Thrown Into the Wolf’s Den! Zaizai Holds Space In His Hands To Survive the Disaster Year

Xie Dizhi looked at Fang Qingdai, his cold voice trembling slightly.

"Have you really thought about it?"

Looking at him, Fang Qingdai lowered her eyes: "Yes, if the world knows now that Liang Shi has been raising children for others, he will definitely be ridiculed. When he found out that I was pregnant, he voluntarily married me to keep my secret. I am very sad." gratitude,."

"Liang Shi is very good to me and his children. He doesn't even complain. He always respects me and never forces me to do things I don't like. If it weren't for the investigation of the details that killed him, I would never go back in my life. Beijing."

"Erlang, I have regarded our old relationship with you as friendship. From now on, I hope we can still be friends."

Xie Dizhi fell into deep silence.

The ancient bell was ringing outside, and it was extremely quiet in the misty ancient temple.

It would be a lie to say that I am not disappointed and uncomfortable.

For so many years, Fang Qingdai has always been the most important person in Xie Dizhi's heart.

Although his legs are disabled, as long as there is some fighting in the border area where Fang Qingdai is located, he will immediately write a letter and ask his eldest brother Xie Suzhi to use his words to send strategic and regional analysis maps to Fang Qingdai.

His tactics were unparalleled. Xie Dizhi was happiest when Fang Qingdai returned to the capital with news of Liang's army's consecutive victories.

But for so many years, he never said it was him. I believe Fang Qingdai knew it in her heart. After all, her eldest brother Xie Suzhi was a civil servant, so how could he know the strategy so well.

But Fang Qingdai didn't respond, so Xie Dizhi thought that this was a tacit understanding between the two of them.

Now I realize that everything he did was inappropriate.

Fang Qingdai already has someone better by her side, who is more loyal than him and luckier than him.

Xie Dizhi slowly lowered his head.

In the past, when he was stabbed in the shoulder by the enemy on the battlefield, he did not bow his head; when he was pressed down by Mrs. Xie and married to the second Mrs.

Now, he admits it.

Destiny wants him to be like this, what else can he do?

Even though Liang Shi died, even though he reconciled, he and Fang Qingdai could never go back.

Xie Dizhi quickly adjusted his emotions, and when he raised his head again, his eyes seemed to be full of dark calm.

"What about Xu Jingxi? The Liang family army thought that your son had died in a flood."

This was Fang Qingdai's dilemma. She now had no way to bring Xu Jingxi home openly.

In the past few days, Liang Yici had been questioning Xu Jingxi's identity and asked Fang Qingdai why she cared so much about him.

Fang Qingdai couldn't even tell.

How should she explain to her daughter that her brother was not dead at all.

"I want to recognize him as my godson." Fang Qingdai had only this option.

However, Xie Dizhi shook his head decisively.

"He won't agree. Xu Jingxi wants a home, and you can't give it to him."

The next moment, Xie Dizhi looked firm and said decisively: "Just give him to me."

"You?" Fang Qingdai raised her head, a little surprised: "How should you explain it to outsiders? Mrs. Xie Er has just been imprisoned, how could your child come out of thin air?"

Xie Dizhi had already stood up, picked up his cloak from the side and put it on his shoulders again.

His profile was deep and cold, and his eyes were as bright as a torch, much like the mighty general who gave guidance to Fang Qiu back then.

"I admit to the outside world that Xie Yuanjiu is not my child, but was adopted by the original wife. My real child, who is living abroad, is Xu Jingxi."

"You don't have to worry about him. In the future, if he has my last name, I will be responsible for him to the end."

After saying that, Xie Dizhi walked to the door.

He suddenly stopped.

He took out a pear blossom hairpin from his arms and placed it on the windowsill.

"Qingdai," Xie Dizhi glanced slightly and said in a deep voice: "Before what happened that day, I won the hairpin you wanted for you. Maybe it was God's will that I gave it to you after so many years."

With that said, he opened the door and left, letting the cold wind carry the raindrops.

Fang Qingdai picked up the pear blossom hairpin, and the clear topaz carved the appearance of a tree full of pear blossoms. This was a reward from the Beijing Lantern Festival many years ago.

The hairpin was placed as a prize on the ninth floor of Taihua. Whoever climbed to the top first would get the pear hairpin.

That night, Xie Dizhi was ordered to train troops, and Fang Qingdai watched the lanterns by herself. When she was still regretting that the two of them could not enjoy the lanterns together, it turned out that he had secretly gone to help her win the hairpin.

Unfortunately, that happened the next day.

Sever the fate between the two people.

Fang Qingdai covered her heart with the hairpin, squatted down and cried bitterly.

…

Xu Jingxi chops firewood at home.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw someone standing at the door of the yard looking at him.

He looked sideways and saw that it was Mr. Xie.

Xu Jingxi stood up and opened the fence, inviting him in.

"Is there something wrong, Mr. Xie?"

Second Master Xie smiled with a hint of pleasure, "Let's see you."

As he spoke, he lowered his head and looked at the wood piled on the ground.

"You did all this?"

Xu Jingxi nodded.

Second Master Xie took his hand and saw that the tiger's mouth had cracked, revealing bright red cuts.

"That's not how an ax is used. If you use all weapons with brute force, you will definitely injure yourself." After saying this, Mr. Xie walked over, picked up the ax, and weighed it in his hands.

He picked up a piece of wood: "When you hold a weapon in your hand, you must know that all people and things in this world have weaknesses."

"The weakness of wood is the grain on it. Look here." Mr. Xie pointed to a place. The ax went from top to bottom. It seemed as if no effort was used. As soon as it was chopped down, the wood fell into pieces.

Second Master Xie chopped several wood in succession, and Xu Jingxi watched intently. Finally, Xu Jingxi realized that Second Master Xie was not teaching him anything, but wanted to help him chop firewood.

Xu Jingxi entered the house calmly, and when he came out again, he had an ax in his hand.

Mr. Xie couldn't laugh or cry: "Isn't it enough for me to help alone?"

"It's faster for two people to work." Xu Jingxi said, sitting next to him.

The father and son, who had never met before, were chopping firewood silently under the sun, their movements gradually becoming the same.

Grandpa Xu saw it from the window and nodded with a smile.

There is an unbroken blood relationship between father and son.

After chopping the wood, Mr. Xie followed Xu Jingxi to carry water and light fires with him, and helped him deliver wood carvings to the town.

After a whole day, both of them were tired.

Halfway through, we rested by the mountain road and sat together on a big rock.

Xu Jingxi took out his water bottle, and Mr. Xie naturally took it and took a sip.

Xu Jingxi was a little stunned.

Mr. Xie actually didn't dislike the things he used.

The two of them leaned on the stone together and looked at the brilliant sunset in the distance.

"You have been busy all day today and only earned one tael of silver. Have you grown up like this these years?" Mr. Xie asked.

Xu Jingxi was silent for a moment and nodded: "Sometimes I don't even get a tael in a day, but a little adds up to a lot."

He works during the day and studies at night, so he can still achieve excellent results.

Mr. Xie turned his head and looked at Xu Jingxi seriously——

"Come back to Xie's house with me, and you will be my son. I will recognize you. You can take my surname, or you want to keep your surname of Xu. I will respect you. If you take Grandpa Xu back with you, as long as I live, I will never let you suffer again." (End of Chapter)