Chapter 2 second quarter
Two old servants lifted the brocade cloth cover, and a cloud of dust rose in the hall of "Feng Yilong Head Office".
What was exposed was a top chair, the pear wood material had turned a deep brown with age.The handlebars and the back of the chair are engraved with reliefs of various animals and symbols that symbolize auspiciousness. The handwork is very rough and vulgar, just like the decorations of cheap gods and ghosts in temples. One can tell that the chair is not a high-end product.
Since Han Liang became paralyzed due to illness, no one sat on this chair for a long time.
The old servant picked up a clean, brand new cloth towel, and slowly and carefully wiped every inch of the chair, as gently as a grandfather wipes his grandson after a bath.
They are the only two surviving members of Han Dong, the first generation boss of "Feng Yilong". They have been just low-level helpers for fifty years and have not made any major contributions.Maintaining and managing the head office of Jiuweifang is the greatest honor in their lives.
They didn't back away without saying a word until they were sure that the chairs had been wiped clean.
Zhang Shuai approached the top chair step by step.There was no one else in the hall, and the surroundings were very quiet. Every time he took a step, he could hear his heart beating a little faster.
Finally walking to the chair, Zhang Shuai stretched out his palm and lightly touched the handle of the chair.
At that moment, his breath was held.
Zhang Shuai closed his eyes, and continued to gently touch the handle with his palm, which was almost like caressing.A flush of excitement appeared on his face, and he also showed a rare heartfelt smile, and his breathing became short of breath.
Zhang Shuai opened his eyes and kept staring at the seat of the chair, unable to look away.Finally, the palm couldn't help it, and held the handle tightly.
"It's been so many years..."
Zhang Shuai couldn't help himself, and said everything in his heart.
"...Finally able to sit on it."
Meng Zhen closed the door softly, and walked across the room with softer steps.There is only a small oil lamp on the table in the room, and a beige paper cover is added. The dim yellow light makes the room look very warm, and it is easier to fall asleep than the darkness. Mengzhen walked carefully to avoid bumping into anything in the room.He stands by the bed. Tewa in the bed slept soundly, her nostrils retracted slightly with her breath, her white and thin cheeks were flushed, and her long and curved eyelashes fluttered from time to time, just like a child. ——Just like Mengzhen saw her for the first time when she was seven years old. He lowered his head and stared at her for a long time, and finally couldn't help stretching out his palm, pressing it lightly on her cheek, feeling her warmth. Tie Wa woke up.She didn't open her eyes, but moved her body under the quilt.From the smell of that palm, she knew it was her lover.She also stretched out her hand and pressed it on the back of his palm, bringing his palm closer to her face. "I woke you up." Meng Zhen said in a low voice with a smile. "It's so late? Are you okay?" "No." There was a calming power in Mengzhen's words. "everything is fine." "That's good." Tie Wa opened her eyes, and saw Meng Zhen's blue eyes and a gentle smile with a beard around her. For many years, Mengzhen has never been so satisfied.What a joy it feels to get back what belongs to me—including status, including women.Especially after such a long period of patience and waiting... There was a sound from Tie Wa's side.It was the seven-year-old girl who turned over half asleep, sleeping almost as quietly as her mother. Tie Wa clearly saw that when Meng Zhen shifted his eyes to the girl, that smile froze. She let go of Mengzhen's palm, sat up her upper body, hugged her daughter with both hands and patted gently, seeming to block Mengzhen from the outside intentionally or unintentionally. "Don't worry." Meng Zhen put away his smile. "I promised long ago that I would treat her well. Your daughter is my daughter, no matter who her father is." "Really?" Tie Wa turned back, holding Meng Zhen's palm tightly, her big bright eyes seemed to be begging. "Do not lie to me." "Since childhood, when have I lied to you?" Mengzhen felt that there was a sudden gap between himself and Tiewa, but he still forced a smile. "Trust me, everything will be fine in the future." Tie Wa closed her eyes and nodded, throwing herself into Meng Zhen's arms. Meng Zhen caressed her slightly curly long hair, but his blue eyes were still open, flashing a firm light. He will never let go of what he has worked so hard to get back.
Hussar spear five thousand eighty-four Step God of War Spear 25,765 Ring head iron knife one thousand eight hundred and seven Park knife three thousand five hundred and seventy Ghost head wooden inlaid copper shield 9442 Eighteen thousand seven hundred thirty-seven "Little Huang" put the book full of densely packed project numbers back on the table and rubbed his tired eyes. The huge warehouse is full of momentum, surrounded by all the instruments for killing and preventing being killed: bunches of sharp spears and arrows; machetes without sheaths piled in bamboo baskets, emitting a frightening cold light; Armor parts and shields are sorted and arranged in a wooden box larger than a coffin; the wooden stakes for three people hugging each other are lying on the ground, with steel protruding heads in the shape of monsters at the front; Battle Banner of Command... "Xiao Huang" glanced around, looking very satisfied.Most of the credit for being able to collect enough materials and produce such a large amount of sophisticated ordnance in just a few years. His attire is completely different from what he was in Piaocheng: a set of finely embroidered and woven clothes by hand; a gold silk crown that only nobles are qualified to wear; soft leather boots; The palm-sized golden token is engraved with ancient characters that few people can understand. "Little Huang" sat and meditated for a while, then picked up the buckskin envelope in the corner of the desk, the sealing seal had long been torn. His surname is not actually "Huang", but this letter is indeed addressed to him. He stroked the deerskin back and forth with his fingers, and the image of Yu Runsheng appeared again in his mind. Footsteps echoed loudly in the warehouse. "Xiao Huang" knows who is coming without looking.Besides him, there were only two people who could come in without notification: one was his uncle, who was the owner of the warehouse; the other was his brother.From the urgent footsteps, it was known that the person who came was the young one. "Brother Wang, I finally found you." The younger brother, who was much shorter and chubby than "Xiao Huang", walked to the desk with a smile.The clothes are as gorgeous as his elder brother's, and the same badge is worn around his waist, and the broad shoulders are full of restless energy. "It's so late, why don't you rest?" "I'm going to do it for a while." "Xiao Huang" shrugged. "By the way... what happened to the person who delivered the letter?" "As you ordered." The younger brother stroked the beard of his chin. "I've already taken a bath, and I gave him clothes to change. That guy is amazing. I saw him eating. He's more ferocious than a wild wolf. And..." "what?" "...the woman I sent to serve him was killed by him... I heard from the guard that the woman had died, but he was still there..." The younger brother showed a disgusted expression.After all, he is an aristocrat, so he can't say that dirty word—especially in front of his respected brother. "In short, treat him well." "Xiao Huang" looked back at the envelope. "If he wants another woman, give it to him, but don't let outsiders know about it, and don't tell uncle." The younger brother nodded. "To have such a subordinate... What kind of person is that surnamed Yu? Brother Wang seems to value him very much..." "Him?" "Little Huang" smiled, turning his fingers back and forth to play with the envelope, recalling the short relationship in Piaocheng. "...I don't know if it's my luck or his misfortune." "Xiao Huang"'s eyes lit up with a special brilliance. "If he hadn't been born in civilian clothes, he would probably be my most feared enemy today."
Meng Zhen closed the door softly, and walked across the room with softer steps.There is only a small oil lamp on the table in the room, and a beige paper cover is added. The dim yellow light makes the room look very warm, and it is easier to fall asleep than the darkness. Mengzhen walked carefully to avoid bumping into anything in the room.He stands by the bed. Tewa in the bed slept soundly, her nostrils retracted slightly with her breath, her white and thin cheeks were flushed, and her long and curved eyelashes fluttered from time to time, just like a child. ——Just like Mengzhen saw her for the first time when she was seven years old. He lowered his head and stared at her for a long time, and finally couldn't help stretching out his palm, pressing it lightly on her cheek, feeling her warmth. Tie Wa woke up.She didn't open her eyes, but moved her body under the quilt.From the smell of that palm, she knew it was her lover.She also stretched out her hand and pressed it on the back of his palm, bringing his palm closer to her face. "I woke you up." Meng Zhen said in a low voice with a smile. "It's so late? Are you okay?" "No." There was a calming power in Mengzhen's words. "everything is fine." "That's good." Tie Wa opened her eyes, and saw Meng Zhen's blue eyes and a gentle smile with a beard around her. For many years, Mengzhen has never been so satisfied.What a joy it feels to get back what belongs to me—including status, including women.Especially after such a long period of patience and waiting... There was a sound from Tie Wa's side.It was the seven-year-old girl who turned over half asleep, sleeping almost as quietly as her mother. Tie Wa clearly saw that when Meng Zhen shifted his eyes to the girl, that smile froze. She let go of Mengzhen's palm, sat up her upper body, hugged her daughter with both hands and patted gently, seeming to block Mengzhen from the outside intentionally or unintentionally. "Don't worry." Meng Zhen put away his smile. "I promised long ago that I would treat her well. Your daughter is my daughter, no matter who her father is." "Really?" Tie Wa turned back, holding Meng Zhen's palm tightly, her big bright eyes seemed to be begging. "Do not lie to me." "Since childhood, when have I lied to you?" Mengzhen felt that there was a sudden gap between himself and Tiewa, but he still forced a smile. "Trust me, everything will be fine in the future." Tie Wa closed her eyes and nodded, throwing herself into Meng Zhen's arms. Meng Zhen caressed her slightly curly long hair, but his blue eyes were still open, flashing a firm light. He will never let go of what he has worked so hard to get back.
Hussar spear five thousand eighty-four Step God of War Spear 25,765 Ring head iron knife one thousand eight hundred and seven Park knife three thousand five hundred and seventy Ghost head wooden inlaid copper shield 9442 Eighteen thousand seven hundred thirty-seven "Little Huang" put the book full of densely packed project numbers back on the table and rubbed his tired eyes. The huge warehouse is full of momentum, surrounded by all the instruments for killing and preventing being killed: bunches of sharp spears and arrows; machetes without sheaths piled in bamboo baskets, emitting a frightening cold light; Armor parts and shields are sorted and arranged in a wooden box larger than a coffin; the wooden stakes for three people hugging each other are lying on the ground, with steel protruding heads in the shape of monsters at the front; Battle Banner of Command... "Xiao Huang" glanced around, looking very satisfied.Most of the credit for being able to collect enough materials and produce such a large amount of sophisticated ordnance in just a few years. His attire is completely different from what he was in Piaocheng: a set of finely embroidered and woven clothes by hand; a gold silk crown that only nobles are qualified to wear; soft leather boots; The palm-sized golden token is engraved with ancient characters that few people can understand. "Little Huang" sat and meditated for a while, then picked up the buckskin envelope in the corner of the desk, the sealing seal had long been torn. His surname is not actually "Huang", but this letter is indeed addressed to him. He stroked the deerskin back and forth with his fingers, and the image of Yu Runsheng appeared again in his mind. Footsteps echoed loudly in the warehouse. "Xiao Huang" knows who is coming without looking.Besides him, there were only two people who could come in without notification: one was his uncle, who was the owner of the warehouse; the other was his brother.From the urgent footsteps, it was known that the person who came was the young one. "Brother Wang, I finally found you." The younger brother, who was much shorter and chubby than "Xiao Huang", walked to the desk with a smile.The clothes are as gorgeous as his elder brother's, and the same badge is worn around his waist, and the broad shoulders are full of restless energy. "It's so late, why don't you rest?" "I'm going to do it for a while." "Xiao Huang" shrugged. "By the way... what happened to the person who delivered the letter?" "As you ordered." The younger brother stroked the beard of his chin. "I've already taken a bath, and I gave him clothes to change. That guy is amazing. I saw him eating. He's more ferocious than a wild wolf. And..." "what?" "...the woman I sent to serve him was killed by him... I heard from the guard that the woman had died, but he was still there..." The younger brother showed a disgusted expression.After all, he is an aristocrat, so he can't say that dirty word—especially in front of his respected brother. "In short, treat him well." "Xiao Huang" looked back at the envelope. "If he wants another woman, give it to him, but don't let outsiders know about it, and don't tell uncle." The younger brother nodded. "To have such a subordinate... What kind of person is that surnamed Yu? Brother Wang seems to value him very much..." "Him?" "Little Huang" smiled, turning his fingers back and forth to play with the envelope, recalling the short relationship in Piaocheng. "...I don't know if it's my luck or his misfortune." "Xiao Huang"'s eyes lit up with a special brilliance. "If he hadn't been born in civilian clothes, he would probably be my most feared enemy today."