But then something occurred to him, and he had to talk about the Snow Maple Blade.
He kept his eyes closed and asked, "Arou, do you know about the war that liberated Beiping?"
Chen Rou knew, of course, but what caught her attention was that Nie Zhao had a single white hair on his head. She looked down and tugged at the white hair, laughing as she said, "I know, so what?"
Nie Zhao said, "I saw a painting called 'Liberation of Beiping'. I don't know why, but in the most important part of the composition, the weapon that is an essential item for war is a snow-maple knife."
In the book "Liberation of Beiping," there is a historical illustration in which Xuefeng Dao is shown at the very front.
This is something most people wouldn't understand, but Chen Rou isn't an ordinary person, so she understands. She smiled and said, "Because at that time in the Beijing-Hebei region, the Xuefeng Blade played the biggest role in the war, and it killed the most enemies."
Nie Zhao thought to himself, "No wonder. The client told him to bring the knife next time he goes, because his dad wants to see it."
It seems the client's elderly father fought in the Beijing-Hebei region and genuinely cares about the knife, wanting to see it.
Yes, now that A-Yuan can go downstairs, he can also get out of bed.
Kids are curious about everything new, and in this room, he explored everything, even the drawers and wardrobes. What he was most curious about was the briefcase his father had just brought home.
Dad never brings his work into the bedroom, so why did he bring it in today?
The little guy only walked unconsciously during the day, but now he's forgotten that and is still crawling.
His mother was picking at the gray hairs on his father's head, unaware that his good-for-nothing father wasn't playing with A-Yuan either, but instead fell asleep as soon as he arrived, leaving A-Yuan to play by himself.
He slipped off the bed, went around the bedside table and the reading lamp, and climbed onto the sofa from the other side. As soon as he reached up, wow, his dad's bag came crashing down on his head with a thud. Hey, the bag was heavy.
He sat down on the ground, and with his chubby little hands, he searched and felt around until, with a ripping sound, the bag opened.
There are checks inside, throw them away; the seal, throw that away too; it's still a seal, throw it away, throw it away.
Oh, there are even photos of him and his mother, several of them.
A-Yuan picked up his mother's photo, drooling as he held it up, smelled it for a moment, and then threw it away.
But there was something cold and long. What was it? Ah Yuan took it out with both hands and held it up: "Oh!"
What is this thing? Why is it so black, and why does it have so many colorful patterns on it?
A Yuan held it up and played with it for a while, then instinctively pulled it out.
He recognized the knife because he had many fruit knives and steak knives at home.
But at his age, when he could only control his urination, the adults didn't allow A-Yuan to touch a knife.
Wow, a knife! Ah Yuan really likes it, and he holds it up.
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Nie Zhao nestled in his wife's arms, chatting idly, listening to his son's wailing sounds, and almost fell asleep, but then he heard a whooshing sound, the sound of a knife being raised.
Instinct made him suddenly jump up and reach out to grab it.
It wasn't his hands that did it; it must have been his mother's blessing in the afterlife. It's like how some people just happen to miss a flying car or dodge a brick falling from the sky. That moment on the edge of life and death is all fate.
He held the knife in one hand and his son in the other, saying, "I'm sorry, I forgot. I shouldn't have brought the knife into the bedroom."
He had originally planned to give the Phoenix Saber to his wife as soon as they met.
But Nie Rong's meddling made him forget about it.
What a close call! He was sleeping here, but his son bumped into a knife.
Nie Zhao didn't even dare to imagine what the consequences would have been if he hadn't acted on instinct at that moment.
However, his sudden outburst startled A-Yuan, who was holding the scabbard, and he burst into tears.
But something was wrong. Nie Zhao looked at the knife and then at the scabbard, and was stunned as if he had been struck by lightning.
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