Chapter 1: Wedge End and Start ()

Under Mount Hua.

Qingquan Town.

The sun was warm at noon, and the autumn wind blew up gusts of dust. Today, something seemed to happen to Tang Yuanwai's house. The servants of the Tang family went in and out in the tavern and cloth. Most of the doctors from the two clinics in the town were missing, and they were probably invited to leave.

"Is it possible that Mr. Tang's family wants to add children?" Someone who is accused of it guessed, but he didn't know that he hit the nail on the head.

At this time, in a quiet and unique small courtyard in the Tang Mansion, a rich middle-aged man was walking anxiously. Several servants stood a few steps away, and none of them dared to go up and persuade him to stop and rest for a while.

From time to time, a burst of pain that seemed undepressed came from the room, which made the middle-aged man look even more impatient and his steps were getting faster and faster.

"Why haven't you come out yet? Why did it take so long?" After a while of impatience and helplessness, the usually pampered official made the face of sweating. Gradually, he became more and more impatient. He had not seen a woman give birth to a child, but he had never waited for so long. Besides, he was nearly fifty years old and had seven daughters, but no son. He was already anxious. Since the third wife got pregnant again, the whole family regarded her as a treasure, for fear of neglecting her. What he hoped for was to have a son.

The third wife could not be born for a long time, and Mr. Tang was so anxious that it was not just a matter of safety of mother and son. A large part of it was the desire for her son, as well as the anxiety and helplessness of waiting for the judgment of fate.

God knows that this time it must be a son...

You know, he has given birth to seven daughters in a row, and at his age, if he wants to create conditions, he is gradually unable to do so.

"Wow—" I remembered the baby's cry.

"I've given birth... Mr. Tang! The wife is born, she's a young man!... The mother and son are safe!" An old woman with wrinkles opened the door and ran out excitedly.

When Tang Yuanwai heard "It's a young man", his brain was in chaos, and only joy was left in his mind and his body was rippling. "Son, I have a son..." As for "mother and son are safe", he did not hear a single word.

"Congratulations to the master, congratulations to the master." The servant standing next to him ran over to congratulate him at this time, hoping that the master would be in a good mood and give him a reward.

Mr. Tang woke up slightly, but did not disappoint the servants. He laughed loudly: "Today we hold a long banquet, and invite the fellow villagers to celebrate together. Come and pay 20 taels of silver, 5 taels of silver for Grandma Zhang, and the rest for the servants at home."

Lai Fu responded and left happily. The old woman who came out to report the good news was about to laugh out loud.

Mr. Tang called Lai Fu again and said, "Go to tell the kitchen first, Master, I want to have a vegetarian banquet tonight. I will fast for three days to thank the great Bodhisattva."

After giving the order, Mr. Tang tidied up his clothes, calmed down his excitement, and then walked towards the inner room.

Tang Yuanwai had three wives in total. At this time, the other two wives were sitting in the room, one holding the third concubine's hand and talking, while the other was peeling an apple.

Seeing Mr. Tang walking in, the two stood up, the eldest lady held the baby in her hand and said, "Master, it's a boy."

"Okay, OK, OK..."

Mr. Tang had heard Wenpo say it, but now he heard his wife mention it, he still couldn't say anything and said three good words in a row. Looking like he looked on the bed, he saw that the third wife Zheng was already asleep.

The second wife, Ning, whispered: "Sister is tired."

Mr. Tang nodded: "Let me see the child."

The eldest lady hurriedly brought the child reporter to the side. Although Tang Yuanwai had seven daughters, his experience in holding the child was very shallow. He held the child, not only did he feel awkward, but the newly born child seemed to be very awkward. He opened his closed eyes and glared at him fiercely. However, Tang Yuanwai was shocked.

When I looked carefully, I saw that the child was still sleeping with his eyes closed, which made him think that his qi and blood were not in harmony just now, and he was confused.

Zheng smiled and said, "Master, I'm just waiting for you to name the child."

Mr. Tang looked at the child and saw that he was extremely cute. As for where he was cute, he couldn't say it. However, although the child was young, he could already see some of his shadow between his eyebrows, and he felt even happier.

"I have prepared the child's name for a long time. I asked Mr. Zheng a few days ago." Mr. Tang said. Mr. Zheng is a juren. In this small town, Mr. Zheng has the greatest reputation in terms of fame and fame.

Mr. Tang loves the more he looks at him. He stretches out a hand and gently caresses the child's face. The eldest lady hurried over to help hug the child. "Yun Dejinlin, this child is of a recent generation, so call him near the building." xxx

Tang Jinlou lived a good life before he was ten years old. He was a very smart child. He usually got along very well in the town and was smart and studious. Mr. Zheng talked to Mr. Tang many times, and he said that this child would definitely be on the list in the future.

This is much more reliable than saying that a child can win the top scorer, and Mr. Tang knew that Mr. Zheng was definitely not a polite thing. Tang Jinloudi was indeed a talented man who was famous in all villages. If he were not young and would rather the Qiao family than participate in any of the Fucheng studies, he would probably have been...at least he was a talented man with all the Fuchengs.

But Mr. Tang didn't understand why his son was only ten years old and he already understood that he had to keep a low profile and not be the first to be a bird...

In fact, even if he really wanted to break his head, he would never understand the reason for this matter.

Because Tang Jinlou was not originally from this era.

Tang Jinlou stood alone on the second floor of the restaurant, looking at the streets under his feet. The market opened on a fixed day. Qingquan Village held a festival on one, four, and seven days. Today is the second day of the lunar month. The streets are deserted. Tang Jinlou's eyes and figure gradually appear desolate. In the bright scenery, he seemed to have seen through time and returned to those unforgettable days.

He also has a good job, a superior and relaxed living environment, and his career is booming. Even the country found its former great power during that period. He lived in a changing era.

Fortunately, his steps can always move forward with difficulty and happiness.

The only regret is probably that my girlfriend left him. Unfortunately, feelings are a matter between two people. He does not think he is wrong, nor does he think that his girlfriend's empathy and love is a very evil thing. It's just that the relationship was finally left without anything. However, even if the girlfriend can change her mind, he cannot imagine that the two can start again. In his opinion, feelings are a promise, not a game of likes and dislikes.

Life continued, and he also met another girl who moved her. Unfortunately, there was no story between him and her, and that story ended.

That day, he passed by the bank entrance and was stunned by the gunshots that suddenly came to mind. Police, robbers... Several nouns ran unconsciously in his mind. As a result, in that moment, a bullet of an unknown gun passed through his body.

...After a short and unremembering intense pain, he felt as ethereal as the white clouds in the sky and... illusory.

Only when the color changes and the darkness finally swallowed him, did he feel that memories and souls can truly accept his own control. Those sounds, distant and clear, isolated him from the entire world like in a dream.

"The gangster killed a hostage..."

"Shoot! Shoot!"

"No, there are hostages inside!"

"Come on, come on, I have a bomb in my hand... I also have it on my body... If you come in, they will be buried with you!"

"What should I do... I'll take the wounded back first, he's still moving!"

"No...it's too dangerous!"

"Give me a car, I want a car!!!... Did you hear that? Women are not allowed to bring things and take off their clothes!"

"Arranging a car!...Sniper prepares!"

"Prepare to shoot, don't let him run away!"

"yes!"

"Don't move... Don't move. If anyone moves, I will beat him to death. I have a hostage in my hands. Hahaha, I have a hostage &... Don't move! I will beat him to death!"

The criminal was hoarse, and he dared to rob the bank alone. This voice was in line with everyone's imagination. He dragged a hostage, and the police did not dare to shoot. He kept alert and completely blocked himself with the hostage. He thought he could walk into the car alive.

"Bang!"

The criminal fell slowly and did not understand why he suddenly felt dizzy until his death.
Chapter completed!