Under One Person: Lifting the Ball to Soar

Just when a forest fire showed signs of dying down, a sarcastic remark came like a gust of east wind, and "swoosh!" it suddenly started a raging fire all over the mountains and plains!

Ma Xianhong was so angry that he lost his mind. He raised his hand and pushed the camera in front of him away in annoyance. Ruhua moved the camera back.

Lao Ma dialed the number again, and Ruhua moved back to the camera. This action was repeated seven or eight times by the man and the machine.

Lu Piao was greatly surprised when he saw this scene. How could Lao Ma’s IQ fall to the same level as Ruhua?

Seeing that Lao Ma seemed to not want to be in the camera, Lu Piao controlled Ruhua to stop taking pictures of him, and the unfortunate child finally calmed down.

Lu Piao asked in confusion:

"It's just going home. Although I know you've been very persistent about this and you finally got what you wanted today, you shouldn't be so excited, right?"

After waiting for a while, Lao Ma still didn't respond, so Lu Piao continued to ask in confusion:

"Why are you still standing here? Go home quickly. Don't you miss your grandpa very much?"

When Lu Piao mentioned his [home and relatives], the greatest desire in his heart was touched, and Ma Xianhong's face turned pale and blue.

Seeing that Old Ma was still motionless and silent, Lu Piao thought carefully, looked up at the moon above his head, and suddenly realized:

"Are you waiting for dawn? You don't want to disturb your family's sleep, right? This is what's wrong with you, Old Ma. You are so distant with your own family..."

The more Lu Piao spoke, the more proud he became. He put his hands on his hips with pride and applauded himself for his cleverness!

Ma Xianhong looked at Lu Piao's silly look and lamented that he was always being messed up by this guy inexplicably.

His blood pressure dropped again along with his anger, and Lao Ma let out a long sigh helplessly...

……

Lu Piao and Ma Xianhong sat opposite each other at a stone table under the old locust tree at the entrance of the village.

The two Ruhuas were not idle either. One of them was still holding a photographic light, acting as a light stand for the two people, or to be more precise, providing light source for Lu Piao.

The other Ruhua put away the camera and used an alcohol swab to roughly wipe the wounds on Ma Xianhong's forehead and fingers.

To be honest, it’s not a good idea to let Ruhua help me apply medicine.

This cat's only professional skill is photography. It doesn't have any nursing skills at all. It uses tweezers and a cotton swab to poke at Old Ma's forehead. Even with Ma Xianhong's patience, he couldn't help but grimace.

It doesn't matter if it hurts a little. He sacrifices comfort to maintain his image. Lao Ma is determined to change the world and create something new. He already has the consciousness of a big boss. Such small things can be better reflected by the help of Ruhua than doing it himself, which can better reflect his demeanor.

The two people sitting under the locust tree stared at each other.

Ma Xianhong was waiting for the other party to speak first. Although Lu Piao often couldn't tell whether he was talking nonsense or not, he never tried to be mysterious.

Maybe it was because he had suffered another social setback in front of this guy that Lao Ma became more stubborn.

I have already won the [Who blinks first loses] contest that I just unilaterally initiated. Now it is the second round of [Who speaks first loses] contest.

Countless experiences of dealing with this kind of people told Ma Xianhong that he could never lose in a battle of patience!

But Lao Ma discovered that a certain emotion gradually emerged in Lu Piao's eyes, and that was the look he gave Sha Diao.

Soon, Ma Xianhong realized the reason. A slight itch accompanied by a warm feeling flowed from his forehead to his chin.

The wound that had stopped bleeding long ago was punctured by Ruhua...

Old Ma, with a winding line of blood on his face, angrily snatched the tweezers and the bottle of alcohol cotton from Ruhua.

He deftly used tweezers to pick up a new piece of alcohol cotton from the bottle and wiped the wound on his finger...

In this one-sided game of patience, Lu Piao is indeed no match for Ma Xianhong at this moment without knowing the truth.

With the reminder of Lao Ma's head bleeding again, Lu Piao's curiosity was aroused again:

"Hey, before..."

The essence of human beings is to repeat themselves, but this time it was Lu Piao who got there first:

"What are you doing?"

Lu Piao finally felt that the atmosphere was not right. Old Ma made himself look so miserable in front of his house. Maybe it was not what he thought, that he did not want to disturb his relatives’ sleep...

Could this silly Ma be mentally ill?

Lu Piao had already spoken first, but Lao Ma, who was bitterly applying alcohol to his fingers, was not happy at all.

After wiping the wound on his hand, Ma Xianhong threw the tweezers and the bottle on the table. In order to avoid touching the wound, he bent his fingers slightly and raised his hands apart in front of his chest, like a doctor before operating on a patient in the operating room.

Lao Ma's ten bloody fingers were shaking right in front of him, and Lu Piao felt pain just looking at them!

After observing that all the dirt and gravel on his wound had been cleaned away, Lu Piao took out a green pill that exuded the fragrance of plants from his body. He lifted his butt off the stone bench and leaned forward, half of his body lying on the stone table. He stretched out his hand and placed the pill in front of Lao Ma.

Ma Xianhong picked up the jade tablet with his finger, examined it carefully, and then asked in confusion:

"How do I use this pill?"

Lu Piao: "Of course I eat it!"

Ma Xianhong said in surprise:

“It’s actually taken orally!”

He threw it into his mouth without hesitation after complaining, and then there was an immediate reaction, as if the wounds on his forehead and fingers were being massaged by ten thousand invisible little hands.

The injured area felt relaxed and comfortable, and all the pain disappeared in the blink of an eye. Ma Xianhong rubbed his fingers on his body a few times and wiped his forehead with his sleeve.

After wiping off the blood, Lao Ma was amazed to find that the wound had completely healed. Not only was there no scar at all, there was not even a trace of the injury!

However, the joy of recovering from his injury only lasted for a moment, and Lao Ma sighed heavily again.

The wound on the body can heal, but the wound on the heart will never heal, and will bleed forever...

When Lu Piao saw Lao Ma sighing and feeling sad, he suddenly felt anxious.

He took out the Poké Ball that contained the supplies and took out two cups and a saucer from it.

He took out the Poké Ball containing food, and took out the Erguotou that suited Lao Ma's temperament and the bubbling Sprite.

He filled up both glasses of white wine, then found a bag of spicy peanuts, tore open the plastic, poured the peanuts into a plate and pushed it in front of Lao Ma.

Then I made a ten-pound watermelon, which I showed off to myself...

Old Ma looked at Lu Piao with a mixture of laughter and tears as he asked Ruhua to get a knife to cut the melon for him.

He shook his head at this hilarious operation, picked up the Erguotou next to him and drank it all in one gulp!

Ma Xianhong told Lv Piao the hardship of not being able to return home...

Chapter 202 Waking up at home

It was past midnight, the sky was dark, and the deep night enveloped the world.

The countryside is not like the city, with bright lights, fireworks, and a nightlife full of singing and dancing.

In the middle of the night, every house in the village was closed and it was dark. The last light in the village had already been extinguished.

In the vast universe, there is only a ball of light in front of the stone table under the old locust tree at the entrance of the village, like a lone lamp in the darkness, creating the only color in the endless darkness.

Ma Xianhong talked to Lu Piao about his concerns...

While listening to the story of Lao Ma who had no home to return to, Lu Piao felt the tranquility around him.

Here, noise is scarce.

Lu Piao thought that the guy opposite had built a shabby village in the wilderness in order to help others, and he accepted people as villagers without any threshold, making the village more and more lively.

In this new era where de-urbanization is in vogue, anyone can understand that no matter what aspect of development is concerned, it has better prospects in cities.

He doesn’t seem to be involved in the world, nor does he seem to be a hermit. He even runs organic agriculture and animal husbandry with pure human power…

The reason why Lao Ma did this strange reverse operation and was so keen on the idyllic life of green water and green mountains is probably because he missed the time he spent with his family in this small village too much...

Ma Xianhong, who has always longed to return to the past, has decided to cut off all ties with the past and made the resolution to "sacrifice his family for the greater good."

This time I returned to my hometown, it was just a memorial service for myself...

"In three days, I will shoulder the fate of two worlds. If someone like me cannot be selfless, it will be the greatest downfall in the world!

I cannot let my origin and family become an obstacle to fairness and justice. I…I cannot go to see my family…I…from now on, I will forget everyone!”

"Oh..." A heavy sigh fell, Lu Piao put down the melon in his hand, took the towel from Ruhua, who was crouching beside him to serve him at any time, and wiped his mouth.

This melon doesn't taste good...

In ancient martial arts novels... well, it’s not really ancient, but this kind of argument has always been popular since ancient times.

A swordsman must give up all emotions and love to reach the pinnacle of swordsmanship, to become an immortal or Buddha one must give up worldly ties, and a hero must kill his family before doing great things...

Overall, Lao Ma’s worry that relatives will become a burden is quite reasonable.

It is not the burden of Ma Xianhong alone, but the burden of billions of living beings in the two worlds.

Lao Ma's position is not in the institutional circle of human power where "one can gain the trust of the organization only if they have a family". What he holds is the authority to open the channel between the two worlds. Such enormous power and interests lack checks and balances, so it is not an exaggeration to call him supreme.

If we fail to uphold impartiality and allow this power to be dominated by selfish desires, we will be further and further away from the fairness and justice that all mankind dreams of.

This is something that Ma Xianhong, who has a moral obsession, absolutely cannot accept.

It is foreseeable that in the future someone will use Lao Ma’s large family to influence him, threaten him, and try to control him.

If you don't want to be coerced, you must learn the Russian way of counter-terrorism and kill the hostages yourself first to prevent those with bad intentions from having any thoughts.

And even if Ma Xianhong had the ability to protect his relatives, there were many precedents in history of external relatives disrupting politics.

In order to put an end to all this and to truly implement fairness and justice, in Ma Xianhong's heart, his relatives have already "died" tonight.

Or maybe, it was Ma Xianhong who "died" tonight...

Ma Xianhong returned to his hometown and cried bitterly in front of his house, but it was just a farewell to the past.

……

"Three days later... So today is June 3rd."

When Lu Piao heard Lao Ma say that he would be crowned the emperor in three days, he suddenly realized something irreversible:

"Oh! Children's Day has passed. I wanted to take advantage of the holiday to buy myself a new product recently launched by Haibiao..."

Lu Piao looked at Mama Xianhong eagerly, the look of expectation for support on his face overflowing:

"If I make it up to myself now, does this Children's Day gift still count?"

Old Ma's face was so dark that water could drip out of it. He gritted his teeth and spat out two words viciously: