But this does not affect my admiration for this person.

Be it evil or good.

At least he was a person. If we look at the present, he might actually become a great person.

Thinking of this, Ding Xiaoyi suddenly sighed in his heart.

Gaze at the sea of ​​flowers in the distance.

I thought of Lee Byung-hun and Wang Ji-hyun.

I thought of that little girl Chen Yingzi.

Little peach comes to mind.

And the little match girl.

Immediately, infinite sighs arose in my heart, and I really felt like I had seen all the vicissitudes of life and felt sorry for the ancients.

My heart moved, and I couldn't help but sing the poem sung by the old man Huang Quanzao.

"the river is long and tempestuous, it was like a hero.

Under the Yellow Spring, how many outstanding people are buried and still dare to call themselves heroes after death?"

Perhaps it was the experience during this period that gave him endless thoughts, and he unconsciously incorporated these thoughts into his singing.

I don't care about mountains and rivers, I don't ask for glory and wealth, I just want peace and quiet in the years.

After the words fell, Ding Xiaoyi closed his eyes, as if he had vented all the stress during this period with the singing, and his whole body became ethereal and relaxed.

"No more? No more words??"

However, at this moment, he suddenly heard a voice asking from behind, which scared Ding Xiaoyi to the point of trembling.

But at the same time, my mind suddenly became alert. With my current five senses, how could someone easily appear behind me without knowing it?

Turning around and taking a look, Ding Xiaoyi's eyes suddenly widened. He actually recognized the person in front of him.

Before he could speak, he saw the old man squatting on the stone in front of him and started laughing: "Little brother, aren't you a newbie in the training class? Why are you lamenting life here?"

"Haha~~"

These words immediately made Ding Xiaoyi's face feel hot.

It's okay to call him a stranger, but by chance, I recognized the old man in front of me. Isn't he the canteen man who used to put poison in the training base late at night every night?

As soon as I saw him, I subconsciously thought of that pot of bright red spicy food.

And the stewed stew that had been simmered for most of the night. I swallowed it and spit out it.

Under the half-smiling gaze of the old man, his face turned even redder.

When I came home from school, I didn't see my parents.

A man suddenly became wild and started singing and dancing in front of the mirror.

When I turned around, I realized that my parents were standing behind me at some point, looking at me with admiring expressions on their faces.

That feeling...so shy.

I get goosebumps just thinking about it.

"Haha, no, that's all I know."

After listening to Ding Xiaoyi's words, the old man suddenly felt a little disappointed.

Ding Xiaoyi's eyes were wandering. During the union training, he felt that the old man's body was not as strong as usual.

Now it is even more confirmed, the famous saying "Your uncle is still your uncle."

The person walked behind him, but the distance was only three meters. At this distance, if he suddenly took action, it would be enough to kill him.

It is conceivable that this old man is also a hidden master.

Come to think of it, I don't seem to have much luck with women, but I have quite a lot of luck with being an old man.

With his eyes rolling, Ding Xiaoyi stepped forward and asked: "But I know who the author is. Next time, I will ask clearly and give you a copy!"

"Oh! You even recognize the author!"
Chapter completed!