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The next day, seeing the smile on Xu Ke's face, Ji Mo always felt a little embarrassed, he was underestimated by his junior for nothing, what should he do, let's learn from each other.

As soon as you get started in the martial arts competition, you can roughly know each other's foundation, especially when the two legs sweep, block and cross, and the eyes meet each other, there is a little sympathy for each other. They all practice leg skills first!

Fight fast with fast, after a sweaty contest, when the two separated again, they would be good brothers who didn't know each other without fighting.

Xu Ke led Ji Mo to a room where everything was ready. Some ledgers looked the same as the ones in the shop. An abacus was even more quaint. The abacus beads on it were all glazed. It looks like an old item that has been used for a long time.

There was not only Ji Mo in the room, but also several accountants. The older ones were no more than middle-aged, and the younger ones looked like Ji Mo. Watching him come in, there was still a little curiosity in their eyes.

"Senior brother, take a look. If there is any inconvenience, just ask Mr. Zhang, we still count on Mr. Zhang for support."

Xu Ke focused on introducing Mr. Zhang, that middle-aged man. The other party waved his hand, and hurriedly resigned, saying that it was nothing, but also enthusiastically introduced to Ji Mo how to read these accounts.

Seeing that Ji Mo was able to get started very quickly, Mr. Zhang was also quite relieved: "We practice martial arts not only for martial arts, but also for wealth. The money is not clear, and the martial arts have not improved."

This is not biased. Practicing martial arts is a good thing to improve your physical fitness, but if you don't have the corresponding supplements to supplement your nutrition, it will be a life-consuming thing. The more you practice, the shorter your life will be. Instead, it is better not to practice.

Supplements cost money. Ordinary people don't talk about civil and military affairs. Needless to say, it costs money to study. Knowledge has always been expensive.In terms of martial arts, it seems that you can practice it with hands, feet and strength. Even if you fiddle with your fists and feet a few times, you can react faster than others, which is martial arts. Much more.

What Mr. Zhang said was about the importance of accounts, and Ji Mo agreed, which is true. He is not the kind of person who doesn't know the sufferings of the world, so he naturally knows the importance of money.

Soon, everyone in the room got to know each other. They were all disciples of Xuanwuzong, and they were on the territory of Xuanwuzong. The family background, the feeling of fellow countryman, adds a little bit, and a few words are like brothers.

They are different from Ji Mo. Ji Mo has never been back since he left the village. Don't care, don't inquire about similar news.

Talking to these senior brothers who live at home every day, I realized that the uncle and aunt's family is doing well.

Their sons don't have the talent to practice martial arts, or they feel that they can't deal with Ji Mo. When Ji Mo returns to the mountain, he is not sure how to complain to Elder Ji. They don't dare to come forward to make trouble, so they live like ordinary people at the foot of the mountain. .

The village at the foot of the mountain was built by the disciples of Xuanwu Sect, and the people living in it are their family members and friends. There is no tax for farming here, and every household has land. Even if the harvest is not good, they can support themselves, so it’s okay. There are big conflicts and disputes, and the ordinary life is comfortable.

What the senior brother was talking about was the marriage of their son not long ago. At that time, there were people from the senior brother’s house, and the senior brother also went to see it, and said that it was so lively. The person who married was from the village and belonged to a certain disciple. Relatives, this is an extra layer of kinship for Ji Mo.

"Why didn't I see you?"

The senior brother asked casually, without raising his head, and was still looking at the account book.

"I'm afraid I haven't come back yet, so I haven't been notified."

Ji Mo found an excuse to perfunctory. Thinking about it, he felt that time passed quickly, and those things in his childhood seemed to be memories of his previous life, and it didn't matter so much.

In the evening, when I returned to Anshiju, I mentioned this matter to Elder Ji, "Don't you know?"

"know."

Elder Ji's answer surprised Ji Mo.

"Then why didn't you tell me?"

"You don't like to hear it, so why say it?"

Elder Ji raised his hand and flipped through the pages of the book. He was always reading, as if there were always books he couldn't finish reading. The candlelight hit him, making his shadow fall on Ji Mo's body, like a black mountain.

"I thought you would let me go if you knew."

Ji Mo murmured.

No one takes children's words seriously. The grievances suffered when they were children seem to be nothing, especially if the grievances come from relatives. Even if the elder is not kind to her, but as long as she has a smile on her face, she will say that all the ignorance seems to fall on the head of the child, hehe, how naughty, it was like this when I was a child, and it is still the same when I grow up. In this way, it is not a good temper to hold grudges like this.

Yes, he is so unlikable, especially not to please some people.

However, the dislike of these people affected the people he cared about, and the people he liked also blamed him, and the harm to him was doubled.

That feeling... They all forgot, only he remembered.

The night is misty, and many thoughts seem to be flooded only in this kind of night. After a thousand turns, they all become a vat of dark bitter wine. After drinking it, the body is bitter, and if you don't drink it, the heart is also bitter.

"If you don't like it, what else do you do?"

The frequency of turning the pages of the book did not change, Elder Ji said it naturally, the breeze shook the candle, and the shadow also swayed.

"Then what did you send?"

Ji Mo asked, like a stubborn child who insisted on breaking the casserole and asking the end.

"A word, I wrote it myself."

Elder Ji's answer surprised Ji Mo, this gift is very thoughtful!As for the value... It can't be said that Elder Ji's handwriting is not good, but it is indeed worthless.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Ji Mo laughed loudly, leaning back and forth, laughing until tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, and bent down in Elder Ji's figure, as if he had found enough sense of security in it, and he didn't want to go out again.

This sudden laughter made Elder Ji feel helpless. He put down the book and turned around. The shadow also changed, exposing Ji Mo to the candlelight and his eyes.

"You, this temper, really... but happy?"

In words, the young man in front of him seemed to have never grown up, and he was still the child who held vengeance. He complained solemnly, earnestly and stubbornly, as if he wanted to get some promise from him, wanted it, but was afraid of it. The longing for him is like a little mouse who only dares to hide in the dark and watch secretly.

It's not pretty at all, but it's always soft-hearted.

Brotherhood, is it important?

The important thing is that daring to entrust your only son is the value of this friendship, but the other party failed, even if this kind of failure is not heinous, you can see the little child's well-hidden scrutiny and evaluation, like It is a thorn that goes straight to the bottom of my heart.

Blood relatives should be the closest, brothers are like this to him, and his son is like this to him, isn't it the same?

Close relatives are almost enemies, you don't have to think about who is right and who is wrong, just look at him, and you will know who is far and near if you want to make someone happier.

The son is his, the continuation of his blood, and also the continuation of his responsibility, and it is also him who repays the expected future, while the brothers, after all, can only stay with each other in the past childhood.

His choice was clear from the beginning.

He wants to make his son happy, maybe he is not loyal, but he has never owed his brother, so there is no need to feel uneasy about such partiality.

Didn't his brother favor his son?

Whose son hurts. Before I saw it, I didn’t know why. After seeing it, I knew that some existences were an inseparable part of his life from the moment he was born. It was his blood, his flesh, his A weakness that cannot be hurt by outsiders.

A Taoist protector is also a human being, and Gujing Wubo also has an unspeakable deep meaning hidden in his heart.

"……Happy."

There was still a smile on his face, but the tears from the corners of his eyes were wiped away. Ji Mo sat on the ground, sideways, pillowed on Elder Ji's knee, under Cheng Huan's knee, that's it.

For parents in every world, he feels that he has the responsibility to provide for them until the end of their lives, but this responsibility is also a responsibility, which cannot be avoided and cannot be avoided. Caring, he may return the same filial piety, but more, these people are just passers-by on his journey.

Deserted, lively, always have to pass.

Those feelings also need to be weighed.

Few people at this moment, at this moment, let him experience a kind of fatherly love he likes more, not the kind that makes him submit for the sake of family affection, makes him compromise for the sake of face, and makes him behave for the sake of outsiders' words. Have a fatherly love that conforms to norms and politeness.

He may not be proper in everything and take good care of him, but he will respect him in his heart, understand him, and be willing to make changes for his happiness.

This cold man is protecting him in his own way so that he can grow better.

Father's love is like a mountain, not only coercion, but also shelter, so that he can freely stretch in his figure, don't care about anyone's eyes and words, just be happy with your own heart.

"I've never been so happy."

He didn't want his mother to sever the mother-daughter relationship with his grandma. He just hoped that his mother would be more toward him. However, those childhood pasts, even if his mother was heartbroken and stood up for herself, after a few years, he still remembered These people themselves become the ones who made mistakes.

Hurt, shouldn't it be remembered?

The scars have disappeared, is the pain that used to be non-existent?Want to laugh and be kind?

Who can tell the shadow left by Na Mi, repeating the same old tune again and again, is it as ridiculous and contemptible as Xianglin's wife?

Your love, my love, how can we be equal, a little injustice will bring a sense of loss in my heart, who is wrong?

"Daddy, I'm just so selfish and vengeful. I just don't want you to be nice to them, because they are not nice to me, so I don't want you to be nice to them..."

A child's point of view, because I don't like her, so you can't be nice to her, Ji Mo seems to have really become the child in the past at this time, telling his grievances in clumsy words, telling what he wants The desire to "revenge", the persistent hope to get a companion who shares the same hatred.

There is no need to fight life and death, as long as... just... just say a word for him, just a word.

"En." Elder Ji responded, and put his generous palm on Ji Mo's head, comforting him with the warmth of his palm, calming him down gradually. Before he knew it, Ji Mo fell asleep like this.