I have many teachers

Chapter 119
The young man separated from the gate of the city and Gong Yu's group, picked up the child, put him in front of him, put his arms around him, pulled the rein, and lightly tapped the green horse with his right foot, the latter was psychic and hissed softly With a sound, he stepped forward and walked towards the way he came.

Perhaps it also knew its own speed, this child who had never practiced martial arts would definitely not be able to bear it, so it slowed down quite slowly, following the official path, and disappeared in a short while.

In the county town, news of the murder gradually spread.

It was as if a piece of ice the size of a millstone had been thrown into the boiling oil, and the whole street boiled instantly. The hawkers closed their stalls and the pedestrians returned home. In the blink of an eye, it was a mess, empty and deserted, except for the sound of the broken gong of the guard. He shouted from time to time, suppressing the barking of the domestic dogs.

Welcome to the second floor.

There is a large round table in the box, the color is very festive, with chicken, duck and fish meat on it, and a variety of dishes are full, and there is a white porcelain thin-necked flagon next to it.

Inside is the fine wine produced exclusively in Wangxian County, which is the most mellow in the northern counties.

Around it are ten carved wooden chairs.

But only one person was sitting.

A kind-looking middle-aged man, wearing gray old clothes, because although the old clothes are not good-looking, they have been used to the body for a long time, and they are very comfortable to wear. His palms are very clean, even a little too pale , because this way he can't smell the smell on his palm, which will make him feel very comfortable.

If the body is comfortable and the heart is comfortable, the life of this person will be very comfortable.

He is a person who loves life very much and is also a person who knows how to live.

He wants his life to be comfortable all the time.

The man is eating the dishes on the table with chopsticks, slowly and seriously, even dipping the steamed buns in the soup and eating it clean, his fingers are always stuck at the end of the chopsticks at the width of two fingers, his movements are gentle, and he is half kneeling on the ground next to him Personally, with his right hand resting lightly on his knee, the palm of his palm is more festive than the color on the table.

After finishing the last dish, the man put his chopsticks on the plate, exhaled, his palms were lowered, but he paused slightly, raised his hands and touched the tails of the chopsticks lightly, frowning, and adjusted the two chopsticks to align neatly , just now exhaled comfortably, his gentle and smiling eyes fell on the half-kneeling person, and said:
"This time something went wrong, so don't worry about it."

"If one is missing, there will be one less."

The voice paused slightly, fingers crossed, and said gently: "Anyway, the person who committed the crime is already dead."

"A knight-errant has the character of a knight-errant, and the evil way must also have the bearing of the evil way. Don't be like a mad dog, entangled."

The half-kneeling person nodded and said:

"Subordinates obey."

The voice was clear and sweet, and she looked like a young woman, with her drooping head raised, nineteen scars vertically and horizontally across her face, and her eyes were full of hostility.

Just across the wall, a silver-feathered eagle fluttered its wings and flew into the distance with a clear howling sound.

In another box, the corner of the man's mouth was grinning.

Excited brilliance floated in the eyes.

Since you left Gong Yu by yourself...you can't blame me.

There was a strange laugh, it didn't sound like a human voice, and it didn't look like a human face.

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The little boy is called Aping.

Wang Anfeng asked a little about where he lived this morning, and it should be near the inn where he had eaten before.

Although the horsepower of the Qingcong horse is strong, but because of A Ping's ability to bear it, the speed is slowed down. Originally, it only took one or two hours to travel, but it took until the afternoon to arrive at the post station, and stopped in the middle. I ate some dry food with water to fill my stomach.

In the post station, Wang Anfeng asked the shopkeeper and the waiter for a long time, but there was no news. In the end, a slightly drunk guest recognized the small village that Aping was talking about and pointed out the direction.

After Wang Anfeng thanked him, seeing the uncontrollable brilliance in the child's eyes, he chuckled lightly, and gave up the idea of ​​bringing him here to order some food.

Perhaps, being able to see his father earlier would make him happier than any delicacies.

The young man was enlightened, but he began to miss the days of Daliang Village, Uncle Li, Uncle Wang, Mr. Jiang...

I don't know how the big guys are doing.

With this kind of inexplicable thoughts, Wang Anfeng took the child and drove the horse for about half an hour, and arrived at a village.

Looking around, there are only about a hundred or so houses, and the houses are relatively low. They look like they have been in disrepair for many years, and they are even more desolate than Daliang Village.

The sun was setting and there were few pedestrians on the road. There were some villagers sitting there. Although their faces were not hungry, they raised their heads to look at Wang Anfeng who was riding a horse. On their faces were a little numb vigilance and an undisguised expression. alert.

Wang Anfeng raised his hand to rein in the green horse, and said softly:

"Is this your home? Aping."

There was a look of joy in the child's eyes, and he nodded heavily.

"Ok!"

Heaving a sigh of relief, the young man got off the horse first, then took the child down, held the rein with one hand, and let A Ping pull him with the other, and walked towards the village.

The eyes of these villagers looking at Wang Anfeng were full of xenophobia, but when they fell on the face of A Ping, who was covered with scars, they were slightly startled and frightened, and then seemed to recognize his identity, with a hint of fright It turned into disgust and comprehension, mixed with high-ranking disdain, snorted coldly, turned his head away, and completely regarded Wang Anfeng and Wang Anfeng as non-existent.

It's hard to imagine that in such a short period of time, so many expressions can change on one face.

Looking at the faces of these people, Wang Anfeng pursed his lips.

At this time, he deeply realized a kind of desolation, a real desolation.

The desolation of the human heart.

In this poor village, these people have managed their own territories for generations and know every face in the village. They are highly respected figures here and enjoy absolute control over their own world. Everyone who sets foot in their world All outsiders will be regarded as provocations by them, and then they will drive this outsider out of their own world with hostile eyes and silent resistance, and then celebrate the return of familiar days.

This village is very small, how big can a village with hundreds of households be?

Wang Anfeng and A Ping arrived at the end of the village in less than ten minutes, and saw a low, dilapidated wooden house. A Ping let go of the boy's palm, cheered, and rushed into the wooden house, while Wang Anfeng stopped. He stopped and planned to give this time to their father and son.

Lifting his gaze, he scanned the dilapidated wooden house.

There are already two holes on the roof, which are covered with wooden boards, and the four corners are repaired by pressing stones together. The paper pasted on the windows is already dark gray, and several holes have been broken. Because of drying, it is extremely wrinkled and unsightly.

The young man raised his hand and tapped his forehead lightly, his gaze was exquisite.

There is still plenty of time. Before leaving, I can repair the house for them so as not to catch the cold.

It's been a long time since I repaired it... I was the one who pasted Li Bo's window...

I don't know if the craftsmanship has regressed.

The boy was a little lost.

At this moment, there was a sudden scream from inside the door, full of panic and fear.

Wang Anfeng's expression changed slightly, and he didn't care about anything at the moment. He strode forward and pushed the door straight in. The room was even more dilapidated. A Ping ran out from the back room in a panic, his footsteps hooked on the threshold, and he almost fell down. On the ground, Wang Anfeng raised his hand to support him, and pointed with his right hand to the boy's Neiguan acupoint, where internal energy is carried, to help him calm down and calm down, at the same time he gave a soft drink.

The internal force of the golden bell was running, and it seemed that a bell was ringing, shaking people's hearts. The panic on A Ping's face stagnated for a moment, and Wang Anfeng asked warmly:

"What happened, Ping?"

As if he had grasped the last support, the child grabbed Wang An's clothes with both hands, his voice trembling slightly, and said:
"Abba, Abba is gone..."

Wang Anfeng's expression changed slightly, he put his hands on Aping's shoulders, and said:
"Calm down first."

"Where does your father often go? What does he look like, tell me..."

"Let's go find it now, and ask the neighbors around by the way."

Perhaps it was because the Golden Bell Shade shook people's hearts, Ah Ping managed to regain his composure. He stuttered a bit and struggled to describe his father's appearance. Afterwards, Wang Anfeng and he found the sky was dark and there was no clue.

But when he asked those neighbors, he was impatient to talk to the two of them, and there was a lot of sarcasm in his words.

That night, Wang Anfeng let the child stay in the room, while relying on his martial arts skills, he continued to search, and even went to the surrounding mountains and forests for a while, but still found nothing.

When the morning sun rose, he suddenly realized that he had been looking for the whole night, bought some steamed buns and went back to Aping's house. He first patted his face to calm himself down, and then he pushed the door open and said in a warm voice:

"Ping, I already have some clues, come, eat something."

"Then we'll find..."

The voice fell, but no one answered, Wang Anfeng's expression changed slightly, he stepped in, and found no one at all, his eyes became sharp unconsciously, his eyes swept around, and in the field of vision, everything was clear and tense. His nerves were relaxed, he sighed softly, walked to the next wooden barrel with a buckle in the back, tapped it with his fingers, and said:
"What are you doing in there... come out."

The voice fell, but there was no response. Wang Anfeng frowned and said:

"Don't hide, I found out."

There was no response from the left and right, so he just raised his hand to open the wooden barrel, and sure enough, he saw A Ping hugged in a ball and stayed underneath. There was ash in the barrel, which sprinkled his head and face. Wang Anfeng raised his hand and patted his hair. Holding his face with his hands, he frowned and asked:
"What are you hiding here for?"

A Ping was silent for a moment, his eyes shifted, and his fingers gently scratched the ground.

The face that was already full of scars could be seen to be stubborn, and said in a low voice:

"Then, a sister said, just wait for you, three days."

"I can't drag you down."

"I'll find my dad by myself. He's so stupid, so he won't be able to get far... But, I can't, because we hurt you."

"You, already, have helped enough..."

The young man was moved when he heard the words, but he didn't know how to persuade this stubborn child who gave him a headache. At this moment, there was a rustling sound outside, and Wang Anfeng's expression changed slightly, while A Ping, who was bowing his head, seemed to be Being struck by lightning, his body stiffened for a moment, then he jumped up and rushed out the door in a hurry.

Wang Anfeng realized it, got up and went out, and saw the skinny child staring blankly at a scruffy man, the latter looked dumbfounded, looked at A Ping, but there was a look of heartache on his face, he opened his mouth, But he couldn't say anything coherent, as if he suddenly thought of something, he reached into his bosom, took out a candied haws covered with oil paper, and looked at A Ping with a silly smile.

"Candied haws, come back."

"Sugar, Aping, just."

"Will be back……"

Wang Anfeng opened his mouth, and saw that the boy who was still stubborn no matter how much he was ridiculed by the villagers trembled slightly. He cursed an idiot in a low voice, but his voice was weak. As if wanting to vent all the grievances, fears, and discomforts during this period, he burst into tears, the stupid man was at a loss, holding candied haws in his hand, with a dazed and silly face.

The palm of his hand lightly patted on Aping's back.

Does this mean that with candied haws, the lost child can come back by himself?
There is no such thing in this village, did they go to the county seat?

Wang Anfeng glanced over the candied haws, leaned against the door, and suddenly gave up his original idea of ​​taking Aping away and going to Fufeng to learn martial arts.

Besides, he doesn't necessarily want to.

The boy exhaled and quietly leaned against the door.

Many things are more important than superb martial arts.

For example, a father and son who depend on each other for life.

Such as the dignity of youth.

Over the village, there was a sudden whistling, and a silver-feathered flying eagle hovered and flew out of the clouds.

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