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Chapter 461: Farewell to the God of Bacchus
early morning.

Jiang Qian opened the curtains of the hotel bedroom, looked up at the blue sky and white clouds, and overlooked the bustling commuting scene of Beijing's famous business district.

Looking back at the big gamble I had a few days ago, it all seemed like a long time ago. As my identity changed, the people and things around me changed as well.

Jiang Qian clearly remembered that when his new rank was announced a few days ago, the eyes of people who once knew him contained subtle emotions, which reminded him of the two security guards in his hometown area.

After so many years, perhaps he is the only one who knows how much he has changed.

Today, the old city of Jinping is deserted and has become a barren land waiting to be developed; and he, from a weird kid who was feared by everyone, was unexpectedly transformed into a guardian who upholds justice and sticks to his mission.

This result is unexpected and contains a certain irony: it is as if a person, after experiencing many vicissitudes of life, finally becomes the kind of person he once disliked the most.

Somehow, Jiang Qian saw a little brat with cold eyes, who firmly believed that "if you don't work for yourself, you will be punished by heaven and earth", and was looking at him with contempt through the glass window in front of him.

"So early……"

A pair of soft hands came up from behind, wrapped around Jiang Qian's waist through his shirt, and her cheek nestled against his back: "Won't you sleep a little longer?"

Having slept late last night, Ye Xiaojing now had sleepy eyes, as if he was still immersed in the warmth of last night.

Jiang Qian turned around and put his arm around his girlfriend's waist: "No, I have to go out and meet someone today."

"Meet someone?" Ye Xiaojing's eyes became clear.

Their identities and whereabouts were kept secret in Beijing, especially Jiang Qian. Even if someone wanted to meet him, it was usually an internal appointment. So when Ye Xiaojing heard Jiang Qian say that he was going to "go out" to meet someone, he instinctively became alert.

"Don't worry, we've already reported it, it's safe." Jiang Qian said with a smile.

"...That's good." Ye Xiaojing paused, and finally did not ask any more questions.

By the way, Ye Xiaojing's name was not on the recruitment list of the task force this time.

The examiner's explanation for this was very ambiguous: it seemed that taking into account the romantic relationship between the two, appropriate "isolation" measures were taken to avoid adverse effects.

Therefore, Ye Xiaojing will retain her original position, and her performance in "Big Gamble" will be recorded in the file, and this part of the rights will be realized in other opportunities.

"I'll call room service to prepare some food for you, as well as some clothes to wear... Since you're going out to meet people, you have to dress decently. By the way, what kind of occasion is it? Are there any specific dress requirements?"

Ye Xiaojing let go of Jiang Qian and started to get busy.

Jiang Qian turned around and leaned against the window, looking at her graceful figure thoughtfully.

"What's wrong?" Seeing that Jiang Qian didn't answer, Ye Xiaojing stopped with a little confusion.

"Nothing. I see you're becoming more and more of a good wife and mother." Jiang Qian said with a smile.

Ye Xiaojing frowned slightly when he heard this.

She vaguely felt that the term "good wife and loving mother" was not a positive evaluation when used in a romantic relationship, and she sensed a hint of "regret" in Jiang Qian's half-smile.

The ruthless leaf mantis with two blades that once frightened the mutants is now lingering in bed and being mocked as a "good wife and good mother". Is this a sad and lamentable "sigh"? Or is it a regrettable "sigh"...

Thinking of this, she subconsciously replied: "The headquarters intelligence officer Bai Xiaoxi is the real good wife and mother, and it doesn't seem to affect her career."

Jiang Qian was stunned for a moment.

Then he reacted and sighed that women's minds are really sensitive and interesting.

Maybe it's because family life is not fully satisfied, so they spend their remaining passion on work... Jiang Qian coughed lightly and changed the subject tactfully:

"What kind of gift should I prepare for my elderly friend?"

……

After preparing for half a day, it was already afternoon when I went out.

Jiang Qian got on the business car of Wanzhong headquarters and drove all the way to the "old, dilapidated and small" residential area that Lu Fanni had taken him to last time.

Entering the narrow alley, the car was forced to move slowly.

Although I didn't rush to get off work this time, it was the weekend and there was still a lot of traffic at the entrance of the community. Adults and children hurried by, and grandpas and aunts sat in a row, chatting about everything from family and the country to family matters.

Jiang Qian parked his car nearby and made a low-key move with a few bottles of good wine.

Entering through the side door of the community, he did not go into the residential building, but went straight to the double-story warehouse opposite.

The benefits of having clairvoyance are obvious. Even without ringing the doorbell, you can know that the target person is not at home, and you can also know that he is currently doing carpentry work in a remote and deserted warehouse.

Lu Fanni never mentioned that Bacchus had a hobby of handicrafts, which made Jiang Qian feel a little bit surprised.

When he was a child, he also loved to play with these little gadgets. Although they were of different categories, they had similar interests.

"Coming?"

Without even turning his head, Bacchus continued to fiddle with the wooden pistol in his hand, occasionally using a knife to shave off some excess wood chips and then polishing it with sandpaper.

The corner next to him was filled with a row of uneven semi-finished wood carvings and bottles and jars filled with various sundries.

"What are you busy with, senior?"

Jiang Qian put all the gifts aside and walked to the old man to look at them carefully.

"Just play around!" Dionysus said with a laugh.

He looked somewhat disrespectful to his age, but Jiang Qian didn't mind at all. After all, he was mature despite his young age, and everyone was a good person.

"Do you need help?"

"Haha, okay, then help me adjust the color."

The god of wine was not polite either. He casually threw a few paint tubes and a dirty palette to Jiang Qian. They were probably from a kid who had broken them and wanted them for a second use.

"This..." Jiang Qian, an outsider, had no idea where to start.

"Oh yes, use this! I'll teach you..." Bacchus took out a brush from the glass bottle at his feet and began to guide Jiang Qian in mixing colors.

It is difficult to say whether the origins of these things are "clean", but Jiang Qian still followed suit and started to act on the precarious palette according to the instructions of the god of wine.

After cleaning up the sawdust, Bacchus took another small brush from the glass bottle, dipped it in Jiang Qian's paint, and began to paint the pistol.

This process requires considerable patience. The old man's movements are slow and intoxicated, and he seems to really enjoy it.

Jiang Qian was also watching attentively and waiting.

They were at the innermost part of the double-storey warehouse, close to the high wall that blocked the outer passage, and had their own ecosystem hidden under old trees. On weekdays, this area was rarely visited by anyone.

Perhaps it is for this reason that the god of wine has no scruples in filling the walls with his strange little gadgets.

"Why did you come to me this time?"

Just when Jiang Qian thought that the old artist was absorbed in his unique craftsmanship, the opportunity to start a conversation came without warning.

"Of course I came to visit you and listen to your stories from the past." Jiang Qian said immediately.

The God of Wine curled his lips and said, "Hey, you are really good at beating around the bush... I told you everything last time. If you don't understand something, go home and look for it!"

"I have searched for it and have obtained some results. Thank you, God of Wine, for your guidance."

"Any results?" Dionysus narrowed one eye and turned to look at Jiang Qian, "What results?"

This stumped Jiang Qian: Isn't this the direction you pointed out to me? Why are you still trying to trick me?
But he still answered the question politely: "My father, I know my father's true identity."

The old man had a strange temper, and Jiang Qian had to keep his composure if he wanted to hear something real.

"Yohu? The real identity!"

The God of Wine looked uninterested and pouted, "What's the matter, are you feeling proud this time?"

Jiang Qian was slightly startled.

But he immediately realized the "problem": it was his official title.

So he said, "What's there to be proud of... My father who has passed away for many years was actually a big man in a high position. He devoted almost his entire life to his beliefs, but left trauma to his family - should I be proud of having such a father?"

This more or less expressed what was in his heart, so much so that the look in Dionysus's eyes when he glanced at him became much softer: "Well, that's true. And then?"

"He left me a treasure map in his hometown, and I followed the map and went there. There, I learned a little about the past." The God of Wine was silent for a moment, sighed, and then turned back to continue coloring the wood carving in his hand: "What else?"

"My father has a special relationship with the Dragon God."

The god of wine paused for a moment.

Jiang Qian continued, "I know that you have a special relationship with the Dragon God, so there are some things I can only talk to you about."

"Ah!"

The god of wine snorted, lowered his head and blew on the already colored surface of the wood carving, and carefully placed it on the outermost side of the row of semi-finished products:

"Don't overestimate me. I know very little about the relationship between your father and the Dragon God! It can be said that since the Dragon God became friends with your father Jiang Xuesong, he has become a different person. I still don't understand why the Dragon God, who can make clouds and rain with a flip of his hand, has become like that."

"Changed?" Jiang Qian couldn't help but frown.

According to the research on the trip to Shenshan, the Dragon God Yun Zhongshuo established a preliminary friendship with his father through an accidental opportunity of joining forces after he suffered a serious injury and lost his memory.

Could it be that the so-called "change" of Bacchus was due to his amnesia in those intervening years?
Or maybe, the joint efforts with his father Jiang Xuesong to fight the enemy opened up the Dragon God's stubborn and extreme thinking?

Jiang Qian's understanding of the Dragon God is still very limited, and he can only deduce the causes and consequences of many things based on logic.

"Yeah! Who would have thought that the Dragon God Yun Zhongshuo, the biggest thorn in the side of the Orderly Officials, would help the Orderly Officials to participate in the God War? Hahahaha..."

"Weren't you once one of the Seven Gods of Ashes and a thorn in the eyes of the authorities? And later on, didn't you also participate in that war of gods?" Jiang Qian wondered, sensing something unusual.

"I didn't get involved in the war between gods," Dionysus suddenly raised his head and looked at Jiang Qian seriously, "otherwise I wouldn't be alive today."

"..."

"Haha, I was young back then, and all I could think about was wine and brotherhood!"

The god of wine slapped his thigh, stood up shakily, and instantly resumed his disrespectful demeanor:

“Yun Zhongshuo is my elder brother. When he raises his arm to call for action, of course I, as his younger brother, can only follow him! But Long Shen is different. He is a dragon among men and a dominant overlord! He shouldn’t have been fooled by Jiang Xuesong’s few words into giving up his life, hahahaha…”

The god of wine smiled sadly, but Jiang Qian was speechless.

He could not empathize with the God of Wine's emotions, so he could only say indifferently: "My condolences, senior."

"Forget it, it's all in the past!"

The god of wine waved his hand casually, bent down and began to organize his bottles and jars, putting them back in their original places.

Then he suddenly asked, "What do you want to ask me?"

Jiang Qian squatted down to help and said, "My father's death. I want to know the real cause of my father's death."

The god of wine was stunned for a moment, then pursed his lips and did not respond.

Jiang Qian knew that he had asked the right person, so he stared into the eyes of the god of wine and went further:

"Everyone told me that my father died in the war of gods, but I cannot agree with that. If he was going to the war of gods, he clearly had the opportunity to say goodbye to his family properly. However, in my remaining memory, he 'left' too hastily, so hastily that it didn't even look like a farewell..."

After hearing this, the god of wine grinned numbly: "What do you want me to tell you?"

"the truth."

Jiang Qian said without hesitation: "The truth you know."

There is often a more unexpected truth hidden behind bizarre behavior!

Jiang Qian is a rational person and cannot convince himself to believe unreasonable facts, so he wants to trace the truth of the past.

Before he was about to shoulder the honor of his fathers and fight for the lawful officials, he needed to finally confirm what he was fighting for.

"The truth? Haha..."

Dionysus smiled: "Have you ever considered how many lives this will involve?"

Jiang Qian's will was like a brand in his pupils: "As long as you are willing to speak, I will spare no expense."

a long time--

"Ugh!"

The god of wine patted his butt, turned around and walked towards the side door of the community.

After walking a few steps, he turned back and called Jiang Qian: "Bring the wine!"

There's a way! ... Jiang Qian picked up his things and quickly followed: "Here I come!"

……

A street beer stand in the evening.

Jiang Qian and an old senior who was one of the Seven Gods of Ashes in the past were toasting each other and talking about heroes over wine. They were like two close friends regardless of age difference, and there was no sense of incongruity at all.

The topics they talked about ranged from the beginning of the emergence of the super-species world to the golden age when heroes emerged on the eve of the war of gods; from the ten orderly tribes that gathered together to the undercurrents of the disorderly heroes.

Sometimes I concentrate and hold my breath, sometimes I laugh heartily, and sometimes I sigh with deep emotion!
The only regret is that the honeycomb props on the table have quietly made their conversation look real, so that the occasional "listeners" passing by cannot truly understand their surging emotions:
"Thinking back to those days, Xuesong...your father was truly a great scholar-general of the Predator family! He was an expert in martial arts, strategy, and commanding troops!"

The god of wine was already slightly tipsy, with the aroma lingering between his lips and teeth, and his eyes were filled with enthusiasm that was different from his age:

"Even I, an opponent, can't help but be impressed by his charisma!"

Jiang Qian listened attentively.

He imagined the few memories he had with his father, trying to restore the majestic image of a heroic figure according to the description of Dionysus.

"Snapped--"

A peach pit dropped from a residential building above his head, disrupting Jiang Qian's thoughts...

The walnut fell right at the feet of the god of wine, and when it bounced back it accidentally knocked over the bottle of wine that had just been emptied.

The two of them looked up subconsciously, and saw a familiar childish little face poking out from the balcony of a high-rise building, shaking the wooden toy in his hand and making faces at the god of wine with a smile.

"You little bastard!" Dionysus yelled, "Let your mother spank you!"

Jiang Qian remembered that this boy was the one who paid and begged Bacchus to tell a story last time and was eventually forcibly taken away by his parents.

He also recognized the wood carving in the boy's hand; he had just witnessed the craftsmanship that afternoon.

Perhaps frightened by the weird old man's grinning "threat", the boy retracted his head in embarrassment, then secretly leaned out and waved at the two people downstairs.

"Haha, this kid... is even more naughty than I was when I was a kid!" Bacchus shook his head and sighed.

Jiang Qian could see that the old man admired this child, so he took the opportunity to raise his glass: "What a coincidence, heroes have always emerged from youth."

"Hahaha, well said! Tribute to youth!"

The glasses of wine clinked together and another round of drinking began.

During the break, the street stall owner also came to join in the fun and gave away a full plate of edamame.

The god of wine was in high spirits and accidentally choked while drinking. He started coughing and his face turned red.

"Ahem, ahem! Sigh... I can't hold my liquor anymore. At that time, I was truly heroic..."

He sighed intermittently:
"Dragon God, I, and your father... ahem! After he resigned from his official position, we often got together and drank all night long. Only when drunk can one's true character be revealed!"

Jiang Qian reached out to pat the old man on the back, but his raised hand was held down.

The God of Wine suddenly changed the subject and sighed, "I also thought Xuesong was a person of his true nature."

Jiang Qian's eyes were focused, and the God of Bacchus stopped talking at the right time.

Just a few words, but the meaning is profound.

A recent memory popped into Jiang Qian's mind: He remembered that Venerable White Tiger said that his father had obtained authorization from the Predator Family before he resolutely handled the affairs of the Sacred Mountain - in addition, his father had also received another mission!
However, regarding that "another mission", Venerable White Tiger never mentioned it until the end of the conversation.

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