The little boy named Luo Er thought about it seriously and then smiled, revealing a row of neat teeth and dimples on his cheeks.
"My grandson guesses that it must be the new teacher who came to grandpa to complain, right?" he asked.
"Now that you know, are you still laughing?" The middle-aged man's eyes became darker.
Luo'er quickly suppressed his smile, turned around, and walked straight to the iron shelves with various weapons on the side.
He took a handful of thorns and pulled it out in his hand. The sound of hunting wind when he pulled it out seemed to make the invisible and intangible air shatter and make a beeping sound.
Luo'er straightened her back and walked back to the middle-aged man.
"Yes, my grandson is teasing my teacher in class again. Please punish me, grandpa!"
He leaned down, held the thorns in his hands and stretched forward.
When people who don't understand see this figure, they just think that this child is sensible and well-behaved, and has a good attitude towards admitting his mistakes.
A knowledgeable person can see this stable base at a glance. Every move and gesture cannot be accomplished without three years of martial arts skills.
The middle-aged man picked up the thorn stick, and Luo'er turned around, stood up, took a deep breath, and looked like he was angry and ready to face punishment.
At such a young age, his calm demeanor is something that many adults cannot match.
The middle-aged man just glanced at the thorn in his hand and frowned.
"Forget it, grandpa won't punish you, just turn around and I have something to ask you," he said.
Luo'er was slightly surprised, but then turned around, raised her head and looked at the middle-aged man in front of her respectfully.
"Grandpa, just ask whatever you want to ask, Luo'er will tell you everything he knows," he said.
The middle-aged man looked at the child with a complicated expression and said, "Luo'er, you have been gifted since you were a child. You are several times better than other children of the same age."
"You can speak at half a year old, teach you how to read at one year old, and can recite three hundred ancient poems at one and a half years old."
"When you were two years old, your grandfather started to teach you how to do horse walking. When you were three years old, he taught you boxing and kicking skills to strengthen your body."
"Your boxing and kicking skills were all passed down from your grandfather, but your grandfather never thought of making you a barbarian."
"In the past few years, I have invited various famous teachers to come to the mansion to teach you. In the past few years, you were very good and studied hard. Every teacher was full of praise for you."
"Why have you become so naughty in class over the past six months or so?"
"Including the gentleman you knocked unconscious today, you have angered nearly ten gentlemen in just six months!"
The middle-aged man said slowly. Every word he spoke seemed to be particularly heavy and weak.
"Grandpa, the lessons those gentlemen taught me were boring to me," Luo'er said.
"Boring?" The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows.
He raised his hand, pointed in the direction of the door and said, "Did you know that these gentlemen all have great backgrounds? They are all well-known figures in the list of celebrities in the world."
"All of them are very knowledgeable people, let's just talk about Mr. Kong who was knocked unconscious by you with a hammer,"
"He is the queen of saints, from a scholarly family, the second in the rankings that year, and a bachelor of the Hanlin Academy."
"How many students dream of having them teach you your homework?" the middle-aged man said word by word.
But Luo'er pursed his lips and said, "Grandpa, my grandson knows your painstaking efforts, and also knows that these gentlemen are not simple."
"It's just that my grandson is really tired of hearing the lessons they teach."
"To be honest, I have already learned those lessons very well, and I want to seek more and fresher things." He said.
"More and fresher?" The middle-aged man was even more surprised.
"Then what do you want?" he asked.
Luo Er thought about it seriously, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.
“Reading thousands of books is not as good as traveling thousands of miles.”
"Luo'er will be six years old after the Chinese New Year. I want to leave this island and see the outside world, the customs and customs of every place outside, and how they live," he said.
"Grandpa understands," the middle-aged man said.
"You haven't grown up yet, but your mind has already wandered away and you want to leave your grandfather, right?" the middle-aged man asked.
There was a deep sense of loneliness and loneliness in his eyes.
For five years, I have raised this little thing from infancy to adulthood, watching him progress and excelling, and I feel so relieved.
Life on the island is lonely and monotonous.
It was also because of the arrival of this little thing that he and even the entire mansion became lively.
At this moment, before this little thing left, I had already begun to miss him and feel lonely.
Could it be that I am really old?
"Grandpa, Luo'er didn't mean that." Luo'er had a look of urgency on his face.
"Luo'er has been without a father or a mother since he was a child. It was his grandfather who raised Luo'er. In this world, his grandfather is the closest person to Luo'er and the most beloved person."
"Even if Luo'er grows up and reaches the end of the world, he will never leave his grandfather behind."
"Luo'er just wants to go outside and take a look, and in the future, she can also take her grandfather to play in interesting places. Grandpa, do you think it's okay?"
These words made the middle-aged man feel warm in his heart.
The ice on his face melted little by little. He put down the thorn in his hand and raised his hand to gently rub Luo'er's soft hair.
"My Luo'er is about to grow up. This small island is destined to not be able to trap you. It's time to travel outside and gain a lot of experience." He said.
"Thank you, Grandpa!"
Seeing the little figure leaving the house happily, a happy smile appeared on the middle-aged man's face.
A voice came from the shadows behind him.
"Master, the outside world is dangerous. My little master is only five years old. Do you really want to let him travel?" the voice asked.
The middle-aged man nodded slightly, "It is an eagle, destined to fly. No matter how fierce the storm is, it cannot retreat."
"Originally, I planned to arrange for him to travel in two years when he is older."
"Since he developed this intention early, I naturally want to fulfill it and encourage him."
"Let him go. Arrange more manpower to protect him secretly within the scope of not interfering with his freedom of movement!" chapter;
