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Summer of 1960.Beijing.

Zhang Qishan got off the car, and the two guards at the gate of the courtyard saluted Zhang Qishan: "Commander, you are back."

"Where's Zhang Yingren?"

"School isn't over yet... Commander?"

"Call me back," Zhang Qishan walked into the room and put his general coat on the hanger, "You drive to pick him up, the sooner the better."

"Yes."

The guard didn't know what the commander was going to do, so he had to drive to pick up his seven-year-old young master Zhang Ying.Zhang Ying is Zhang Qishan's only son. When Zhang Ying was four years old, Zhang Qishan's wife passed away, leaving only such a precious son.

Zhang Qishan sat at the table, resting his forehead with one hand.There are still photos of him and his wife on the Eight Immortals table.There is only one photo, which was taken in a photo studio in Beiping in 1948.

He reached out to touch the cheek of the young woman in the photo, with such a gentle smile, as if he had seen it just yesterday.

"I thought you wouldn't come back."

Zhang Qishan suddenly came back to his senses, but when he turned around, he saw a thin middle-aged man in a Chinese tunic suit sitting on the seat and drinking tea.

"When did you come?"

"It's been a while since your guard let me in."

"It's going to change."

"Is it really worth it when you did that?"

The man had a smile on his lips, not ridiculed, but sad.Looking at that smile, Zhang Qishan suddenly seemed to have returned to the day of the founding ceremony. This person was also standing beside him, and before he walked up the tower, asked him softly:

——"Buddha, do you want me to accompany you up?"

——"No need, this building is not so easy to get to."

It was also this person who asked him puzzledly, "Is it worth doing this?"

Is it worth it?

"There is nothing worth it or not," Zhang Qishan hugged the photo in his arms, "I have come to this point, and I have no way out."

"You really want to stay? It won't do you any good to stay here."

"I have paved the way. According to the current situation, we will not live for long. The signs of turmoil are not obvious yet, but people with a discerning eye have already seen it."

"That's not what you said ten years ago. You told me at that time that the world is finally going to stabilize."

Zhang Qishan didn't get entangled in the turmoil issue: "Second brother, are you going?"

"Don't go. The girl is still waiting for me."

Zhang Qishan laughed: "Why are you?"

Er Yuehong finally put down her teacup: "I'm not accompanying you. Xiaojiu won't leave either. He's too deep to leave. What's more, the girl is still waiting for me underground. How can she be at ease without me?" .”

"This world has never been safe." Zhang Qishan looked at the door, and the guard who picked up Zhang Ying hadn't returned yet. "After all these years, I'm also tired."

"Since you're tired, why don't you go?"

"I always want to see how the sun sets."

"What about Zhang Ying?"

"Together with the youngest, the third, the sixth, and the eighth, take them to Taiwan or Hong Kong, and wait for the turmoil to pass before finding a chance to come back."

"Come back again?"

"How else? The foundations of the old nine sects are all here."

There was the sound of a car at the door, Zhang Ying jumped out of the car, and hurriedly ran to the main room with her schoolbag: "Dad! What's the matter...the second uncle is here too?"

Zhang Qishan waved to his son: "Come here, Dad has something to tell you."

Zhang Ying put down her schoolbag, looked at Er Yuehong, and then walked to her father: "What does Dad want to tell me?"

"The weather is going to change in Beijing. Dad is worried that you won't be able to take it anymore." Zhang Qishan stroked his son's hair, feeling a little prickly. "Your Uncle Qi is going outside, you can go with him."

The seven-year-old boy seemed to understand something: "Why? I don't want to..."

"It's not whether you want to, but you have to go." Zhang Qishan's face darkened, "Be obedient, you are still young, don't join in the fun."

"Will Uncle Wu go?" Zhang Ying was very upset. His Uncle Wu, Old Dog Wu, was the most interesting person. Uncle Qi would make fun of him, so he didn't go with him.

"If he doesn't go, they won't go for two whites and three provinces."

"Then why do I..."

"obedient."

"……I see."

Xiao Zhangying was very depressed. When he knew that he was going to Hong Kong, he was a little happier. When he knew that he would live in Hong Kong under his father's name, he almost jumped off the boat and went back to Beijing.

Zhang Ying in Beijing and Zhang Qishan in Hong Kong did not understand the significance of their father's actions until many years later.But before that, those fathers were indescribably turbulent, sweeping the entire mainland of China.

In 1969, Zhang Ying received news of Zhang Qishan's death.The eldest young master of the Zhang family did not shed tears, he suddenly understood why his father insisted on changing his name to Zhang Qishan.

——"Go back?"

——"Not yet."