Chapter 842: The Past
This time, I have not returned for many years.
Lu Qiu made their Lu family the most enviable family in ten miles and eight villages. People in the village speculated that Lu Qiu got rich outside, but because he didn't go home all the year round, some rumors in the village spread secretly.
Some people said that he became a big boss outside, married a new young wife, and let Lu Baoyou's mother be a child; others said that he has become a wanted criminal because someone saw him secretly putting knives and guns in his home...
The young Lu Baoyou didn't understand these things, but he could feel that other people looked at him a little strangely.
envious? envy? ridicule? mercy?
Perhaps it was from then on that the seeds of resentment were planted in his heart. As he grew older, this emotion was fueled by the rebellion of adolescence and became out of control.
Lu Baoyou stood at the gate of the small bungalow with a complicated expression.
It has been a long, long time since he ran away from home... During the period of time away from home, he has experienced a lot, and he has also entered the gate of the night watchman and learned about their existence... and that is why , When he returned to this door again, he suddenly found that his views on some things back then had changed.
Deep in his memory, those angry golden eyes resurfaced again, and Lin Qiye's voice echoed in his mind:
"...You think you can grow up in peace, you can move around freely, you can stand here arrogantly and threatening to kill a night watchman, why?!
Because you are lucky? Because this is the way the world is supposed to be?
fart!
This is because there are countless night watchmen who are carrying the burden for you! "
night guard……
Lu Baoyou stretched out his hand and gently rubbed against the heavy door, suddenly feeling a little heavy.
"Eh? Isn't this little Blessing?" Behind him, an elderly voice sounded.
Lu Baoyou turned around and saw an old man leaning on a cane in the small room opposite, beckoning to him.
Little Blessing is Lu Baoyou's nickname.
This old man, Lu Baoyou, also knew each other. After all, the two families were neighbors back then, and he often visited the next door when he was a child, but since he started rebelling, there has been basically no intersection.
Lu Baoyou pursed his lips, nodded politely, and was about to reach out and knock on the door of his own house, when the old man's voice sounded again:
"Why didn't you come back when your father's funeral was held a few days ago?"
Lu Baoyou's hand suddenly froze in the air.
After a while, he turned his head stiffly, looked at the old man, frowned and asked, "What did you say?"
"I said, why didn't you come back when your father went to the funeral?" The old man repeated again, "It's been so many days since the funeral, and all the relatives and friends who came to visit have left, why did you come back?"
"Lu Qiu?" Lu Baoyou frowned even tighter, and he walked quickly to the door of the old man's house, "He died? How did he die?"
"It seems to be killed in battle." The old man's eyes flashed the color of memory, "That day, it was raining heavily, and several large vehicles drove up directly from the bottom of the mountain, and then many people in military uniforms got off the vehicles, carrying a majestic The big coffin knocked on your door.
In that coffin, your father was wearing a dark red cloak, covered with a national flag, and beside him was a shiny... medal?
I remember that your mother and grandma were crying so sadly.
Those soldiers held a splendid funeral for your father. In our village and the next-door village, basically everyone came and it was very lively. I heard from them that your father has made great achievements and is still our Great Xia hero? "
The old man couldn't help but sigh, "Unexpectedly, after so many years, Xiaoqiu has gone out to serve as a soldier, and our village has also produced a great hero. This is a good thing for Guangzong Yaozu!"
Lu Baoyou stayed where he was.
Lu Qiu... died in battle?
Just two days ago?
"Little Blessing, your family is now..."
Before the old man finished speaking, Lu Baoyou suddenly turned around and rushed to the door of his house, knocking hard on the door.
Soon, a voice came from inside the house, "Who is it?"
As the door opened, an old and haggard figure stood behind the door. When he saw Lu Baoyou who was two heads taller than her, he was suddenly taken aback.
"Grandma..." Lu Baoyou looked at the old man with red eyes, and spoke hoarsely.
Grandma's lips trembled uncontrollably, she took a step forward, hugged Lu Baoyou's figure into her arms, her silver-white hair fell lightly on Lu Baoyou's chest, and said with a sob: "Bless... Just came back? Your father..."
At this moment, a middle-aged man dressed in sackcloth and mourning came out of the bungalow. When he saw Lu Baoyou outside the door, he narrowed his eyes slightly.
When he saw Lu Baoyou, Lu Baoyou also noticed him.
"Grandma." Lu Baoyou pointed at the man, "Who is he?"
"He is your father's colleague, and our family's funeral...he helped organize it." Grandma explained.
The man walked up to Lu Baoyou, patted him on the shoulder, and sighed, "You are Lu Baoyou, right? Let's go, let's chat in another place."
...
On the road behind the mountain, Lu Baoyou walked side by side with the man.
"Let me introduce myself, my name is Liu Qi, the deputy captain of Team 287 of the Great Xia Night Watchman stationed in Tanxiang City." The man took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it to Lu Baoyou.
"I don't smoke."
"...Oh yes, you are not yet an adult, you really can't smoke, I almost forgot." Liu Qi frowned, and put the cigarette back, "I heard that you just came back from the night watchman's training camp?"
"Um."
"How much do you know about your father?"
Lu Baoyou didn't speak.
Liu Qi looked at him for a moment, then smiled wryly, "It seems that you don't know anything about it?"
Seeing that Lu Baoyou didn't deny it, Liu Qi said to himself, "Lu Qiu, he walked out of our Tanxiang City back then..."
On the long and rugged mountain road, the two slowed down, listening to the story buried in the years, with the breeze blowing through the mountains and the fragrance of soil and vegetation.
After an unknown amount of time, the two climbed to the top of the mountain, where a gray stone tablet stood quietly.
Lu Baoyou walked to the stone tablet and stopped.
