Private schools never allow students to bring toys into the venue. Mr. He has already hit many playful students' hand-pawns on similar issues. At this moment, he calmly asked Pu Zixuan to take over the toys.

Pu Zixuan also understood that a poor child like Zhu Yuanliang could never afford any decent toys. He made this slingshot. When the two went to play the swallow's nest, Zhu Yuanliang proudly showed his masterpiece, but he couldn't bear to let Pu Zixuan play for a while.

At this moment, Pu Zixuan held the slingshot in his hand, feeling a lot of feelings, and Zhu Yuanliang took advantage of the situation to pull him into a private school.

Pu Weihai looked at all this silently, slowly got up, stepped onto the carriage, walked not far away, turned back, and called Pu Zixuan to the door of the private school.

Pu Zixuan was ecstatic and thought his father would not leave. Unexpectedly, his father just took a necklace from his neck and put it on his neck and said, "This is the ancestral thing of our Pu family. From now on, you have to wear it when you take a bath or sleep. At the critical moment, it may save your life."

This necklace is really strange. The pendant is not a piece of gold, silver and jewelry, but a piece of dark green amber. The one embedded in it is not a rare treasure, but a small piece of brush hair.

After the instructions were finished, his father got in the car and left again. Pu Zixuan couldn't help crying again and shouted: "Dad...Dad..."

Pu Weihai did not look back this time, but just said: "Xuan'er, we will definitely meet again!"

That time was a real farewell. The memories left by his father to Pu Zixuan ended with the sound of horse hooves that were gradually moving away. The sound of horse hooves was so desolate that it had been echoing in his heart for seven years.

My father once gave him all the love, but suddenly, "Dad" was just an empty big house and endless money to him.

In the next seven years, time passed quickly and smoothly for Pu Zixuan. The business at home had already stopped, but he could still receive packages brought back by his father from time to time, which contained all kinds of strange supplies, but there were no letters in just a few words, and even the mailing address was blank.

Dad, where did you go?

Pu Zixuan could only see his father in his dream. When he was a child in his dream, he stood in the yard and looked at the starry sky in the sky with his father. He asked angrily: "Dad, where did my mother go?"

My father said, "When you were two years old, I went to a very far place."

"How far is it? How many days does it take to walk?"

"Haha, that place is not accessible."

"Where is riding a horse?"

“You can’t even get riding a horse.”

"So what about taking the train?" Although Pu Zixuan had never seen a real train, his father said that a few years before his birth, a mount called "train" had been produced in the world. It was heavy and long, but it ran faster than Luma.

The father hugged him and replied kindly: "The train cannot arrive. I don't know where my mother is. Maybe she is on a star in the sky, guarding us."

Many years later, my father told Pu Zixuan: "My mother died in a fight."

Pu Zixuan often wakes up in such a sad dream, looking at the lonely room, crying, but helpless.

On the other hand, Pu Zixuan watched Mr. He grow old day by day, and his physical condition was getting worse and worse. When Pu Zixuan was sixteen or seventeen years old, he was already coughing and panting, but he was still dragging his old body to teach students every lesson with emotion.

Not long after Pu Zixuan turned 18, Mr. He seemed to have finally completed Pu Weihai's entrustment, but he couldn't afford to get sick. At the end of that year, he could not survive that cold winter and left.

He heard from Mr. He’s wife that Mr. He was originally full of confidence in China, but in the sixth year of Xianfeng, that is, in 1856 AD, foreigners led by British defeated the Qing court again, and a large-scale Hui civil uprising broke out in Yunnan. The province they lived in turned into a "Islamic country" founded by Du Wenxiu. Mr. He was full of disappointment with China's future and actually numbed himself by smoking opioids, and his health became worse and worse.

Pu Zixuan could not imagine how sad the image of the old man who talked about the past and the present in class, who was righteous and criticized opioids for harming the country and the people, would be lying on the bed to smoke big smoke. But Pu Zixuan still respected him because when his husband was dying, he recited two words "Change...Change..."

Mr. He finally realized the pedantic nature of the old scriptures of the Chen Books, which made Pu Zixuan happy, but he would never know what the "reform" that Mr. He said was like. The old emperor, the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, the Islamic Kingdom, and even the foreigners all claimed to change and build a more perfect country for the Chinese people. Who knows what the perfect country in Mr. He’s mind looks like?

Pu Zixuan sent Mr. He a luxurious wreath, and the names of Pu Zixuan and Pu Weihai fell on them.

This page finally turned over. In the following year, my father still had no news. Without his husband's teachings, Pu Zixuan became more self-directed and casual. His feelings for his father have changed from longing to complaining, and even a little hatred.

That man who disappeared, since you don’t want to show up, and since you think money can solve all the problems for me, then let me enjoy this dream of life that others have always dreamed of.

At the same time, he was also glad that his father terminated the business of managing weapons in time. Otherwise, in the past two years, all parts of Yunnan would have become a battlefield for the Qing army and Hui rebels to compete with each other. If the Pu family still guarded such a large arsenal, it would only cause them trouble.

Thanks to his father's timely removal, he could live a good life as a leisurely and wild crane.

"I have endless money, I have absolute time and freedom, the country, nation, society, and family, all his grandmother will stand aside! This small town in Lijiang under the Jade Dragon Snow Mountain will become a battlefield at any time, and wealth will be reshuffled at any time. If I don't enjoy it in time when I am still rich, how can I be worthy of such a huge wealth that I was born with?"

Pu Zixuan had a whim and hung a plaque for the mansion left by his father, with the words "Happy Mansion" written on it, and tried to announce to the world his way of living: "The bed I slept in is made of imported small-leaf red sandalwood, my sheets and quilts are all top silk products in Jiangnan, and my pillow is Lantian jade. Is there anything more wonderful life than this?"

Brothels, restaurants, and casinos have become places he often visits. He is like a prince, spending a lot of money from time to time for some timely fun, enjoying the people circling around each other one by one.

"The Qing Emperor, King Hong Tian, ​​and Marshal Du, their lives are not the same, right? Of course, I also have a bottom line that I will never touch, that is the opiate I deeply hate."

Such days lasted until 1863 AD. Shortly after Shi Gandang died heroically, Pu Zixuan met the fox who was destined to meet, and from then on, fate made other arrangements for him.
Chapter completed!