After members of the intelligence team told He Baozheng the news about Qingji, He Baozheng locked himself in his home for seven days. He didn't know how Liang Chuan found his son. What was certain was that Liang Chuan and his son had never met.
When Liang Chuan came to Fengshan, his son had already left Fengshan, and he did not have his son's portrait or name for Liang Chuan. How could Liang Chuan be sure that the person he was talking about was his son?
He Baozheng knew that since Liang Chuan went to Bianjing, he sent a message back and asked many people to follow him to Bianjing. The eldest brother of the Sun family and Mr. Meng, a group of Luocheng masters and many people from Qingyuan County also followed. Went together.
He thought a lot in seven days, and the courage he made in seven days was more decisive than any decision he had made in his life.
The journey of thousands of miles to Bianjing City is not so much a search for a son as a road of no return. He is getting older and his health may not be able to bear the burden. Along the way, I heard from people who have been out there that there are robbers and wild beasts everywhere, and it is impossible to reach Bianjing without a group.
Even his son-in-law, the useless Chang Gui, said such things. Now let him go out and wander around, he would rather wait for death in the mountains.
For many years, he didn't even know whether his son was dead or alive. The conditions at home were now different from those in the past. The small mosquito coil made his life rich and comfortable. Although the money he earned could not be said to be rich. , but with this craft in hand, generations of people will have nothing to worry about.
The son became obsessed with gambling and Chang Gui traveled far away. Chang Gui came back dejected, but his son was still wandering.
He is getting old too. How he hopes that his son can return to his knees to fulfill his filial piety, calm down his restless heart, and develop the craft of making mosquito coils well. Today's Fengshan is no longer the poor and backward Fengshan. But for a well-known wealthy village, what else can't it do?
He was very afraid that his body could not withstand the torment, and he was even more afraid that what he would get was bad news. Overcoming the physical pain would be nothing. Hey, what if Liang Chuan used the disappearance of his child to deceive him? He has good intentions, maybe he wants him to get out of the mountains and see the outside world, but he is no longer a boy, and this world no longer belongs to him no matter how beautiful it is. His mission is to find the only incense of their He family. This It is an eternal pain in his heart.
He Baozheng heard that Liang Chuan was following a high-ranking official, working under him, and living in a big house. But when he came to see it in person, he found that it was a shabby little village similar to Fengshan, and his heart suddenly dropped.
Liang Chuan was not the kind of person who would lie to others, but people would always change, and he did not expect that his son-in-law Changgui would turn into a profit-seeking villain.
A lot of things have happened in Liangchuan in the past few years. People always change, and no one knows what kind of person they will become.
Snowflakes fell on his head and shoulders, making his beard and hair even grayer.
The spicy hot pot in the room was steaming. Liang Chuan looked at He Baozheng standing outside the room and was not in the mood to eat anymore.
"The gambling house is quite far away from here. I'll have someone prepare a carriage."
The two of them were sitting in the carriage. Liang Chuan took the wine and handed it to He Baozheng.
"Drink some wine to warm yourself up."
"Sanlang, tell me, is he really that little beast?"
Poor parents in the world, He Baozheng's tone was not so much asking Liang Chuan as pleading with Liang Chuan, and his relatively clear eyes were full of hope.
At this moment, Liang Chuan didn't know how to answer He Baozheng's question. He didn't check Qingji's ID card or his status in Kaifeng Mansion, he just met him once. He Baozheng was so urgent that he was afraid of chilling his heart.
"He calls himself Qing Ji. I don't know if it's his real name, but as soon as I saw his face, I knew that no one would believe him if he said he was your personal son."
These words were hard to hear, but He Baozheng was excited: "Is it really that similar?"
"You can see for yourself when the time comes and you will know."
People have the most emotions at night, and they are most likely to be impulsive at this time. Because in the dead of night, the body is completely relaxed and far away from reality. It is not like playing various roles during the day, so there will be some differences between it and the day, so don't do it at night. Any important decision.
However, places like gambling stalls and casinos are often the most exciting and exciting time at night. Gamblers completely lose their minds when gambling in the second half of the night. All because of the stubbornness of gambling that dominates their bodies, they spend a lot of money. It's not that sensitive to slip away.
The lights in the drunken casino were bright, and the fighting was more intense than in the daytime. The gambling stalls were not tired at all. The crazy thoughts of making a comeback filled their brains. Their eyeballs were filled with bloodshot eyes but they had to move forward bravely. Their attitude was simply shocking. People are moved.
No one paid attention to Liang Chuan and He Baozheng when they entered the gambling house. He Baozheng was dressed like an authentic farmer. Don't think that all farmers are honest and honest. There are many farmers who are addicted to gambling.
"Call out your manager Qingji and tell him that I'm here to see him."
The guy at the gambling house looked at Liang Chuan angrily.
"That's such a strong tone. Not many people like us who pretend to be uncles will end up well. Qingji, who is in charge, has already said that his whole family has died long ago. Wait, don't run away if you can!"
The waiter didn't know Liang Chuan, so he called several thugs who were guarding the gate. They were all strong and muscular thugs, and they skillfully blocked the door to prevent anyone from leaving.
Qing Ji was well-known for his gambling skills in Bianjing. Someone came to visit him to be his father.
Qing Ji came out cursing, probably because he was upset because he had been woken up from a good sleep, and his displeasure was clearly evident.
"My bastard father has been buried for many years. Are you human or a ghost and dare to impersonate that bastard? Grandma, I won't let you kneel down and call me daddy today. I, Qingji, will take your last name..."
Qing Ji kept saying the harsh words to whom as he walked. He walked up to He Baozheng and before he could finish his words, his unruly expression immediately turned pale with fright. His eyes looked like flowers. It felt normal and he rubbed it vigorously.
"father..?"
"Okay, you are such a little beast. You haven't even returned home for so many years, and you still dare to go around and tell people that you and I have been buried. How could the He family have such a thing like you? Sanlang told me. It's your turn, I didn't believe it at first, come on, I'll kneel down for you and see if you can bear it!"
He Baozheng looked at the person in front of him. At first he was nervous and expecting, and then he was ecstatic. Poor parents in the world. After so many years, his children finally did not have to endure hardships outside. They grew up better than expected. Then he felt angry. This little beast What a treasonous thing to say. You are still alive and well, but you go around claiming that you are dead?
Most of the children in the world do not grow up in front of their parents. Most of the children in the world hate iron when it comes to their children. How can He Baozheng care whether this is Qingji or some big boss? He is so angry that he is itching his teeth everywhere. Look for 'educational tools' that look like sticks.
Today, if Qingji doesn't clearly realize who the real me is, this life will be considered a failure.
But where did the stick come from in the casino? He Baozheng simply picked up a stool and was going to beat this brat. When Liang Chuan saw something was wrong, he immediately stopped He Baozheng and said softly: "Don't get excited, Mr. He. Your body is important. Let's talk about it when we go home. Outsiders can't watch here." good!"
"Let go. If I don't beat this little bastard to death, I'll be sorry for the ancestors of the He family! Damn it, you still dare to run...!"
He Baozheng didn't know whether he was anxious or angry. He was angry and resentful towards the only successor of incense, and he also used foul language.
Qing Ji hid around the casino, and finally hid in the back hall and never showed up again.
Gamblers in the casino all know that Qing Ji is a ruthless character who makes people fear him as his name suggests. This ruthless character was also in such a mess today.
"Let that little beast come out quickly. If he doesn't come out today, he won't recognize me as his father."
"Hiding is not the answer. Let Qingji, ah no, let Chunsheng come out. It doesn't matter if he doesn't come out. Let him come to Liangjiazhuang in Zhongmou to look for us. It doesn't matter if he doesn't come. At worst, the He family will pretend that they don't have this son. He Qingji Since you can give up your surname, in life, fallen leaves return to their roots. If you can even abandon your roots, then what's the use of having high achievements?"
"Lao He, let's go."
Although Qingji was hiding in the back hall, he listened to every move outside. He listened to every word of Liang Chuan's words, and tears flowed down his face.
He is not a heartless child. On the contrary, some children go astray not because of their bad nature but because their nature is too pure. They seek medical treatment in a hurry for the sake of the family.
Qingji's life in Fengshan was too hard at that time. Even though he was a child from a Baozheng family, his family would go hungry during floods and droughts. Making money has been his dream since childhood, but he will go astray in his impatience. Lu, after getting involved in gambling, there is no way to stop.
Even now he can earn countless gold and silver at the gambling table, but in the eyes of his father, this is always a sideways thing, and the money he earns is stinky money. He Baozheng will never admit his sideways achievements.
Therefore, he did not dare to go home and had been wandering in Bianjing for more than ten years.
Who would have thought that my father would actually find Bianjing today. My father, who was once young and strong, now has two gray hairs on his temples. As a son, I have never fulfilled my filial piety at the knees of the old man.
He Baozheng returned to Liangjiazhuang. Everyone saw the two of them hurried out and returned in a hurry, looking extremely worried. He Baozheng sat and sighed. He was finally relieved that they had not seen each other for more than ten years. The child was finally safe and had grown up.
Liang Chuan asked Yelu Zhongguang to cut a few kilograms of mutton, and He Baozheng's mouth was full of bubbles after running all the way. The rice was useless without adding oil and salt. If he didn't eat anything, his body would be unable to support it.
"It's enough to know that it's Chunsheng. This child must have some difficulties. Don't worry, Lao He. Sooner or later, your father and son will recognize each other."
Just as he was talking, Yeluhan came to report: "There is someone looking for you outside my boss's house!"
"Bring it in quickly."
The visitor was none other than Chunsheng, who called himself Qingji. He came to Liangjiazhuang alone on a snowy night.
"Lao He, come out and see who is here...?"
When He Baozheng heard this, he raised his head and wondered who it could be at this time. He rushed out the door with complicated emotions and saw that it was his son.
He Chunsheng knelt down with a plop.
He Baozheng raised his hand high, and was about to slap his son who didn't understand well, but his hand stayed in the air and could not fall down. In the end, he knelt down together, and the two father and son hugged each other and cried bitterly.
"Dad, the child is unfilial!"
