70s rebirth daily

Chen Bingwen obviously realized something, his eyes darkened, and he looked at Song Fengchen.

Song Fengchen flipped his right hand, and the mahogany sword that was lying flat on the dining table flew into his palm.

The few bodyguards on the side didn't care about the surprise, and became vigilant.

The air is sober.

The knock on the door continued, and the head of the tall bodyguard walked up, opened the door, and faced a young face, his pupils shrank slightly: "Ning Wu, why are you here?"

"Uncle Gao." Chen Ningwu yelled at the tall bodyguard, poked his head in, and said, "Brother Gongzhi came to Yangshi on a business trip, and I came to play with him, and I happened to meet Uncle Yan, who said my father Here, so I came over to see..."

The tall bodyguard immediately turned his body sideways and looked back at Chen Bingwen.

"Dad, who are you?" Chen Ningwu walked into the door, his eyes fell on Song Fengchen from the corner of his eyes, and then he looked at the messy things on the dining table. He stopped and stepped on the silver dollar impartially.

The smile on Chen Ningwu's face froze little by little. He glanced at the expressionless Chen Bingwen, lowered his head, and moved his left foot to reveal the silver dollar on the ground.

He could even see clearly the two toothpick-sized dragon horns printed on the silver dollar.

With a bang, the tall bodyguard behind Chen Ningwu raised his hand and closed the door tightly.

"Dad," Chen Ningwu reached out to pick up the silver dollar, twirled it between his fingers, and raised his head, "What happened?"

"What happened, don't you still know?" Chen Bingwen said coldly, his temples were bulging with veins, and there was no trace of grief on his face: "It's time now, Chen Ningwu, you don't have to talk to me anymore. I pretended to be confused."

Song Fengchen asked him, "Who is he?"

Chen Bingwen sullenly said, "My youngest adopted son."

It turned out to be just an adopted son.

Song Fengchen was thoughtful, looking at Chen Ningwu, he always felt that something was weird.

Chen Ningwu clicked his tongue, and casually threw away the silver dollar in his hand. Amid the crisp sound of the impact, he smiled and said, "I didn't expect to be discovered by you so soon."

Chen Bingwen's eyes were burning with anger, and he panted, "Chen Ningwu, how can I, Chen Bingwen, be sorry for you, you want to hurt me like this? If I hadn't picked you up back then, fed you, clothed you, and went to school, You've starved to death on the streets."

Chen Ningwu sneered, but did not speak.

Chen Bingwen calmed down a little bit, and naturally considered more comprehensively. He looked at Chen Ningwu stubbornly: "I don't understand, if something happened to me, what good will it do to you...or maybe you were there for a purpose from the very beginning. Contact me, no, how old were you at that time, or were you also instructed by others?"

Chen Ningwu didn't want to break up with Chen Bingwen so much at all, he sneered and said, "I want to kill you, so I don't need so many reasons, you're lucky this time—"

He looked at Song Fengchen: "But do you think you can save you by finding such a young boy?"

Before he could finish speaking, Song Fengchen raised the mahogany sword in his hand, and ran violently in the direction of Chen Ningwu, and appeared in front of Chen Ningwu in the blink of an eye.

Before the long sword arrived, the whistling sound had arrived, Chen Ningwu's pupils tightened, and before he had time to be amazed by Song Fengchen's strength, he clenched his fists, a dark green true energy burst out from his dantian, and immediately raised his arms to block the attack. in front of you.

"boom--"

When the sword energy collided violently with the dark green true energy, a burst of lingering energy spread around like a wave, followed by Chen Ningwu's face turning pale, and he flew out backwards.

It happened so suddenly, when Chen Bingwen realized it, a gust of wind wrapped around the calligraphy and painting chairs in the box and slammed it towards him fiercely.

He was dazed for half a second, and then he was protected by the bodyguards behind him.

The wind stopped.

Chen Bingwen was lifted up from the ground by the bodyguards. He shook his head and wiped off the sawdust on his face. When he fixed his eyes again, Chen Ningwu fell to the ground with twisted limbs.

The peach wood sword in Song Fengchen's hand was only left with the hilt, and the blade seemed to be broken into several pieces scattered on the ground, he stepped on Chen Ningwu's face, condescendingly, and said in a calm tone: "What did you just say? "

Chen Ningwu's eyes popped out, and as his internal organs became a mess, he spurted out a mouthful of blood, with a grim expression on his face: "How is that possible?"

"How is it impossible? You, an old man in his 40s, can rejuvenate his youth. I..." At this point, Song Fengchen shut up decisively as if he had thought of something.

40 years old?

Hearing this, everyone present looked at Chen Ningwu, who looked like a high school student on the ground, with expressions of disbelief.

At this moment, there was another knock on the door, and a middle-aged man's voice came from outside the box: "Mr. Chen, what's going on inside, are you okay?"

Obviously attracted by the sound in the box.

Chen Bingwen came back to his senses, and immediately raised his voice: "Director Yan, it's nothing, I'm dealing with a private matter here, so there's a little more noise."

"That's fine, it's fine."

Sending people away through the door, Chen Bingwen waved away the tall bodyguard who was supporting him, and turned to look at Chen Ningwu: "Who are you?"

Chen Ningwu gasped for breath, and suddenly laughed. He spat out a mouthful of blood, with a confident expression on his face, as if he insisted that Chen Bingwen dare not do anything to him, "Who am I, you ask?"

Song Fengchen moved his foot on Chen Ningwu's face, Chen Ningwu turned his head with difficulty, and looked at Chen Bingwen, his eyes were full of mischief: "Do you still remember that 30 years ago, at the Dengzhou Railway Station, you met the disabled begging for you?" Little beggar."

Chen Bingwen opened his mouth, looking dazed.

Chen Bingwen's father was a high-ranking government official during the Republic of China. 31 years ago, his father was arrested and imprisoned because of the lack of air pay. At that time, when the two parties were fighting the most intensely, the higher-ups deliberately killed chickens and monkeys. As a result, his father became a dead soul under guns. Chen Bingwen The mansion was also copied, and the Chen family was defeated.

In the past, all relatives and friends avoided seeing him, and Chen Bingwen had nowhere to turn for help. After cleaning up his father's body, he planned to take his wife and children back to his hometown to settle down.

Unexpectedly, they encountered bandits on the way. When fleeing for their lives, his wife and his son separated from him.

After that, Chen Bingwen, who managed to escape back to his hometown, sent away his old mother who was lingering in the bed. The penniless rich young master rolled up his sleeves and found a job as a tea shop accountant who could barely make ends meet.

Half a year later, Chen Bingwen passed Dengzhou Railway Station on his way to reconcile accounts with the shopkeeper of the tea shop.

There he met a little beggar who looked exactly like his own son, and the excited look on the other side told him that he did not recognize the wrong person.

The little beggar grabbed his trouser leg and tried to recognize him.

At that moment, Chen Bingwen thought a lot.

Perhaps the leader of the begging gang is watching them nearby, and their reaction may lead to the pursuit of these crazy guys.

Taking a step back, what happens after he takes his son back?

His son was not just missing arms and legs, he was also blind in one eye and lost his tongue.

There is no doubt that this degree of disability is useless.

He can't afford it.

Time stood still for a moment, and Chen Bingwen, who came back to his senses, seemed to have made up his mind.

He took two steps back, broke away from the little beggar's hand that was gripping his trouser leg, and said in a hasty tone, 'It's so dirty, don't touch me'.

After saying this, he hurriedly rushed into the crowd without looking back.

Forced to make such a choice, Chen Bingwen said in his heart that it was impossible not to feel uncomfortable.

But the days will go on, time is like running water, and it will be 20 years in a flash.

One winter 20 years later, Chen Bingwen knocked down a scrawny child at the corner of the street, who looked very much like his son.

In a trance, Chen Bingwen had a stalk in his heart, and then thought of his mother.

When he was young, although his mother couldn't hold up a blue sky for him because of her cowardly nature, she loved him very much. This was his only comfort in the cold and absurd Chen mansion.

He got married when he was 15 years old, to his mother's niece next door to her natal family, and when he was 22 years old, there was still nothing under his knees. It was the happiest time for his bastards and brothers to dance.Because of the issue of heirs, he was often ridiculed by these guys overtly and secretly.

His mother was very anxious about this, and she didn't know how many hairs she lost.

In order to reassure his mother, but also because of some other reasons, Chen Bingwen sent him to his mother when his son was born, and asked her to take care of him.

Those were the years when his mother laughed the most since he could remember.

Out of nostalgia for his mother, Chen Bingwen resisted the discomfort in his heart because of the similar face to his son, adopted the child, and named him Chen Ningwu, which was exactly the same as his son.

Chen Bingwen came back to his senses, he looked at Chen Ningwu, trembling all over: "You, you are..."

Chen Ningwu's eyes were cold, "Yes, I'm back for revenge!"