There are only two bedrooms here, but the sofa can still be used as a sleeping area.
"I'm afraid of getting the sofa dirty," Dao Jiu explained.
Shen Qian was startled, and then vaguely remembered that he had been supporting her these past few days, and that she seemed to have vomited on him more than once.
"When we go out later, why don't you go buy some clothes... Don't shake your head, I'll pay!" Shen Qian said quickly, feeling a little guilty.
The house was empty; Mom and Dad had probably gone to work again.
...Although Shen Qian felt that given their current family circumstances, it would be pointless for his parents to go back to work, they were still extremely insistent on this matter.
After washing up, Shen Qian took Dao Jiu and left.
He plans to visit the Kyushu Martial Arts Hall, not only to lift weights but also to think about creating his own martial arts techniques.
Along the way, the residents of the community greeted Shen Qian warmly, and Shen Qian, who was already used to it, responded with a smile.
Before Shen Qian could react, Dao Jiu had already teleported to his side and blocked his way, reaching for the long package behind him.
Shen Qian was taken aback. Could it be that someone in Jingcheng would still dare to harm him?
He walked over to Dao Jiu and looked ahead, where he saw a familiar yet unfamiliar figure.
His hair was gray, his back was slightly hunched, he had a limp leg, and his security guard uniform didn't fit him very well.
The old man stood at the entrance of the residential area, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, puffing away in the morning light.
As always, every morning before Shen Qian went to school, he would stand here, smoking a five-yuan pack of cigarettes, occasionally exchanging a few boastful words with Shen Qian, before walking back to the guardhouse.
"Uncle Hu..."
Shen Qian stared at the old man in front of him with a complicated expression.
Judging from Dao Jiu's reaction, the martial artist badge belonging to the Mountain and Sea Realm that the old man placed under the bed was indeed genuine.
Shocking! The impoverished security guard in the poor neighborhood turned out to be a reclusive powerhouse. With a single command, three thousand experts rushed to China overnight…
It really does have a bit of a cheap, mass-produced literary feel to it.
"You little rascal, you've really made something of yourself!"
Old Hu's gaze towards Chen Qian was even more complicated.
For a moment, Shen Qian didn't know what to say.
"Want to walk with this old man for a bit?"
Old Hu spoke first, and he laughed.
"good."
Shen Qian realized that Old Hu had something very important to tell him.
"Wait while I change my clothes."
Old Hu waved his hand, turned around, and walked into the guardhouse.
Shen Qian waited quietly until more than ten minutes later, when Old Hu finally pushed open the door and came out.
Sunlight streamed down, illuminating Old Hu's wrinkled face. He wore a neatly trimmed military uniform, without his rank insignia, his back ramrod straight, and his hair meticulously combed.
A vibrant aura emanated from that seemingly aged body, so intense in the early morning that it was almost blinding.
At this moment, Old Hu was no longer the down-on-his-luck security guard in the neighborhood, but a true mountain and sea powerhouse.
Old Hu, holding a bunch of white chrysanthemums, walked ahead towards the exit of the residential area, while gesturing with his eyes for Chen to follow.
...
"My real name is Hu Feiwei."
On the streets of Jingcheng, Shen Qian and Old Hu walked side by side, listening to him speak slowly.
Dao Jiu followed behind the two at a distance that was neither too close nor too far.
"This name sounds somewhat familiar," Shen Qian began to ponder.
"I was the top provincial scorer in 1953," Old Hu said directly.
Shen Qian glanced at Old Man Hu in surprise, then looked relieved.
Perhaps it's because I've met so many top scorers that I'm not so surprised anymore. My fifth senior brother, Ling Xiao, was the provincial top scorer in 1947, and Shi Dingyan was also a top scorer more than a hundred years ago...
Yes, it's perfectly reasonable for top students to only associate with other top students.
Old Hu was a local of Jingcheng, and there were only a handful of martial arts champions in Jingcheng's history. Shen Qian guessed that he had seen his name in some records before.
2253 is forty-four years ago.
"You went to... the military?" Shen Qian glanced at Old Hu's military uniform and asked thoughtfully.
"To be precise, it's Jiangzhong Military Academy." Old Hu's face showed a nostalgic expression. "Most of the top scholars of our era went there."
No wonder there used to be a saying online that only top scorers were admitted to military academies in Jiangzhong; it suddenly dawned on me.
"And then what?"
Shen Qian was still quite interested in the story of how a top scholar became a security guard.
"Forty years ago, I graduated from Jiangzhong Military Academy. At that time, I had two choices: one was to join Jiangzhong Military Academy and serve as a mid-level non-commissioned officer, and the other was to stay at the academy as a teacher."
Old Hu continued.
"You went to the army?"
Shen Qian said this because Old Hu's identity might be fake, but his disability was definitely not.
For a man as powerful as Shan Hai to be crippled by such a severe injury, and seemingly beyond repair, it's highly likely that such a horrific event occurred on the battlefield.
However, to Shen Qian's surprise, Old Hu shook his head.
"I stayed on at the school."
Old Hu seemed to be thinking of something, and a smile appeared on his lips, a smile full of deep affection.
"Because of a woman... she also stayed on at the school."
"It turns out to be a love story, quite different from what I imagined," Shen Qian sighed.
"You brat, what do you know!"
Old Hu revealed his true colors and scolded, "Do you know that for a young man, love is sometimes life itself?"
"...I think I understand, but I don't quite." Shen Qian thought for a moment and answered honestly.
"Perhaps one day you will understand. If you don't, then you are truly pathetic... No, that's not right. You're much more carefree than me. Your childhood sweetheart is still in Beidu, and you've gained another childhood friend in Jingcheng."
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