Old Hu seemed to remember something, and looked at Shen Qian with a half-smile, saying, "Young man, you know how to play."
“Uncle Hu, although we are quite familiar with each other, you can’t slander me. What do you mean by childhood sweethearts? I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Shen Qian said seriously.
"Heh, I was the one who cleaned up those empty bottles you were drinking on the rooftop. What are you pretending for!"
Old Hu sneered, "When you saw that girl out of the neighborhood, she was clearly clinging to you."
"Why are you still spying?"
Shen Qian looked somewhat embarrassed.
"Kid, if you dare to do something, you should dare to take responsibility. Some people fall in love when they are young, while others are dashing when they are young. It's hard to say which life is more exciting, but I think you are lucky in at least one way."
"What?" Shen Qian asked curiously.
"Judging from your current momentum, becoming a king or nobleman is just around the corner. At least, you don't have to worry about having trouble making choices," Old Hu chuckled.
It took Shen Qian a moment to realize that Old Hu was referring to the privilege of kings and nobles, namely, freedom of marriage.
During the last gathering of the kings and nobles, Shen Qian learned from their conversation that the beautiful and elegant Luo Shenbo had two husbands.
It is extremely difficult for kings and nobles to reproduce, but once a child is born, his or her talent is definitely above the baseline. This is probably the original intention behind this law.
"Uncle Hu, we've gone off-topic, please continue," Shen Qian corrected the subject.
"At the time, she chose to become a teaching assistant, while I went into the administrative system. Then, more than twenty years ago, when she got married..."
"Wait a minute!"
Sensing something was amiss, Shen Qian interrupted Old Man Hu, "What do you mean, when she got married, wasn't she married to you?"
Old Hu coughed slightly, somewhat awkwardly, "Young man, not all relationships have to have a happy ending..."
"Bullshit!" Shen Qian retorted in disagreement, "That's pure toxic positivity. If you like someone, go for it. If you can't get them, then forget it and move on to the next one. There's nothing wrong with being affectionate, but if you only move yourself, then there's a big problem."
Old Hu fell silent.
Shen Qian felt a little embarrassed and patted the other person on the shoulder, saying, "Actually, this is just some inspirational quote I saw online... Don't worry about it."
Old Hu rolled his eyes, composed himself, and his gaze became deep again.
"By more than a decade ago, she had become the youngest professor at Jiangzhong Military Academy, while I was the youngest director of the security department..."
"So you used to be a security guard too?" Shen Qian found it both funny and exasperating.
"What kind of look is that? Do you think the security guards at Jiangzhong Military Security are just ordinary security guards?"
Old Hu angrily said, "Back then, I had already broken through the Mountain and Sea Realm and was a major. If it weren't for the issue of seniority, I would definitely have been a lieutenant colonel... Have you ever seen a security guard who could be awarded the rank of colonel?"
“That makes sense, please continue.” Shen Qian obediently did not refute.
"Then, then...that thing happened."
Old Hu's tone turned somber, "That thing that almost turned everything upside down."
Shen Qian was about to ask what it was about, but then something occurred to him, and he subconsciously asked, "Uncle Hu, are you talking about... the incident from ten years ago?"
At this moment, Old Hu suddenly stopped and looked up.
Shen Qian then realized that the two of them had unknowingly arrived at the cemetery in Jingcheng.
The cemetery is located on a low hill. Shen Qian followed the silent old man Hu all the way in, then went around a secluded path, and finally arrived at the back of the hill.
Before us lay a somewhat desolate area.
Hidden among the sparse, withered vegetation, dark stone tablets stand, their mottled inscriptions so blurred that the characters are almost illegible, forming a stark contrast to the glossy tombstones on the front of the cemetery, which are bathed in sunlight.
"They were once the pride of Jingcheng, they shouldn't be buried in this neglected, desolate place, they shouldn't be..."
Old Hu stared at the tombstones, tears streaming down his face, sobbing uncontrollably.
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