"Where am I?"
Zhang Chaozhong felt a little dazzling in front of him. The sunlight shone through the window and fell on his eyelids. Zhang Chaozhong slowly opened his eyes and found himself in an unfamiliar bedroom.
He was not lying down, but lying on his stomach. The wound on his back was still throbbing, which immediately reminded him of what happened last night.
"I'm not dead? Did they catch me alive? "
Zhang Chaozhong's expression gradually became a little strange.
He forced himself to sit up, intending to look through the window, only to find a familiar figure in the courtyard outside … practicing swordsmanship, if this could be considered swordsmanship.
"Why isn't Boss Ning dead? What's going on? "
Zhang Chaozhong fell into deep thought. He could not understand how he could survive last night's situation. Even Ning Qi was alive and well. Where did the two guys who chased after him go?
Creak.
The door opened and Bei Xiao walked in with a basin of water. She placed it on the bedside and said to Zhang Chaozhong, "Master said that the wound on your back needs to be cleaned, but he said that you can do it yourself. Come out and have some porridge after you're done."
Bei Xiao turned around and left after she finished speaking. She felt strange when she walked out of the door. Why did that guy look so familiar? She seemed to have seen him somewhere before.
Zhang Chaozhong also had the same feeling. He naturally did not know that Bei Xiao was the child beggar he had saved from Wild Cloud Hand. The Bei Xiao at that time was very different from the current Bei Xiao. However, from Bei Xiao's words, Zhang Chaozhong was able to obtain an accurate piece of information. He had indeed survived, even though he had no memory of what had happened last night. In order to know this, he quickly cleaned his wounds, put on the green robe that Bei Xiao had brought for him, and walked into the courtyard.
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Bei Meng rested her chin on her hand and watched Ning Qi practice his swordsmanship in boredom. When she saw Zhang Chaozhong, a trace of curiosity flashed in her eyes.
"You're awake?"
Ning Qi put away his sword and wiped the sweat off his forehead. He smiled.
"Yes."
Zhang Chaozhong wanted to say something but stopped. He glanced at Bei Xiao and Bei Meng.
"You two go out and play."
Ning Qi waved his hand.
Bei Xiao and Bei Meng looked at each other. They knew that their master had something to say to this fellow, so they reluctantly left the courtyard and went into the store.
After the two left, Zhang Chaozhong cupped his hands towards Ning Qi and said, "Boss Ning, I don't know what happened last night. Why am I still alive, and even you …"
"I'm not sure either. After you fainted, they left."
Ning Qi said.
"Hmm?"
Zhang Chaozhong stared blankly at Ning Qi.
"Speaking of which, it was really dangerous …"
Ning Qi sighed.
"This … I'm really sorry. I almost put Boss Ning in danger. Those guys won't let me off so easily. I'll leave now."
Zhang Chaozhong blushed and quickly cupped his hands.
Before he left, he solemnly saluted Ning Qi, "Thank you, Boss Ning."
If it had been anyone else, they probably wouldn't have dared to keep him here after seeing such a scene. But Ning Qi had stayed, so he naturally had to thank Ning Qi. As for how he had survived, he could only look for clues in the future.
In the shop.
"Master, who is that guy?"
Bei Meng asked curiously.
Bei Xiao's ears perked up.
"Have you forgotten about Zhang Chaozhong who saved you?"
Ning Qi smiled.
"It's him?" Bei Xiao's eyes flashed with a trace of surprise, then regret. Zhang Chaozhong was also his savior. To be precise, Zhang Chaozhong had directly saved them. Although he did it because of Ning Qi, he did save them after all. This time, he didn't recognize Zhang Chaozhong and thank him.
Bei Xiao was a little regretful.
"You were still young at that time. It's normal that you don't remember."
Ning Qi smiled.
After a pause, he said, "The iron materials should be here soon. Bei Xiao, help me take a look. The quality of the iron materials last time was a little low. If it's the same as last time, tell Lao San not to send it over."
"Okay."
Bei Xiao nodded and turned to leave the shop. Bei Meng saw this and said to Ning Qi, "I'll follow him." Then, she quickly followed Bei Xiao and disappeared into the street corner.
Perhaps Lao San's iron materials this time were the same as last time. He didn't deliver them until evening, and Bei Xiao and Bei Meng didn't return either.
Ning Qi sat in the shop until seven or eight o 'clock. When there were no more people on the street, he slowly closed the shop.
In the next few days, there was no news from Bei Xiao and Bei Meng.
"Xiao Qi, the arrester has already sent people to look for them. As long as Bei Xiao and Bei Meng are still nearby, they will definitely be found. Don't worry."
Chen Asan walked into the silk shop and said to Ning Qi.
"Brother Chen, they are already so old. What danger could they be in? If they can't come back, they must have been delayed by something."
Ning Qi smiled.
Chen Asan felt a little strange. Ning Qi didn't seem to be worried about the two children at all.
It was just like how Ning Qi always told him that Chen Huan would come back. He was always so confident. After Bei Xiao and Bei Meng went missing, Ning Qi's life went on as usual. The only difference was that there were fewer and fewer matchmakers. Because of Bei Xiao and Bei Meng's disappearance, many people brought their children to Ning Qi's shop to learn the art of swordsmithing.
However, Ning Qi used the ancestral art as an excuse to reject them.
In the blink of an eye, another twenty years had passed.
Twenty years ago, Chen Asan was almost seventy years old. After these twenty years, he was already eighty-nine years old and was almost the oldest person in Bluestone Town. His wife, Madam Chen, was originally younger than Chen Asan by more than ten years, but she passed away on a cold winter night last year.
Ning Qi helped to organize the funeral. Since Chen Asan no longer had the energy to organize funerals, the business in the shop was basically managed by the helpers hired by Chen Asan. Chen Asan had nothing to do, so he stood at the entrance of the silk shop with his walking stick and looked at the corner of the street. Most of the shops on this street had changed owners. Some had inherited their father's business, while others had retired and transferred their shops to others. However, everyone knew that Chen Asan was looking at the corner of the street, waiting for his son to come back. In private, many people would talk about how unfilial Chen Asan was.
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