The arrogance of the city

Chapter 1879 One World, Two Brothers (8)

Seeing everyone staring at him, the little guy also felt a little overwhelmed, turned his head to look at his mother, and shouted: "Mom."

But Yao Chenxi's mind was empty at the moment, as if falling into a dream, his thoughts were in a trance, and he couldn't give a response at all.

"Pretty cute little guy."

A laugh sounded, old and majestic.

The old man standing at the peak looked at the older and thinner old man beside him, "Old Li, he and Futu should look alike when they were young, right?"

Li Kaijiang, whose life has been full of ups and downs, pursed his lips tightly, and his cloudy eyes were always staring at the five-year-old child.

Then, he took a slow step and walked forward.

Li Buhui opened his clear eyes, staring at the old man with doubts.

There were many people in the corridor, but at this time, no one spoke.

The atmosphere was so quiet that you could almost hear a pin drop.

"Xiaoer, call me grandpa."

In the end, it was Song Luoshen who broke the silence.

Yao Chenxi's pupils shrank, looking at the white-haired old man, she seemed to realize something.

The thin old man who once had the power to pour the world walked up to the mother and son and stood still two steps away.

Perhaps because of his old age, even in the face of thousands of troops and horses, he did not change his expression, but at this time his palms were trembling slightly imperceptibly.

He wanted to reach out to touch the child, but in the end he suppressed the urge and looked at Yao Chenxi.

"You are Professor Yao."

"I'm Li Kaijiang, Li Futu's...grandfather."

Even though she had expected it, when she heard the old man's self-introduction, Yao Chenxi's mind was still struck by lightning. She stood there stupidly with a quick mind, as if she had lost her language ability.

She has known that man for so long, she has never met his family, and she has never even heard him mention it.

"Little two..."

Song Luoshen lowered his head and shouted again.

But the well-behaved little guy didn't obey her godmother this time, and didn't call anyone.

"It's okay, don't embarrass the child."

Li Kaijiang forced a smile.

At his age, at his position, after experiencing everything he has experienced, the fame and fortune in the world are probably all indifferent.

However, there is one thing that he can never ignore.

That is inheritance!
The continuation of incense has been the top priority in Chinese people's minds throughout the ages.

The more noble and deep the house, the more so.

Now, the eldest grandson's life is hanging by a thread, and the other is leading the human race coalition army, fighting bloody battles ahead, and the future is uncertain.

The importance of this child to the Li family can be imagined.

At this time, Li Zhengrong also came over.

Looking at the somewhat godlike eyebrows, Yao Chenxi involuntarily grasped his son's little hand tightly.

No matter what grievances and grievances that man has with his family, she is her.

Seeing his close relatives without any preparation, any woman would probably be flustered.

And to know.

She and that man were still unmarried and conceived first. In the eyes of the elders, this was undoubtedly a very deviant behavior.

of course.

She doesn't care how the other party sees herself.

But she couldn't stop caring about how her son was treated.

"The child can't be with your mother and son because he has a heavy responsibility. I hope you don't blame him."

Li Zhengrong said that years of life as a tomb keeper made his temples gray and gray, but his spine was still straight.

He seemed to have forgotten who knocked him out of the dust.

Then, he lowered his eyes and looked at the little guy with a kind smile on his resolute face.

"What's your name?"

"Li Buhui."

The little boy said timidly, a little nervous.

"Do you miss Dad?"

Li Zhengrong asked.

The little boy hesitated for a while, and then asked tentatively, "Is it Uncle Li?"

Li Zhengrong was stunned for a moment.

Yao Chenxi was even more embarrassed.

She is no longer willing to care about the right and wrong of the past. During this time, she also subtly began to guide her son, trying to make him accept the fact that 'uncle' is 'father'.

But after all, her son was not two or three years old when he was completely ignorant. She knew that she should not act too hastily. Although it had achieved certain results, she had not completely changed her son's concept until now, which led to the embarrassment at this time.

"Uncle Li, because Futu wasn't with me from birth to growing up, Xiaoer doesn't know..."

Song Luoshen explained.

Suddenly, Li Zhengrong could understand, looked at Yao Chenxi, "Thank you for your hard work."

"Where did uncle go? When can I come back?"

Li Xiaoer opened his mouth, tilted his head up, and actually took the initiative to ask.

Obviously, that uncle was very important to him.

"He, he went to beat up the bad guys. If he beat the bad guys away, he will come back."

Li Zhengrong laughed.

The nobles in the corridor saw it and were filled with emotion.

Is this kind and amiable appearance the same as the powerful and majestic king at the beginning?

Song Luoshen touched the little guy's head.

"We'll all be waiting for him to come back, won't we?"

The little guy naturally didn't know how heavy these words were, so he nodded vigorously.

"Bang."

The door of the operating room was suddenly pushed open.

Everyone's attention was immediately diverted.

"How about it?"

Taishan Beidou in the medical field shook his head with a heavy expression.

"Haotian was seriously injured. We tried our best to save his last ray of vitality."

All are silent.

For this result, everyone was actually prepared.

Even, the reason why he was sent back all the way was to prepare for the worst.

If that step really happens, it will be regarded as returning to the root anyway.

"Old Li, please take care."

"I'm fine. The shrouded body in horse leather is the destiny and honor of every soldier. He didn't embarrass our Li family."

The old man hunched over and tried to stand up straight.

Not long after, the mobile hospital bed was pushed out.

After a few years, the nobles present finally saw the young master of the Li family once again.

Only this time, he no longer regained the nobility and elegance he had before, lying miserable on the hospital bed, the only face exposed outside was as pale as paper, like a living dead.

"Li Shao."

"Li Shao."

"Li Shao."

As a leader of the younger generation in Kyoto, even though he was defeated and left the country in the end, Li Haotian was still the leader in the eyes of many rich and powerful sons, even though most of the dandies at that time have now changed their ways and got on the right track.

Now that they met again, they couldn't help throwing away their scruples and shouted.

But the former young master of the Li family couldn't hear it after all.

The hospital bed passed by.

Both Song Luoshen and Cao Xiuge had complicated eyes.

Yao Chenxi took his son by the hand and stepped aside.

Through the surname Li, she can roughly guess the identity of the man on the hospital bed.

Such a prominent position is actually hurt like this.

How dangerous is the battlefield that she doesn't know about?

(End of this chapter)