Pingxie colleagues one by one, the flowers bloom on the Mo, and the king returns

The old man guarding the tomb looked at the young man who came to this cemetery almost every year, and closed his eyes in surprise.

"Young man, come to sweep the grave again?"

The young man turned his head and looked at the old man: "Yes, I don't want to see him, for fear that he will be lonely."

In fact, the old man didn't hide it well, Wu Xie could see the surprise in his eyes.

He was no longer surprised, but unconsciously stretched out his hand to touch his face, feeling a little emotional in his heart, so it has been ten years, before he always felt that the word "like a lifetime" was just some people's exaggeration for sensationalism.

It wasn't until he really experienced it that he realized that those feelings that contain many unexplainable emotions can really be summed up by this word.

For him, ten years is not as easy as most people describe it in a blink of an eye. He has experienced too much.

It was as if he had been abandoned by time, and the years did not leave any marks on his face.Now he looks like he was no different when that person left, but in a trance, it makes people feel as if he has lived for a century, and the purity in his eyes is now only gray.

Wu Xie didn't express much about aging slower than ordinary people.He even sometimes thought that maybe in some respects, this might not be a bad thing.

He put his eyes on the tombstone. Pan Zi's tomb is very simple. There are only a few words written by himself on the tombstone and the faded black and white photo above. So old that he almost forgot what Pan Zi was like before,

If Pan Zi was still there, and he saw his tombstone, the photo was so old, he would probably smash it down with his own hands.

Later, he would dream of Pan Zi many times, but most of the time he would dream of him when he felt that he could not go on and had nowhere to go, and at that time, Pan Zi would become someone he could go on with. More than half help.

Fortunately, he did not live up to the life Pan Zi gave him, and he has survived till now.

He is no longer naive, his eyes are full of tiredness and maturity that is different from that face.How many people paid the price of their lives for today's Wu Xie, and he has no right to retreat.

He lit a cigarette, the weather was gloomy, and the scene before Pan Zi's death seemed to happen yesterday.

Wu Xie's ears are always surrounded by those few lyrics.

"Little San Ye, you go forward boldly... don't look back..." Pan Zi's appearance before his death has always been in his mind, and he always remembered the song "Red Sorghum" in his dream at midnight, and he sang it so impassionedly.

After a long time, he gradually got used to it. When he dreamed of Pan Zi, he would chat with him, ask him if he had seen Third Uncle there, and complain to him. Now Pan Zi A role model for all his men, he will never wake up in the middle of the night with his eyes open until dawn.

Sometimes, he would think that it was just a dream, and when he woke up, nothing happened, Pan Zi was still there, and so was the little third master.There was no blank look in the fat man's eyes when he hugged Caiyun's corpse, and there was no farewell to the little brother in front of the bronze door.

That person was still within reach as soon as he turned his head.

In the past ten years, he has experienced too much, he has been hacked, shot, and bombed.Fortunately, his fate is still hard, and King Yama will not accept him.

In a trance, it seemed that the man appeared in front of the huge bronze door and said to him with a smile.

Goodbye, Wu Xie.

That was the first time he saw his little brother smile so genuinely.

A ringtone rang, Wu Xie came back to his senses, and took out the phone from his pocket.Before he could speak, the man's loud voice came from the other side. "Hey, I'm naive, did you fucking forget me, Fat Master, and didn't even call to express condolences?"

"Fatty, you haven't heard from me in the past three years. You are not guilty of what you said?" Wu Xie smiled.

Now only the fat man would call him naive.He really missed hearing this long-lost title.

Now everyone has forgotten about that naive and somewhat stupid little third master.I only remember the ruthless and decisive Wu Xiaofoye.

"I said Xiao Wu, what you said is wrong. Fat Master, I am not afraid of contacting you. If you miss Fat Master any more, you will be distracted. There are many people who miss you. , Fatty, I am thinking about you." The fat man is still the same fat man.

Wu Xie said jokingly: "I haven't seen you for a few years, but your face has improved."

"Damn, I haven't seen you for a few years, you fat man and I have gained a lot of weight."

Hearing the fat man's loud voice, Wu Xie was in a daze, and he hadn't seen the fat man for a long time.There was silence for a few seconds before the fat man said, "Wu Xie, have you gone to see Da Pan?"

"Hmm..." Wu Xie gave a hum and didn't continue.

He knew that the fat man didn't want to see it, but he was afraid that the bloody past would appear before his eyes again.They have all experienced too much, he knows that Fatty only wants to live an ordinary life now, the cloud is the greatest pain in his life, and being able to guard her silently is also his wish for the rest of his life.

If possible, he doesn't want anyone to suffer, he can do it alone, he has lost too many things, and there is nothing left to lose.

"Come on, remember to help the fat man, I'll burn some more paper money for him, so that he... can have a better life down there." The fat man was probably smoking a cigarette, and he took a deep breath.

Wu Xie knew Fatty's helplessness and unwillingness. There were too many things that could not be explained. He didn't even know how Yun Cai died.Wu Xie understands the feeling of wanting to know but not having the courage to explore.

Only now did Wu Xie understand a truth.It is not necessary to make your whole life transparent in front of your eyes to be considered as having no regrets. For some things, it may be the greatest relief for you to keep them a mystery for a lifetime.

After a while, Wu Xie hummed lightly.

"Wu Xie, it's been ten years..." The fat man was silent for a while and then spoke again.After so many years, he watched from a distance that innocent Wu Xie became beyond recognition, but he was powerless, and his heart ached.He knew that the only thing supporting Wu Xie now was the ten-year agreement.

In the past ten years, he has made countless assumptions, if there is no such person behind the bronze door, if that person is formatted again, if what is waiting in the end is only a pile of bones.Then, he didn't dare to imagine what would happen to Wu Xie.

Wu Xie was silent, he understood what the fat man meant.For ten years, he has deliberately avoided thinking about this issue, he waited, no matter what the result was, for ten years, he waited.

This is the result of his ten years of waiting, and he must always have an answer, right?

That person hasn't come out yet, and he has to get through this decade.

Even if that decade was just an excuse he made up, he still had to wait.

Because, Wu Xie needs to give himself an explanation.A confession that lasted ten years.

"I'll wait for him, there's still one month, another month, I'll pick him up and go home."

In fact, I don't know about him himself. He is looking forward to the expiration of the ten-year contract, but he is also afraid.This kind of conflict in my heart is getting bigger and bigger as the ten-year agreement gets closer.

He was afraid, afraid that there would not be that person behind that bronze door, without that stern face, without those indifferent eyes.There is no little brother, no boring oil bottle, no... Zhang Qiling.

He was also afraid of that person's hesitant eyes asking him.

who are you?

So who is he going to say "I'll take you home."

The fat man over there was silent for a while before speaking. "Wu Xie, Fat Master only has you as a brother!"

It took Wu Xie a long time to speak: "I'm not used to it suddenly becoming so sensational."

"Fuck off, you fat man is so thoughtful, look at how ugly you are!"

Hearing the fat man's rambling words, Wu Xie suddenly felt a little better: "Okay, I'm too busy to talk nonsense with you, so please kneel down. Come to Changsha to find me when you have time, and I invite you to a restaurant."

After finishing speaking, he cut off the phone and it started to rain. Wu Xie looked up at the gloomy sky.

Why does that stuffy bottle love to look at the sky in a daze...

Wu Xie inexplicably hated this lifeless sky.

Another bell rang, and Wu Xie was silent for a few seconds, still looking up at the sky, the pattering rain felt a little cool on his face.

The phone rang a few times before Wu Xie took out the phone to look at the caller ID, and frowned. Normally, no one would dare to call him at this time, unless it was something important, and he pressed his slender fingers to answer.

"Hmm..." Wu Xie hummed lightly, but as if he had received an order, he said, "Boss, Li Qiang brought some people to the hall."

Wu Xie frowned: "What did you say?"

"I didn't say anything, I just took someone with me. Boss, see if you want to..." The man spoke in a low voice, and it seemed that the man was right next to him.

"Let him wait." After speaking, Wu Xie hung up the phone, glanced at Pan Zi's tomb, turned and left.

Some people have waited for ten years, and there will be a day of goodbye, and some people, no matter how many decades there are, will never see each other again.

Now people on the road respectfully call him Wu Xiaofoye.The head of the Wu family was sitting at the entrance of the hall in Changsha, holding a glass jade cup in one hand, sipping the best Longjing tea.The other hand tapped the table casually, and a group of people stood respectfully underneath.

The sound of knocking on the table made some people who were already flustered even more upset when they heard it.The man standing at the front below looked like he was in his 50s. Although he was thin, his eyes were cunning and bright, and he was not a fuel-efficient lamp.

Wu Xie glanced at the few people standing below, and then said: "Why is Boss Li in the mood to come to me for tea today? If I don't say hello in advance, I'm afraid I won't entertain you well." The voice was a little loose, but it was listenable It is extremely comfortable.However, it is very deterrent to those who don't know it, if it is heard by those who know it.

"Where's the matter, in fact, I came this time because I wanted to ask the third master for something." Old Li who took the lead said hastily.

"Huh?" Wu Xie didn't even lift his head.

The people below were all excited, and Boss Li raised his eyebrows for a while, and said bravely: "Third Master, I did not do well in the Vietnam line. I shouldn't hide it from you and take profits from it. I will never dare to do it again in the future. I also hope that the third master will give me a chance."

Wu Xie smiled faintly, and glanced at the few people in front of him: "Of course I will give the opportunity."

Hearing what Wu Xie said, Mr. Li showed joy on his face. Before he could be happy for a while, he heard Wu Xie continue to say: "But your quota has been used up." Mr. Li's mouth was frozen, and his face was a little distorted.

Sometimes people are such stupid animals, impulsive and reckless.

"I'll call you Little Buddha. Anyway, I've been a cow and a horse for the Wu family for so many years. After all, I can be regarded as the veteran left by your third uncle's generation. It's a bit embarrassing for you to say that." Elder Li's tone was also hardened. stand up.

Although the entire power of the Wu family is in Wu Xie's hands, the speeches of the few remaining veterans still have some weight. He expected that Wu Xie would not dare to do anything to him.

Wu Xie seemed to have seen through the man's mind, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

Seeing Wu Xie smile, Old Li's face became even uglier.

Because of this person's gentle smile, people always forget that he is not as warm as his smile on the surface.He is Wu Xiaofoye, he is decisive in killing and attacking, and never procrastinates.It was as if everything was under his control.

Old Li's face changed suddenly: "Little Buddha..." Wu Xie picked it up before he finished speaking.

"Boss Li, if you want others to be unaware, you have to do nothing. Even if my third uncle came today, he can't tolerate the sand in his eyes. Do you think that the profits you have withdrawn from me these years are still small? I gave you a chance !"

After Wu Xie finished speaking, a person behind him handed over something similar to an account book, and he took it casually and glanced at the person who handed it behind him.

The latter took a step back, touched his nose, feeling a little guilty.

Wu Xie threw it casually, and the ledger fell in front of Mr. Li.

Mr. Li picked it up with trembling hands and turned a page, his face turned pale instantly.All his transaction records were densely recorded on it, a lot of them every day, word for word.

"Little Buddha...this..." Mr. Li was at a loss for words.

In fact, Wu Xie has an excellent memory, and he can't forget the densely packed numbers. With a glance, he can clearly see where there is a lack of weight or two.

A few years ago, someone bullied him when he was young and wanted to take the opportunity to get in the position and make money from it.Being picked up by him, the evidence and evidence every day made people speechless. These people were all confiscated from the handicap, and almost half-mutilated were thrown out.

Master Wu Xiaofo rarely killed people who betrayed or made false accounts, but those who were thrown out from him ended up with nowhere to go, and all markets avoided him.Because no one would want to fight against Lord Wu Xiaofo.

Since then his men have settled down a lot.He gradually closed up Wu Sansheng's handicap, propped up the Wu family's property bit by bit, and began to get involved in Baidao's property, growing bigger and bigger.

Wu Xie has inherited the Wu family's style of doing things, has amazing sharpness and observation skills, and his mind can sort out a lot of information at the same time, often coordinating several different things at a time and discussing more than a dozen deals.

Up to now, more than half of China south of the Yangtze River has passed through his hands.

Needless to say the pain during this period.There are too many scars on his body to count.

Fortunately, in the past few years, he has learned a lot from the blind man.He survived many dangers.

Wu Xie has worked very hard these past few years. He knows that he can't rely on anyone, he only has himself, and there is no one behind him.

His strong judgment and reaction ability often let him escape from death by a narrow margin.In the past ten years, he has experienced too many narrow escapes, and his heart has long been trained to be calm.His heart is already old.

Boss Li looked at the account book in his hand, and his hands kept shaking. How could this be possible? He obviously did it very cleanly, so why would there be such a thing?

Wu Xie looked at the expression on his face and waved his hand: "Take it down." After speaking, Mr. Li and his subordinates were dragged away by several people.

Sometimes, when Wu Xie looked at other people's desperate eyes, he would think of himself at that time.The little brother is not there, everything, including the so-called truth, is like a flood that submerges him.

He also saw the shadow of his family's enemies who have bound him for generations. Only then did he know the sacrifices and helplessness made by his elders and those who cared about him since he was born.

His entire life so far has been nothing more than a dream, and falling into a huge void nearly collapsed him.

Wang Meng looked at Wu Xie, and waved away the other people in the hall.

Wu Xie closed her eyes, held the cold tea in her hand, and was speechless for a long time.

Brother, when I grow up, I can stand against thousands of troops by myself.

The author has something to say:

This is fanfiction, pseudo-decryption, pseudo-decryption, mainly based on Pingxie's feelings, and other underworld activities should not be serious... After all, I really don't have the brains of the three fat guys. Friends who want to watch the mystery and suspense can go directly to the three. Fatty's original work, his puzzles no one can think of, you will be satisfied, haha.