The weakling is reborn: the delicate one comes into my arms

After more than a year of rehabilitation, Xiao Sheng has completely recovered. Although his temples are getting whiter, he is still handsome after turning fifty.

After this catastrophe, the once austere temperament around me became much warmer and relaxed.

He raised his hand and patted Xiao Jingchuan's shoulder heavily, "Well done."

Many words are left unsaid.

His son is already taller than him, with broad shoulders, a strong back, and calm and determined eyes. He is a man who can protect his family.

Xiao Jingchuan nodded and smiled lightly.

Tang Jiao was so happy that he hugged Lin Xiaopei's arm and acted coquettishly:

"Mom, you didn't tell me when you came back."

Lin Xiaopei felt very comfortable being called out, and she responded repeatedly and patted the back of her hand:

"I just arrived, and I thought I would be late. Oh, if we didn't have to do the final inspection, we would have been back two days earlier! Your father can't even sit still, he is more anxious than me..."

Xiao Jingchuan looked at it with a smile and stretched out his hand to twist the shiny gold piece on Tang Jiao's head.

"Frog Qu... Our Mr. Xiao's parents are so young, and this family is so good-looking, so awesome!"

Wan Meimei hooked Ye Xuewei's arm and sighed.

"We, Dr. Tang, are so happy. If he hadn't known that I thought she was my biological daughter, I really should have photographed her for my father to see. Look at my parents-in-law. He is my biological father, and he only gives me mental blows every day. ."

Ye Xuewei comforted her in a funny and friendly manner: "Uncle Wan hopes that his daughter will become a phoenix."

Wan Meimeile: "Then no matter how hard I try, I can only reach the level of a loach."

Dinner was served in the castle villa.

In the courtyard, lights were lit on the spacious lawn, and an exquisite long table was set up, filled with delicacies.

A group of 10 people all took their seats.

During the dinner, the conversation was so dense that I couldn't finish it.

Lin Xiaopei looked happily at a circle of young people talking and laughing.

"Xiaoyang, good things are coming soon for you, right?"

Qi Dongyang put down his chopsticks, smiled and held Qin Li's hand next to him:

"Go get the certificate next month and hold the wedding at the end of the month. Aunt Xiao and Uncle Xiao, you will be rewarded."

Lin Xiaopei covered her mouth and said happily: "Ouch! That's going to be soon. Congratulations. My uncle and aunt will definitely prepare a big gift."

Qi Dongyang glanced at Xiao Jingchuan and said happily: "I was overtaken by Jingchuan on the curve."

Qin Li made a sound and looked at Tang Jiao teasingly.

Tang Jiao smiled and cleared his throat, pretending not to see it.

He tilted his upper body, rubbed his elbow against Xiao Jingchuan, who was smiling beside him, looked up at the night sky where fireworks were still going on, and asked:

"How many fireworks have been arranged, it's been more than an hour."

Xiao Jingchuan chuckled: "What's happening now was not arranged by me."

"Ok?"

"Thanks to President Xiao, the entire city is celebrating the New Year."

Chu Fei put down his mobile phone and said with a smile: "Many people joined in the fun and bought fireworks to set off, and they were all trending."

Qi Dongyang immediately took out his mobile phone and looked at Weibo. After a while, he laughed so much that he slapped the table:

"Hahahahaha! Let me read it to you——

"#Mysterious Overlord Shows Love and Proposes with Fireworks All Over the City# triggered a wave of fireworks throughout the city, and all the fireworks sales points were sold out and closed hahahahaha!"

...

Jingzhou City is a small village on the edge of the city.

The paint-peeling street lights flickered on and off at the intersection, and there was an old trash can next to it.

The garbage above has long been filled up and piled on the ground. There is a group of black flies or something else living on it, giving off a stink that makes people avoid it.

Walking along the dusty cement road, you will see one- and two-story old houses and bungalows along the way.

The tallest building is probably a three-story dilapidated building as far as the eye can see. There is a big word "Demolish" written in red paint on the wall.

It was only around seven o'clock in the evening, but almost every household here had closed their gates, and the alleys were dark.

It was quiet all around, except for the chirping of insects and the occasional barking of a dog.

The dazzling fireworks in the sky as far as the eye can see are divided into two completely different worlds.

"Kara! Zhi——"

An old and rusty rolling shutter door was pulled upward from the outside, making a tooth-wrenching sound. When it was pulled to the height of half a person, it became impossible to move up.

Holding on to the doorknob, the old, skinny hand covered with age spots loosened its grip and casually patted the rust on the palm of the hand.

The old man looked up at the sky and wondered: "How can we set off so many fireworks tonight? There are still a few months before the Chinese New Year."

The tall black figure standing beside him did not reply.

The old man patted the dust on the edge of the rolling shutter door as usual.

"come in."

After saying that, he took the lead and got in with his back bent.

The word "diamond" is not appropriate. The white-haired old man wearing a faded gown is thin and stooped, not much higher than the height of the door.

The tall and thin Bai Sheng stood in front of the rolling shutter door that only reached his waist. His pale face, in the autumn night, was as cold and white as if he had crawled out of the ground somewhere.

His face was very dull, and when he glanced at the faded children's simple drawing of an airplane next to the spider web in the lower right corner of the rolling shutter door, his eyes suddenly darkened.

"noob?"

The old man's voice came out from inside, sounding hollow and weak.

Bai Sheng retracted his eyes, pressed his white gloves on the black loose silk shirt in front of him, squatted down and bent over to move in, without the top of his head being touched by the spider web under the rolling shutter door.

Two footsteps, one heavy and one light, walked up the stairs through the dust on the floor.

The paint on the iron handrails had long since peeled off, exposing the rusty black-brown iron, which was even penetrated by rust in some places.

"Ever since your uncle Fang and his wife went there 6 years ago, this place has become completely unpopular."

The old man grabbed the spider silk in the middle of the corner with his bare hands and spoke slowly.

Bai Sheng walked behind him silently.

On the second floor, there is a room on the left and right sides of the entrance. The door is closed, and the many psoriasis advertisements posted on the door are so sticky that they are moldy and peeling off.

After walking down the narrow red tiled corridor less than ten meters, there is a green rusty iron door in the far corner.

Paint was splashed on the door and walls, and large blood-red paint letters were painted on them:

"Pay back the money!" "Pay back the money!" "Pay back the money!"

Even after many years, it is still very scary.

Bai Sheng looked at the crooked bloody words with calm eyes, his expression unchanged.

The old man took out a bunch of keys from his pocket and rummaged for a while before grabbing one of them. After a while of effort, he stuffed it in and opened the door.

The musty, stale smell of stagnant air for a long time came to my face.

Bai Sheng turned his face sideways, covered his mouth and nose with his white gloves, frowned, and finally showed disgust.

"No one has been here in almost 30 years. It's okay to catch up with the demolition this time."

The old man raised his hand, waved the dust, and walked in.

Inside is a somewhat small one-bedroom and one-living room.

If you ignore the old, moldy and peeling walls and the spider webs everywhere, the furnishings here look like someone is still living there.