About half an hour later, Zhugan came alone. His eyes were red and swollen, but he was no longer crying.
Li Qingfeng glanced at the direction the bamboo pole came from. His grandmother was still standing there, motionless and her face could not be seen clearly.
"Are you done saying goodbye to grandma?"
Zhugan nodded, his little face tensed.
"Okay." Li Qingfeng nodded, reached out and touched the small head of the bamboo pole, then took the hand he handed over, and the two of them slowly walked towards Li Qingfeng's tent.
The old woman stood motionless until Zhugan and Li Qingfeng walked away, then she reached out and wiped her eyes.
Her husband had died a long time ago, and her only son and daughter-in-law had also died. The only thing left in the house was a bamboo pole. If possible, she wanted to keep the bamboo pole by her side to accompany her all the way.
But she knew that she was half dead and could only live with relatives in the future. If the bamboo pole followed her, she would only be looked down upon by others. Even if he grows up safely, he can only be a hunter at most, and he may not even be able to marry a wife. If you follow Li Qingfeng, at least you will have enough food and clothing, and you will still have Shunian.
But nothing in the world is good without reason. Li Qingfeng likes bamboo poles now, but what about in the future? Can he continue to be kind to Zhugan like this?
Zhugan’s grandma didn’t want to gamble. You know, a clan has always rejected people with foreign surnames. Zhugan has no background and has never read a book. How can he be taken seriously? It would be better to take the initiative to change his surname to Li and recognize Li Qingfeng as his brother. He would be one of his own, and Li Qingfeng would always take care of him.
When people get old, they lose sight of everything. She is a woman, and she doesn't pay much attention to the inheritance of incense. She just wants to let her grandson live a good life, so that she can feel at ease even if she is buried.
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Looking up, he could already see his tent. Li Qingfeng looked down at the bamboo pole he was holding. The boy's eyes were looking at the ground, his little face was tense and he didn't say a word.
Li Qingfeng pondered for a moment, pulled the bamboo pole's hand to make him stop, and squatted in front of him, looking directly at the little boy.
"Bamboo pole." He called softly.
The little boy raised his eyes to look at him, bit his lip, and then lowered his head.
"Bamboo pole." Li Qingfeng called again, this time a little louder.
The little boy raised his head this time, his eyes were already red, and he shouted with a choked voice: "Brother Li."
Li Qingfeng nodded, holding him tightly with his left hand, touching his head with his right hand, and said: "Zhugan, your grandma entrusted you to me, and I will treat you like a younger brother. From now on, your surname will be Li." , are you willing to call me brother?"
The little boy nodded, tears already streaming down his face, and he called out: "Brother."
"Good boy." Li Qingfeng touched the head of the bamboo pole, wiped the tears on his face, and said: "My surname is Li, the third eldest child in the family, my full name is Li Qingfeng, Qingshui's Qing, mountain's peak. From now on, you He is my younger brother, who belongs to the same 'Qing' generation as me, his full name is Li Qingzhu, the bamboo of the bamboo pole, how about it?"
Zhugan was still illiterate and couldn't understand a lot of what Li Qingfeng said. He only remembered that he would be called Li Qingzhu from now on. He was speechless, he just nodded and couldn't stop crying.
Grandma told him that his parents were gone. His usually amiable uncles came to his house and made a fuss, but grandma didn't want him and asked him to follow Li Qingfeng. He knew that grandma was doing it for his own good, but suddenly, he seemed to be alone.
Faced with this sudden feeling, he seemed very overwhelmed. He knew that Li Qingfeng was a good person, but thinking of what his grandma told him, and fearing that he would offend Li Qingfeng, he didn't dare to cry even if he wanted to, so he could only hold it in. It wasn't until Li Qingfeng touched his head and said he would treat him like a younger brother, and asked him to call him brother, that he felt that he had support again and was not alone.
He finally couldn't bear it any longer, threw himself into Li Qingfeng's arms, hugged him, and burst into tears.
Li Qingfeng patted Li Qingzhu's back gently, with a look of reminiscence in his eyes.
In his previous life, he was a loner, but he wasn't always a loner. During his foundation-building period, he served as an elder in a small sect, and had a Taoist companion named Lin Qiaoqing, who was the granddaughter of another elder.
The two met at a trade fair. They only exchanged a few words and were not familiar with each other. But at that time, when Li Qingfeng was wandering into a secret realm, he happened to meet Lin Qiaoqing who was being chased by a low-level monster.
At that time, Lin Qiaoqing, who was in the Qi training stage, encountered a second-level low-grade purple fire lizard, which was equivalent to a human monk in the early stage of foundation building. The monks who came with Lin Qiaoqing either died or fled, leaving Lin Qiaoqing alone. When she was almost at her wits' end, she was rescued by Li Qingfeng, who was also in the Qi training period.
Li Qingfeng was very young at the time, less than forty years old, and he didn't think too much when he rescued people. But maybe there was something on Lin Qiaoqing that attracted the Purple Fire Lizard, and the second-level low-grade Purple Fire Lizard chased them all the way. The two fought and escaped, saving each other many times. It was at that time that the two developed feelings for each other.
The life of escape lasted for more than two months. When almost all the life-saving tools on the two of them were used up, the purple fire lizard finally gave up the pursuit, and the two of them were able to escape.
From then on, Li Qingfeng joined Lin Qiaoqing's sect. At that time, Lin Qiaoqing's grandfather was one of the only three foundation-building monks in the sect, and he did not agree with the marriage between Li Qingfeng and Lin Qiaoqing at all. It was not until five years later that the two of them established a foundation and were promoted to the position of sect elders, and then they finally became a couple.
Unfortunately, the good times did not last long. Less than a year after the two became a couple, something happened to the sect. The leader failed to form the elixir and died without leaving a last word. The remaining foundation-building monk led other sects in, causing the sect to be destroyed. He desperately tried to escape with Lin Qiaoqing, but Lin Qiaoqing was seriously injured and died half a month later.
At that time, he was just like Li Qingzhu in front of him, who suddenly lost all support and became alone. At that time, he wandered in the wilderness for three months like a lost soul and almost became possessed. So he could understand Li Qingzhu's mood at this time. To say the least, he at least knew that he was feeling uncomfortable now.
Li Qingfeng patted Li Qingzhu's back gently. Li Qingzhu cried and gradually stopped crying. He tilted his head and buried it in Li Qingfeng's shoulder, snoring softly - he was tired of crying and fell asleep directly.
Li Qingfeng felt Li Qingzhu's reliance on him, smiled slightly, gently lifted him up, and walked towards his tent.
He opened the curtain of the tent and laid Li Qingzhu flat inside first. When he was about to get in, he raised his eyes and saw the little boy who had been rescued by him shaking all over, his face was black and blue, and he was exuding a Dead air.
