Chapter 1433: There Are Wind Chimes in the South, and Hengmu in the North (Six Hundred and Seventy-Six)

Before Li Nanheng went in, he went to the side to buy two bottles of mineral water before going in.

Feng Ling was standing in several crystal counters inside looking at the exhibits that seemed to be sealed and forbidden to touch. When he saw a knife engraved with ancient Indian patterns, he looked down at the various words written beside the knife. kind of explanation.

Feng Ling was watching intently when a bottle of water was suddenly handed over. She turned her head and saw Li Nanheng standing beside her. She only glanced at the knife, and asked lightly, "Like it?"

"Well, but this kind of knife is only valuable for collection. Many of the knives here are just antique exhibits. Only those in the front counter can be sold. It seems that there are many British short knives and Russian professional folding knives. Let me wait. You can go and see later."

Li Nanheng glanced at the knife, and said calmly: "It is indeed valuable for collection, but this one is fake."

Feng Ling was surprised: "How could it be fake?"

"This Damascus knife is famous all over the world. It is very famous in the international knives. Its origin is ancient India. It is made of Uzi steel ingots. There are casting patterns on the surface. This knife was used as a weapon in ancient India, Persia, and Arabia. It is extremely sharp, and there are many rumors about it, but with the exhaustion of the Uzi iron ore, this knife has already become a masterpiece, although it is famous all over the world, it is hard to find a real one." Li Nanheng said lightly.

"Then how can you be sure that this is a fake? I read here that there are still a few survivors in the world..."

"Because, the real one belongs to the Li family."

Feng Ling looked at him in disbelief.

Li Nanheng raised his stern eyebrows, and gave him a meaningful look: "In these domestic stores, there are too many half-truths and half-fakes. There is no guarantee that one of them is true, but neither can we guarantee which one is fake. After all, it is a high imitation country.”

Feng Ling quickly pulled him back and asked him to keep his voice down. Li Nanheng's voice was not too loud at first, but when she pulled him like this, he lowered his head and leaned into her ear: "If you like it, go back and ask the old man to ask for it. It is the Damascus knife that he has treasured for decades, if you say you like it, he will definitely give it to you without saying a word, after all, you and the little thing in your belly are the ancestors of the entire Li family."

"Since it's in my grandfather's collection, I won't covet it anymore, let him keep it." Feng Ling looked down at the fake in the crystal cabinet in front of him again, because he knew it was a fake, and the more he looked at it, the more unpleasant it became. I just stopped looking at the knives in other cabinets, and went directly to the knives that can be bought in front of me to look around, and finally picked up a small and exquisite folding knife with a hidden mechanism hidden inside it, and put it in my hand to play with. Down.

"Didn't you insist on giving me a gift? It will take at least a month for the customized ring to arrive in our hands. You might as well give me a knife today."

Li Nanheng glanced at the price posted on the knife.

Two thousand yuan is really nothing compared to a million dollar diamond ring.

But she really likes it.

It is an authentic Russian folding knife.

It does look like steel.

He glanced at it, and called the clerk to check out. When the clerk came over, he thought it was the gentleman who wanted to buy it, but it wasn't until the other party swiped the card that he realized that it was the pretty lady who was wearing a couple outfit with him and was holding the Folding knives seem to be some beloved gadgets.

Do women actually like these knives and guns?

For Feng Ling, it was more than liking.

When she walked out of the shop, she opened the pocket knife in her hand, pointed it at the sky and the direction of the sun, narrowed her eyes slightly under the light, and said softly: "When I was five years old, I was shot by that group of people. When the American mafia took it away in the jungle, a man saw that I was too scared, so he handed me such a folding knife in his hand and told me that as long as I have a weapon in my hand, as long as I am strong enough Calm down, you don’t have to be afraid of anything. In the years before I was sent to the orphanage, that knife was always by my side. It supported my courage and faith, and let me gradually learn to stand upright from a little wolf girl walk,

became human. Later, the knife was confiscated by the orphanage or the police at that time. I haven't found the exact same knife for many years, but today, I found it. "

Li Nanheng understood, stretched out his arms and pulled her into his arms, and rubbed the top of her head with his hands: "It doesn't matter if this knife is with you or not, from now on, I will be your knife."

The corners of Feng Ling's mouth curled up quietly.

This narcissistic man wants to grab the limelight with a knife. Is he trying to show her courage and her faith?

No need to grab.

Many years ago.

He already is.

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It is more than three years, winter goes and spring comes, and summer goes again.

The little grandson of the Li family, Li Shenyue, is on his third birthday. The two elders of the Feng Li family want to get together, but there are too many people who want to come over to celebrate the kid's birthday, so they can only choose a bigger venue and choose from time to time. , In the end, he was actually selected in the xi base.

Li Shenyue, who has been brought to the base by his own father since he could walk when he was one year old, managed to slip away from the four great-grandfathers and great-grandmothers, and the three-year-old Bai Bai The clean little boy walked around the outside of each training camp, stopped from time to time, put his hands behind his back, and imitated Uncle Afeng's tone of instruction: "What are you doing? Don't whisper during training. , I thought this was a vegetable market..."

The newcomers at the base who were training inside saw that the young master of the Li family had strolled here, and they couldn't help but ran over together to hug the little thing, feeding water and fanning the wind, and asking him from time to time if he wanted to eat What, I just hugged Li Shenyue's kid's thigh and called him dad. After all, this guy will be the heir to the xi base in the future. After more than ten years, he will really be scolded by him pointing his nose all day long. It's better to flatter him. Shoot early.

Li Shenyue, with his legs crossed, was enjoying the juice brought by his uncles and the ice cream and snacks he bought from the cafeteria of the base. He was enjoying himself when he suddenly heard a gunshot, as if it had been shot from 500 meters away.

The little guy moved his ears, jumped off the chair in an instant, stuffed all the juice and food in his hand back into their arms, shook the pot very neatly, and then ran out quickly, saying while running: " My mommy is here, don't tell her I've been here!"

"...Okay, little ancestor."

The newcomers at the base saw the three-year-old little luobotou running hundreds of meters away, and accurately found Mommy who was teaching the newcomers to shoot over there. They ran over and hugged her thigh: "Mommy! What am I doing?" It's time to get a gun—"

Feng Ling held the gun in one hand, fearing that he would be hurt by a fire, so he quickly pushed the clingy little guy away, but the little guy hugged her leg tightly. When Li Nanheng heard the voice and came over, he heard his own father At the sound of footsteps, Li Shenyue's little boy faltered instantly, and was about to run away.

"Li Shenyue, did you go to the rookie team and ask them to buy you snacks just now? Come back! Brat stop—"

"Ahhhhh! Uncle Three Fatty, help! Uncle Han, help! Uncle Xu, help! Uncle Afeng, help... Ahhh, Uncle K, help..."

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(——The end of Ling Li's episode.)

[Qin Siting/Shi Niange, you are my little love song, see you in the next love song. 】(=easy to read novels)