Chenpi and I went crab catching. I saw Chenpi catch a big crab and run towards me happily with a bit of boasting on his face.

I touched his head and praised him: "Chenpi, you are awesome!"

He seemed to be energized. He tied the crab with a thin rope and threw it into the backpack, then went to catch the next crab excitedly.

Chenpi was very happy, and his thoughts went back to the time when he met him.

The first time I met him was outside the city. He was being pinned to the ground and beaten by a few kids, and the crabs in his basket were scattered all over the ground.

The kids who beat him were all taller than him, so Chenpi could only take the beating silently. It was not that he had not thought about resisting, but he was outnumbered and often didn't have enough to eat.

How could he have much strength? He could only passively endure the beatings. He silently took note of everyone who beat him, waiting to take revenge one day.

Gradually, the children found him boring when they saw that he did not resist. One of them picked up the crabs on the ground, carried the basket on his shoulder and said to the others.

"Let's go."

"Little beggar, remember this! If you pick up crabs here, you have to listen to us. From now on, half of the crabs you catch must be given to us as filial piety, otherwise we will beat you!"

The children left triumphantly, but Chenpi lay on the ground, unable to get up, with a fishy and sweet taste rising in his throat.

"Are you okay?"

A gentle voice came into his ears, and a pair of warm hands helped him up, held him in their arms, and hurried into the city.

"Doctor, can you please take a look at the child?"

Chenpi struggled to open his heavy eyelids, saw the young man's face clearly, and fainted with satisfaction.

After that, the young man taught him some martial arts, bought medicine for his seriously ill grandmother, and even helped him drive away the bad kids who wanted to steal his crabs.

Although Chenpi still had a sour face, he really liked to stick to the young man and finally learned his name from the young man. His name was Qinglian, and others called him Mr. Qing.

He is a guest living in Zhang Qishan's mansion and he is a very good person.

She would coax him when he was unhappy, and buy him sweet candied haws. Even if he looked unhappy, she would smile and approach him instead of staying away from him.

Chenpi looked at the person in green clothes, with gentle features and a faint smile on his lips, like the moon in the sky.

He didn't want to be like others and call him Mr. Qing, that was too strange, so he kept calling him by his name.

After a while, by chance, he became Er Yuehong's disciple and his only disciple, and his status rose rapidly.

But since then, Qinglian rarely came to see him.

"What are you thinking about, kid? Does it hurt?"

I saw Chenpi was in a daze, with his hand pinched by the crab and blood flowing from his hand. I was furious. I walked over to help him remove the crab and poked his forehead hard.

"..." Chenpi didn't say anything, but just looked at him with a pair of watery eyes, like a wronged little animal, whimpering silently.

"Okay, okay, be careful next time."

I didn't have the heart to say anything to him, so I helped him disinfect and bandage his injured finger, and habitually hugged him in my arms to coax him, just like before, but I didn't notice that Chenpi's lips curled up slightly, with a smug look on his face.

As the war intensified, the city of Changsha seemed to be filled with the invisible smell of gunpowder. People on the streets were in a hurry, and there was a hint of panic in the eyes of many people.

War will kill people.

Thanks to the fact that they had a relatively reliable leader, order in Changsha City was maintained.

Even so, this tense atmosphere couldn't help but affect me.

Fortunately, we won.

But a new crisis is about to come.