At this time, in a courtyard located between the northern edge of Houhai in Kyoto and Yaer Hutong, near Nan's Study, an elderly but energetic man was lying quietly under a big tree in the corner of the courtyard to enjoy the cool air, and a young woman was standing quietly beside him.

Looking at two children of four or five years old playing in the yard, he was whispering something. Occasionally, he might think of something happy and laugh like a little child. He spoke slowly and with ups and downs. His words spread into the heart, warming people's hearts like sunshine.

He was of medium build, with a pair of old-fashioned glasses on his high nose. There were some wrinkles on his face and his head was covered with white hair.

In the eyes of his family, he always has a kind smile and is amiable.

But who would have thought that this old man, during the war, led his troops on numerous expeditions, personally severing no fewer than thirty enemy heads! He was once known as the Iron-Faced King of Hell...

He has begun to enjoy his retirement and now rarely appears outside. He just quietly guards this small courtyard alone, unwilling to leave...

No one knows what kind of stories were hidden here, and how many years of glory it has experienced...

Perhaps the busiest time here is when the children come back together. That's usually the New Year, with four generations living together in harmony. The elderly also become active, which is rare...

Normally, he would enjoy the cool breeze in the courtyard, take a stroll, or quietly maintain his sharp blades that had accompanied him through many battles...

I have no regrets in this life. My family is prosperous and I have basically lived a low-key life.

Although they didn't have the heart to fight for power and profit, the military power they held for so many years had given this family an astonishingly large network of connections, not to mention the enormous power they controlled...

My only regret is that old man who is already 50 years old...

I'm also a sentimental person, but I don't know how I'm doing without someone who understands me and cares about me...

It's a bit strange. I keep thinking about that child these past two days. I seem to have a strange feeling in my heart...

Unaware that just outside the walls, a young man who looked very similar to his own family members, wandered around for a long time, staring in this direction for a very long time. It seemed as if something was connecting them...

"Tong'er, is there any news about your uncle recently?"

There was a slight tremor in his calm words...

Is he getting old? The old man slowly raised his right hand and covered his chest, which seemed to be throbbing just now...

He looked up at the azure sky that was visible through the dense leaves, and it seemed as if someone was looking for him there.

"Grandpa, I haven't received any news. Although the domestic situation is somewhat turbulent this year, it is almost negligible for their troops..."

She also particularly admired her uncle, whom she seldom met, because the woman who had disappeared for nearly thirty years never married...

"well……"

The old man sighed deeply, and his mind couldn't help but think of his youngest son's wedding photo. Although it was not very clear, he knew that the daughter-in-law he had never met was pretty and a good person...

Forget it, children and grandchildren have their own blessings. Ever since he tied him up and brought him back, he no longer forced him to do anything. He just supported him silently from behind, even if it meant giving up everything...

If, if I could find that stubborn wife and child in my lifetime, then my life would be complete...

In a hidden military base nestled in the vast mountains of Yunnan, a sturdy man sat alone at a table. A few stubborn strands of silver had emerged from his dark hair, but despite being nearly fifty, his face was largely wrinkled.

Looking at the uniform, the most striking thing is the two gold beads on each side...

There were several signed documents on the table, neatly placed aside, and they should have been reviewed.

In front of it was a picture frame, a very sturdy glass frame. It looked like it was made by an amateur...

The photo frame wasn't a look-alike photo, but rather an old marriage certificate. The two photos pressed tightly together looked as if they'd been stamped, and were already a bit blurry...

Looking at this only thought, he would always ponder for a while.

Whenever it was late at night and everyone was asleep, he would always think of those happy times...

It seemed as if his wife and children were still around him...