Human ladder

After laughing enough, Wen Yan asked Lu Congqi, "What about you?"

Lu Congqi looked at Wen Yan in astonishment, and pointed at himself.

"Well," Wen Yan squatted down, took out a tissue and wiped Wen Guochao's tombstone, as if to cover up something: "What was your childhood like?"

Lu Congqi retreated a few steps, almost wanting to escape.

Under Wen Guochao's gaze, Wen Yan asked seemingly unintentionally, suddenly unable to speak.

Lu Congqi moved his lips a few times in a difficult niche, and said in a hoarse voice: "I admired and adored my father since I was a child, because my mother portrayed him as a hero, and I also secretly swore that when I grow up, I want to be Someone like my dad."

Wen Yan paused for wiping his hands.

Lu Congqi: "Even if he is not by my side, he is the spiritual pillar of the whole family. My mother has never made me feel wronged."

"When we first moved here, we inevitably encountered some criticism. In fact, it was nothing more than no father, husband ran away with someone, single-parent family, etc. I didn't care at that time, so I let them say."

"But my mother held my hand for this, and went to those gossiping homes, and told them while holding a special product from the South."

He watched Wen Yan wipe the tombstone over and over again, clenched his fists, and suddenly couldn't continue.

Wen Yan asked, "What did you say?"

Lu Congqi took a deep breath, and said as if he was going all out: "She was very polite and didn't embarrass them at all. She sent the gift up first, and then said: My husband is away on business trips all the year round, and it's not death or divorce. It’s fine to talk about it in front of you, don’t spread it to the children’s ears.”

——The child is still young, and the existence of the father is a necessary condition for the child to build a personality and perfect character.I don't want my children to be shadowed by these gossips and affect their future life.

——I am a teacher in a nearby kindergarten. Your children can also be placed in my hands with confidence, and we adults will give them a safe and worry-free childhood, okay?

Wen Yan squeezed the dirty facial tissue into a ball and stuffed it into his pocket, clapped his hands and got up.

Lu Congqi was suddenly taken aback, and almost took two steps back in panic.

However, Wen Yan directly ignored these, and asked: "I don't see that your mother is quite eloquent."

Lu Congqi keenly grasped Wen Yan's emotions, and felt something was wrong, he couldn't understand: "What do you mean?"

Wen Yan turned around, stared at Lu Congqi and sneered, "I mean, your mother is quite a liar."

Lu Congqi restrained his emotions, and warned: "Wen Yan!"

But Wen Yan seemed to be unable to see or hear, the surging emotions in his heart overwhelmed his rationality, Wen Yan drowned in the midst of it, stretching out his hands and shouting in despair.

Why did he ask this sentence?

Why did he interview Wen Guochao for Pathfinder Congqi? This answer was not what he wanted to hear.

What he wants to hear is that Lu Congqi hates his father, doesn't care about his father, he doesn't want to hear a textbook-like happy story...

Wen Yan put on a stern face, raised his brow in a nonchalant way, and acted like a rogue: "If it weren't for some troublesome rescue of undercover agents back then, my dad wouldn't be lying here now. I'll take my dad's place What's wrong with saying a few words?"

"Hero? Why does your dad's hero need someone to save? Why is there sacrifice? Aren't heroes fucking saving people?!"

Lu Congqi was out of breath, with infinite anger in his chest, staring at Wen Yan with inexplicable grief.

Lu Congqi looked at Wen Guochao's tombstone, and at Wen Yan who was standing there sarcastically and offensively, took a deep breath, and didn't say a word for a long time.

After he stood there and endured his anger enough, he turned and left without looking at Wen Yan.

"Anyway, I'm the biggest alive, and your mother is actually like that..."

"Snapped--"

Wen Yan turned his head and looked at Lu Congqi, who was close at hand, before he could let go of the hand that slapped him.

Holding Wen Yan's collar, he gritted his teeth and said, "How could you!"

Wen Yan's face was burning with pain, and the words he uttered were so painful that he stabbed others and hurt himself: "It's not good for an overly idealized woman, what's wrong with your mother imposing her personality cult on you? "

Lu Congqi reached out and wanted to fight again.

Wen Yan also got angry: "Lu Congqi! Your whole family is so nice? Can't you tell?!"

Lu Congqi was panting, his eyes were red with anger, and he stared at Wen Yan.

Wen Yan could see that Lu Congqi was trying to restrain himself, and anyone with eyes could see that he was trying his best to endure, clearly gritting his teeth and clenching his fists, as if he was punishing himself.

Wen Yanluo's gaze on Lu Congqi's fist was instantly released, and he continued to ignite the fire: "My father is already a dead man - lie flat and let others discuss merits and demerits, and you don't even have the qualifications to make an excuse! Is this what mother said about heroes?"

Wen Yan sneered: "Liar! Your mother is a liar!"

"Liar! Liar! Liar!"

The two quickly wrestled together.

Lu Cong never fights.

Good students don't seem to fight.

Wen Yan only needs to grab his collar, throw him on the ground, wait for him to get up in a panic, and beat him in the face.

He will be dizzy for a while.

Lu Congqi didn't get the point of the fight, but after all, the weight of the boy's fist was still there, and Wen Yan was actually quite choked up.

But at the end, when the two teenagers were holding each other's collars and glaring at each other angrily with blue lips, they felt a little absurd and unbelievable.

They looked at each other, thinking at that moment.

--What am I doing?What are you doing in front of Wen Guochao?

When Lu Congqi thought of this, his guilt quickly overwhelmed his anger, but he was still angry.

Lu Congqi let go of Wen Yan, and stared at Wen Yan with bloodshot eyes: "Wen Guochao has been asking for help that day. Although Bureau Meng hesitated back then, there is a certain chance that Wen Guochao will be saved in the end...Why did he sail?"

Wen Yan was stunned, his expression blank.

"Because the blast area covered almost the entire dock, the farther he drove the boat, the more people he could save."

"That's why he is a hero—Wen Yan, I beg you, don't say these things in front of your father, you can blame him...but you should grow up."

Lu Congqi turned around and left.

Wen Yan watched Lu Congqi's back gradually blurred in the rainy night, the rain was overlapping, and the surrounding green pines looked on indifferently.

He wiped the corner of his mouth, took a breath of cold air feeling the pain, and suddenly grinned.

Wen Yan wiped off the accumulated water on the altar by himself, and found a place for himself to sit there.

He looked up at the boundless darkness above his head, as if he was looking up from the bottom of an abyss, the sky was gone, and it was as black as an upside-down sea, boundless and frightening.

After a while, the rain became louder.

Wen Yan spoke suddenly, and said coolly, "Dad, I beat him up for you."

He leaned against the tombstone, not daring to look back at Wen Guochao.

The tombstone was cold and pressed against his back, like the cold stare Wen Guochao gave when he silently blamed him when he was angry.

Wen Yan suddenly didn't know what to say, he bent one leg, took out a small bottle of liquor from his arms, and touched it to the tombstone behind him: "I remember that the two of us haven't had a drink yet—I'll toast you first, I'll give you a toast." Even if you don't grow up, you can't control me from drinking."

Liquor in throat.

His heart was sour, full of difficulties that he had nowhere to vent.

But the surroundings are still cold, and even a sip of strong wine is cold.

Wen Yan could only hug himself hypocritically, and the rain became urgent, like a silent urging.

The surrounding is eerily quiet.

"He doesn't know anything... I've tried it, so don't blame him, okay?" It can be heard that there is a nameless sadness in Yan's chest. During Qi Cong's time.

So it's not purely a play to play the road from the period.

Wen Yan couldn't stay any longer, and stood up in embarrassment. He looked at Wen Guochao's tombstone and grinned.

But his eyes were sad, and he was silent.

Comparable to the dead on the monument.

After a long time, he stood up straight, and the corners of his blue mouth were cracked, as if a boy's transformation from a man always starts with a scar, and the wound changed the childishness of his face.

Wen Yan's eyes were firm, and he said, "I know, I've always known."

Three days later, in Linhai City, somewhere in the red light district.

Wen Yan kicked open the half-hidden door, relying on his large number of people, he quickly occupied the small shop.

Someone yelled, with annoyance at being disturbed: "Who the hell is that?"

Wen Yan stretched out his hand and waved the smoke and dust floating around, and said without expression: "Oh, you are busy with your work—"

Wen Yan looked at the surrounding furnishings, and pouted slightly dissatisfied: "Small it, wait until the people inside are done working, and then go inside and smash it."

"..."

Both the people inside and the people outside felt that Wen Yan was embarrassing them. Who could face so many people and continue to lie on top of women with a good attitude?

Crazy?

The low-quality perfume in the room was mixed with a certain stench, and Yan Yan sneezed with his head tilted.

He rubbed his nose, opened the curtain and walked out as if fleeing.

There were quite a few people standing at the door, and as soon as they saw Wen Yan coming out, someone immediately stuck to Wen Yan's side flatteringly and said, "Brother Wen, do you have a cold? Come on, get out."

Wen Yan glanced at the man, waved his hand, and asked him, "What's going on with Wu Xiu recently?"

"I heard that he is looking for places everywhere, but he has recently set his sights on the Xingji Bar... But Xingji is under the care of Qi Chu's subordinate Mengyou, so he is probably trying to curry favor with them now?"

Wen Yan felt that these two names were unfamiliar, so he asked one more question: "Qi Chu's subordinate Meng You? Who is that?"

"He's a ruthless guy. He fights with his own life and even beats people to death! But Brother Ming and them have always been inseparable from each other. Let's not move."

Wen Yan nodded clearly.

Seeing that he finished his work here, he greeted him and got into the car first.

Not far away, the car braked suddenly and the car was bumped. Wen Yan Youyou raised his eyes and asked, "What's wrong?"

"...Someone is blocking the way, look at the license plate number, it's not easy to mess with the master."

Wen Yan didn't know how he thought of the name he just heard, and curiously opened the door and got out of the car.

What stopped them was a Land Rover with its headlights fully on, as if it would never give way.

It seems to have been waiting for a long time.

Wen Yan walked towards the Land Rover, raised his hand and knocked on the window.

The childishness and arrogance of his brows have not faded, it seems that he can't learn how to lower his eyebrows, so his attitude is really not respectful.

Wen Yan thought about it himself, he really had nothing to respect.

After a while, the people in the car opened the door and got out of the car.

Wen Yan took a few steps back and looked at the person vigilantly.

The visitor was a little taller than Wen Yan, wearing a black sweater, a black mask, a pair of hiking boots to the ankles, and thin and long legs.

Although only a pair of eyes were exposed, and his eyebrows were covered by a sweater and hat, Wen Yan knew that he must be a handsome man when he saw his stature. With such a temperament and attire, he would be regarded as the kind who would be surrounded by stars at the airport.

The man just stood there and let Wen Yan scrutinize him. After a while, he spoke in a casual tone: "If you are staring at me, you will be charged."

Wen Yan smiled and asked, "Brother, who is it?"

"Monyo."

Wen Yan's heart skipped a beat, as if he was very surprised why Mengyou appeared here, or even more surprised that the person who was said to fight to his death turned out to be like this.