troubled times reckless

I pushed the door and went out to chase the waiter, and finally caught up on the corridor: "Where is the gentleman who delivered the flowers just now?"

The waiter pointed to the hall: "It was there just now."

I looked over, but saw no one.

"Strange, it was still there just now..."

"how does he look like?"

"He's pretty thin, and he's wearing a hat, so he can't see his face clearly. Ah... over there, do you see that guy in the gray coat on the opposite street?"

The outside is full of bustling pedestrians, carriages and horses, flowing continuously on the not-so-wide streets.

A gray figure floated across my field of vision, and I was startled, then pushed the door and rushed out.

That figure seemed to be waiting for me, rushing through the shoulder-to-shoulder crowd, but not walking fast, and after another corner of the street, I was getting closer and closer to him.

After crossing the railroad tracks on a road, his back stopped, and he turned back to look at me.

The gray and white figure looks thinner and thinner under the bright sun, like mildew spots under the sun.

I pulled out the pistol on my waist and aimed it at him in an instant.

The corners of the mouth under the brim of the hat were tightly pursed, expressionless.

At this time, a tram was blowing its whistle and coming quickly along the railroad tracks.

I pulled the trigger on him.

In the end, only Haoyuan's gray face was covered by the brim of his hat, and he couldn't see a little light.

When the train rumbled away with the sound of hitting the rails, the bullet casings in the gun fell to the ground, emitting a thin trail of blue smoke.

There were screams and shouts around me, and I frowned.

The street across the tracks was empty, he had disappeared.

I put the gun back into the holster on my waist, turned around, and met Shang Wang Quan who was staring into my eyes.

He was holding the cherry blossoms in both hands, looking at me while leaning against the electric pole beside him bored.

"Who is it?" He stood in the sun and asked as if he had nothing to do with himself.

"Enemy agents."

"How do you look, it looks like an old friend." As he said, he grinned.

"Guess what, that's Japanese..."

"Hey, the eyes staring at you don't look like an enemy." Wang Quan broke off the flower branch, threw it on the ground and crushed it.

"What does that look like?" I walked slowly to his side and looked at him sideways.

"Like a resentful woman..." He curled the corners of his lips, "You are too vicious towards the person next to your pillow."

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Soon the rented police arrived, and Wang Quan and I "assisted in the investigation" for a while about the shooting. Wang Quan was released first, and after a while, a car came to pick me up.

I said to the driver, "Go to the Peace Hotel."

The man turned around and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Liang, this car is going to Luo's mansion. Mr. Luo already knows what happened. He is very worried about your safety."

With that said, the car has arrived.

"Mr. Liang, this way please." The servant guided me to a room.

As soon as the door was opened, there was a burst of ink fragrance.

In the middle of Xiyang's living room, there is a plaque of "Huanhai Honoring Relatives" hanging high. On the left side is a viewing pine, and there is a golden carp swimming in the pine fish tank.

A Jinse Yaoqin screen stands, and a Western soft leather sofa and an alarm clock are placed on the back, just like a scholarly family combining Chinese and Western.

In the middle is a calligraphy couplet, which says:

More than 27 heavy days,

Through hundreds of thousands of billions of kalpas.

The horizontal batch is "three thousand Dahua".

Walking around the screen, he saw his eldest brother leaning on the soft couch behind him, puffing out clouds and mist, holding a slender jade pipe between his fingers, with his eyes closed, his face was peaceful.

The boy surnamed Liu was dressed in colorful clothes, knelt on the tuanpu, and gently beat his legs with his orchid fingers.

As soon as I came in, the eldest brother closed his eyes, spit out a white mist, and said softly: "It's Jingyu."

But the boy's complexion changed, his peach blossom eyes inlaid with moles of tears became dim, and he stared at me unfriendly.

"Ruxu, don't stop." The eldest brother opened his eyes and told the young man.

I sat down opposite my eldest brother, and the boy snorted and murmured nicely: "Why are you sitting there, that's the chief seat."

The eldest brother tapped Yuxian's hand on his leg with a pipe: "Why are you talking to Mr. Liang?"

The boy pouted, touched the red mark on his white hand, let go and stood up, looking at his elder brother tearfully.

Seeing this, the eldest brother smiled slightly, his face that was still cold and solid just now suddenly became gentle and gentle as if he had been bathed in a spring breeze. He pulled the boy closer to him and said softly: "Okay, go and pour a cup of tea."

The door slammed shut, and I looked at the boy's back as he left: "You indulged him too much."

"Actors, you always have to give a lot of praise. If you really do it right now, you will lose your charm on stage."

"Do you still know what is Fengyun?"

"What's the matter, the unhappy face, isn't it Yue Weiren's stubborn old man? If you really care, subdue him, it's just a matter of me raising my hand."

I laughed out loud: "I care about him? What is he? I can't understand you!"

The elder brother gently put the ash from the jade pipe on the desk: "Jing Yu, don't be so serious."

At this time, the young man was holding tea, and came in gracefully step by step, walked around the screen, first brought a cup to the elder brother, and then brought the remaining cup to me.

I didn't answer, just looked at my elder brother and said, "I don't drink anything from your house."

The eldest brother frowned: "Why is your home my home? Isn't my home your home? You can't trust me?"

"What do you say?"

The eldest brother raised his hand, pointed at the teacup and said, "Ruxu, you drink it, let Mr. Liang have a look."

The young man was taken aback when he heard the words, with a proud and flattering expression on his face, but his voice trembled slightly: "This is tea for him, why should I drink it?"

The eldest brother stood up, took the tea and went to the fish tank in front of the door, and poured the tea into it.

After a while, all the fish inside turned white.

The boy opened his colorful pupils wide, bit his pink lips, and his face was pale: "Brother Wu...I..."

The eldest brother stared at him for a while, then suddenly grabbed his long hair and walked to the other side of the screen.

I leaned back on the chair, propped my chin, and saw the electric light casting black shadows of the two on the Jinse Yaoqin.

"Why did you do this?" The eldest brother's tone was unprecedentedly dignified.

The young man has a graceful figure, covering his face with his sleeves, and seems to be weeping slowly.

Stretching out his slender hand, the young man caressed the skirt of his elder brother's clothes, and leaned over with his slender neck like a crane.

"Brother Wu, you misunderstood me, it's not like that, listen to me..."

"You don't want to go on stage until this matter is cleared up."

Hearing the words, the young man knelt down in a miserable state, pulled up his trouser legs in front of him on the ground, and began to cry beggingly...

Seeing the young Lihua being imprisoned in a remote mansion in rainy weather, I stood on the porch: "Is this the end?"

My elder brother came up behind me, took a teacup, blew away the tea leaves and took a sip, looked at the weak and weeping figure in the car, and said indifferently: "This is just the beginning. He hooked up with the Japanese and was teased by others." After a few hits, I just wanted to poison you to death, and I was planning to catch the big fish behind him."