Chapter 137 The taste in memory

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Zhao Xinyu sighed slightly, his face full of bitterness, "If he had been willing to learn from his grandfather, he would not be like this."

Looking at Zhao Xinyu's appearance, Wu Yunfei and the others could feel Zhao Xinyu's mood at the moment. One of their relatives who had lived together for more than 20 years had left forever, and the other had indeed turned against each other. Except for those with a hard heart, no one would feel better.

"Zhao Xinyu, what was the purpose of your grandfather teaching you ancient martial arts? Did he have any expectations of you?"

"I was weak and sick when I was a child. My grandfather said that ancient martial arts can strengthen my body."

"Do you know what your grandfather used to do?"

"I once served as a soldier, and then returned to the village to work as a farmer in peacetime."

Wu Yunfei nodded. What Zhao Xinyu said was exactly the same as what they investigated in the village. The old people in the village also said that Zhao Lu had been working hard outside and seemed to have been in the army. Many people said that Zhao Lu had many scars on his body.

In fact, what Wu Yunfei wanted to ask more was where Zhao Xinyu's actual combat experience came from. The fight with Jiao Deyi may have been due to his grandfather's missionary relationship, but quietly killing twenty-seven Poison Wolf mercenaries in southern Yunnan was not What ordinary people can do, even they dare not say that they can attack and kill so many people in one person, and many people are attacked and killed in their sleep.

"Let's go, the food should be almost ready, let's chat while eating."

During the meal, Wu Yunfei and the others asked some ordinary questions. Zhao Xinyu knew what Wu Yunfei and the others wanted to do, but his many years of experience allowed him to deal with it calmly.

Zhao Xinyu went to the Lijian headquarters. Of course, the top leaders of Feiyu and Hidden Dragon soon knew, and they also secretly sighed that Lijian had encountered a monster.

After spending one night at the Arrow headquarters, Zhao Xinyu and Wu Yunfei chatted a lot, but only the five of them knew what the conversation was about, not even Bao Xiong, the instructor of the Arrow, knew.

Zhao Xinyu returned to Xihanling the next day. When he handed the black certificates to Zhang Jianye and the others, although they did not laugh loudly or shed tears, Zhao Xinyu could feel their inner excitement from their expressions.

"Xinyu, does the organization give us any tasks?"

"No, you can just stay here as security guards. If necessary, Lijian will call you. Liang Yongjun and others don't know about your restoration of identity, so don't make it public for the time being."

Zhang Jianye and Du Chunyang nodded in unison. They were all veteran players from that place. If you don't understand what Zhao Xinyu meant, they now have the identity of Lijian, but they all obey Zhao Xinyu's command.

"Xinyu, have you also joined Lijian?"

Zhao Xinyu smiled lightly and said, "No, actually it doesn't matter whether you join or not. If necessary, I will be the same as you."

At the Meng family in Yanjing, Meng Lie kept shaking his head while looking at the newspaper report about yesterday's court trial, which attracted the attention of his daughter Meng Feiyan. "Dad, what's wrong? What's the big news?"

Meng Lie handed the newspaper to Meng Feiyan, "Look at the grandson that Old Man Jiao found. He is domineering. In order to get a few formulas, he sued his brother who had supported him for more than ten years to court. As a result, Jiao was slapped in the face. The old boy Meng always cares about his face, but now his precious grandson has been completely humiliated. If he is not properly disciplined, who knows what kind of trouble will be caused for him in the future."

Jiao Feiyan sighed quietly, "If you don't look for it, you can't bear to have your child suffer outside. But if you find it, it will be such a trouble. I don't know what my nephew will be like. If he can be half as good as Zhao Xinyu, that's fine." "Dad, my teacher has been dreaming these days, and the child who dreamed of flying tigers has also been found."

Meng Lie sighed and glanced at the newspaper in Meng Feiyan's hand, "If the child he finds is like this Jiao Hongzhuo, it's okay not to look for him. Without the aura of the family, he may just do some small evil. If he puts on the cloak of the family, He may do something serious that will harm the country and the people.”

Meng Feiyan shook her head, "Dad, don't think too much. Maybe Feihu's child is as affectionate and loyal as that Zhao Xinyu. Let's not talk about it for now. Let's go to dinner and try the medicinal wine that Uncle Du sent you. ".

Meng Lie looked at Meng Feiyan, "Feiyan, be careful about Du Gang. You don't know him. I served as a soldier with him. This guy has no profit and can't afford to be early. In those years, it was difficult to wait for a call from him. This year What's going on? He suddenly became so attentive to me. Is he interested in something from our family?"

Meng Feiyan couldn't help but feel happy, "Our family has nothing."

Meng Lie shook his head, "No, this old boy must have taken a fancy to the saber I treasured. He has been fighting with this saber for more than a year or two."

"Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on you."

In the restaurant, Meng Feiyan poured her father a glass of drunken wine. Smelling the strong aroma of wine, Meng Feiyan noticed that something was wrong with her father's expression.

She was about to ask, but she saw that her father had already taken a big sip. Perhaps he was too anxious. Meng Lie coughed violently, his face turned red, and there was a trace of tears in his eyes.

"Slow down a little bit."

Meng Lie stared at the wine glass and took another sip. His eyes suddenly dimmed. He put down the wine glass and looked up to the sky with a long sigh.

"What's wrong".

At this moment, Meng Lie's thoughts have returned to a long time ago, which was a war-torn area. The three clothes have been turned into strips, their faces are covered with gunpowder smoke, and there are bloodstains all over their bodies. It is not clear whether they are his own or the enemy's. .

The three of them were curled up, clutching steel guns with bayonets in their hands. A middle-aged man with an unshaven beard, whose face was almost hard to see clearly, pushed aside the soil that had been blasted into ruins and took out a cowhide bag from inside.

"Meng Lie, Jiao Meng, come and take a sip of the medicinal wine I brought from my hometown. This time our three brothers may all stay here. This sip of wine should be regarded as a farewell for our three brothers."

The three brothers each drank the medicinal wine in the cowhide bag. They stood up at the same time and rushed out of the trench with a roar.

Although he only drank it once, Meng Lie clearly remembered the medicinal wine that his elder brother Zhao Polu gave them. Although it was not as rich and rich as this drunken exquisite wine, the taste of the wine was exactly the same.

After taking a sip just now, he immediately thought of his eldest brother Zhao Polu, but considering that his eldest brother left a suicide note more than 20 years ago, there is no news about his eldest brother until now. The smell of wine is still the same, but people are separated by yin and yang. Thinking about his relationship with his other brother Jiao Meng, Meng Lie couldn't help but shed tears.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?" Meng Feiyan was stunned when she saw her father burst into tears. She didn't know what happened to her father. He was fine just now, but he became like this after taking a sip of wine.

Meng Lie wiped his eyes and said, "It's okay. Du Gang didn't say where Feiyan got this wine. The taste of this wine should come from the north. How could he understand this medicinal wine in the south?"

Meng Feiyan felt relieved, "Dad, what did you just read? Jiao Hongzhuo of the Jiao family just wants to get the formula of Zui Linglong. This wine was brewed by Zhao Xinyu. He is now in Pengcheng and has a relationship with Uncle Du. Yes, and I heard that he is very close to Uncle Du's granddaughter Mengmeng. He is not from the south, he is an out-and-out northerner."

The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was intentional. Meng Lie's heart shrank slightly, "What did you call the kid who makes wine?"

"Zhao Xinyu", while speaking, Meng Feiyan took the newspaper again.

Meng Lie took the newspaper and read it carefully this time. When he saw that Zhao Xinyu's grandfather was called Zhao Lu, his expression changed, but when he saw the content behind it, Meng Lie shook his head.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?"

Meng Lie raised his eyes and looked at his daughter, "Feiyan, I drank this wine seventy years ago."

Meng Feiyan was stunned at this moment. Although the Meng family and the Jiao family were in the same situation, the affairs of the Jiao family had become a hot topic in the past few days, and she was also paying attention.

The focus of competition between Jiao Hongzhuo and Zhao Xinyu was three formulas, one of which was Zui Linglong. According to the two of them, Zui Linglong was left behind by his grandfather, but her father said that he drank it more than seventy years ago, which made her feel incredible. .

"You remember wrongly? This drunken wine is unique to Grandpa Zhao Xinyu. Even if people in his village want to drink this wine, it was brewed by his grandfather. Do you know the late Mr. Zhao Lu?"

Meng Lie shook his head, "I don't know Zhao Lu, but I have really drank this wine. That time, I, Jiao Meng, and your uncle Zhao Polu all thought that we were going to die on the battlefield. This was the wine that my eldest brother gave us to drink. I can forget everything else, but I will always remember the taste of this wine.”

Meng Feiyan's face changed slightly. There was only one word difference between the names Zhao Lu and Zhao Polu, but the taste of the wine was exactly the same. Although her father was old, he was not confused. Most of the time, what she heard the most was What happened when the three brothers were together.

"Dad, there is only one word difference between the names of Zhao Lu and uncle Zhao Polu, isn't it?"

Meng Lie shook his head, "Your uncle was there twenty years ago, but he is your uncle. They are both named Zhao. Maybe there is no connection between them, but your uncle is not from Hongshiya."

Meng Feiyan sighed quietly. In the past twenty years, her father had three things that bothered her. His son had an accident and his grandson was missing. He and his brother Jiao Meng, who had been with him for decades, became enemies. The eldest brother suddenly disappeared. Meng Feiyan could see it many times. My father wept secretly.

"Dad, you have been at home all these years, and Zhao Xinyu is in Pengcheng. How about I accompany you to get to know him one day? I heard that his place has now become a scenic spot. I will stop by Uncle Du's place for a walk."

Meng Lie shook his head, "Forget it, things happened at Du Gang's and Guan Zhentian's homes one after another. We talked on the phone and someone wanted to do something wrong. What happened to Feihu back then may be related to this matter. They are already investigating secretly. At this time, I still Don’t go get into trouble.”

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