Reason is still chaotic

The train station was a pot of boiling rice porridge, and the military and police were all armed and shouting. However, after a lot of chaos, they still couldn't find the trace of the assassin.

The bad luck was the representatives from all walks of life who came to present flowers—representatives from all walks of life, it sounds like a mixture of different teachings and nine streams.The Japanese gendarmes drove these people into the empty houses in the station, stripped them all and searched them, even women such as girls and daughters-in-law were not spared.So representatives from all walks of life tried to present flowers, but they first showed their eyes.

When the representatives showed their eyes, Shen Jiali followed Duan Muren and escaped outside under the protection of the guards.Duan Muren knew that today was a bad day, but he was confident that he could handle it, so he didn't panic - he was only afraid of stray bullets.

He grabbed Shen Jiali's wrist with a big rough and hard hand, bent forward and trotted forward without looking back.Shen Jiali had never been through such a dangerous situation, the hairs all over his body stood on end, and before he knew it, white hairs covered his head and face.

He is different from Duan Muren, he is afraid of everything.He has been used to being pampered since he was a child, and he is not a person who uses knives and guns.

Duan Muren secretly hated Shen Jiali's incompetence in handling affairs, and also knew that he was usually corrupt and perverted the law, and did everything, and now this situation must be caused by his personal responsibility.As for Shen Jiali, who knew he was guilty, Duan Muren held his wrist tightly, and looked at him stealthily. He saw the old man's brows and raised eyes, and his angry face was really frightening; his heart couldn't help beating lightly Fu, if it wasn't for swallowing saliva from time to time, the heart would probably protrude from the mouth of the throat.

Fortunately, Duan Muren didn't want to settle accounts with him right now, so the two got on the train separately outside the station and went their separate ways.Shen Jiali couldn't shirk the task, so he went to the police station to deal with the aftermath; Duan Muren simply disappeared.

As soon as the assassination case at the train station came out, the outside world was shocked and rumors spread everywhere.The southern general received treatment in the hospital, let alone mention it; only that Shen Jiali started to deal with the matter that afternoon, because the assassin was nowhere to be seen, so he had no choice but to capture a few passers-by from the train station, and Dotted with two representatives, as anti-Japanese elements who cooperated with the inside and outside, they were pushed out on the spot to execute the execution.

He thought that his actions were straightforward and neat, and he might be able to fool the eyes and ears of many around him, at least he could make a simple explanation to the Japanese; Jiali yelled and refused to let go.

Since Shen Jiali stepped into the official career, he has tasted the good taste of majesty in the open, but he has also suffered a lot of uselessness in secret.With his background as a wealthy and idle person, he couldn't cope with this kind of scene; but after experiencing it until now, he has gradually gotten used to it whether he voluntarily or not.

Xingfu Jiro came to reprimand him so domineeringly, he was neither furious nor depressed, but just put on a frowning face, showing the appearance of an anxious and annoyed trapped animal.Xingfu Jiro used to eat and drink him a lot in the past, even though he was angry at this moment, it was not easy to beat him up, so he had to mutter and give up for the time being.

Shen Jiali suddenly fell into such a predicament, knowing that the crime he had committed was nothing more than dereliction of duty in a small way; in a big way, it was worth shooting.When the Japanese say they turn their faces, they turn their faces. He really has no idea.

After a long night of sighing and sighing, the next morning, he heard that the general of the South was not in danger of death, but was seriously injured, and had been secretly sent back to Fengtian to recuperate.This made him a little relieved, and knowing that he couldn't resist Xingfu Jiro's offensive, he simply took the leave automatically and refused to show up in the bureau.

Sitting alone in the study, he smoked one cigarette after another while using his brain to think about countermeasures.Judging from the current situation, for the present, the only savior is that Duan Muren, but Duan Muren is not what he used to be, he is no longer the majestic and reasonable uncle he used to be.

Shen Jiali knew that Duan Muren, perhaps, once valued him very much, but at present, he only has contempt and teasing thoughts about him.Every time Shen Jiali thinks of this, he feels hatred and shame in his heart, but there is nothing he can do, because it is true that he is not clean, even if he jumps into the moat, he will not be able to wash it off.

When Shen Jiali thought that he was going to meet that old uncle again, his emotions were complicated and unspeakable, and he really wished he could wail to express the depression and panic in his chest; however, there were people walking in and out of the courtyard at home, so it was not appropriate to wail.Sighing in embarrassment, he got up to look for a hat, gloves, and a scarf—he still had to go to Duan Zhai, but he couldn’t go there.

Duan Zhai in winter, the majesty of the outside gate is still the same, but because it is the scale of a prince's mansion, the population of the family is too small to clean up, so the scenery inside the gate looks quite desolate and dilapidated.Following a servant, Shen Jiali walked through the withered grass and withered poplars, and finally arrived at the small courtyard where Duan Muren lived in the depths of the dead flowers and willows.

When Shen Jiali entered the door, Duan Muren was wearing plain clothes and was spending his days leisurely by a small stove.A large tea mug was sitting on the small fire stove, half of the pot of lotus seed porridge was gurgling in it, and a small cupronickel long-handled spoon was inserted in it.The water vapor rises curlingly, filling the room with a warm and sweet scent like spring.

At this point the servant had already retreated.Standing at the door, Shen Jiali raised his hand to take off his hat, then bowed to Duan Muren, and softly called out, "Uncle."

Duan Muren stretched out his hand to pinch the handle of the white copper spoon, while stirring it slowly, raised his head and glanced at him, and then replied calmly but knowingly: "It's just in time, do you want to have a taste?"

Shen Jiali immediately shook his head and forced a smile: "Thank you, Uncle, please use it yourself."

Duan Muren raised the corner of his mouth, and put down the spoon with a half-smile.Raising his hand to touch his shaved chin, he stood up on his knees, and walked slowly in front of Shen Jiali.

"I didn't expect you to come so early." He stared at Shen Jiali's face and said with a smile, his voice was low: "It's better to be earlier."

Shen Jiali suddenly remembered the invitation that the other party sent to him yesterday, his face blushed immediately, the conversation he had just thought about disappeared for a while, and his mind was actually empty.

Duan Muren stared at Shen Jiali's face, seeing that he was very handsome, especially with good skin - he was actually shy, his face was extraordinarily rosy when he was ashamed.It can be seen that there must be a reason why he was able to hook up with the confused seed at home.

So Duan Muren nodded and smiled, and said in a low voice: "I'm very safe here, you go into the room, take off all your clothes today."

Upon hearing this, Shen Jiali looked up at Duan Muren's calm old face again, and then trembled slightly as if he was about to have a malaria attack.

"I……"

He didn't know what he was going to say, so he stuttered subconsciously: "I..."

He hoped that he could bear it and stop being so picky.But after swallowing a mouthful of saliva, he found that he couldn't bear it.Do you want to go to bed with Duan Muren to do that kind of thing?Just imagining it was enough to make him want to vomit and hit the wall.

He let out a quick and flustered gasp, a gleam of panic and despair flashed across his face, and then he turned his head and was about to run outside as if he had lost his mind.Duan Muren saw it clearly, without saying a word, he grabbed him by the collar and dragged him to the inner bedroom without any explanation.

Shen Jiali didn't yell, but just struggled silently.It's a pity that in front of Kong Wu's powerful Duan Muren, his little resistance was ridiculously weak.

"What are you afraid of?" Duan Muren pressed on him panting.The two were facing each other, and he held Shen Jiali's face with his big slap, making the other party have nowhere to escape: "You still think I'm old?"

Shen Jiali tightly closed his eyes, his breathing was disordered, and he had nothing to say.

Duan Muren got up and let him go, and saw him lying on his back on the bed, his skin was white, delicate and smooth, which was rare on a woman's body, so he was very satisfied, and stretched out his hand up and down to stroke it back and forth.

Shen Jiali tightly grasped the bed sheet with both hands, his body was tense and straight, and he endured the caress of the other party motionlessly, as if he was going to stand up like a dead body, his skin was like white porcelain, above a layer of goose bumps, there was a lifeless luster .

Duan Muren could not help but feel a little disappointed when he suddenly saw this scene of him after wantonly making moves, but since his excitement had already been activated, he was reluctant to throw him out.After thinking for a while, he lifted his legs and got out of bed, went outside barefoot, and brought back a bottle of old wine from the cupboard.

Walking to the bed, he saw that Shen Jiali was still lying on his back, frowning. He was usually not tall, but he looked slender when he was naked, his waist was his waist, his butt was his butt.

Bowing his head and biting off the cork with his teeth, he bent down to support Shen Jiali, and brought the bottle to his lips without any explanation.Shen Jiali felt as if he had fallen into a sea of ​​bitterness. He suddenly smelled the smell of alcohol. Although he didn't know why, he opened his mouth and drank without hesitation.

After a while, the alcohol broke out.

Shen Jiali has a bit of alcohol tolerance, but it is by no means a huge amount.Lying on the bed in a daze, he only felt that his limbs and bones were both heavy and light, and with a slight movement, he was flying through the clouds.A clean handkerchief that smelled of soap was covered over his eyes, and the forced darkness also made him feel a kind of reassurance as if he was isolated from the world.

Taking advantage of his sanity, he decided to treat the person on him as Duan Zhicheng.Fortunately, the father and son are really similar. When the pressure came up, the weight and body temperature seemed to be familiar.

This time, Duan Muren finally understood the benefits of Shen Jiali.

This Shen Jiali can actually be regarded as quiet on the bed, neither grunting nor screaming, only moaning a few times when he is emotional; however, his thighs, his chest, his arms, and his lips are all Live.

He was instinctively lingering and enthusiastic, with his legs wrapped around the other's waist, loose and tight, tight and loose; the fragrant heat radiated from his sweaty body, the tip of his tongue swam over his bright red and moist lips, his arms It strangled Duan Muren's neck and throat like a snake.

Everything is fine, it is just a love affair under a red gauze tent.However, when the critical moment came, Duan Muren sprinted profusely with sweat, and at the same time raised his hand to touch Shen Jiali's handkerchief that was covering his eyes.At the last moment he jerked himself up and tore off the handkerchief at the same time.

So Shen Jiali was caught off guard, and suddenly saw Duan Muren's eyes at close range.He sucked in a breath of cold air as if startled, and the tide of emotion subsided immediately. He closed his eyes with a cold face amidst the intense pain in his lower body.

Duan Muren felt very happy.

In fact, he doesn't pay much attention to lust - first, he disdains to go to Huajie and Liuxiang, and hang out with Deng Tuzi; second, the yellow-faced woman at home is over fifty, which really makes him unable to get up.Only when he was most unhappy in the past few years did he give up on a few actors.

If it hadn't been for breaking the relationship between his son and Shen Jiali that night, he would never have been tempted by this confidant.Of course, Shen Jiali's appearance is indeed good, but he usually looks like a dog, who would have thought that he would be such a guy behind his back?

Duan Muren put on his clothes on his own, touched Shen Jiali's naked body a few more times, and said, "Lie down. Sleep if you want."

Then he got up and went out, went back and sat down by the fire outside.The lotus seed porridge in the big tea mug was already rotten, and he ate it with relish, thinking that his cooking was good.

After eating the lotus seed porridge, Shen Jiali also dressed neatly and walked out.

His face was pale, he leaned on the edge of the table beside him with one hand, lowered his head and said in a very low voice: "Uncle, Chinese New Year is almost here, I want to take a leave of absence and go back to Tianjin for two days."

Duan Muren nodded: "Okay, come back after the year."

When Shen Jiali heard this, he knew that he had escaped from that big trouble.

"Thank you uncle for your understanding, then I will take my leave first." He continued in a weak voice.

Duan Muren let out a "hum" laugh, and then waved his hand towards the door: "Let's go, let's go!"

Shen Jiali received the amnesty, and left in a state of embarrassment.After returning home, he began to direct the servants to pack their luggage.Shen Zichun was missing his mother a little bit, so he was very happy at this moment, and he was going crazy around Shen Jiali.Shen Jiali was originally in a painful state of burning internally, but now that he was entangled by this child, an evil fire sprang up spontaneously, causing him to suddenly change his expression like a mad dog, and raised his hand to slap Shen Zichun across the face: "You bastard!" , what are you happy about? Shut up!"

Shen Zichun was stunned by the beating, covered his face and took a step back, not daring to speak.And Shen Jiali kicked him after picking up his robe, and cursed viciously: "Get away, don't let me see you! The son of the bastard raised by the bastard's second son, since he misses your family so much, then he will be the son of your family from now on." Don't fucking follow me anymore!" Then he saw Xiao Liang blocking the door with a box, and then picked up the teacup and threw him on the head: "What are you doing standing there stupidly? Waiting to die? You foodie! What's the use of me raising you?!"

Xiaoliang grew up in Shen's family since he was a child, and knows his master's temperament best; now that he sees something bad, he immediately runs away.Shen Zichun stood against the wall, hating that he couldn't hide himself, and also felt that the third uncle's seizure was abnormal, and worried that he had been wronged outside.

Shen Jiali cursed the sky and the earth at home, scaring everyone so much that they dared not make a sound.After all his luggage was packed and loaded into the car, he changed into a satin leather robe and held a cane in one hand. Because he was too angry, he didn't wear gloves and a hat.Under the influence of the residual alcohol, he led Shen Zichun and Xiao Liang out of the courtyard, and slapped Shen Zichun several times with his cane before getting into the car.After beating Shen Zichun, he wanted to hit Xiaoliang on the head again.Wearing a cotton hat, Xiaoliang bit the bullet and took the blow.A few police officers in charge of security work next to him smiled and stepped forward to persuade them, but they couldn't make any sense; so Shen Jiali turned around with all his teeth and claws, and shouted: "Fuck you, get out of here!"

Surrounded by shouts and hugs, Shen Jiali walked all the way in anger and resentment.After getting on the train, he locked Shen Zichun in the box, kissing and hugging the child at times, beating and scolding the child at times.Shen Zichun also couldn't make up his mind, and he couldn't help crying or laughing at the mercy of him.And after Shen Jiali vented like this for a long time, he felt a little relieved, and was ready to go out to urinate and continue to torture Shen Zichun when he came back; he didn't expect that as soon as he opened the door of the private room, he saw a big man with a hulking back passing by.The eyes of the two sides met, and the man let out a "ha" laugh, and slapped his hands again: "Ah! Mr. Shen!"

Shen Jiali was shocked by his voice: "Oh, Mr. Ma!"

Ma Tianlong looked up to the sky with a long smile: "Ahahaha! What a fucking coincidence! I just wanted to take time to visit you for a while! Ahahaha!"