troubled times reckless

I calmed down, lifted the quilt, adjusted my clothes, got up and got out of bed: "I want to make a phone call."

"Ah?" Yue Weiren was taken aback.

"Lend me your home phone."

After a long while, the phone of Luo Mansion was finally connected.

"It's me. Jing Yu."

There was a pause over there, and he said slowly, unhurriedly: "Where have you been? There has been no one at home..."

Hearing his calm tone, I couldn't be more angry. I didn't make up my own rumors before. Can these crap be tossed out?

"I'm at Yue Weiren's house. Have you read the newspaper?" I frowned.

He said lightly: "Look. I'm asking people to investigate this matter..."

"Check?" I sneered: "Don't you have all-hands and eyes? You were so arrogant before, this kind of report shouldn't be written!"

There was no sound for a long time, and after a while, the receiver still said in a gentle tone: "Jing Yu... don't panic, people just want to see your frantic look, I don't know where to laugh. You calm down and think about it. , the current newspaper, even the leaders dare to scold you, you are just a teacher, if you listen to my advice more on weekdays, do things seamlessly, and be cautious in your words and deeds, now people will not be able to take advantage of it... This time they caught it by surprise , in the future, we will find it back sooner or later, don't worry..."

"Then let me ask you... who did this?"

"There is a man named Fukuyama Haoyuan, I wonder if you know him or not..."

"..."

The eldest brother sighed on the phone: "It's good to know each other. In the past, Liang Zhiyuan owed a romantic debt, but he never repaid it with his life. Why are you doing this?"

I hung up the phone with a snap.

Yue Weiren looked at me with concern: "Hey, what did Mr. Luo say?"

"It is said that the Japanese did it."

Yue Weiren opened his mouth slightly, looking surprised.

Mrs. Yue came over and served breakfast: "Come, let's eat first."

Yue Weiren stopped her: "Xiaoxi, are you still in the mood to eat? Help Liang Hao find a way."

Mrs. Yue smiled slightly, and sat down on the small chair made of rattan: "Since they are Japanese, it is their usual trick. What can I think of?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

Mrs. Yue looked into my eyes, her eyes were as quiet as a deep pool: "Five years ago... Didn't the young commander also suffer from this trick?"

"..."

"The newspapers in Peking once said everywhere that the young marshal was dancing with butterflies in the Peking dance hall when the cannon was fired on the night of September No. , not in Peking either."

"So what?"

Yue Weiren looked at me with a look of resentment, "I just want to resist the Japanese. The Japanese will make you bad first. The worse your reputation, the better!"

At this moment, there was a knock on the door of Yue Weiren's house.

Yue Weiren got up to open the door, and when he saw the man, he said in surprise: "Isn't it finished? I have explained everything that needs to be explained!"

The man took off the black round cap from his head, revealing an ordinary round face, but said: "I'm not here to look for you." He pushed Yue Weiren away and walked into the room.

I recognized him, he was Chen Rang from the Second Division of the Military Statistics Bureau who helped me arrest Wang Quan at that time.

"Director Chen." Standing up, I smiled." "Long time no see."

He put the black hat in his hand on the table, turned to Yue Weiren and said, "You go out first, I want to have a few words with Mr. Liang alone."

When the door was closed tightly, Chen Rang raised his eyes and looked at me: "I heard...someone is very interested in your rumors of covering up the Communist Party and wants to investigate you."

I was taken aback.

Chen Rang got closer again: "If something really happens, don't say anything, just push it over first, and Mr. Luo and I will find a way outside... Shake it out, but it won't look good to anyone."

"But..." Chen Rang rolled his eyes pointedly, "Now they are hunting Wang Quan everywhere, you have to be careful. Only the dead can't speak. Mr. Luo and I can only protect you..."

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After leaving Yue Zhai, I hurried to the small mansion, not caring about any reporters or not.

As soon as he arrived at the door, he saw Jingui guarding him. The outside of the house was clean, but there was not a single person outside.

"Mr. Liang..."

I ignored him, walked quickly up the small stairs in the garden, took out the key and opened the gate.

Looking around, I walked briskly through the living room, the bedroom, the terrace... the whole room turned around, and it was all empty.

Finally, I walked into the kitchen and felt an iron ring under the round table. I lifted the wooden boards of the wine cellar vigorously, and ducked into the basement.

When someone came to repair the telephone line before, I just let Wang Quan hide in it.

Stepping down the wooden ladder step by step...

In the dark with damp and musty smell, I met a pair of dark eyes.Chaos, yet shining brightly.

It's him……

I breathe a sigh of relief.

I saw Wang Quan get out of a pile of sundries and stand in front of me with half a steamed bun in his hand.

From the back of my waist, I quickly drew the gun and aimed at him.

Watching him, I slowly loaded the gun with my thumb.

He watched my movements dully.

I pulled the trigger.

Almost at the same instant, he also lay down on his body and rolled backwards.

The bullet penetrated the wooden box behind him, and with a slight cracking sound, it shattered into crystal glass, and a bright red liquid flowed out.

After a while, the cellar was filled with the aroma of wine.

"Jingyu..."

The steamed bun in his hand fell to the side, his eyes widened and his lips trembled: "You...you listen to my explanation..."

I narrowed my eyes slightly, and looked at him through the rifling of the aim.

Reloading the gun, I approached him step by step.

The blood-colored melancholy spread, until it touched his hands.

"Someone knocked on the door early in the morning, and there was a lot of noise outside. I asked you to go out and explain clearly. I was afraid they would rush in... I didn't mean to let you find me..."

I didn't speak, just looked at him.

What Chen Rang meant was that in order to investigate me, someone wanted to hold Wang Quan in their hands... I have offended many people on weekdays, and my eldest brother is not without enemies... It's just... since he stays here, he will always be punished. Find out, be taken away by others, no matter life or death... It would be better to die by my hands today.

He reached out his hand to take out a bright red pendant from his chest, and held it in his palm: "Jingyu...look what you gave me...I'm wearing it...don't be like this..."

He crawled over step by step.

My index finger on the trigger moved.

"Jingyu..."

Closing my eyes, I put the gun down.

But at the same moment, he jumped up suddenly, rushed over like a beast, and hugged me tightly.

The gun fell to the ground and was kicked away by him.I didn't evade at all, and let him wrap his arms around my body so that I couldn't move.

A bloodthirsty light flashed in his eyes.

"I like you..." I murmured.

Around him, there was only his warm breath.

"I like you..." As I said that, I slightly curled my lips, trying my best to recall the good times that I couldn't bear to desecrate. The sunlight in the deep mountains was hazy and yellow.

"In this life, I have only liked you, but I don't know how to say it. You are the first...the first one to feel it. I don't know how to say it..."

Closing my eyes, I felt his touch.

Own him, unless I am strong enough.

After all, I still don't want him to die.

After all, I am still alive.

"They say you are a Communist Party...you can't stay here anymore. Go up, find a set of clothes in my closet and put them on...I'll send you away..."

His expression was stiff in front of my face.

"Go, I'll see you off."

He stared blankly at me first, then stepped on the wooden ladder upstairs like a gust of wind.

While Wang Quan was getting dressed in the back room, I called my elder brother and negotiated with him, hoping to use all resources to allow Wang Quan to arrive in Hong Kong safely as soon as possible.

I thought my elder brother would embarrass me, but I didn't expect him to say lightly on the other end of the phone: "Yes. He should have left long ago."

In the dim night, Wang Quan was sitting in the car, with a simple face painted on, a wig on his face, and my most expensive custom-made suit.He stared out the window without saying a word, wondering what he was thinking.

Jingui drove us all the way to the pier, where a British ship, the Ingrid, was parked.

Walking down step by step, seeing that the cables tied to the piles had already rotted away, I couldn't help being dazed.Wang Quan stood by my side, his expression unclear in the night.

Reaching out my hand, I searched out all the money on my body and handed it over to him.

He looked at me, the corners of his mouth were drawn into a line, he had lost a lot of weight, and there were still scars on his face.

The sea breeze from the pier was so cool that it kept blowing into my chest.

In the dark night, there is no light.Only the sparkling light on the water surface, and his eyes shone faintly.

"Let's go, the farther the better..." I said softly.

"..."

"You..." I took his hand, which was calloused, rough and irritating, and stuffed it into my palm: "If... If there is a day when we meet again, would you love me again?"