[Lou Cheng] 24 solar terms

Yoko Nantian stretched out his hand: "Please, Mr. Cheng."

In the special high class, the direction of walking is not the reception room or the office, but the secret prison of the special high class.

Mingcheng remained motionless, but his heart became vigilant: "I don't know Section Chief Nantian came to me, it's..."

"No hurry, I want to ask Mr. Cheng to see someone first." Yoko Nantian pushed open the door of a cell.

A strong smell of blood came over his face.

Mingcheng frowned slightly.

A thin figure was hanging from the torture rack, with her head drooping, as if she was in a coma, her long hair was hanging down, blocking her face.

The jailer yanked mercilessly, grabbing her hair and forcing her to look up.

A pale and familiar face.

Jin Jue.

At the beginning of winter, the water will freeze at the first time, the ground will freeze at the second time, and the pheasant will become a mirage when it enters the flood water at the third time.

The winter is the end.

Mingcheng thought, winter is here.

【23】Xiaoxue

"Xiao Jue, I heard from your classmates that..."

"Oh brother, why did you come in without knocking!" The girl subconsciously pulled a book over to cover the letter paper in front of her, blushing all of a sudden, "You you you... you went out."

The young man smiled helplessly: "Okay, I'll go out now, and I won't disturb you writing letters to your sweetheart."

"I didn't!" The girl retorted reflexively, "I don't like Mingcheng!"

Then she froze all of a sudden.

"Pfft." The young man covered his face with his hands to hide his smile, "I just said why you always run to the next department these days. Didn't you tell me earlier that judging people by their appearance is too shallow?"

Now that she had revealed her mind, the girl broke the can and said, "But Mingcheng is different. Brother taught me before, that stones are like jade, pine trees are like emerald green, Lang Yan is unique, and there is no other in the world. I think it is used to describe He couldn't be more suitable."

The young man sat down beside her in surprise: "Such a high evaluation? Come, tell me."

The girl held her face together: "Oh, there are so many good things about him, how can I explain it clearly? Next time I will take my brother to have a look, won't it be clear?"

……

"Xiaojue, you don't seem to be looking for Mingcheng much recently?"

"Yes."

"Why? Didn't you admire him very much and said you wanted to absorb him into the student union?"

After the girl wrote the last stroke, the tip of the pen made a heavy mark on the notebook.

"Shijiaoliang, dressed in splendid clothes, Mr. Pianpian in the prosperous age." She said softly, but the corners of her lips showed a cold sarcasm, "but take off this coat, he is nothing."

"Nothing... nothing."

……

"Little Jue, Xiao Jue!"

Who, who is talking?

Jin Jue tried her best to open her eyes, and the dim light in the cell created dizzying double images, but she seemed to glimpse the time that had long been buried in the depths of her memory from her hazy vision.

The young man's face was bloodstained, he held her shoulders, opened and closed his lips, and said something anxiously.

The divine light was slackened, her ears were buzzing, she couldn't see or hear anything, but those words, like a dream every night, pierced through all obstacles and rang in her mind repeatedly.

"You go! Get out of here! Protect yourself!"

"Live! Live! Live!"

She was trembling in extreme fear, as if she had been drained of strength in an instant, she could only be pushed away by the young man forcefully, and was pushed in the opposite direction with the crowd, farther and farther away, farther and farther apart.

She looked back in panic.

The gun went off.

In an instant, time is infinitely stretched.

Blood splattered everywhere, and the familiar tall and straight figure swayed slightly in place, and finally fell down slowly.

Since then, the world has collapsed.

Jin Jue no longer remembers how he escaped from the chaos, how he hid his identity in the crisis-ridden Shanghai, and how he was finally rescued by his clan sister and sent abroad.The only thing she remembers is that they raised their arms in the streets for their faith that year, and in the end they lost their companions, siblings, and even their lives for their faith.

It was raining heavily that night, and she didn't dare to go home. She huddled alone in the bridge hole, hugging her knees and shaking uncontrollably, extremely scared and confused.But I heard passers-by on the bridge, unintentionally talking about the Ming family, ridiculing the young master Ming for disregarding his family feud for a beauty, forcing the young lady of the Ming family to send him abroad; It was an adopted child who was studying in the school where the student riots occurred. His classmates were caught dead. Only he was fished out safely. He was going to study in France like a normal person.

The heavens are not fair, but this is the case.People are born equal, so equality, where is the real equality?

She just listened, and finally slowly, slowly shed tears.

"I should have remembered." Mingcheng looked at Jin Jue, and smiled softly, "So it was you, Jin... No, it should be Miss Meng."

"Long time no see, Meng Jue."

"Mr. Ah Cheng, do you recognize her?"

"Yes, Section Chief Nantian." Mingcheng bowed slightly to Yoko Nantian, "When I was in middle school, this lady was a famous figure in the department next door, and she held an important position in the student union at that time. Oh, yes, she My elder brother, named Meng Jing, was the president of the Shanghai Federation of Students and organized many student movements, but was shot dead by the Shanghai government at that time. Before that, I met him once."

The figure on the rack struggled violently.

"Bah! Traitor! Traitor! Traitor! What right do you have to mention my brother's name!"

Mingcheng frowned in displeasure: "I didn't expect Section Chief Nantian to be very merciful to prisoners."

Nantian Yoko said with a smile: "Mr. Cheng, don't be angry, someone will take care of this lady in the future. I invited you here, just to ask, I heard...you have met this lady in the past few days ?”

"That's right." Mingcheng said, "To be honest, Chairman Ming is very dissatisfied with the fact that Chief Ming is always entangled with Director Wang, but he doesn't want to directly embarrass his own brother, no, I hit the muzzle."

"Oh? But I heard that this lady is the marriage partner that Chairman Ming found for Mr. Ah Cheng."

Mingcheng looked around, leaned over and whispered: "That's what you said, you don't know, I was the one who went on a blind date, but the real one was Mr. Ming. Chairman Ming said that every week from now on I'll go on a blind date and ask Chief Ming to take a look at it from time to time, if Chief Ming is not satisfied, the reputation of being picky will belong to me, and if Chief Ming is in love, she will let me go."

Yoko Nantian nodded thoughtfully: "Speaking of which, Mr. Cheng has worked very hard."

"It's good that Section Chief Nantian understands." Mingcheng straightened up and glanced at Meng Jue with disgust, "Then, if there's nothing else, I'll go back first if you interrogate the prisoner?"

"Mr. Ah Cheng stay here." Yoko Nantian stretched out his hand to stop him, "I'm going to attend a meeting with Mr. Zhou later, can I trouble Mr. Ah Cheng to interrogate this anti-Japanese element for me?"

"This..." Mingcheng hesitated, "It's against the rules. There are so many people in the special high school, and if I really want to talk about it, I still have to avoid suspicion."

"I believe in Mr. Ah Cheng." Nantian Yoko said with a smile, "Actually, you don't need to do it yourself. It's just hard work for you to sit here and listen to see if you can dig out any useful information."

Mingcheng raised his eyebrows.

"Thanks to Section Chief Nantian's trust." He smiled calmly, "Then I will, respect is worse than obedience."

The whip fell on the body one by one, the flesh was connected, and the blood splattered.

It hurts, but I can't feel the pain anymore.

Meng Jue half-opened his blood-smeared eyes to look at Mingcheng standing in front of him.

Qingjun, tall and straight, with a graceful demeanor, just like back then.

But it's not what it used to be.

The Second Young Master Ming back then was the most beautiful dream in Wei Yu Luo Hua. She had complained, regretted, and regretted it for his cowardice and inaction.But in the end she was relieved that everyone has their own way, and her beliefs and pursuits can never be imposed on others. She only hopes that the gentle and smiling young Pianpian will always be as beautiful as the time when she first met, even if this life is gone. meet.

They stumbled and stumbled on this road, their heads were broken, and what they asked for was never that thousands of people would go together, but that everyone in the world would turn their backs on the shadows and enjoy the sun, and only I would live to death.

Things are never cool.

The former good son of the troubled times, tortured his character, lowered his spine, put on a disgusting skin, trampled on the blood and bones of his compatriots, and was assimilated into a stinking jackal.

Meng Jue had never hated someone so much.After Meng Jing's death, she became more restrained, and all her intense emotions were only deliberately expressed when she needed them most.

And from the moment she returned to Shanghai, she began to hate Mingcheng.She wished she could tear open his flesh and blood, cut open his chest, pointed to his heart and asked him one sentence at a time——are you still a human being!You are still not Chinese!

The organization had asked her what name she planned to work with when she returned to Shanghai. She thought about it for a long time, and said softly, let's use Jue.

Hire people with jade, ask scholars with bi, call people with yuan, and reject people with jue.

Let her break away from the past, break up with the old people, and bid farewell to all the love and tenderness of her youth and never look back.

Meng Jue laughed in a trance, the executioner was irritated by her smile, and was about to throw down a heavy whip, but Mingcheng suddenly raised his hand: "Stop."

Secretary Ming walked over slowly.

"Miss Meng, it's useless to resist. I'm sure you've heard of the method of super high school. Why insist on it? We will know what you want to hide sooner or later."

"Do you think... that everyone is the same as you... your brothers... are all beasts..." Meng Jue gasped for breath, "People... people have backbones... Even beasts understand