Where to send the rest of your life

After another few days of wanton indulgence in Shanghai, Xue Wenxi felt that it was time for him to do something serious.He had always trusted Ye Fusi a lot, and Ye Fusi was undoubtedly useful in the matter he was about to deal with.

So when they found him again, Xue Wenxi explained the situation of Leyun Mountain straight to the point.

Xue Wenxi doesn't know exactly how much money Le Yunshan has hidden in Shanghai, but at present his troops are short of food and clothing, and they really need money.

Yefusi over there agreed immediately after hearing the words, and Xue Wenxi here was not idle, and at the same time got in touch with the informant arranged by Shangfeng in Shanghai.

The informant's superficial identity is a newsboy, he is not very old, he looks much younger than Xue Chengfu, almost immature, skinny and pitiful.

Xue Wenxi has recently looked down on such a child very much, because he feels inexplicably indebted in his heart.Although this kind of inexplicability is really too inexplicable, but he still pays attention to this little newsboy, and will give him something every time.

Xue Wenxi has not had the habit of reading newspapers for a long time, because there is no good news in the newspapers, and it is useless to read them.However, recently, because Xue Chengfu always volunteered to read newspapers for him, so he also became more or less interested in this thing that does not pass good news.

Early this morning, the little newsboy came to deliver newspapers again. Xue Wenxi woke up early, grabbed a Sun Datou and stuffed it into his hand.

The little newsboy was flattered, looked at the extra silver dollar in his hand, raised his head and blinked at Xue Wenxi.

Xue Wenxi took the newspaper, opened his mouth but didn't know what to say, so he struggled inwardly, and asked, "Have you eaten yet?"

"Not yet." The little newsboy shook his head, spread out the silver dollars in his hands, and looked up at him again, "This one is too much."

Xue Wenxi lowered his head and put his five fingers together: "It's okay, you put it away."

The little newsboy nodded, turned and ran away.

Xue Wenxi watched the little newsboy disappear into the corner of the corridor, closed the door and went back to the house, unfolding the newspaper.

A newspaper today is purely a newspaper, nothing special.Xue Wenxi flipped through it a few times, found the sofa and sat down, crossed his legs and read.

After reading for a while, Xue Wenxi suddenly frowned and stared at the newspaper in a daze.

At last he put down the newspaper, changed his clothes hastily, and went out.

At this time Xue Chengfu was sleepy and just got up from the bed.He was wearing a nightgown and standing in the living room, first he watched Xue Wenxi leave in a daze, then he woke up a little bit, then he pulled on his slippers and went to find something to eat by himself.

Xue Wenxi walked out of the hotel, stopped a rickshaw and went straight to Tianhe Garden.

Near noon, Xue Wenxi arrived at Tianhe Garden.Tianhe Garden has changed a lot. He remembered that he came here when he was young. It was just a small peach garden, at best it was only as big as a few courtyards. Besides, there was also a stage, which could be walked in a few steps.

Now, however, Tianhe Garden seems to be developed.

Before he got close, Xue Wenxi was stopped by the strict guards at the door and questioned carefully.He made up and fooled around, and was finally let go.

After entering, a young and beautiful girl came to lead him away, and at the same time said polite words in her mouth.

Xue Wenxi's heart was burning with anxiety, but his face remained calm and he said: "I'm here to find someone, Jin Zhuqiu, is there any?"

The girl was obviously taken aback, then stopped, turned around and said, "Just wait here, I'll be right back."

Xue Wenxi stood there and waited.

After a while, an old man with a long beard came, hunched over and walking slowly, Xue Wenxi saw him from a distance.He was really slow, Xue Wenxi looked at him, and unconsciously stepped forward to meet him.

The old man looked at Xue Wenxi tremblingly, and finally said: "May I ask what your name is, sir?"

"My surname is Xue."

"you……"

Xue Wenxi couldn't bear it anymore, so he interrupted him straight away, and asked, "Is Jin Yunhe here?"

The old man stroked his beard and was about to nod his head to speak, but saw a little man running towards him in the distance.

Xue Wenxi was stunned, walked around the old man and looked forward, only to see that the little man's hands and feet are intact, just like when he entered the door, he looks smart, who is it if it's not Jin Yunhe?

Jin Yunhe quickly ran close - he came whistling with a gust of wind, and threw himself on Xue Wenxi.

Xue Wenxi stopped him with open arms, touched him up and down: "Yo, you're fat."

Jin Yunhe buried his head in his chest and made a fuss, rubbing his face like a puppy, and seemed to want to drill in, but there was no door open for him to get in.

Xue Wenxi was a little itchy from being rubbed by him, so at this moment, he grabbed his wrist and straightened him upright, placing him in front of his eyes.

Jin Yunhe stopped moving, and stood in front of him peacefully for him to look at.

Xue Wenxi looked at him from head to toe, saw that he had neatly combed short hair, his face was fair and beautiful as always;

Jin Yunhe was wearing a floral shirt at this time, and the trousers were close-fitting, which happened to stick out his chubby buttocks.Xue Wenxi couldn't help but wanted to take a picture, but seeing the crowd, he held back.

He secretly rubbed the hem of his clothes with his hands, then raised his head to stare at Jin Yunhe's face.

Jin Yunhe is still young, he is only in his 20s now, but his face will never grow up, it will always be the same as when he was a teenager, always showing a little immature.The fly in the ointment is that he still has that scar on his face, but fortunately it is no longer so obvious.

Xue Wenxi looked at it for a while, then suddenly raised his hand to pat Jin Yunhe's shoulder, and let out a breath: "Why did you come back?"

Jin Yunhe looked at Xue Wenxi with a smile and said nothing, he just felt that he hadn't changed at all, even after all these years, he didn't look old—probably because he wasn't young at all?

"Are you still pretending to be stupid with me?" Xue Wenxi raised his eyebrows, "Live it yourself, you lost your temper"

"Are you stupid or not? You have to ask? Can't you guess?" Jin Yunhe glared at him, "I'm living a good life in Hong Kong, and I'm very comfortable. Why do you think I ran back?"

Xue Wenxi was choked at this moment, looked at him for a while, then bowed his head in silence.

Also, such a silly question, why do I ask myself?

Jin Yunhe pushed him at this moment, and walked up: "I will take you home today!"

Xue Wenxi laughed twice, and slapped Jin Yunhe lightly on the head: "If you are angry with your ambition, you will return it! Is this home?"

When Jin Yunhe heard the words, he suddenly fell silent as if he suddenly thought of something.He tilted his head and asked Xue Wenxi, "What are you doing now?"

Xue Wenxi looked at him with a smile, and shook his head silently.

Jin Yunhe stopped talking, took Xue Wenxi's hand, and led him into his room with big strides.

As soon as they entered the room, the two of them showed their true colors. Xue Wenxi locked the door with his backhand, opened his arms and hugged Jin Yunhe into his arms again.

Jin Yunhe wrapped his legs around Xue Wenxi's waist, kissed him loudly on the forehead, raised his hand to brush his hair, and hugged him tightly again.

Xue Wenxi hugged Jin Yunhe to the bed and put him down, then said with a smile: "Don't tell me you still protect me like a jade?"

Hanging on Xue Wenxi's body, Jin Yunhe sneered and laughed: "That's right. You have to treat me well."

When Xue Wenxi heard this, his eyes turned red for some reason, and tears rolled down his face suddenly.

Tears splattered on the ground, but Jin Yunhe ignored it.He took Xue Wenxi's hand as if he had discovered something suddenly, and exclaimed, "Where's your little finger?"

Xue Wenxi withdrew his hand and rubbed against his neck: "It's gone, it's okay."

Jin Yunhe frowned, paused, and finally hummed.Instead, he still lowered his head, picked up that hand again, stroked it carefully, and then said softly: "It doesn't hurt anymore."

Xue Wenxi also stroked Jin Yunhe's small face with his stubble: "The pain has long been gone."

Jin Yunhe lowered his eyes and suppressed his wanton smile, as if he was thinking about something.

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