This sentence was what Liu Kunlun wanted to shout when he was executed, but the environment was not in harmony at that time, so he was eighteen years late. In the past 18 years, he survived as a tree. Looking at the world from the perspective of a tree, all the past during his lifetime have become passing clouds. But at the moment of being reborn as a human being, all the grudges and hatreds came back. He was reborn. He was still the undefeated Liu Kunlun, who never bowed to fate, and Liu Kunlun who lived tenaciously like wild grass.

Just now, the young man walked to the noodle shop and felt a powerful gravity, like a sword meeting a scabbard. The wanderer saw the hometown. The thirsty person saw the clear spring. The soul that had been dormant in the poplar trees for eighteen years was fitted and rushed forward. The body made of his DNA was melted in without a trace of obstacles. The tree people's memories became fully compatible. In the petri dish, in the plastic basin, on the road to bowing to the long head, in the Kekexili, on the top of the Kunlun Mountains, every cold, heat, and every moment, he remembered it all.

When he was not feeling sad, his son was beaten up. Liu Kunlun had long legs and big steps. His height was fifteen centimeters taller than his previous life. He was all on his legs. His stride was so big that he couldn't adapt. He entered the noodle shop in just a few steps. He pulled away the guy who was beating Tag, pulled his neck from a high place, and punched him in the stomach.

Liu Kunlun has more experience in beating people than these hooligans. He doesn't use a knife or a slap in the face. He punches the stomach and can make people twitch. However, there is no injury on the surface, and he can't find anything to be tested when he is sent to the hospital. The police often don't have the patience to care about who is right and who is wrong. Generally, they just ask who starts first and who suffers a great loss to judge how to deal with it. Of course, the most common treatment is to treat each other as a fight, each hitting 50 big boards. This is actually very unfair. For hooligans and gangsters, detention is common. For good teenagers, detention may ruin a lifetime.

With a pressing punch, the old guy lay on the ground and became a big prawn. The old wine and the barbecue they drank were vomited out. A bad smell filled the air. Instead of continuing to chase and beat the other people, Liu Kunlun took a stool and sat down, reached out to take out the cigarette, and naturally felt empty. Then he hooked up at the guy in the lead: "Come here, where are you doing?"

"Male Gobi, I'm not going to be able to do anything, right? Don't scare you to death when you say it. I'm going to be with Brother Hai, where are you going to be?"

"Damn Cao, you dare to ask back, right? Tell you, wherever I am, I will be there. This shop, this family, I am not convinced, right? Make an appointment for a time and place, practice alone, do not fuck the moji, go ahead and fuck you." Liu Kunlun raised his legs, his image and temperament were seriously incompatible with his temperament.

Experts can tell if there is anything at all. Liu Kunlun has a face that can be on the talent show stage, but has the most popular language and the most arrogant and cruel eyes. Of course, it is not enough to just scare people. The main reason is that the uppercut is too straightforward. You must know that the person who was let down has won the unlimited fighting champion. He has never lost in the fight. He rolled all over the ground without passing a round in front of this young man.

The red and blue flashed in the distance, and Sister Chi next door called the police. The police arrived in minutes. A police officer led two auxiliary police officers to the scene in an electric car. Both parties were old friends and knew very well. They said it was okay and they were having fun. We just negotiated and resolved it ourselves.

The police asked them for their ID card and used the Police Pass to check it out. Those were all gangsters with criminal records. They were standard good people and had been operating for more than ten years. The two children were still the top scorer in the middle school entrance examination. The police knew that the tall boy took out a special ID card. They were from Ganzi Tibetan Autonomous Prefecture. The name was Ou Zhu Dajie. They had no criminal records, but they looked a little beyond the syllabus. They could not be so handsome even if they had plastic surgery.

"Don't fight, if you win the detention, if you lose the detention, if you lose the detention." The police looked at the mess on the ground, left a few words.

"Okay, wait." The few people who were causing trouble left in disappointment. Of course, this matter was not over, but it was put on hold today.

Chunjiu and Tag looked at the boy who had emerged from nowhere and didn't know what to say.

Liu Kunlun was very familiar with the drawer for money. He had been reading the furnishings in the noodle restaurant for eighteen years and was very clear. Although electronic payments are now popular, they still use money in some old-fashioned coins and small bills. Liu Kunlun took the money and told Tag: "Go, buy me a pack of cigarettes and bring a lighter."

Tag was impressed by the bravery of the elder brother. Without asking for instructions, his mother took the change and took two steps to look back and asked, "What cigarette do you want?"

"Jinhuaijiang." Liu Kunlun said.

Tag went away happily, Chunjiu rubbed her hands on her apron, looking puzzled. She was so familiar with this person's style. Even his sitting posture looked so familiar. I have seen it countless times in my dreams. The little bully of the East Gate sat on a chair with his legs crossed his head, with a large tea jar in his left hand and a watermelon knife in his right hand, which shocked the extinction of thieves in the Jinqiao Market.

Sister Chi next door helped clean up the mess, and Liu Kunlun couldn't reveal his true identity. He was not afraid of Chunjiu not believing it, but was afraid that his children would not accept it.

Tagg bought the cigarette and ran back again and started to serve it. Liu Kunlun opened the seal and took out one and took it out. He hadn't smoked for eighteen years. He was satisfied. He took a deep breath and let the smoke pass through his lungs, but he couldn't feel the stimulation of nicotine.

"Wine." Liu Kunlun pointed to the shelves.

There is also wine in the noodle restaurant. Those migrant workers also have to drink white wine when they eat noodles. Tague took a bottle of 250 ml Erguotou and twisted it on to serve it. Liu Kunlun enjoyed his son's service and felt so happy that he felt so good, but the wine was not very good, or he couldn't taste it at all.

"What's going on?" Liu Kunlun asked his son.

Tag told the story in detail. They were originally hidden from their mothers, but there was no need to hide it. He was willing to tell him about his inexplicable trust and favorable feelings for the young man in front of him.

"Boy, you're doing well. If I do, the pussy would have died long ago. It would be chopped into meat filling and fly ash to burn it into a brick women's toilet." Liu Kunlun sucked the clouds and taught his violent aesthetics to his son. Tagg was stunned.

Chunjiu and Sister Chi cleaned the bowls of scraps all over the floor together, but listened to the conversation between the boy and his son. This was a murderous and brick-building manner, which was exactly what Liu Kunlun said.

There was a crisp car ringtone at the door. Muzi came back from the painting class. She didn't go to class. With her current attainments, Omi no longer had a teacher to teach her, even senior professors from the Academy of Fine Arts. She went to teach others. The cost of each class is not low, and it was enough to supplement the family income.

Seeing this in the store, Mu Zi was stunned. When he saw a handsome boy in the sky, the girl's heart was pounding for no reason.

When Liu Kunlun saw his daughter coming back, he couldn't help but want to hug her. He had watched it for eighteen years and had never even hugged his own children, but he insisted on it. He is now a tree man, Kunlun, not Liu Kunlun, and he would not cause misunderstandings when he hugged Muzi rashly.

"Mom, what's going on?" Muzi asked.

"Your brother caused trouble." Chunjiu said, and she didn't know how to introduce this person.

Liu Kunlun still has a solution. He got Ou Zhu Dajie's ID card. Ou Zhu was Liu Zhaodi's second son, Liu Yimeng's nephew, Cui Sue's grandson, and lived in Jinjiang for a few years. At that time, Muzitag was still young and had no impression of it. This identity was very suitable.

"Actually..." The handsome boy looked up and smiled brightly, "I am your cousin Ou Zhu Dajie."

The two children suddenly realized that their cousin, who was far away from the Ganzi grassland, had returned. Of course, Chunjiu didn't believe this answer. She had met Danzeng and Ou Zhu. Although the two children were not ugly, they could not be so handsome. They could not do this for ten years after being sent to South Korea. But the answer was the most appropriate at this time.

Before he could tell the story, Professor Shao came here. He took a taxi and got off the car and complained: "This kid ran away without saying hello. I guess you will come here."

Chunjiu knew Mr. Shao, so he quickly called him to sit down, brought tea and water, and asked him about his well-being, saying why you were out and what if you fell.

Mr. Shao said, it’s not because of Kunlun, this child is my grandson, also known as Kunlun.

Liu Kunlun said: "I'll talk about this later, Chunlei... Aunt Chunlei, please let Muzitager go home first."

Chunjiu understood it and sent her children home to review her homework. She said that adults had something to say. After the two children left, she pulled up the roller shutter door.

"Chunjiu, Professor Shao, I am Liu Kunlun, I'm back." Liu Kunlun said.

The spring leeks did not move or speak, but their hearts were filled with storms and ups and downs. For eighteen years, she had been waiting for eighteen years. A weak woman pulled two children to take care of the elderly and had to support a store. She had no one to tell her. Now she finally hoped that she had returned and it was dawn.

"Chunlei, over the years, I have been watching you three mothers at the door, and my soul is on the poplar trees." Liu Kunlun continued.

Now Chunjiu can no longer control his emotions. It turns out that for eighteen years, his lover is by his side day and night, and he is brave in his suffering and struggle. He sees it all. Chunjiu still doesn't speak, tears flowing, wanting to cry, but he can't cry.

Liu Kunlun stepped forward. His body was too tall now, and it was too far from Chunlei, which was only 1.58 meters tall. He could only kneel on the ground and let Chunlei hold him and cry.

Although this is not the body of Brother Kunlun, the soul is solid. Chunjiu cried out with a scream and hit Liu Kunlun's back.

Mr. Shao took a roll of toilet paper from the table and tore it open to wipe his tears.

Sister Chi next door put her ear against the wall and listened while eating melon seeds.

Chunlei burst into tears of all the grievances and sorrows of eighteen years. She was refreshed and energetic. She seemed to be ten years younger. After she finished crying, she sat down and asked Liu Kunlun what she would do next.

"Take everything I have to do with myself back," said Liu Kunlun.

Chunjiu's heart suddenly became cold again. This was indeed Liu Kunlun's behavior. He would avenge his grudges. He would only have revenge at night. His body was taken away and his identity was replaced. He became a tree and lived for eighteen years and could not reunite with his relatives. This revenge should be avenged, but revenge means killing, death, life and death, and she could not withstand the second blow.

"Can't you live a peaceful life?" Chunjiu asked in a low voice. This was her luxury. She knew that the man in front of her would definitely not live in vain.
Chapter completed!