I quietly watch you play

Zhou Wei glanced at the driver in front of him, his facial muscles twitched, his chest trembled at high frequency, and finally one of them couldn't hold back: "Pfft ha ha ha ha——" laughing and fell into Jiang Xiaoqi's arms.

The driver glanced at the rear mirror calmly, and turned the steering wheel steadily: "If you two keep shaking like this, do you really look like a car shaker? Yes, it's hard to buy a smile. My birthday present is expensive enough, right?"

Zhou Wei couldn't stop laughing: "Is it necessary to dress so exaggeratedly as a bodyguard? If those group of people dressed like this, I would have died laughing..."

"Tongyan Wuji!" Jiang Xiaoqi poked him on the head.

A black Volkswagen was catching up in the next lane, and the window on the driver's side was dropped when overtaking. The group of hemiplegics who were dressed as twins with the driver turned their heads this way, biting their sunglasses legs in their mouths.

Zhou Weideng was dumbfounded, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Jiang Xiaoming, who was driving, tugged at the collar of his black shirt and bared his teeth: "Finally, I know that there are clothes that are worse than wearing a full police uniform! If you say that those who make movies and TV shows are not doing good things, the bodyguards wear them like water. Wearing a suit, tie and leather shoes and sunglasses, how do you fight when something happens? Does it mean that a flying kick will explode your crotch!"

He glanced at Jiang Xiaoqi who was wearing a full set of self-cultivation behind him, and sincerely said: "Really! I was born without the fate of a domineering president—"

"You said it yourself. It's not easy to be recognized if you have a strong contrast." Jiang Xiaoqi, the instigator, stared at Jiang Dui's half-bald head with shaved sideburns, "How can you act without any sense of sacrifice? Look at their group, I suspect He might not have dressed so grandly on his wedding day."

Zhou Wei agreed, he was worried that the group of thousand-year-old sweaters, trousers and sneakers would not know which foot to take first when they got out of the car.

"Which thing you plan to do on my birthday is bigger than the invasion of the Pentagon, can you tell me?"

"It's really hard to compare." Jiang Xiaoming squeezed out two pieces of artificial beards with one hand and stuck them on the upper lip and lower jaw, and pressed them against the rearview mirror. This is a hollow circle."

Jiang Xiaoqi squeezed Zhou Wei's wrist, resting his thumb on the pulse point and rubbing gently: "I'm sorry Xiao Wei, after today I will make up a separate birthday for you."

"Why make up? Didn't you prepare a gift today?"

"get ready."

"Eating, drinking, gifts, and you, where do you need patches?"

"Ahem, force-feeding dog food before meals is immoral." Jiang Xiaoming slowed down the car, "Second bosses, the 'siege' is here."

'Siege City' is a high-end entertainment club that has become popular in the past two years. The shape of the building is similar to a Hakka enclosure. From the outside, it looks like a cylindrical structure. There are huge reliefs on the outer walls, and there are no half windows.

This kind of structure is indeed in line with the connotation of "Besieged City", and at the same time, it also brings a great sense of psychological security to those who come here for fun and robbery.

On the side of the main entrance, under the light curtain, there are two big characters of "Siege" in Zhao style cursive script. The translation is "FALLIN", which is not even a complete phrase, but it is inexplicably appropriate.

"Fallinlove?" Jiang Xiaoming mumbled, and drove in the car, "Congratulations to you two for entering the city, please keep in mind the four-character password for leaving the city—you are fine, but everything that follows can be effectively passed."

Zhou Wei muttered: "You are fine but... no one has a chance to know except me." He looked at Jiang Xiaoqi from the corner of his eyes.

Mr. Driver shivered, his beard almost frightened: "Boss, let's take a look at the FBI Criminal Tendency Test. The real questions will be analyzed. No 888 or 668. Take home a bowl of rice with abalone juice!"

Zhou Wei hadn't been to this kind of place in the past two years, so he got out of the car and looked around.

The courtyard in the middle of the "Besieged City" is actually very large, with a European-style fountain pool in the center, stone Roman columns and high arches everywhere, many maple trees scattered here and there, and stone trails extending in all directions.

"Like the Colosseum in ancient Rome."

Jiang Xiaoqi took him to the reserved room: "It is indeed a Colosseum."

The room was on the first floor, an exquisite small room, the group guarded the door, Jiang Xiaoming went in with them, scanned the whole room with a detector, and nodded slightly at Jiang Xiaoqi.

Almost at the same time, the group of deliberately raised voices came from outside the door: "Hi Ma'am, Mr. Jiang is inside."

Jiang Xiaoming quickly stood by the door, opened the door neatly, without any pause to open the lock button and successfully covered up the almost inaudible light sound, and bowed slightly to Jiang Zhen who was outside the door.

"You wait here." Jiang Zhen said to the driver.

The driver seemed to have some complaints about the bodyguard standing in the house. Before he could speak, Jiang Xiaoming closed the door with a click.

The driver had no choice but to poke outside the door with the group on one left and one on the right.

Jiang Xiaoqi took the cake from Jiang Zhen's hand, Jiang Zhen had already lifted Zhou Wei's hand and looked up at him carefully, his eyes were like a soft brush, sweeping him from head to toe, this is not over yet, little Mao The brush was dipped in fat and water and applied again carefully, until her own eyes were wet.

"Xiao Wei, happy birthday—"

"Thank you, Auntie." Zhou Wei's voice was rough, he had never been able to resist this kind of strange and warm experience.

Clang clang clang, the wall on one side of the room slid open to both sides.

"SURPRISE!" A group of people from the next door rushed in suddenly, pinging and banging a few colored cannons, and countless rose petals scattered from the air, sprinkled on Zhou Wei's head and shoulders, "Happy birthday!"

Zhou Wei was completely stunned!

Pei Qin rushed over to hug him, but was dragged back by Huang Zhizi next to him; Yu Lai was still twisting a colorful cannon that hadn't been fired, and backed up a few steps in fright with a bang; Zuo Luo was sprayed straight, like a plant Bougainvillea in full bloom; the left column nimbly jumped away, pointing at them and laughing...

Huang Zhizi launched herself, and looked at Jiang Xiaoqi with her head: "Mr. Jiang, I want to hug you!" Before waiting for approval, she preemptively gave Zhou Wei a bear hug.

Zhou Wei was like a little squirrel released into the wild. Suddenly seeing the same kind as before, he was both timid and excited. He looked back at Jiang Xiaoqi: "Shall I go and play for a while?"

Jiang Xiaoqi nodded with a smile: "Wait a while, remember to come back and eat cake."

"Our cakes are bigger and more beautiful!" Pei Qin came over and hooked his shoulders, without looking back, he waved his two fingers at Jiang Xiaoqi, "Come on, close the wall!"

Zhou Wei turned his head to look, Pei Qin moved his face closer, he turned back embarrassedly, and saw Yu Chengcheng building a champagne tower by the table.

In the past many years, his birthdays were always lively like this, and he got together with this group of cronies.

A wall separated him from his current life.

Zhou Wei suddenly discovered that the past and the future do not have to be cut off by reality, just like the wall that can slide away, he can try to connect them together to become his unique life journey.

You Lai jumped forward and waved his hand in front of Zhou Wei's eyes: "Do you still remember me at Mo Mo? Him! You should always remember him?" He raised his finger to Yu Chengcheng.

Zhou Wei raised his forehead: "When I saw this person, I felt a little...a headache."

Yu Chengcheng came over with a glass of champagne: "My leg hurts when I see you!"

"Why is there him every time you are there?" Zhou Wei asked Pei Qin, "Is your new bodyguard?"

Yu Chengcheng snorted lightly: "Xiaoqin, call my brother and ask Feiyi to sign him! Oscar owes him a car of statuettes, and Hollywood owes him a DreamWorks!"

Youlai looked blank: "Is this a quarrel between you two?"

Huang Zhizi pulled up Zhou Wei's long hair, and tied a half ball in the back of her head, revealing the delicate curves of her cheeks, her eyes were extraordinarily large and dark.

Zhou Wei turned her head and looked at Pei Qin innocently, drooping the corners of her mouth, feeling aggrieved.

Pei Qin pointed at Yu Chengcheng with his hips on his hips: "Shut up...Shut up! Or ask someone to pinch your legs at night—"

The waiter pushed up the cake tower, and everyone sang, wished and blew out the candles.Zhou Wei divided the longevity noodles into half for Pei Qin: "Happy birthday."

"Silly beep!" Pei Qin's eyes were red, he had been relying on celebrating Zhou Wei's birthday since he was a child, because the Pei family would never celebrate his birthday which was also the anniversary of his mother's death.

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"To make a long story short," Jiang Xiaoming took off his sunglasses and sat next to Jiang Zhen, "Ma'am, I have carefully read all the evidence that can be preserved 25 years ago, and today I will meet you under the cover of Xiaowei's birthday, please , Be sure, tell me all the truth you know. Time is running out, so we won't go around in circles, and you guys have to celebrate Xiaowei's birthday later."

"Okay," Jiang Zhen looked directly at Jiang Xiaoming, her eyes filled with a deep lake, peaceful but bottomless, "The truth is what you see and what the evidence points to, I have no other stories to tell you."

Jiang Xiaoqi looked at Jiang Zhen in surprise: "Mom, are you sure this is what you want to say? If..."

"No, I have not been coerced or instigated by anyone." Jiang Zhen still looked at Jiang Xiaoming with a cold face, "Jiang team, you should know better than me what is a legally recognized fact, so I really have nothing to do." Said."

Jiang Xiaoming nodded, suppressing the loss and helplessness: "I understand, ma'am, you want to tell me that even if you can give me another perspective of the truth, there is no evidence to prove it right? It doesn't matter! As long as you look at your Tell me what you have come to, and I will look for other evidence, ten or twenty years, I don't mind spending my lifetime to find this answer!"

Jiang Zhen shook his head: "You can't find something that doesn't exist at all."

"Hey," Jiang Xiaoming sneered, his body movements and deliberately lowered voice showed that he was on the verge of some dangerous emotion, like facing a cunning suspect who refused to explain the case, "I did this! Then tell me Me, if you don't have any evidence that can threaten Second Uncle, why did he let you go? Love?!"

"Yes, don't you believe it?" Jiang Zhen turned his eyes away and let out a breath, as if the last breath of strength had leaked out, "If I tell a story that you expect, but there is no evidence to prove its authenticity, the people who listen to the story What would you think? I don’t need a team of sky-high lawyers at the defense table. I can tell you that this woman named Jiang Zhen failed to climb into bed 25 years ago. She was kicked out by the Jiang family with a big belly. But she wanted to return it to the Jiang family to make a blood bag, so she held a grudge and fabricated a lie to slander the Jiang family. If the truth is so, why didn't she tell it 25 years ago, and why didn't she say it in 25 years... In such a plot ethics drama, one Grab a lot, it’s really a sense of substitution.”

"Ma'am," Jiang Xiaoming shot over with sharp tiger eyes, squinting his eyes slightly like a hunter, "on the day when the crime happened 25 years ago, at that time, do you still remember that your mobile phone sent a 26.73M file? If it was a The video is about ten seconds long, can you tell me what you sent at that time?"

"It's the B-ultrasound image taken during my first pregnancy test." Jiang Zhen replied almost without hesitation. I lied..."

Jiang Xiaoqi suddenly grabbed Jiang Zhen's forearm, Jiang Zhen patted the back of his hand, looked into his son's eyes: "If I tell a lie, there will be no peace for the rest of my life."

"Enough!" Jiang Xiaoqi stood up and looked at Jiang Xiaoming, "Go back first."

Jiang Xiaoming put his face on his hips unwillingly, panted deeply, and shook his hands angrily, the sunglasses knocked on the edge of the table, clicked, and one lens was broken.

"..." How picky is the crew?The quality of props is a bit poor!

The door of the room was knocked suddenly, Jiang Xiaoming stood in the shadow beside the door, Jiang Xiaoqi quickly went to push the door open.

Zuo Lie ran over with cream all over his face, and Yu Lai chased him with a cake. The next door had already been tossed by the cake war, and the champagne tower had collapsed halfway.

Zhou Wei glanced at Jiang Xiaoqi, then looked at Jiang Xiaoming who was not wearing sunglasses and lowered his head vigorously. The profile of the Jiang family with their noses up is too conspicuous, even with beards attached to them, it is possible for You Lai to recognize it.

Zhou Wei grabbed the piece of cake that Pei Qin was eating and threw it at You Lai, but the result was too good, and it slapped the bodyguard's face.

Jiang Xiaoming raised his hand and wiped it, most of his face was stained, his eyebrows and beards were all white, everyone laughed.

The driver who knocked opened the door and looked in. Zhou Wei threw out the second piece of cake, smashing the man's mouth full.

The driver neither vomited nor swallowed, covered his lips and said in a buzzing voice, "Ma'am, Mr. Jiang is here too, and he is having dinner upstairs with his friends. Is it convenient for you to come over and have a chat?"

"Go wash up first," Jiang Zhen glanced at the man, "I'll go up by myself later."

The driver backed up and closed the door, and was afraid to hear a gust of rain hitting the window on the door.

"You go too," Jiang Xiaoqi said to Jiang Xiaoming, "I don't need you here, go get something from the waiter and run for me."

Jiang Xiaoming nodded, turned around and opened the door to go out.

Jiang Zhen and his son looked at each other, but neither of them spoke.Jiang Zhen took out a handkerchief and wiped the cream on Zhou Wei's face: "You children, have fun, and Auntie will cook fish for you some other day."

"I didn't mean to..." Zhou Wei looked at Jiang Xiaoqi, then at Jiang Zhen, knowing that it was impossible to take Jiang Zhen back now, so he was inevitably a little bit disappointed.

Jiang Xiaoming didn't wash his face either. He took a packaged rice with abalone sauce from the waiter, sat in the taxi and ate while wiping his face with a paper towel. He wrapped his beard and cream together and threw it into a garbage bag.

The taxi driver Zhan Zhan took a sneak peek at the strange passenger, Jiang Xiaoming took out his ID and confronted him: "The police are anti-pornography, haven't you seen it?"

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