I am a good citizen of Condor Shooting!

Mo Yan went back to the guest room alone, sat on the head of the bed and looked around, but gradually felt a sense of sadness in his heart, although even he himself felt that this feeling of sadness was a bit inexplicable, but after thinking about it, it was not cold-hearted People, after being together for ten years, there will always be some reluctance.After tidying up the last little personal things, Mo Yan suddenly realized that except for the first few months, he and Huang Yaoshi got along well. He fastened the burden tightly, and Mo Yan frowned angrily, and had to admit that he had just Is it... reluctance?

Before he could sort out his emotions, he heard a sudden knock on the door. He was thinking about who came to him so late, but he walked to the door without hesitation, and pulled The wooden door was opened.Slightly surprised, outside the door is a little boy who has grown to his shoulders, is pursing his lips tightly, looking straight into his eyes, "Father, I heard Master said that you are leaving?"

Mo Yan was silent, he took Bai Fei's shoulder lightly into the room, and closed the door casually, "I'm leaving." He sighed softly with some emotion, his voice was low as if he was talking to himself, " Maybe this island is a place to learn skills for you, but it’s different for me.” It’s more like a cage, keeping me trapped in it and not free.Ignoring the weak rebuttal rising from the bottom of his heart, Mo Yan patted Bai Fei on the shoulder, not expecting him to know more, but he didn't know that a smart kid who had been in the market since childhood, and whose mother was too strange in every way, was so sophisticated in the world. The aspect is always amazingly talented.

Naturally, Bai Fei could discover Mo Yan's embarrassing situation on Peach Blossom Island, especially after meeting more dumb servants, he could faintly sense something.Although the island owner's daughter seemed to be very attached to her father, he was at best a servant here, even though he was too special compared to other dumb servants.Of course, Bai Fei didn't know about his father's private friendship with Island Master Huang, but he felt that the Island Master treated him a little unusually, but he didn't think too much about it.But even though his father was in a bit of an embarrassing situation, he himself was very sensual. At least except for Huang Rong who always liked to trouble him for unknown reasons, everyone else was very friendly to him, Island Master Huang's little apprentice.

Bai Fei had no choice but to admit that what Mo Yan said made sense, but he felt a little grievance in his heart. If his father left, what reason would he have to stay here? When the wild child grows up, even though his mother strongly supports him, she is still a woman at best. In this world where men are respected, contempt and insult are always indispensable. Bai Fei thinks he is used to being indifferent, But when he knew for the first time that his father was still alive, he had to admit that the unstoppable Rumu surprised him.Of course, until now, Bai Fei didn't know about those things between his mother and father. Both parents concealed these things together. After all, for a young boy who is growing up, these things are still too heavy.

"You are the island master's apprentice, so you can naturally stay here." But now is obviously not the time to think wildly, Mo Yan slowed down his tone, as if he saw Bai Fei's concerns, and gave him a reassurance with some connivance, "However, if you miss your mother, you can naturally go back and have a look. You are different from Dad. You are always free to come and go from this Peach Blossom Island."

Bai Fei looked at the wry smile on Mo Yan's lips half-understood, and was a little confused again. If it was as he thought, his father should be very happy to leave here, so why would he hesitate like he is now?Bai Fei lowered his head to hide his puzzled gaze, but before he could figure something out, Mo Yan touched the dagger from the bedside and handed it to Bai Fei, "This is a family heirloom from my father. It contains the Mo family's family knife manual. You are my son, and you must learn these. I originally planned to teach you after a while, when you have a solid foundation, but now it seems that it may be a little difficult. But at least you have the guidance of the island master, and your talent is pretty good. If you want to practice on your own, it will not be difficult, so I will leave the dagger to you, remember to keep it safe." Speaking of this, Mo Yan took out the cleat from his pocket again, "This is the key. You can open the short knife by inserting it into the gap." After talking and demonstrating, he handed it to Bai Fei with some reluctance. Although chasing the reason is not his own thing, he has carried it with him for a long time Yes, naturally have feelings.

On this side, Bai Fei clenched the dagger tightly, took the cleat, looked at Mo Yan with a look of reluctance, "Father, don't you have to leave?" However, his voice gradually faded, and finally disappeared under Mo Yan's gentle gaze. Yes, he did ask a stupid question. It's not like he didn't understand how much his father wanted to leave here. Thinking of this, Bai Fei could only sigh and changed the question, "Where are you going to settle, Dad? If I I have left the island, where can I find you?"

How could Mo Yan know where he was going? The moment he opened his eyes, he saw this land. Except for the few times he went to sea with Huang Yaoshi, he had never set foot here alone, even with the memory of Mo Kuangzi. , but after all, if it is not your own personal experience, how can you know the appearance of the outside world?In addition, more than ten years have passed, and who knows what changes have taken place in the outside world. Thinking of this, Mo Yan could only pat Bai Fei's shoulder reassuringly, and answered after thinking, "Maybe he will go to the northwest." Some images of the original work of Shooting the Condors flashed. Ten years have passed, and those dusty memories have long since disappeared. Until now, there are not many memories. I only remember that the final ending is the one he held in the palm of his hand. For such a big little Huang Rong, she fell in love with a fool for some reason and married him.

In fact, Mo Yan has no opinion on this. In addition, he thinks that his personalities can complement each other. At least he will not be bullied if he marries a fool. However, there is one thing that he is extremely dissatisfied with. Husband, both died in battle in Xiangyang City, with no bones left...

How could he accept this kind of ending? Although most of his memories are blurred, Mo Yan vowed to stop this marriage, because at least judging from his relationship over the years, Rong'er may be a little willful and occasionally soft-hearted, but It will definitely not be someone who ruined himself for the sake of the national righteousness that knows there is no result.

Perhaps as a special soldier who once fought for the country, he shouldn't have such thoughts, but you can't ask him to become a monk halfway. The reason is to catch the big drug lord who ruined his mother and ruined himself. People who give up their lives for righteousness will ask themselves to see the little girl who grew up and treat them as if they were their own.

He desperately wanted to change something, but he only remembered the place name of Xiangyang. He remembered that Xiangyang was located in Shaanxi, and he probably went to the northwest. Thinking about it, Mo Yan decided on the general route for the future, but he didn't know. This time, he obviously miscalculated the time. The current Guo Jing, of course, is not in Xiangyang, but is practicing martial arts hard in the Mongolian desert, but he is still disgusted by several masters...

After seeing off Bai Fei, Mo Yan went around to see Bai Baozi, and said goodbye with great reluctance. Although he was reluctant, he finally decided to keep it on the island.Desperately not to look at Bai Baozi's lingering eyes, Mo Yan finally ruthlessly rubbed its soft neck hair, and left here.After all, it's really not safe for him to go, not to mention the current situation of the raging wars outside, and the martial arts people with different personalities, just to say that he is traveling one way without purpose, and it is inconvenient to bring such a big white wolf to the destination. Not to mention the trouble of accommodation at the time, I am afraid it will cause panic.

It's just that reason is one thing, but emotions are still clamoring.Mo Yan stepped on the fallen branches and leaves slowly, wanting to see the seaside and the night view again on a whim.The sky was so dark that only half an arm's length away could be seen faintly. Mo Yan took out a fire pocket from his arms and lit a lantern. The surroundings gradually became dim, giving birth to a little warmth.

Not long after, he saw the black sea water. Mo Yan sucked in the moderate sea breeze, thinking that his son would probably stay on Peach Blossom Island for a while. I'm afraid the island owner is unwilling to leave, at least let him have the power to protect himself in the arena, so that he can be assured to set foot in the arena.

With a long sigh, Mo Yan turned over and lay down on the beach. Looking at the sky, which was far more beautiful than the city made of steel and concrete, he suddenly felt empty, and the surrounding was very quiet. Feelings could not help popping up, a little bit reluctant, a little sour, and the figure of Huang Yaoshi appeared inexplicably in his mind, making him understand something, and it seemed that he didn't understand anything.

Huang Yaoshi's habitual raised gully between his brows was enlarged in front of his eyes, and the tip of his nose seemed to smell the familiar faint bamboo fragrance. He always didn't understand that peach blossoms existed most on this island, and even he was more or less touched by it. There is some faint sweet fragrance on it, but the owner of Huangdao who lives in it is always covered with bamboo fragrance, fresh and elegant, like a fairy.

Well, if you don't count his occasional dark belly, very awkward temperament, and the bad habit of venting anger from time to time, he can indeed be regarded as a pure and holy man.Mo Yan thought about it blankly, until his lips were slightly wet, and then realized what kind of illusion this was, it was clearly the living Huang Yaoshi, taking advantage of him here!

Mo Yan came to his senses after waking up, and Mo Yan got up with a low cry. Naturally, Huang Yaoshi didn't have a momentary look of disappointment in the rush, "When are you leaving?" The voice was very calm, as if he didn't care at all, if Mo Yan didn't I think I know his temperament better, so I probably think so too, "Leave tomorrow morning, I want to see the outside world."

There is no need to explain too much, Mo Yan suddenly wanted to relax, ignoring Huang Yaoshi's surprised eyes, he smiled lowly, and suddenly lay on his back on the beach with his hands behind his head, without any image, a song The first military song sounded in the belly, although the ventriloquist sang the song a little dull, but obviously no one would care about it.

It seemed that this was the first time he saw Mo Yan who was so relaxed. Huang Yaoshi was a little stunned. He lowered his head and quietly watched Mo Yan singing softly. The wrinkles between his brows were gradually smoothed away. He seemed to understand why Mo Yan always Thinking about leaving, his eyes moved to the vast sea. Huang Yaoshi flattened his palm, looked at the fine lines on his palm, and slowly clenched it again.

The night was dark, but the land illuminated by the dim yellow lanterns was still somewhat bright. Huang Yaoshi turned his head to look at Mo Yan, who was smiling with his lips raised, and slowly leaned over. His lips touched again, and no one broke free this time.It doesn't go deep, maybe Mo Yan's severed tongue will always be a thorn in the hearts of the two of them, they just rubbed against each other, there was no mingling of lips and teeth, no love for each other, just the two of them clasped their hands tightly until a strong wave came and beat each other. Wet the hair and the hem of the clothes, but they still haven't parted.

The waves overturned the lantern, and the surroundings became pitch black again. There was no more crackling sound of burning candles in my ears, only the gradual and heavy panting sounded alternately, which intensified amidst waves of waves...