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The snow is still falling.

An old tomb outside the village was also covered with a quilt.

That is the blacksmith's grave, the stele erected by Professor Lin, the name written by the old scholar, the paper money scattered by Ye Banxian, and the loess held by the fellow villagers.

Tiejiang Zhao is a simple and honest man!...I picked up a good boy.

Wutong Town still exists today because of the merits he and his father planted back then.

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Chapter 2440 The young boy leaves home and the boss returns (2 / 2)

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Zhao Yun, who was belatedly wearing sackcloth and mourning, asked Zhao Yun to kneel in front of the grave and did not get up for three days.

When the young boy left home and returned home, it took him ten years to prove the bitterness and pain of the words he learned from the book.

The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop; the son wants to be filial but his relatives are not there.

His regret is not on the road, but in his hometown.

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On the fourth day, Coach Lin carried him home.

It was too cold; the child cried for too long and passed out in front of the grave.

Still no one disturbed him. After some sleep, maybe... he could forget his grief.

That night, the small courtyard of the Zhao family was as quiet as death.

It wasn't until early in the morning that the clanging sound of iron tools could be heard from the backyard.

It was Zhao Yun who was striking iron, hammer after hammer, the same fighting method his father taught him. The difference was that the sparks between the iron and the iron were filled with his tears.

He has three good masters! One makes the fire, the other cooks porridge, and the other holds a charm and a mahogany sword and prays for him in a serious manner.

"The deceased is gone, so I'm sorry."

The old scholar had a kind face and spoke very gently.

His most proud disciple was probably stunned and could not speak for a long time.

Yes, he understands everything.

The person closest to me is gone, and I'm afraid the child is still immersed in the memories of that year.

Looking like this really made him feel distressed.

They are all masters, so there is no one who doesn't feel pain. Who knows where their little disciple has been in these years and how much he has suffered. He is only fifteen years old, but his body is full of traces of the years that have gone through many hardships.

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"Did my father leave any last words when he left?"

It took a long time before Zhao Yun opened his mouth, speaking only a few words, hoarsely.

"When the blacksmith left, he was already unconscious. He just sat at the door of his house, hugging your childhood clothes, and muttered: My son has won the first prize."

Coach Lin tried his best to speak calmly, but Zhao Yun couldn't help but burst into tears.

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Time may not be a good medicine, but it can quietly soothe the pain.

When Zhao Yun left home again, it was the beginning of the next spring, and he came out carrying a hoe.

He had walked the country roads many times in those years.

Now when I leave, I am not in the same state of mind as when I came here.

There are many fewer people in the village, and there are also many more unfamiliar faces.

When the children saw him, they all looked curious, just like he was innocent back then.

"If you don't come to my wedding, I'll punish you with a pot." Wang Xiaoguan came up.

"I have to drink the wedding wine." Zhao Yun took it and drank it all in one gulp.

"Where have you been all these years?" Wang Xiaoguan asked in a low voice.

"Went to a... far away place."

Zhao Yun's words were still hoarse and full of bitterness.

He hated the way home, it was too long and far away, so far that when he called daddy, he had to hear it in his dreams.

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On this day, there was an extra college student in the private school.

The teacher was the old scholar's granddaughter Wan Xin. When she saw Zhao Yun sitting in the hall, she couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, but after only a moment, she took the ruler.

Even though he had learned poems and books, Zhao Yun still listened carefully.

Ten years have passed, he has changed, and so has the female gentleman. He is less cold and indifferent than before, and more graceful and beautiful than before.

"Why aren't you married yet?" Zhao Yun asked after class.

"Waiting for the man of your dreams to come and marry you." The female gentleman whispered and smiled.

She also often dreams about doing shameful things with a man.

He said that one day he would meet and marry her, and she believed him and was waiting silently.

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"Stand firm."

"Don't be lazy."

Instructor Lin, who is highly skilled in martial arts, is still the same strict teacher.

When Zhao Yun came, the old man was in the martial arts training ground, scolding his young disciples.

"Hello, senior brother."

The children are very sensible and bowed their hands even though they were far away.

The master said that this senior brother is a prodigy in martial arts.

"I haven't done any tricks in many years, let's practice."

Coach Lin rolled up his sleeves and swung a spear.

"Okay." Zhao Yun accepted it steadily and showed off the Lin family's marksmanship.

"If you mess with me, Master will scold you." Coach Lin said sternly.

"clear."

"Watch the gun."

pound!

Wow...!

With one move, the kids all raised their heads and watched the master fly out.

When he was done, he fell into the river with a pop. His spear flew further than he did and stuck on the stone bridge with a clang.

After many years, Zhao Yun is still so down-to-earth.

The master said no water should be released, but he really didn't.

It was this stick that made Coach Lin a little confused.

He was defeated. He was defeated. He didn't know where to follow him, so he was completely defeated.

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The fortune teller and his apprentice both knelt in front of the ancestor's memorial tablet in the middle of the night.

After calculating the divination three times for his disciple, the master almost died in the grave.

The old man stopped cursing and swearing.

The incense must continue, and the mantle is passed on to the disciples.

Zhao Yun did not quit the hexagram, but he poked a big hole in the secret of heaven.

His hexagram is no longer effective, and if he continues to calculate, the gods will suffer.

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"Sir, it's your turn."

"As you get older, you get sleepy easily."
To be continued...