Lost in the world

Xiaoyu cried and said: "It's been a few days, did the two of them elope?"

On the dining table, each holds a bowl of burnt rice and a pair of chopsticks of charred fried vegetables, and puts them in his mouth calmly. As long as they don't kill anyone, there is nothing to be afraid of.

Li Ting finished a bowl of tofu and sauerkraut soup that could not tell whether it was salty or bitter, put down his chopsticks, his skin was pale and his expression was dull, he nodded to the two of them and said:

"I'm full. I'm going to Bai Qingming's house to do my homework."

Xiaoyu held her face in surprise: "Brother, don't you worry about them?"

Li Ting waved his sleeves, and a voice came: "Is there any use in worrying? Since it's useless, there's nothing to worry about."

Leave with a flick of clothes, hiding merit and fame deeply.

Ling Xiao bowed down, and couldn't help sighing: "This son will become a great weapon in the future. Xiaoyu, do you still have the snacks you have hidden, give me a bag, and I will transfer the money to you."

At night, an unexpected guest came.Ling Xiao's clothes were disheveled, he hugged himself and shivered, and his sharp high-pitched voice suddenly turned a lingering bend: "Um... non, molestation~!"

The next day, Li Ting and Xiaoyu looked at the empty room and the messy bed, and they were already familiar with the wooden faces:

"... Brother Ling is gone too."

……

"Boom boom boom" On the green leather train bound for Yunnan, Ling Xiao leaned against the pillow with a pale face and a weak breath, staring at a cold face that was more serious than him, his mouth moved, and he said weakly:

"But what does this have to do with me? I finally made up my mind to walk a bright road. I am only very old. I have no wife or son to inherit the incense. A beautiful life has just begun. If you accidentally end up with no children and grandchildren, you will pay me ah……"

Jiang Feng said: "I will accompany you. This time, I will accompany you to the end."

Hearing such a decisive answer, instead of feeling happy, Ling Xiao was worried: "Are you sick?"

In his impression, the cold-faced fox is not such an easy-talking person.Unexpectedly, Jiang Feng nodded his head this time, and said as if agreeing with him: "It's an illness, so I plan to cure it completely this time. I will guarantee your safety. Before the truth of the year is not investigated, I will I won’t let you die, if something unexpected happens, you can leave me and escape by yourself. Since I made up my mind, I have no intention of getting out completely.”

Ling Xiao frowned, incomprehensible: "Why did you think of investigating something so long ago? How many years have passed, maybe almost 20 years, I have forgotten, that is the history of the old man's fame, and there are enough people who praise him There are many, there is no shortage of me."

Jiang Feng said: "I still remember that time when Uncle Ling volunteered to infiltrate the enemy and cooperated with the outside, so the battle plan was a great success, a large number of guns and ammunition and extremely high-purity drugs were seized, the drug lord was arrested, and there were no casualties at the scene. It was a miracle. At that time, the news commented: It was a perfect anti-drug campaign. But after that, Uncle Ling's temperament changed drastically, he refused all interviews from the media, and retreated to the second line, taking up idle jobs to get by. To this day, the heroic deeds of that year are still kept silent."

Ling Xiao knew about these things, so he showed a boring look without the slightest interest, lowered his head and silently clasped his fingernails, but his ears couldn't close, and Jiang Feng continued:

"In the next few years, my father was transferred to Yunnan to work, and he accidentally learned that the operation was not without casualties. The fact is that one person was sacrificed. At least in my opinion, it was an innocent person involved."

Hearing this, Ling Xiao was taken aback for a moment, then raised his head: "Which unlucky guy is it?"

Jiang Feng's thin lips spit out two words calmly and clearly:

"Sioux City"

He suddenly had a silly expression, maybe the name was so common, as if he had heard it somewhere before, and asked, "Who is that?"

Jiang Feng didn't answer him directly, but took out a yellowed photo from the inside pocket of his suit and handed it over. He stretched his neck and leaned forward to take a look. He saw the man in the photo with a handsome face and a serious expression. Even through a piece of paper in the eyes of the camera, he can still feel the shudder that penetrates his heart.Not only that, he stared at the photo for a while, looked at it carefully, and asked uncertainly:

"Mo Qingxuan?"

Almost exactly the same face as Mo Qingxuan

Jiang Feng said, "This is Suzhou City."

"No, that's not it." He suddenly panicked, as if he had glimpsed the truth that he had never thought of before. He was both excited and panicked. Could it be father and son?"

"Su Cheng has two sons. The eldest son, Su Yeqing, has been confirmed to have died in an accident; the second son, Su Changqing, has disappeared after dropping out of his sophomore year."

Jiang Feng said "I don't know where to go", these four words are very subtle.Ling Xiao couldn't help feeling guilty, and asked nonchalantly: "What is 'missing'? Such a grown-up, you cold-faced fox can't find it?"

Jiang Feng ignored his teasing, and remained serious: "I can't find out where Su Changqing's household registration is. Unless he died, I can only think of one possibility."

"Military status?"

Military registration is a kind of identity, which only belongs to soldiers. In other words, only soldiers have military registration.Military registration is managed by the army and is not disclosed to the outside world.

"As for the military department, you have been in the army for a while, and you should know better than me. Once the national opportunity is activated, if you want to hide a person, that person will disappear without a trace. Su Changqing obviously hasn't To that extent, but also definitely on the fringe.”

"Hmm..." He nodded in agreement.He does know more than Jiang Feng, but that is only superficial, and the truly valuable information is sealed inside. For example, the "911" terrorist incident sacrificed the lives of so many peacekeeping soldiers, but the country kept it secret. is not normal.

"Three days ago, I received an anonymous email containing a video and a sentence."

"What is it?"

"The video shows that the identity of the undercover agent in Sioux City was exposed and he was tortured to death."

"What--" Ling Xiao sat up straight all of a sudden, his eyes full of disbelief, "Isn't that old man undercover? When did he become Su Changqing's father, Su Cheng?"

"Not only that, when Su Cheng was beaten, Uncle Ling was also in the group. Although he didn't participate in it, that face was indeed that of Uncle Ling when he was young."

"What do you mean - the video, where can I see the video?!" He suddenly blushed, his expression became agitated.

Jiang Feng shook his head: "After viewing the video, it will be destroyed by itself."

"Then—the words in the email, what did they say?"

"That sentence asked me if I wanted to know the truth about the siege campaign back then. If I wanted to, I would go to a small town in Ruili City to find him."

"Heh~ you go if he tells you to go, aren't you afraid of being a trap?" He couldn't restrain the scorching heat in his chest, his eyes were red from burning, "Then you catch me and go to die with you? "

"Go, maybe we can know the reason why Uncle Ling's personality has changed drastically." Jiang Feng's deep voice suddenly became stagnant, and his eyes looked at the field ridges passing by outside the window and the lonely girl with bright wreaths in the vast wheat field. Xinfen, whose calm expression seemed to collapse at this moment, showed a bit of indescribable frost-like coldness and inhumanity, and said, "After watching the video, I have a disrespectful guess, even if I don't say it, you You can guess it too."

Ling Xiao was furious immediately: "Why do you say that - do you have evidence?! Just because of a video that doesn't know the truth and slander, and a nonsense sentence, you got hooked?! I hate the old man, I wish he died early , but you are not allowed to slander his reputation like this!!"

He sat down, pressed his hands on his knees, and the protruding veins were clearly visible on the back of his hands. He seemed to be trembling all over his body and was furious. He tried his best to calm himself down, glaring at Jiang Feng's calm and pale face, his lips trembling. tremblingly said:

"Okay, okay, why don't you go to investigate, don't you look for evidence, I'll go with you, the clearer the investigation, the better! — Anyway, I've had enough of his inexplicable beatings and scolding!"

It was as if a dark ghost was growing in my heart, and gradually opened its teeth and claws.Obviously it has been a long time, but when I mentioned it again, my chest was still hot, my vision became hazy, and the scars that had healed at the corners of my eyes began to ache again for some reason, as if the wound had opened and thick, smelly blood began to flow out...

At this time, he suddenly missed Phoenix very much.Phoenix never mentions this, the supernatural Phoenix can always protect him well, and because Phoenix doesn't know his past, and doesn't care whether he is good or bad, even if he is rotten to the bone, even Breathing is dirty, and Mumu is willing to be his friend, but:

——Where have you been?

Please save me, save Su Changqing...

The lonely call is like a continuous long wind, crossing the barren land and the silent valley, blowing over the moonlit stream, passing through the endless footsteps of the busy city, circling like a mournful lone goose in Phoenix. above.

Phoenix stood on a towering building, and behind him were a dozen foreigners who were unusually tall and burly. They had brown eyes and high nose bridges, and they were wearing black coats. Like statues.In front of them stood a young brown-haired man with profound facial features, milk-like white skin, extremely rare abnormal pupils, and the corners of his mouth were carelessly raised, exuding a lazy and sensual aura, like It is a noble and elegant Persian cat.

Phoenix turned back slowly in thought, opened his lips, and uttered a few strange and blunt syllables:

"Brother"

The brown-haired man stepped forward, his little leather boots stepped on the stone bricks, and there was a light "da da" sound of footsteps, his expression was gentle, and the laughter from his mouth was like a thick and deep cello music, with complex changes deeply hidden, affectionate typical:

"Mioparenti, Daquantononcivediamo. Sonoquiperucciderti."

Finnis hasn't been back to Italy for a long time, so he has almost no impression of this elder brother, but he remembers the pair of green and blue pupils very clearly. Because of those rare eyes, everyone spared no effort to praise his beauty, and his parents doted on him , regard him as the best choice for heir.

"Cesare"

It's a name with high hopes, Caesar.

phoenix's foreign brother

In the middle of the night, there was a sudden torrential rain in the city.The snow-white water column fell from the sky, pouring in the gray mist, and the cold air penetrated into the skin and bone joints, making people breathless.The water column gradually burst and turned white, and the ice particles condensed into snowflakes and fell down densely, covering the sky and covering the ground. In a short while, the whole city was completely white.

A black shadow fell from the sky, and there was a loud "boom", and it fell into the snow like garbage thrown from high altitude. The pale skin was buried in the snowdrift, and the snowflakes melted with body temperature, and then flowed bright red from the melted snow. Fiery blood.

Not long after, a young man in a blue-gray Taoist robe held an umbrella, with snowflakes falling on his shoulders, and walked into the narrow alleyway against the wind and snow. , his eyes were covered with mist, and he couldn't tell whether it was compassion or kindness. He suddenly raised his foot and kicked it gently, with a clear and cold voice:

"Are you dead?"

Blood flowed to his feet, his cold and jade-like expression finally wavered, he bent down and squatted down, pulled up the messy brown hair and lifted it up, only to see a western face covered in blood, the eyes under the eyelids rolled, A gap was barely opened, revealing emerald green pupils, while the other was dark blue, and messy syllables were revealed between the opening and closing of the lips:

"...Ce...s...ar...o..."

The Taoist priest holding the umbrella couldn't help but frowned, and pieced together those aura sounds, and finally spelled out a barely catchy name:

"Carol"

……

In the snow, another young man with disheveled black hair and pale cheeks was dying to breathe. Bright red blood beads rolled out of his hair and slid over his eye sockets, dyeing a pair of dark pupils bright red.The cold air lingering around his body seemed to have absorbed the blood and turned it into a blood mist, wrapping him airtightly. The wind and snow were blowing outside, but the red color had a warm temperature like a flame in the white night.