[Lou Cheng] 24 solar terms

He took the keys to the garage and drove.

The car drove out of the house, and it happened that the neighbor’s Little Jenny sent today’s letters and milk, and came back happily with the salary. When she saw Minglou, she greeted him happily and asked him if today’s biscuits were good. .

Minglou smiled, praised her craftsmanship with beautiful words, and finally hinted tactfully that if she cooks too much next time and can’t finish it, she can give him another one, but Little Jenny doesn’t know the subtle art of speaking in Chinese In short, he didn't understand the meaning of Minglou's words, and hopped in the door with a basket on his shoulders.

Disappointed, Professor Ming drove away in his car.

At [-]:[-], the train pulled into the station, and passengers began to walk into the platform one after another, preparing to board the carriages.

Mingcheng saw today's target through the scope, a bloated middle-aged man.

Surrounded by a group of bodyguards, the man walked in slowly from the entrance, and the surrounding passengers gave way one after another, forming a vacuum at the platform.

Mingcheng slowed down his breathing.

He leaned over, forming a smooth curve from the neck to the back, and his head was firmly supported by the window, and his hands were always dry and stable. Only a pair of eyes were amazingly bright, like a newly sharpened sword. The sword is cold and sharp, enough to teach gods and ghosts to overcome difficulties.

The beautiful fingers tightened little by little on the trigger.

The man walked slowly towards the door.

One foot was raised, and he was about to step in.

Mingcheng pulled the trigger.

He fell down in response, blood splattering everywhere.

Mingcheng didn't hesitate at all, and didn't take a second look. After firing the shot, he immediately jumped off the stage with his gun in his arms, quickly dismantled the gun into its previous fragments and stuffed it back into the suitcase, closed the suitcase and pulled it up. Zipper, and only then did he hear roars and screams from all around, several beats behind.

He calmly opened the bathroom door, put the sign back behind the door, and even washed his hands under the faucet leisurely, then carried the suitcase and walked into the previous passage.

The blockade came quickly, and Mingcheng saw that the entrance and exit were blocked by a group of policemen, checking one by one whether anyone was carrying dangerous lethal weapons, such as guns.

He smiled lightly and took two brisk steps, just in time to bump into a young man who had just been forced to open his suitcase for inspection and was walking into the platform cursing.

The two collided into one place, he stood upright, nothing happened, but the young man fell on his back, the suitcase hit his instep, and he grinned in pain.

Mingcheng quickly squatted down, put down the box, and reached out to help him: "Are you okay?"

The young man jumped up, apparently still angry, so he slammed down his head and face full of anger: "Do you have eyes? You don't look at the road when you walk, are you blind or something! See how easy it is for you to bully me!"

Mingcheng apologized again and again: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's all my fault, did you get hurt somewhere?"

The young man wanted to scold again, but the bodyguards who were standing by and staring at the inspection said impatiently, "It's okay, it's a big deal, hurry up!"

Arrogant towards Mingcheng, the young man obviously didn't dare to be hard-headed towards the bodyguard, and angrily scratched Mingcheng a few times with his eyes, he picked up the box and walked away, Mingcheng stood there with a helpless smile, bent over and took it Another suitcase.

At 23:[-], Minglou walked into Gare du Nord.

Someone is already waiting for him under the plane tree in the northeast corner.

With a straight back and a slender figure, he stands like a steel gun and a poplar.

So strange, yet so familiar.

Minglou laughed and walked over. The two stood side by side for a while before he opened his mouth softly.

"came back?"

"came back."

Minglou sighed with emotion: "I'm finally back."

Mingcheng turned his head and showed a teasing smile: "This kind of speaking style really doesn't look like you, big brother."

Minglou said, "That's because I'm not talking to you as a big brother."

Mingcheng was slightly taken aback, and the next second he realized, the tips of his ears immediately turned red.

Minglou opened his arms and gave him a long-lost reunion hug.

The movements and tone were very calm, but when the two hearts were pressed together, Mingcheng could clearly hear Minglou's heartbeat frequency, which was so intense that it seemed to be playing a variation piece like a storm.

And so was he.

This hug didn't last long, Mingcheng lowered his head and blinked, blinking away a trace of moisture in his eyes, took out a letter from his arms and handed it to Minglou—it was the "Dici Xiuqi" letter.

Minglou said: "So it is still necessary to choose characters."

Mingcheng smiled: "As soon as I saw this, I knew you were going to assign tasks again."

"I've heard the news, it's very well done." Minglou put his arm around his shoulders and led him to the side, "Let's go, the young master's train is coming soon, let's go pick up that ancestor together. "

Those who are in the heat, the first time to wait for the eagle is to sacrifice the bird, the second time to wait for the world to be quiet, and the third time to wait for the hen to ascend.

Autumn is here, the sky is getting colder, the world is chilling, everything is awe-inspiring, the eagle hunts the birds, and the millet is heading for a good harvest.

"Ah Cheng, you graduated."

【Eighteen】Bailu

When Mingtai got off the train, he felt very nervous.

Leaving my eldest sister, leaving my homeland, and traveling across the ocean to a strange country, even the optimist Young Master Ming would find it hard to accept for a while, not to mention, his leaving, it sounds like he is going to study abroad, but it is realistic Some, in fact, went to take refuge.

After the July [-]th Incident, Mingjing took him out of Shanghai and temporarily lived in Hong Kong. At the same time, he contacted Minglou and discussed sending him to France to study.Minglou quickly completed the formalities, but Mingtai didn't want to leave alone, and Mingjing couldn't let go of him for a while, thinking that the situation in North China was critical, but the south was calmer, and he could push it for as long as he could. , so it never came to fruition.

In August, the Japanese army successively launched attacks on Nanjing, Shanghai and other places, using large-scale and indiscriminate bombing with lethal weapons. Ming Spiegel was deeply aware of the insecurity in the country, so he bought the nearest bus ticket without thinking about what Mingtai was thinking. After thinking about it, he put him on the train to Paris, and sent the younger brother away with tears in his eyes.

Mingtai grabbed the door frame, cried and cried, shouted and shouted, but in the end he could only accept this fact.During the long journey, he just slumped in the seat alone, thinking of the forever doting smile of his elder sister, the incomparably magnificent landscape of his hometown, and the sweet, salty, sour, spicy snacks in the streets and alleys, Depressed, even when the pretty girl sitting across from him struck up a conversation with him, he was reluctant to reply.

However, the young master is still young, and the long and boring journey gradually dissipated his inner depression. After considering the number of phone calls and letters to the eldest sister every day after arriving in France, he began to look forward to the coming time in Paris.

Mingtai’s knowledge of the outside world comes almost entirely from books and other people’s narrations. His impression of France is literature, fashion, romance, and many warm, cheerful, blond and blue-eyed beauties. Putting aside other factors, he went to Paris Going to school was actually a good choice for him.

Of course, Paris has both good and bad sides. The biggest disadvantage is that Minglou is also there, but unfortunately, the eldest sister is still in China.

Mingtai, who grew up under the claws of his elder brother since he was a child, has an instinctive awe of his elder brother Minglou.When the whole family was still in Shanghai, relying on his elder sister to protect him, he always liked to challenge Minglou's authority at the beginning. On the surface, Minglou laughed it off, but secretly he often tried his best to teach him back.But every time he went to cry to his eldest sister, Minglou could find a very legitimate excuse to excuse himself. Over time, when he saw Minglou, it was like a mouse seeing a cat, and he wished he could hide away with his tail blown.

When Minglou went abroad, although Mingtai was very reluctant to help him with his homework, teach him lessons, and help him take the blame, but when he thought that there would only be him and his eldest sister left in the family, a free and beautiful life Time was beckoning to him, and he immediately put aside a little melancholy in his heart, almost joyfully carried the luggage for his two brothers, and took the initiative to send them to the station.

Unexpectedly, the happy days are not enough, but he will throw himself into the hunter's snare, and this time, the eldest sister can no longer protect him like before, and Mingtai can almost foresee that he will live in fear under Minglou's hands look like.

Young Master Ming sighed worriedly.

"I haven't seen you for a few years, but I've grown a lot taller."

"Young master looks good, it seems that these years have been going well."

Mingtai felt that today was a sunny day, so he grinned: "Brother, brother Ah Cheng, you are also doing well!"

Mingcheng reached out to pick up the suitcase in his hand, and said to him gently: "After sitting in the car for so long, you must be tired. Come on, give me your things, and I'll help you carry them."

Brother Ah Cheng is the most caring!Mingtai was so happy that he wanted to let go, Leng might as well sweep a bright light in front of him, he immediately shook, stood up straight, and firmly grasped the handle of the box: "Hey Brother Cheng, I'm not tired, I'm still myself Come on. It's okay, it's really not heavy, I can do it alone."

Mingcheng looked at him suspiciously, then let go of his hand: "Oh, good."

Minglou stood beside him and said with a smile, "Ah Cheng, don't always treat our young master as a child who hasn't grown up. He is an adult now. I think this small matter can be solved by one person." It’s over.” At the end, I have to ask: “Mingtai, am I right?”

The curls on Mingtai's head were just as aggrieved as his voice at this moment: "Yes, big brother is right."

Minglou spread his hands towards Mingcheng, with a look of "Look, I'm not wrong", quite complacent.

Mingcheng suppressed a smile and glared at Minglou.