I don't have a strategy for quick time travel

Many people waited for the day of victory, but many did not.

Qi Shaohao put on a foolish look, walked in front of the hall with his grandma's carved pipe in his hand, knocking on his back.

Mr. Qi couldn't get used to it, but he couldn't do anything about it. After coughing, Shaohao Qi glanced back at the appearance of putting away his prodigal stuff.

"father."

He came into the hall and hid his pipe behind his back.

"Come here." Master Qi ordered angrily, pointing forward.

Qi Shaohao made an unlucky face behind his back, but Master Qi couldn't see it.

"What's wrong with Guan'er?" Guan'er is now the third young mistress, although it's arranged.

"No." Qi Shaohao said carelessly.

Mr. Qi took a sip of tea, the fragrance was bitter.He hesitated for a moment before saying:

"Then let's get a divorce."

Qi Shaohao thought he had heard wrongly, so he stared at the domineering father in front of him with wide eyes.The father and son are similar in appearance, but their personalities are quite different, and they feel even more alienated now.

"What?" he asked.

"Let's get a divorce, isn't it very fashionable now?" The old man stood up calmly.

"Dad, are you kidding me?"

Qi Shaohao didn't get the answer, Qi Dongchun had already turned around and walked towards the hall.He looked at the back of the old man, puzzled and delighted at the same time.

As far as Guan Er is concerned, she is definitely a good wife and mother, but he just doesn't like this kind of rules. He already has someone in his heart.As for why his father insisted that he marry Guan Er.Qi Shaohao took out the bong behind his back and tapped his shoulder blades, his eyes became blurred.

Qi Dongchun returned to the study.

The poorer the people, the more they will learn arty once they become rich and powerful.However, the Qi Family Study Room is different. Every book and calligraphy and painting here has its own meaning.

Qi Dongchun brushed past a picture of a peach forest on the wall, on which Du Mu's "Qing Ming" was crookedly inscribed.

There are many rains in the Qingming season, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.

Where is the restaurant? Shepherd boy refers to Xinghua Village.

He read it softly, slowly reached out and took it off the wall, and rolled it up.

"Father, let me go with you."

Guan Er was obediently standing beside the car, the girl was holding an umbrella.

"No need." Qi Dongchun didn't get into the prepared car but asked his servants to bring a horse.

Guan Er pursed her lips, wanted to say something but dared not say it.

"Let's have something to say." Qi Dongchun stepped on the horse, his figure was blurred by the drizzle, as if he had returned to the energetic appearance in his twenties.

"Father, I'm going back tomorrow."

"Ah."

Qi Dongchun responded lightly, flicked his whip, and galloped away.Never decisive, he is often seen as ruthless.

There is a small road behind Qi's house. The small road leads to the unnamed mountain. There are several graves on the unnamed mountain. A child, a woman, a man, and an acquaintance.

The rain drenched his clothes and also soaked his calligraphy and paintings.After running for a long time, the horse finally reached the front of the mountain.

It will be blown up to build the railway soon, and no one cares about the few lonely graves on it.

Qi Dongchun tied up his horse and walked up the small hill alone. The handwriting on the palm-width wooden tablet was already blurred, and the word "Linlang" could only be seen after careful identification.

"Today is Ching Ming."

No one answered.

"Guan'er is fine too."

Except for the drizzle, there is still silence.

"Hehe, what am I doing?"

Qi Dongchun smiled bitterly, took the wine in his hand, and poured it on the ground with the rain.

When the wine was exhausted, he took out the calligraphy and painting from his clothes and tried to light it, but it couldn't be lit, so he kept lighting it like he was angry with someone, until one corner dried up and caught fire.

"I won't come again. If you have any grudges or grievances, you can repay them in the next life."

He didn't know when he was already sitting on the ground, more than half of the painting in his hand was burnt, and the poem on the painting would be burned away, leaving only the seal-cut seal with the word "Lin Lang" in the corner.

"He'll be waiting."