Rebirth of Everyday Life In the 1970s

Chen Bingwen was obviously aware of something, his eyes dimmed, and he looked at Song Fengchen.

Song Fengchen flipped his right hand, and the peach wood sword lying flat on the dinner table flew into his palm.

The few bodyguards on the side also ignored the surprise, and became vigilant.

The air is suffocating.

The knock on the door continued, and the tall bodyguard in the lead stepped up, opened the door, and faced a young face. His pupils shrank slightly: "Ning Wu, why are you here?"

"Uncle Gao." Chen Ningwu yelled to the tall bodyguard, and while poking his head in, said: "Brother Gong came to Yangshi for a business trip. I came to visit him to play, and I just ran into Uncle Yan. He said my dad. Here, so I'll come and see..."

The tall bodyguard immediately turned his body sideways and looked back at Chen Bingwen.

"Dad, what are you guys?" Chen Ningwu walked into the door, the corner of his eye fell on Song Fengchen, looking at the mess of things on the dinner table, he stopped and stepped impartially on the silver dollar.

The smile on Chen Ningwu's face froze little by little. He glanced at the expressionless Chen Bingwen, lowered his head, moved his left foot, and revealed the silver dollar on the ground.

He can even see the dragon horns the size of two toothpicks printed on the silver dollar.

With a bang, the tall bodyguard behind Chen Ningwu raised his hand to close the door tightly.

"Dad," Chen Ningwu stretched out his hand to pick up the silver dollar and turned it around between his fingers. He looked up, "What happened?"

"Don't you know what happened?" Chen Bingwen said in a cold voice, his temples burst into blue veins, and there was no trace of grief on his face: "It's all about this time, Chen Ningwu, you don't have to be with you anymore. I was pretending to be confused."

Song Fengchen asked him: "He is?"

Chen Bingwen sullen his face: "My youngest adopted son."

It turned out to be just an adopted child.

Song Fengchen thoughtfully, looking at Chen Ningwu, he always felt something strange.

Chen Ningwu gave a tut, and threw away the silver dollar in his hand. In the crisp sound of impact, he smiled without a smile: "I didn't expect you to find it so soon."

Chen Bingwen’s eyes were burning with anger, and he panted, "Chen Ningwu, why on earth is Chen Bingwen sorry to you, you want to harm me like this? If I didn’t pick you up back then, for you to eat, wear, and go to school, You starved to death on the street a long time ago."

Chen Ningwu snorted and said nothing.

Chen Bingwen calmed down a little bit, and naturally he considered more comprehensively. He stared at Chen Ningwu firmly: "I don't understand, something happened to me, what good can it do to you... Or you have been on purpose from the beginning. Contact me, it’s not right, how old were you at that time, or were you also instructed by others?"

Chen Ningwu didn't want to break off with Chen Bingwen so much. He sneered and said, "I want to kill you. Why do I need so many reasons? You're lucky this time—"

He looked at Song Fengchen: "But you think you can save you if you find such a stinky hairy boy?"

Before the words fell, Song Fengchen lifted the Taomu sword in his hand, and violently moved towards Chen Ningwu's direction, and appeared in front of Chen Ningwu in the blink of an eye.

Before the long sword arrived, the whistling sound had arrived, Chen Ningwu's pupils tightened, and before he was surprised at Song Fengchen's strength, he clenched his fists, a deep green infuriating violently surging out of his dantian, and immediately raised his arms to block. In front of you.

"boom--"

Between the violent collision of the sword energy and the dark green true energy, a strong energy spread out like a wave, followed by Chen Ningwu's face whitening, and flew out.

It happened too suddenly. When Chen Bingwen reacted, a strong wind slammed the calligraphy and painting seat in the box against him.

He was sluggish for half a second, and then he was protected by the bodyguard behind him.

The wind stopped.

Chen Bingwen was lifted from the ground by the bodyguard. He shook his head and wiped the sawdust from his face. When he fixed his eyes and looked again, Chen Ningwu fell to the ground with his limbs twisted.

Only the hilt of the peach wood sword in Song Fengchen's hand was left, and the sword body seemed to be broken into several sections scattered on the ground. He stepped on Chen Ningwu's face, condescendingly, and said in a calm tone: "What did you just say? "

Chen Ningwu's eyes burst out, and as his internal organs became a ball, he squirted out a mouthful of blood, and his face was grim: "How is it possible?"

"How can't it be, you can rejuvenate your forty-something old thing, I..." Speaking of this, Song Fengchen shut up decisively as if he had thought of something.

In your forties?

Hearing this, everyone present looked at Chen Ningwu, who looked like a high school student on the ground, with an unbelievable expression.

At this moment, there was another knock on the door, and a middle-aged man's voice came from outside the box: "Mr. Chen, what's going on inside, are you okay?"

Obviously it was attracted by the sound in the box.

Chen Bingwen recovered, and immediately raised his voice: "The director of the banquet, it's nothing, I'm dealing with a private matter here, so the movement is a bit louder."

"That's fine, it's fine."

Sending people through the door, Chen Bingwen waved away the tall bodyguard who was supporting him, and turned to look at Chen Ningwu: "Who are you?"

Chen Ningwu panted roughly and laughed suddenly. He spit out a mouthful of blood with a look of confidence, as if to insist that Chen Bingwen didn't dare to take him anyway, "You ask who am I?"

Song Fengchen moved away the feet on Chen Ningwu’s face. Chen Ningwu turned his head hard and looked at Chen Bingwen. His eyes were full of gloomy birds: "Do you remember thirty years ago at Dengzhou Railway Station, the one you met begging for you? Disabled little beggar."

Chen Bingwen opened his mouth, his face in a trance.

Chen Bingwen’s father was a high-ranking government official in the Republic of China. Thirty-one years ago, his father was arrested and imprisoned for losing air pay. At that time, when the two parties were fighting the most fiercely, the upper hand deliberately killed chickens and monkeys, so his father became a dead soul under the gun. , The Chen mansion was also copied, and the Chen family was defeated.

In the past, relatives and friends all avoided seeing. Chen Bingwen had nowhere to turn to help. After packing up his father's body, he planned to take his wife and children back to his hometown to settle down.

They encountered the mountain bandits before they had imagined it, and while escaping for their lives, his wife took his son and separated from him.

After that, Chen Bingwen, who had managed to escape back to his hometown, sent away his lingering sick old mother. The penniless rich young master had no choice but to roll up his sleeves and found a job in a tea shop that could barely make ends meet.

Six months later, Chen Bingwen passed the Dengzhou Railway Station on his way to the owner's home with the tea shop shopkeeper.

There he met a little beggar who looked exactly like his son, and the other man told him with an excited expression that he had not admitted the wrong person.

The little beggar grabbed his trouser legs and tried to recognize him.

At that moment, Chen Bingwen thought a lot.

Perhaps the leader of the begging gang is staring at them nearby, and their reaction may lead to the chase of these frantic guys.

Ten thousand steps back, what happens after he takes his son back?

His son was not just as simple as missing arms and legs, he was also blind in one eye and his tongue was gone.

There is no doubt that this degree of disability and disability.

He can't afford it.

Time stood still for a moment, and Chen Bingwen, who had recovered, seemed to have made up his mind.

He stepped back two steps, freed the little beggar's hand to grasp his trouser legs, and said in a hurry, "It's dirty, don't touch me".

After saying this, he hurriedly rushed into the crowd without looking back.

Being forced to make such a choice, Chen Bingwen said in his heart that it was impossible to feel uncomfortable.

But the days will continue, and time is like running water, twenty years in a flash.

One winter twenty years later, Chen Bingwen knocked down a scrawny child at the corner of the street. The child looked very much like his son.

In a daze, Chen Bingwen had a sorrow in his heart, and then thought of his mother.

When he was young, although his mother was not able to support him with a blue sky because of her cowardice, she actually loved him, and this was his only consolation in the cold and absurd Chen Mansion.

When he was fifteen years old, he married his mother's next-door niece. By the age of twenty-two, he was still empty under his knees. It was the happiest time for his concubine brothers. Because of the issue of heirs, he was often taunted by these guys overtly and secretly.

His mother was anxious about this, and she didn't know how many hairs she had lost.

In order to reassure his mother, and for other reasons, when his son was born, Chen Bingwen sent him to his mother and asked her to take care of him.

Those years were the time when his mother laughed the most since he remembered.

Out of nostalgia for his mother, Chen Bingwen endured the discomfort caused by this face similar to his son, adopted the child, and named him exactly the same name as his son, Chen Ningwu.

Chen Bingwen recovered. He looked at Chen Ningwu and trembled: "You, you are..."

Chen Ningwu's eyes were cold, "Yes, I'm back for revenge!"