Li Qinghuan

Where he couldn't see, the smile in He Li's eyes faded: "Didn't you say that we have a long future."

Ji Qing took a deep breath, and forced the corners of his mouth to twitch: "Yes, the future will be long."

He Li took a step back gently: "Okay, Heming, you should leave earlier, it's too dark to hurry."

Although he was reluctant to give up, parting would always come, and he hoped that he was safe.

Ji Qing didn't speak, and turned to look out the window.

"What's wrong?" He Li asked.

Ji Qing was silent for a long time, and said softly: "Happy birthday, Ah Li."

He Li was stunned for a moment, then smiled brightly: "I'm very happy."

After speaking, he patted his shoulder and urged: "Okay, let's go, Heming."

Ji Qing nodded and left the room.

Qin Yang didn't know what he was busy with, and he couldn't make it back until Ji Qing left.

He Li stood at the gate of the village, watching Ji Qing leave. In the ice and snow, Ji Qing led the horse and walked slowly down the mountain, lonely.

And lonely, He Li tried his best to restrain the urge to catch up, watching Ji Qing's back slowly disappear, the white clothes blended with the snowy sky, and finally disappeared.

He Li remembered that he stood at the door for a long time that day, so long that his limbs became a little stiff, and a thick layer of white snow fell on his shoulders for so long.

In the end, it was Baozi who hurried over and pulled him back into the house.

He Li knows in his heart that this is just the beginning, and there will be many days like this in the future where we get together less and leave more.

"Wait to help grandfather deal with Donghu's messy things, wait until the world is peaceful, wait until our fate can be decided by ourselves, and when that happens, never be separated from him again." He Li thought so.

As soon as He Li returned to the house, he saw an extremely familiar wooden box by the stove. He smiled, walked over, stretched out his hand and opened the wooden box, and there was a long gun lying quietly in it—Soul Killer.

This was a birthday gift given to him by Nianqing last year, and he liked it very much, but he was still King Yu of the Great Wei, and he dared not and could not openly pick up this magic weapon that had been silent for more than 2000 years.

He Li held the gun body and took it out of the brocade box with a little effort.

The spear was stuck on the ground, without much force, a thin crack appeared on the bluestone bricks on the ground, and the gun body hummed, as if to indicate that the sharp blade would eventually be unsheathed.

He Li sat on the chair next to him, picked up the silk and began to wipe it carefully.

Baozi stood aside and stared at it for a long time. After a while, he said cautiously, "Master, can I touch it?"

He Li raised his head, feeling a little funny, raised his hand and handed Killing Soul to Baozi: "Touch it."

Baozi quickly wiped his hands on the lapel of his shirt, and then took it carefully. Unexpectedly, the gun was too heavy, and Baozi fell heavily to the ground before he could hold it firmly.

He Li chuckled, bent down and picked up the spear that fell on the ground: "Little brat, you're not good at holding weapons."

Baozi pursed his lips, ran to him and sat down: "I know, son, it's just that this long gun looks so good, I just wanted to touch it, but I didn't expect you to throw it to me directly, and I didn't expect it to be so heavy. I can't even pick it up."

Baozi rested his chin on his hand, and kept talking non-stop.

He Li freed up a hand, and lightly tapped Baozi's forehead: "It's weird if you can hold it."

Baozi muttered, "I think you can hold it easily, my lord."

He Li didn't answer, he stretched out a hand to grab the bun by the collar, and picked up the bun like a chick: "It's quite easy for me to hold you."

Baozi struggled to break free from He Lidi's restraint, and said in shock: "My lord, why didn't I realize that you have such great strength before? When did you practice behind my back?"

"Natural." He Li said without raising his head.

It was indeed born, and he didn't pay much attention to it before. He didn't feel that something was wrong until he punched the lion to death last time. Although the lion was probably drugged at the time, he wanted to kill it with one punch. A male lion is still not something that ordinary people can do, and after learning martial arts from Yuan Qingyang, Yuan Qingyang also said so, and Yuan Qingyang's vision can't be wrong if you think about it.If he is willing to accept disciples, it must be because of his superiority.For example, Ji Luoyan was born very alert and sensitive to the five senses. For example, he himself was stronger than ordinary people. For those who practiced martial arts, this was a natural advantage.

And Ji Qing, Ji Qing...Ji Qing...Thinking of Ji Qing, He Li couldn't help laughing, for him, there was nothing about Ji Qing that wasn't extraordinary.

Seeing his smile, Baozi felt inexplicable: "My lord, why are you smirking?"

He Li came back to his senses, coughed lightly to cover up his embarrassment: "No, it's nothing."

Baozi: "But you're obviously just smirking!"

He Li raised his forehead, thinking that he didn't know whether Baozi was stupid or innocent.

Baozi was totally unaware that he had been given the title of 'fool' in his son's heart, so he said cheerfully, "Young master, are you thinking of your pretty brother?"

Pretty brother?Not too silly.

He Li smiled and changed the subject: "Where is Luoyan? Why are you guarding me here? Aren't you going to play with Luoyan?"

Baozi replied: "The injury from Luoyan hasn't healed yet. I've always felt tired these days, and now I fell asleep."

He Li nodded, so it turns out that Ji Luoyan is still young, not as thick-skinned as Ji Qing, and was abused by the Ji family when he was young, so it's normal for him to be weak because he doesn't have enough food and clothing to keep warm.

Baozi lowered his head and sighed like an adult.

He Li couldn't help laughing: "What's wrong with Baozi?"

Baozi shook his head: "Nothing."

He Li smiled: "It's nothing, why are you sighing?"

Baozi still looked dejected, but it was obvious at a glance that he was pretending, his eyes quietly glanced at He Li.

But he still insisted: "It's nothing, son."

After He Li wiped the soul, he put it back into the box, imitating Baozi's appearance and supported his chin with one hand: "Are you sure you don't want to say?"

Baozi sighed pretentiously again, and then said, "Master, did you call me Baozi when you picked me up?"

It turned out that he was troubled by this, He Li smiled, reached out and touched Baozi's head: "I picked you up for five or six years, right?"

Baozi shook his head honestly: "I don't know."

He Li did the math, it must have been six years, and the bun was picked up after he met Ah Ying, but the bun was too small at that time, so He Li handed him over to the nurse in the palace to take care of him. For several years, when Baozi grew up to remember, Ah Ying was already dead.

But counting it now, Baozi is already 12 years old, and he will be considered a teenager in two years.

The buns were picked up by He Li from the garbage dump. Even though six years had passed, He Li could still recall the scene at that time. He Li had just come out of the palace, opened the sedan chair curtain, and happened to see a little doll in the car. I didn't think too much about rummaging through the garbage dump, and I pulled him into the sedan chair and took him home.

After raising the child, he grew fat and fat. He Li couldn't help laughing when he saw the child who was caught stealing steamed buns in the kitchen, and said casually, "You like eating steamed stuffed buns so much. Let’s call it Baozi from now on.”

Ah Ying also died at that time, so Baozi naturally became He Li's little follower.

This little follower has been raised for six years, and He Li has long regarded him as a younger brother in his heart.

The name 'Baozi' is also the same. It has been called for several years. Now that Baozi has grown up, it is not appropriate to have a proper name.

I think this little brat has been troubled by this for many days. Everyone has a name and a surname, but he is called Baozi.

He Li thought of this, looked at the little kid in front of him, and said, "You're not too young, I'll give you a proper name someday, let's change it."

Baozi said in surprise, "Really?"

"Really." He Li nodded, "If you have a favorite name, you can also tell me."

Baozi cheered, stood up and bounced around the room several times, and finally jumped in front of He Li and hugged him: "Thank you, young master! Thank you, young master!"

He Li was so troubled by him that he couldn't laugh or cry, and patted his head: "Thank you, I was negligent before."

Baozi still smiled happily: "Not negligent! The young master has treated me very well."

He Li was helpless, thinking that he might not treat you well enough.

Baozi hugged He Li's waist tightly, strangling him almost out of breath.

He Li patted Baozi's back: "Okay, let me go, I'll be strangled to death by you later."

Baozi twisted his buttocks: "Neither loose nor loose, the young master treats me best."

He Li chuckled, and let it go.

Baozi is not tall enough to reach He Li's chest by standing on tiptoe. Maybe it's because he was short of food and clothing when he was a child, and no matter how much he ate later, he didn't grow much, or he was weighed down by his fat body and grew to the widest part.

He Li lowered his hands, and let the little brat hug him for a while.

When Baozi let go of him, his eyes were red and moist.

He Li knelt down and gently wiped Baozi's tears: "Why are you crying?"

Baozi rubbed his face and shook his head: "Nothing sir, I just feel so happy all of a sudden."

He Li patted his head with a smile, but didn't speak.

Baozi looked at him with tears in his eyes, and suddenly said, "My lord, can I call you daddy?"

The hand that He Li stretched out to wipe his tears froze in mid-air, and said in horror, "W-what?!"

Baozi didn't give up, and said again: "Young master, can I call you daddy?"

He Li said angrily: "You call me 'Daddy'? Ji Heming is two years older than me and you call him a pretty brother. I'm not as good-looking as him, so you want to call me Dad?!"

When Baozi heard this, he froze in place, and forgot to suck his snot back: "That's right."

After finishing speaking, he immediately regretted it. After carefully recalling He Li's words, Baozi quickly explained: "No, my son, it's not because the handsome brother is prettier than you. In Baozi's heart, you are equally good-looking, and you are the best match!"

He Li gritted his teeth and said, "Then why do you treat him as your brother and me as your father?"

Baozi didn't know how to explain it for a while, he hesitated for a long time: "I, I just, just because I am so grateful to you, sir."

He Li raised his forehead, not knowing whether to cry or laugh: "Just call me Dad, anyway, I also treat you as my younger brother, so you can treat me as your elder brother from now on."

Baozi rushed forward again: "Really?"

He Li nodded: "Why lie to you?"

Baozi has no one to rely on, and He Li has no relatives other than Old General He. It is not bad to have such a younger brother. As for Ji Qing...Ji Qing cannot be regarded as relatives, Ji Qing is a lover, he is...Lang Jun.

Baozi didn't take into account his endless thoughts, so he rushed forward and hugged He Li, and called his brother happily.

When He Li didn't pay attention, he threw him onto the chair and threw his arms full.