Chapter 257 The heart is always towards the light, pure and brilliant.

"But, Mianmian, this matter will have to wait until you go to Grizzly Bear before I can cash it in for you."

After hearing this, Wen Ran propped up his body a little and looked at him secretly.

"I have to go back to Grizzly Bear in the evening."

The deer's eyes, which were stained crimson at the end, slowly widened, and in an instant they relaxed with relief.

"That's enough! I'll take you to my high school, junior high school, and elementary school to have a look..." At this point, Wen Ran leaned against Zhou Qixiao's ear, "There are also the ones I grew up in, ours in China. Home."

Zhou Qixiao felt that his tailbone was numb.

Without him having to say much, Wen Ran knew what persistence he wanted.

He wants to penetrate Wen Ran's past, which he has never been involved in before.

The little girl showed them in front of him without reservation, giving him a sense of security.

"Well, let's go to our home in China..." Zhou Qixiao hugged Wen Ran and continued to walk forward. As soon as he took the step, he still couldn't help but said what he had been thinking, "I want to be in the room where you slept from nap to... You!"

"Zhou Qiqi!" Wen Ran shyly smashed her face into Zhou Qixiao's neck again. This time she bit him with her porcelain white teeth, but she was reluctant to use any force.

Sure enough, his true nature is hard to change, he is still so arrogant in his bones.

The man laughed happily, and his laughter echoed in the empty campus.

The afterglow of the setting sun fell through the tulle onto the bed.

On the princess's bed, the man's tall body hung above her.

"Mianmian, I think you will be able to think of me when you lie on this bed...only think of me..."

Wen Ran will fly to Grizzly Bear Country once every half to a month.

The days pass by.

In a blink of an eye, it’s New Year’s Eve.

This is the first New Year that Wen Ran and Zhou Qixiao have spent together.

Zhou Qixiao once again applied to come to China as Andre.

At noon, Zhou Qixiao took Wen Ran and Mr. Zheng to have a meal.

In a Chinese-style restaurant with excellent privacy.

Mr. Zheng is almost sixty this year. Although his hair is gray, he is full of energy.

Sitting on the chair, looking at Wen Ran with loving eyes.

"The little girl is so pretty! She's much prettier than that wild monkey in my house!"

When he mentioned Zheng Luoying in his family, Mr. Zheng shook his head helplessly.

It's not that he thinks there's anything wrong with girls dressing in androgynous styles, being athletic, and liking racing cars, but he's worried about Zheng Luoying's future.

Although he advocates freedom of orientation, he still hopes that his younger children can get married and have children normally. After all, this society is not tolerant enough to prevent children from being looked down upon and criticized.

"Senior Luo Ying has a free and easy personality and is a forthright person. She is someone I want to learn from!" Wen Ran smiled like a little sun, sincere and not at all flattering, which made Mr. Zheng feel warm in his heart.

Look again, Zhou Qixiao now has a smoky air about him.

I heard that the little girl in front of me guided him step by step. No wonder Zhou Qixiao risked her life for this.

"Children and grandchildren will have their own blessings. You are not young anymore, so you should worry less and live longer." Zhou Qixiao said, holding up the tea he had just poured and handing it to Mr. Zheng.

Mr. Zheng was used to Zhou Qixiao's mouth and took the tea. "With your mouth, it's God's mercy that you can find a wife. I don't know if the blessings you have cultivated in several lifetimes can make Xiao Ran fall in love."

Zhou Qixiao smiled slightly . There was no retort.

The three of them chatted happily. When they were about to separate, Mr. Zheng pondered for a moment and suddenly stood up.

He bowed abruptly and solemnly to Zhou Qixiao.

"On behalf of my old comrade, I would like to thank you, Xiao Zhou, thank you!"

Zhou Qixiao stood up the moment Mr. Zheng bent over, and Wen Ran also stood up hurriedly, and the two of them supported Mr. Zheng one by one. stand up.

"Old man, you think I'm living a good life now, and you want to shorten my life."

Mr. Zheng patted Zhou Qixiao, feeling angry and helpless, "You can stop saying a few words!"

"That kid from Zhuoyang is back alive. ..." At this point, Mr. Zheng, who looked down on the joys and sorrows, let out a long sigh of relief and murmured as if talking to himself, "It's just that his right arm is useless. He insists on retiring after the mission is over... But it's good to be alive!" Just stay alive!"

Zhou Qixiao was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered that it must be the blazing sun that he met in Nanzhou.

Mr. Zheng seemed to be trapped in painful memories of the past, and held Zhou Qixiao's hand tightly.

"I have to thank you! Your name not only saved his life, but also saved that kid from the Jiang family."

Mr. Zheng said, raising his hand to wipe away his tears.

The final hunt for Kun Tuman was difficult.

After Lu Zhuoyang evacuated safely, he didn't know that Jiang Baichuan, who was undercover in the mercenary group, was buried in the ruins. After all, they were outside the country and they didn't have enough manpower.

Seeing Kawako being buried in the rubble, they were helpless. He immediately contacted Zhou Qixiao who was far away in the Grizzly Bear Country, and then got the help of private armed forces.

Finally, the person was dug out.

It's just that the child has a broken leg.

"One has lost his arm, the other has lost his calf...I feel sorry for their father, and their family..."

These two families lost their hair in white and black in order to fight against drugs.

Now he dies a miserable death and is crippled.

"Thank you... Xiao Zhou, thank you for so many years... It's not easy for you, it's hard for you..."

Mr. Zheng just sent the boy from the Lu family to a safe place a few days ago, looking at the originally handsome child. He had become thicker and thicker, and had countless scars all over his body. He could only force a smile.

I just went to the hospital to see Xiao Jiang this morning. The originally high-spirited man was now lying on the bed with a pale face and a emaciated body. Seeing him trembling with pain due to rehabilitation, he suppressed his emotions.

As for Zhou Qixiao, Mr. Zheng has watched him grow from adulthood to now. Now that Nanzhou has implemented a law banning poppy cultivation, he has also become infamous and will never have a chance to clear his name.

Just after finishing two glasses of wine, the emotions that had been pent up surged up.

"This road is difficult! What do you and the children of ordinary families have in common? They are not made of steel. They will also hurt, hurt, and cry... I hate it!"

The old man in his fifties put his hands on his face and said silently. shed tears.

He was present when Zhuoyang and Xiao Jiang's families were dismembered by drug dealers. It took more than half a year of psychological intervention to survive.

Now that he sees his two children acting like this, he feels bitter, hurt, and hateful, but he has no place to express it.

Zhou Qixiao supported Mr. Zheng, his eyes filled with the relief that Qianfan had experienced.

"Someone must walk this road."

Mr. Zheng raised his head. At this moment, Zhou Qixiao's figure seemed to overlap with Lu Zhuoyang and Jiang Baichuan, and seemed to merge with thousands of front-line warriors who were fighting for their lives.

"Don't be too sad. At least we are still alive. This is already a very lucky thing." Qingshan buried the bones. How many heroes died on this road, and they may not even leave a name after their death.

Zhou Qixiao paused slightly and solemnly promised, "No matter which country I am from or what my stance is, I will ban poison to the end. If you need it in the future, just ask."

Mr. Zheng suddenly felt relieved and nodded heavily.

Perhaps their appearance, reputation, character... were already riddled with holes in the cruel environment.

But the heart is always towards the light.

Pure and brilliant.