Chapter 1433: The Story of Ling and Heng (676)

Chapter 1433: The Story of Ling and Heng (676)

Before Li Nanheng entered, he bought two bottles of mineral water.

Feng Ling stood in the crystal counter and looked at the exhibit that seemed to be sealed. When she saw a knife with ancient marks, she lowered her head to look at the various instructions written on the side of the knife.

Feng Ling was deep in thought when a bottle of water was suddenly handed over. She turned back to see Li Nanheng standing by the side. He glanced at the knife indifferently and asked mildly, "Do you like it?"

"En, but this kind of knife is only worth collecting. Most of the knives here are only antiques. Only the ones on the front counter can be sold. There seem to be quite a number of English knives and professional Russian folding knives. I can go take a look later."

Li Nanheng glanced at the knife and said indifferently, "It's indeed valuable, but this one is fake."

Feng Ling was surprised. "How can it be fake?"

"This Damascus blade is famous in the world. It's very famous among international weapons. Its origin is in ancient India. It's made from Uzi steel ingots, and its surface has a forging pattern. This blade was used in ancient India, Persia, and Arabia. It's extremely sharp. There are many rumors about it. However, with the depletion of the Uzi iron ore, this blade is already an ultimate weapon. Although it's famous in the world, it's difficult to find a real one," Li Nanheng said lightly.

"Then how can you be sure that this is fake? I think this place says that there's still one surviving in the world..."

"Because the real one is in the Li family."

Feng Ling looked at him in disbelief.

Li Nanheng raised his cold brows and gave her a meaningful look. "In these shopsA, there are too many half-truths. We can't guarantee which one is real, but we can't guarantee which one is fake. After all, it's an imitation country."

Feng Ling quickly held him back and asked him to lower his voice. Li Nanheng's voice was not loud. After being tugged by her, he lowered his head and leaned close to her ear. "If you like it, go back and ask the old man for it. It's a Damascus knife he has kept for decades. If you say you like it, he will definitely give it to you without any hesitation. After all, in the entire Li family, you and the little thing in your stomach are the ancestors."

"Since it's Grandfather's treasure, I won't drool over it. Let him keep it." Feng Ling lowered her head to look at the counterfeit in front of her. Since she knew it was fake, she found it more and more displeasing to the eye. She decided not to look at the knives in the other cabinets and went to look at the knives she could buy. In the end, she picked up a small, exquisite, but extremely sharp folding knife and played with it.

"Didn't you insist on giving me a gift? It'll take at least a month for the ring to be custom-made. Why don't you give me a knife today?"

Li Nanheng glanced at the price on the knife.

Two thousand yuan was nothing compared to a million-yuan diamond ring.

But she liked it very much.

It was a genuine Russian folding knife.

It was indeed made of high-quality steel.

He took a look and called the employee over to settle the bill. When the employee came over, he thought that this man was going to buy it. However, after the other party swiped the card, he realized that it was actually for the beautiful lady who had been holding the folding knife as though it was something she loved.

Did women actually like these things?

To Feng Ling, it was more than love.

Walking out of the shop, she opened the foldable knife in her hand and shone it in the direction of the sunlight. Her eyes were slightly narrowed by the light. She said softly, "When I was five years old and I was taken away by those American gangsters in the jungle, a person saw that I was too afraid and handed me a foldable knife in his hand. He told me that as long as I had a weapon in my hand, as long as I was strong enough and calm enough, I didn't have to be afraid of anything. In the years before I was sent to the orphanage, that knife had always been by my side. It supported my courage, my faith, and gradually made me learn to walk upright. Afterward, the knife was taken away by the orphanage or the police. I didn't find it for many years, but today, I found it."

Li Nanheng understood and reached out to pull her into his arms. He rubbed her head. "It doesn't matter if this knife is by your side or not. From now on, I'm your knife."

Feng Ling secretly smiled.

This narcissistic man was trying to steal the limelight from a knife. Was he trying to be her courage and faith?

There was no need to snatch.

He already had already become her courage and faith years ago.

...

It was another three years. Winter passed, spring came, and summer passed.

The Li family's little grandson, Li Shenyue, had his third birthday. The elders of the Feng and Li families wanted to gather, but there were too many people who wanted to celebrate the child's birthday. They could only choose a bigger venue. After much selection, they actually chose XI Base.

Li Shenyue, who had been brought to the base by his father to watch the training since he could walk when he was one year old, finally slipped away from the great-grandfathers and great-grandmother. The three-year-old fair and clean little boy, walked past the training camp. He stopped from time to time and put his hands behind his back. He imitated Uncle Ah Feng's lecturing tone: "What are you all doing? Don't whisper when you're training. Do you think this is a market..."

When the newbies in the base saw that the Li family's young master had sneaked here, they could not take it anymore. They collectively ran over and carried the little one over. They fed him water and fanned him. From time to time, they asked him what he wanted to eat. They were just short of hugging Li Shenyue's thigh and calling him 'Dad.' After all, he would be the successor of XI Base in the future. After more than ten years, he would probably point at their noses and reprimand them all the time. It was better to flatter him earlier than later.

Li Shenyue was sitting with his legs crossed, enjoying the fruit juice brought by his uncles and the ice cream and snacks bought from the base cafeteria. He was enjoying himself when he suddenly heard a gunshot. It was as though the gunshot had come from five hundred meters away.

The little guy's ears twitched, and he instantly jumped down from the chair. He stuffed all the fruit juice and food back into their arms and threw the pot away nimbly. Then he quickly ran out. As he ran, he said, "My mommy is here. Don't tell her I came!"

"...Okay, little ancestor."

The newbies in the base watched as the three-year-old boy ran several hundred meters away and accurately found his mother, who was guiding the newbies in shooting. He ran over and hugged her thigh. "Mommy! When can I hold a gun..."

Feng Ling held the gun in one hand. She was afraid that the fire would hurt him, so she quickly pushed the clingy little guy away. In the end, the little guy held her leg and did not let go. Li Nanheng heard the noise and walked over. When Li Shenyue heard his father's footsteps, he instantly became frightened and bent down to escape.

"Li Shenyue, did you go to the newbies' team so they can buy snacks for you? Come back here! You brat, stop right there—"

"Ah ah ah ah ah! Uncle Fattie, save me! Uncle Han, save me! Uncle Xu, save me! Uncle Ah Feng, save me... ah ah ah ah, Uncle K, save me ah ah ah ah ah..."

...

(— End of The Story of Ling and Heng.)

[Qin Siting / Shi Niange, you are my little love song. Let's meet for the next love song.]