After the global recovery I crossed

The Zhao family drove a private plane to pick Lin Xingtao home.

Holding his wine glass, Lin Xingtao walked into the rest cabin under the bow of the waiter.

The interior of the aircraft is a complete mobile palace.Presumably, the designer has spent a lot of effort to meet the demanding requirements of the rich. Everything that can satisfy the psychological and physical needs of the rich is available, whether it is a luxurious sofa, a transparent wine cabinet, a geometric vase or an exquisite hanging. clock.Customized carpets and stickers are hard to come by, and even the knives and forks on the table are luxury brands.

"This wine is called Shaohongchen, and it's produced by our own winery." The voice of the speaker was deep and deep.

Men in suits shifted positions on the sofa, making slight salsa noises in the quiet and intimate cabin.

He also held the wine glass in his hand, and the red wine shone slightly in the soft light of gold and red.

"The winery is in Faguo, come and sign the document, and it will belong to you in the future."

There are share documents about the winery on the table.

Very straightforward, straight to the point.

Lin Xingtao didn't talk nonsense, he sat directly opposite the man and signed.

"Gaspard Winery." The man read out the name Lin Xingtao gave to the winery, "Cheers."

"Ding." The two wine glasses collided, and the wine swayed intoxicatingly.

Power and wealth are all contained in the wine glass.

Everyone wants a drink.

Lin Xingtao finished his cup and showed a smile.

The man opposite laughed too.

Although Lin Xingtao didn't care about such a small thing, they couldn't take it for granted.

"Won't you call me?"

So Lin Xingtao called out, "Uncle."

The man's smile happened to show sincere relief everywhere.

Lin Xingtao's uncle is Zhao Xingyi, the younger brother of Lin Xingtao's mother and the youngest child of Lin Xingtao's grandfather.This year is only in his thirties, which is the time when a man is most mature and charming.

He now smiles kindly at Lin Xingtao, but he is not like this usually.

No one in the mall would want to see him smile like that.

His wrist and the smile on his face are the exact opposite, surprisingly cold and resolute.

The temperament brought by the mixture of family background, means, etc. actually exceeds his outstanding appearance. If he wants, he can make a stranger completely overwhelmed by his aura and completely forget what he looks like.

Do not rely on Taoism, do not rely on foreign objects, pure temperament.

Of course, this will not affect Lin Xingtao, and Zhao Xingyi did not treat Lin Xingtao like an outsider.

"This is the friend you want to bring home?" Zhao Xingyi looked at Ji Shun who was standing beside Lin Xingtao, "I said it was the Dragon King, but your mother insisted on saying it was a little girl."

Ji Shun stood quietly, and disappeared from the spot after Lin Xingtao cast a glance.

The roar of the dragon suddenly sounded outside the plane.

The silver-white dragon scales rubbed gently on the window strings, and the vertical pupils of the Dragon King flashed past.

The plane did not tremble at all, and it flew smoothly.

And the golden thread connecting the divine way and the heavenly way slowly hangs down where ordinary people can't see it.

Only the people in the spiritual energy bases in various places can feel that the envisioned national spiritual energy logistics network is being formed bit by bit.

"It is the early morning of February 11th, and New Year's Eve is February No. [-]. There is no need to go back so soon." Lin Xingtao lay on the chair and took out his mobile phone. All logistics networks."

Zhao Xingyi naturally would not object.

He nodded, and closed his eyes to rest opposite Lin Xingtao.

Since he shot two arrows, his body has been in a state of excessive fatigue. Now that he has received his nephew, he can rest for a while.

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Zhao Xingyi didn't know how long he slept. When he woke up, he couldn't take his eyes off the scene in front of him.

Bailong returned to the cabin again, the dragon's head was leaning against Lin Xingtao's side, and the shrunken dragon's body was partly curled up and partly stretched out in the aisle.

His nephew was sitting on the red sofa, with one leg crossed, casually stroking a dragon horn that reached his palm.

This is enough to be painted down and handed down the picture.

Zhao Xingyi thought that he had been in and out of those parties that only young men from top families would attend, and he was one of them when he was young.They are in groups of twos and threes, with precious pets lying under their feet.The livelyness of the teenagers complemented their identities, and more than one huge family background behind them fulfilled their arrogance and pride.Can you imagine that a leopard with a strong body and a fierce posture can only swing its tail obediently and lean against the feet of a foreign noble descendant.It's not that the leopard is docile, but the animal trainer has repeatedly whipped the rule of not harming the owner into the soft fur.Facing the amazement of others, the noble descendant smiled shyly, and said, "No, it's not that easy to tame. I heard from my uncle that this is the fourth generation. Here, Caesar IV." As for the unruly What happened to the first three generations of the family, that is something that the person who provided the leopard to the young master has to think about it with heartache.

Zhao Xingyi didn't know whether Bailong was submissive or simply close, but in his eyes, his nephew—he might not even realize it—inadvertently created the white dragon in a more clever way. Pulled a rein, and Bailong stuck his head into the rope.

Lin Xingtao is not a young master who needs the help of an animal trainer to tame him, but Bailong is not a pet either.

The way of heaven and the gods who pursue the way of heaven... Only when you see the white dragon with your own eyes will you have a little concept of the way of heaven.

The belated mellow taste of red wine surged in Zhao Xingyi's chest.

This smell brought him back to the banquet more than ten years ago.

It was also the day of the festive season, and a banquet was held at home, and many people were invited.The woman in the hat suddenly came in with her child in her arms.

No one stopped her, but she wanted to stop herself.

She ended up in a corner.

Gradually, people came up to say hello, and Zhao Xingyi knew very well what these people thought. It was nothing more than that the young lady of the Zhao family couldn't really live with the children outside, and she would always come back, for example, today.

Zhao Xingyi, who was only in his early 20s at the time, was holding a wine glass and waiting for her to go to her parents with a subtle smile on her face.

From under the hat, like other people who are good at observing words and expressions, Zhao Xingyi can easily see the panic and loss of his sister.

A group of children happily ran past her.

Her hand on her child's shoulder trembled slightly.

Zhao Xingyi thought, she must have suddenly woken up and taken away what her child should have.Her child should have been surrounded by those children, praised and loved by countless elders, and wealth and other things are as easy as candy.

In the past few years, she may not have been ignorant, but she just didn't want to admit it, and she was just indulging in the illusion that she worked very hard.

Only by forcing oneself to return to such a scene can one realize the gap—I think that in the years when my sister left home, she was too far away from the upper class, so far away that she had forgotten the environment she used to grow up in, so far away from those who never lived. Like ordinary people who have never experienced it.

She lowered her head and said something to the child.

Zhao Xingyi got a little bored waiting, snatched a candy from a child, and walked towards his sister and nephew regardless of the child's cries of "this is the last one".

As he walked, he inspected the candy he had snatched at random: it seemed to be an award-winning limited edition at an international chocolate festival.

Then his eyes blurred.

He saw his sister suddenly picked up the child, and then dragged the child away in a hurry.

Zhao Xingyi frowned and stopped walking.

He saw Lin Xingtao, who was still young at the time, turned his head blankly.

Those eyes that don't know who they look like reflected all the pomp and luxury, talking and laughing.

Children are too young to realize what they are seeing.

He will forget the meaning of what he saw in the process of growing up, but those things will not disappear because of his forgetting.

——They formed a barrier that could not be ignored like the crowd his mother hurried through, blocking his way to the banquet center bit by bit.

In the long, distant future, when he works [-] to [-] and even overtime every day for a meager salary, I hope he will not think of everything he missed today.

"... who is he?" asked the child who had been robbed of candy.

Zhao Xingyi threw the candy back to the child, with a cruel smile characteristic of his youth that had not been concealed: "Boy of the Wang family, he has nothing to do with you."

He looked at the place where the elders of the Wang family and his own elders were, they were talking about something.

In fact, after the news of the comet came, the Zhao family was not so peaceful.

Maybe my parents saw this, coupled with their understanding of my sister's stubborn character, they really let my sister go outside.

In other words, the child's name is Lin Xingtao, and I made an appointment with my sister for the middle character. If her child takes another man's surname in the future, I will add a character to the name.

The boy suddenly said: "My dad said just now that a person's strength is not due to external objects, but his own strength."

Zhao Xingyi patted him on the shoulder: "Then you Wang family should go and cultivate yourself."

——The first right to use those fetishes belongs to the Zhao family.

Zhao Xingyi's gift could not be sent out, and he wanted to give his nephew a more limited gift in the future, so he had a letter in his nephew's name.

He drank the wine from his glass.

The taste ten years ago was far less mellow and strong than it is now, but there is still a deep red color flowing into the stomach, and the wine is more sober than candy.

After more than ten years, a bitter taste rose on the tip of his tongue.

The world was suddenly silent.

He suddenly woke up from the memory, and found that his nephew was propping his chin, staring into his eyes lightly.

As if looking at something else through his body.

These eyes merged with the old ones.

All the red wine that was drunk boiled enthusiastically in his stomach, and he heard Lin Xingtao say, "I'm home, uncle."

February [-]th has passed quietly, not during Zhao Xingyi's rest period, but in this simple sentence.

Got home.

February NO.11, New Year's Eve, most people in Yanjing have not woken up from their dreams.

Lin Xingtao got up, and Bailong flew out of the cabin with him.

The dragon's posture is straight and correct, disturbing how many morning lights.

Zhao Xingyi rested his head on the back, listening to the booming sound, Lin Xingtao split all the barriers.

The world may also feel indebted to this grandson of the Zhao family.

——So the great river goes east, and the world falls.

Only he can be so domineering.

The author has something to say: Zhao Xingyi: You forgot your bag.

It should be said to the Dragon King.