auspicious baby

Xiangu called Baoxiang and Yang Jiaping to sit at the table of the Eight Immortals.

Seeing this situation, Baoxiang and Yang Jiaping looked at each other, Baoxiang frowned: What's going on?

Yang Jiaping raised an eyebrow: I don't know.

Xiangu chuckled, took out the teacup, poured it slowly, handed one cup to Baoxiang, and another cup to Yangjiaping, "Xiaobao, Pinger, I have something to discuss with you, I want to send you to Japan Studying abroad. What do you think, if you don’t like Japan, you can go to other countries.”

Baoxiang hurriedly said, "Auntie, I won't go."

Yang Jiaping also followed suit, "Grandma, go there, I don't know the place well, so I don't want to go."

Xiangu drank the tea slowly, although slowly, but did not stop.Looking at Xiangu, Baoxiang suddenly felt very strange, "Auntie, why is it so sudden?"

"No, we talked about it when the master was alive, and after he left, I also... just put it down, and now I remember," Xiangu lowered her head and took a sip of tea, "I just want to fulfill the master's wish." She looked at Yang Jiaping, "Ping'er, your grandfather said before he was alive, 'I want to send you abroad for a trip, because you will fall behind in this industry sooner or later,' he also said that he wanted to see you learn a new skill, so that he could take the Yang family with you. The guys up and down are going to find another way out."

When Yang Jiaping heard about his grandpa, his eyes turned red, "Really, does grandpa really think so?"

"It's true. He also said that he wants you to take him abroad to see. After running in China for so many years, he has long been tired of it. Unfortunately, we can't wait."

Xiangu turned to look at Baoxiang again, "Xiaobao, Ping'er is still young, it's the first time I go out, I don't feel relieved, I hope you can accompany him."

Baoxiang was in trouble, not because he was afraid of leaving home, but because he was afraid that Gu Zhang would not be able to find him when he came back.He hesitated, and Xiangu didn't give him a chance to refuse, "Well, after the procedures at the Hong Kong border are completed, we will depart from Hong Kong and go to Japan. It will take about 7 days, and you all go to prepare."

Baoxiang didn't expect to leave so hastily, "Auntie, I, I don't want to leave."

"If you don't go, you have to go," Xiangu said with a straight face, "just go for three or two years."

Looking at Xiangu's gloomy face, Baoxiang didn't dare to say anything.He heard Xiangu say again: "Is it because you are reluctant to part with Miss Zhang, or let you have no worries."

Baoxiang's heart skipped a beat, and he looked at Xiangu in astonishment, "No, no, no."

"Then prepare well, don't try to fool around, otherwise, Miss Zhang will cry."

Although Yang Jiaping didn't know, he went in, but when he saw Xiangu's expression, he also jumped, and hurriedly pulled Baoxiang to pack his things, and then dragged him away.

Yang Jiaping pulled him back into the room, patted his chest with his hands, "It scared me, little grandma is so fierce."

Baoxiang muffled: "Master, what should I do, I don't want to go to Japan."

"Oh, this, I can't decide." Yang Jiaping patted Baoxiang's shoulder, "Why don't you ask grandma."

Baoxiang shook his head, "It's useless, once my aunt makes a decision, she will be very stubborn."

Yang Jiaping hugged Baoxiang, as if to comfort him, "It's okay, it's only a few years, I go out, you don't need to take care of me, I will take care of you, I will work hard to learn Japanese, you are stupid, it doesn't matter if you can't learn it , I will be your interpreter, and you will be responsible for cooking and washing clothes for me at home."

Baoxiang smiled and said, "I'm not afraid, it's just, I just don't want to go."

"why?"

"There's no reason, and I don't even understand it."

"You say, you say, I am much smarter than you, besides..."

Baoxiang didn't realize before that Yang Jiaping was a chatterbox, he lost his temper after being pestered, so he had to beg for mercy.

Gu Zhang walked in the dark before dawn, he had no direction, like a puppet on a string, and he didn't even know why he was walking.After walking for an unknown amount of time, he came across a carriage on the way. The driver was pulling a group of people, including men and women, covering all age groups. They were a little childish. They looked about thirteen or fourteen years old. Some had gray hair and teeth. A few dropped.

He got into the carriage without the slightest hesitation, and under the surprised gazes of the crowd, he turned over and got into the carriage. The groom couldn't help but said: "Young man, we are going to Qinghai, Shandong, do you want to go?"

"Go." Gu Zhang had no expression on his face, and his whole body exuded a chill that could turn water into ice.

After Gu Zhang paid the fare, the groom stopped talking and drove the carriage southward slowly.

On the bumpy road, Gu Zhang's consciousness gradually returned, and his limbs gradually became sore, but he had no time to care about it.The melon seed in the head was so painful that it seemed to be blown open by a grenade. The pain was so painful that I couldn't sleep.People like to think wildly when they are free, and Gu Zhang is no exception. The more he thinks about it, the harder it is to accept the sudden death of his family.

When Cao Jiehao went out to look for flowers and ask willows, the bridge car drove to the small road in front of the mountain, and suddenly a car rushed out and stopped Cao Jiehao. With a sound, Cao Jiehao looked at the bloody hole in his chest in disbelief. The blood was flowing. He wanted to cover it, but the blood flowed out from his fingers. The world Cao Jiehao saw became very slow, and the colors were slowly receding. Until he died, he didn't understand why he was going to die.

The car drove away, and the rest of the pig friends returned to their original spirits, and they were in a hurry. , Panicked like a woman.

After Cao Rong learned that his only son was assassinated, the world he saw became black and white. He sat beside the hospital bed, and Cao Jiehao was motionless. He refused to move his son to Lianfang no matter what, as if his son was just asleep. Yes, I will wake up later.

Cao Rong, who lost his only son, seemed to have his bones removed, and his murderous spirit radiated straight away. He even transferred his anger to his playmates at the time. He couldn't move a few powerful children, but a few courtesans were not so lucky.

"Why didn't you die, why didn't you die..." Cao Rong repeated like a demon.

The few courtesans who were knocked up were so frightened that they burst into tears, "Master Cao, it's not me, it's none of my business, that, that, people did it right away, I, I, I didn't react at that time, so Young Master Cao didn't." , gone. Me, me."

Cao Rong's slap made her nose bleed, the courtesan covered her mouth and nose in pain, and the rest of them didn't even dare to say a word.

Cao Rong took the barbed braids and whipped several women one by one. They could only writhe in pain. Under the dazzling cheongsam, young bodies with plump buttocks were seen. The cheongsam was beaten to pieces, and their snow-white bodies were dripping with blood. The cries gradually subsided, leaving only the sound of rough panting. There was not a single piece of their bodies intact. They were only in their early twenties. No worries about food and clothing.In fact, they are all poor people, their bodies are like duckweed, their hearts are helpless, they have been rolling in the smell of wine and meat for many years, and they have been injured all over their bodies, but the injuries at this time will never recover.

"Damn you all, let my son be buried with him!" Cao Rong raised the pistol, and shot a round indiscriminately. After the bullets were finished, he would change another pistol. In the end, blood and flesh flew all over his clothes, head and face.He stuck out his tongue, lowered his head and licked the flesh and blood on his hands, the salty taste stimulated his brain, he suddenly laughed wildly, his face was red from laughing, his veins burst out, he covered his aching chest from laughing, and smiled Laughing, the muddy tears slid down mixed with blood, turning into a heart-piercing cry.

At dusk, the migratory birds squeaked happily on the green branches, and the males sang hard, even if they were exhausted, but for the sake of their mate, they were willing to do so.

The afterglow shone on Xiangu's body, as if she had cast a ray of light. She knelt down in front of the statue of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva intently, kneading her hands, and recited the Heart Sutra carefully, without joy or sorrow, without sound.