Looking at the bright moon

At ten o'clock in the night, Zheng Jingfu came out of the newspaper office, and his face was wet and cold. It turned out to be raining.During the social season of spring and summer, it rained eight out of ten days. He took it for granted, so he went back to the office to fetch an umbrella and walked into the rain with it.

All the way, he was thinking about the supper prepared for him by his wife at home, and he thought that he was busy these days, and he promised to accompany her on the mountain climbing spring outing last time, but he couldn't make it. It just so happened that he had nothing to do this Sunday, so he could use it to fulfill his promise.Zheng Jingfu has an old mother who is sick in bed, and has two five or six-year-old children. The whole family relies on his pen for food. Unable to enjoy.

The newspaper office was not far from the apartment. Zheng Jingfu tucked his umbrella under his arm and rang the doorbell a few times, but there was no answer for a long time.

He had to bite the bullet and ring the bell repeatedly. After a few minutes, the closed door clicked and was pulled open from inside.

What surprised Zheng Jingfu was that the person standing behind the door was not the complaining landlady, but a middle-aged man in a blue bamboo cloth gown.This person has an ordinary appearance, but he has a pair of calm, cold and piercing eyes like a murderer.As soon as Zheng Jingfu met his eyes, his spine felt chills, and he couldn't help taking a few steps back, turning his head to look at the house number.

The house number was correct, and Zheng Jingfu was slow to realize that the visitor was not friendly, so he turned around and wanted to run out.

After a while, he raised his hands again, and retreated tremblingly step by step.Just when he was distracted, several people surrounded him and cut off his retreat.After guessing what was pressing against his lower back, Zheng Jingfu's legs were as soft as mud, trembling every two steps.He was about to cry, and managed to squeeze out a sentence: "Several...several gentlemen, what are you going to do, what are you doing?"

The man standing inside the door ignored him, and quickly made two gestures to the people behind Zheng Jingfu. The other party nodded, twisted Zheng Jingfu's hand behind his back, and shouted: "Let's go!"

Zheng Jingfu didn't dare to resist, he was quickly pushed into the door and fell to the floor.The hall was empty, and there was no living thing but them.With the faint light of the wall lamp, Zheng Jingfu looked at the black shadows around him with horror.He dared not think where the landlady had gone, or where her husband had gone.But he couldn't ignore his wife and mother. Thinking of this, Zheng Jingfu asked with modest hopes, "How much do you want?"

His rare fluent words drew a few laughs, and the man in the blue gown finally said: "My master wants to ask you a few questions, you just answer honestly. I will reward you for a good answer, but If the answer is not good..."

The uninvited guest didn't finish his sentence, but just smiled at him.Zheng Jingfu broke into a cold sweat from the laughter, and forced himself to say: "I am doing a legitimate job, and my relatives and friends are also well-behaved people. How can I know any secrets? It is worth the effort."

The other party said: "Don't worry, since I'm looking for you, you will definitely be able to answer it."

The man unfolded a folded piece of paper in front of Zheng Jingfu's eyes, and the light turned on again, allowing him to see clearly the content on the paper.As soon as his eyes passed two lines of words, Zheng Jingfu's heartbeat immediately lost control, which made his eyes dizzy and sweat profusely.Sure enough, it was because of it, the day finally came, Zheng Jingfu tried not to let himself breathe more and more loudly, said: "I am just a newspaperman, so many manuscripts have been handled, and sometimes I don't even know who the contributors are. It’s really embarrassing me for you to pursue this.”

"What's so difficult?" The other party answered easily and naturally, without getting angry at all because he pretended to be confused: "I'll help you."

The other person walked up to Zheng Jingfu with a cloth bag, untied the rope, and shook it vigorously.Two balls of pale white things fell from it and rolled on the ground with a thud. Zheng Jingfu just saw them clearly, and screamed in a shrill voice—these were two severed palms at the wrist, and the flesh and blood at the fracture had long since solidified It's gone, sticking to the bloodless skin in a mess.Zheng Jingfu, a scholar, would never have imagined such a scene in his dreams. Right now, he screamed a few times, turned sideways, and vomited out his dinner.

The man who asked the question squatted down, not caring about the dirt on the floor, approached Zheng Jingfu and asked, "How is it, do you still feel embarrassed?"

While talking, he picked up one of the severed palms, and opened the curled fingers to indicate: "I don't know who the contributor is, you always know the owner of these hands."

Of course Zheng Jingfu knew him, he had been classmates with that person for many years, and he knew that the way the other person held the pen was different from ordinary people, and even the callus on the middle finger was in a unique position.Thinking of the current situation of the owner of his hands, he was sad and afraid, and tried his best to avoid it, crying loudly: "I... I don't know, I don't know anything, just kill me."

"Your employer promised you that the person who wrote the article will be safe. Do you think he has done it?" The man dropped the things in his hand and said lightly: "What he can't do, we can do." Do it, you're a smart man and you should know what I mean."

For the frightened Zheng Jingfu, such an easy-going attitude is more effective than threats.He stopped sobbing briefly, then cried less seriously.

The man squatting opposite didn't make a sound to urge him, he knew that half of his goal had been achieved, as for the other half, he just had to wait for Zheng Jingfu to finish his thinking, and there would be results naturally.

Not long after, a car drove away from the small apartment where Zheng Jingfu lived and headed for Qiuyue Mansion.

Xu Hancheng had just sent the two visiting guests downstairs, and happened to have a face-to-face meeting with the pedestrians who entered the door.The man in the blue bamboo cloth gown walked in front, and when the guests left, he immediately said to Xu Hancheng, "Mr. Da, the matter has been settled."

Wen Mingyu had two trusted aides surnamed Xu under his command. In order to distinguish the two brothers, others only called Uncle Xu and Mr. Xu, while his elder brother was called Mr. Da Xu. Over time, the word Xu was omitted.Xu Hancheng nodded, took the passers-by into a small reception room on one side, and after inquiring about the situation, he praised a few words, let them go back to rest, and went to report the news to Wen Mingyu himself.

When talking about this matter, Xu Hancheng was still very sullen, and said to Wen Mingyu: "I'll go and find this person right away, and see who has the courage to make up such absurd lies, thanks to him!"

When this rumor was published in the newspaper before, it was only because the newspaper was owned by a senior official's cronies, and no name was named, so many means of verification were limited.Xu Hancheng just caught the person who wrote the article yesterday, and it didn't take much effort to pry his mouth away, saying that he didn't know about it, and that the article was commissioned by a friend of his who worked in the newspaper.Xu Hancheng asked him to give the name of that friend, and then he found Zheng Jingfu, and there was an interrogation tonight.

As for Zheng Jingfu, his mother was seriously ill and couldn't afford a large amount of medical expenses. Someone found him in time and reached a deal with him.Zheng Jingfu made a match and published an article in the newspaper. The reward was the full consultation fee and a threat.The employer forced him to keep the secret with the lives of his whole family. In fact, this threat was perfunctory and could only scare the ignorant Zheng Jingfu.Wen Mingyu is the half master of Yannan, in this land, there is nothing he can't interfere with, and there is no one he can't control.

Compared to Xu Hancheng's nervousness, Wen Mingyu, as the protagonist of the rumor, was much less concerned.The people Zheng Jingfu recruited wrote the article almost perfectly, the truth was hidden in the lies, and the only fault was these too blunt truths.Not everyone can digest the crime of incest between father and son. The truth is so shocking that it seems like an exaggerated and smeared lie.

Wen Mingyu smiled and said, "I'll bring him here after I catch him. I have something I want to ask him to give to his master."

Xu Hancheng was still a little puzzled: "Sheng Jingyuan really ordered it? This is not Huqing. Where did he get the manpower and connections?"

"It is enough for him to have Ruan Lingyi." Wen Mingyu took out a well-made post, dipped his pen in some ink, and wrote on the post at a leisurely pace: "With Ruan Lingyi's family background, there are always some people who are willing to sell his face .”

Xu Hancheng frowned, and asked, "They tried every means to smear you, so what good can they do for themselves?"

Wen Mingyu didn't raise her head, and concentrated on writing his post: "Such petty fights are of no benefit."

If there is any purpose, it is nothing more than blatantly provoking him and announcing to him that revenge will officially start.The long forbearance that Sheng Jingyuan had persisted in for more than ten years had finally come to an end, and the time of liquidation was finally coming for the blood feud between them that could not be resolved.

Sheng Jingyuan also probably knew that such a pretentious rumor had little effect, but as long as it bothered Wen Mingyu even a little bit, his goal would be successfully achieved.

If this incident had happened a few years ago, Wen Mingyu might have made his wish come true.After that kidnapping, he has since lost interest in the opposite sex, and even a simple touch will make him feel allergic for a long time.He hated Sheng Yunyi, and at the same time he hated the self who lost himself under the influence of drugs. Wen Mingyu tortured himself with this kind of hatred for 16 years.

After meeting He Lingshan, he was willing to reach a reconciliation with himself.

Compared with He Lingshan, the most serious mistake he has made since his birth, and the biggest crime he has suffered, seems to be nothing.

Wen Mingyu finally finished writing the last word, and when the ink was dry, he threw the post into Xu Hancheng's hand and told him, "Go and get the things on it ready."

Xu Hancheng opened it and found that it was a gift slip with a wedding message written by Wen Mingyu on it.Seeing the bride's name, Xu Han felt comprehensible, and said with a smile, "The post written by you alone is a big piece of news."

He suddenly remembered that there was still something to be done, picked up a slightly thick paper bag from the desk, and said: "Third Master, the young master asked me to send something, saying that I hope it can help you."

Wen Mingyu slightly raised his eyebrows, took the paper bag handed over by the other party, and took out the documents inside to check.

Seeing the young master's face slowly sinking, Xu Hancheng couldn't help being confused.Although he didn't know what was inside, judging from the words He Lingshan ordered, it was clearly a son's intention to solve his father's problems. Why didn't the young master look happy after seeing it?