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Wang Manchun had a dream.

She dreamed that Minglou was standing side by side with her by the lake when he was a teenager, holding the latest "New Youth" in his hand, and the two of them read the newspaper with their heads together.There was a bench by the lake, and after the old man had left, he pulled her to sit on it, put one arm around her, and asked her, "Manchun, what do you think belief is?"

In her dream, she said that faith is the life-saving straw held by a person in the mud, and it is the lighthouse seen by those who get lost in the dark. Senior brother, why do you ask me this?

Ming Lou's eyebrows were hidden in the shadows under the tree, but his voice came clearly: "I think, if I find my own belief, I may fight for it for the rest of my life."

She nodded half understanding, then what is your belief?

Minglou's smile was particularly pretty. He scratched her upturned nose and said, "My belief? I don't know either. How about you?"

My faith is you.

Then Ah Cheng ran over and whispered something to him, his expression changed, and he hurriedly said goodbye to her.

In the dream, she followed up, and followed his footsteps into that deep and dark small ancestral hall.

She watched his tall body curled up on the ground, crying and bearing the whip, but she said again: "Sister, why...why do we have to separate..."

She wanted to reach out and hold him in her arms, but her hands went through his body.

Powerless.

She cried anxiously, and the tears fell through him to the ground.She jumped on him to try to bear it for him, but the whip fell heavily on him again and again.

Senior Brother, Senior Brother!She cried and raised her head to glare at Ming Jing.

There were tears on Ming Jing's face, but his gaze was very determined.

"From now on, if you are still inseparable from this Miss Wang, don't go back to Ming's house." Ming Jing threw a passport on the floor in front of him and said condescendingly: "Go to France, brother, leave Here, leave her."

Minglou lay quietly and wept. He looked at the passport: "What if I don't leave?"

"You know what kind of person my sister is." Ming Jing squatted down, lovingly stroking Ming Lou's hair, "For her, it's not worth it."

Minglou coughed twice, slowly got up from the cold floor, wiped his face with his hand, and said hoarsely after a while: "Okay."

He stood up under Ming Jing's gaze, and endured the severe pain all over his body to open the door of the small ancestral hall.

Ah Cheng waited outside with a worried look on his face.

Ming Lou tried to laugh easily, but suddenly fell on his thin shoulders.

"Ah Cheng..." Ming Lou whispered in his ear, "Go help me and tell her..."

"……I love her……"

Wang Manchun opened his eyes.

It took a long time for her eyes to gather, and she realized that her face was wet in a large area when she realized it.

she cried.For Minglou in his youth.

She sat up and turned on the bedside lamp, hugging the quilt and curling herself into a ball.

This dream is half real and half false.

The real half was told by Ah Cheng himself, while the fake half was her imagination.

She didn't know how long she sat there, until the sky turned white and the light came through the curtains, she just turned over and got up to go for a morning run.

This is a habit she has developed since her military school career. No matter it is windy or rainy, she has to exercise to maintain her physical fitness.Although her skills have fallen, her physical strength is still there.

Opening the gate and running towards the boulevard, Wang Manchun stopped suddenly at an intersection.

Mingcheng was waiting there, not driving, and was alone.

"Miss Manchun." He said, "I'm here to report to you about the situation of eldest brother."

She was stunned for a second, a smile appeared on her face, and she walked towards him: "Why don't you call?"

"It's too early, it's inconvenient." Ah Cheng said.

"Well, in fact, it's okay at noon..." She got closer and saw the dark circles on his face, obviously because he went to bed late and woke up early and didn't have a good rest.

"I know you want to know sooner." Ah Cheng looked at her thin clothes, took off his coat and put it on her without saying a word: "Talk while walking."

She followed his footsteps to the usual running route.

"Wake up so early, does senior brother know you're coming?" she asked.

Ah Cheng shook his head: "He doesn't know, he slept very late last night, and specially asked me to call him later, just in time for breakfast."

"Then his injury..." She still couldn't help asking.

Ah Cheng pursed his lips: "It's not serious, the eldest sister just moved her hand symbolically." He saw the frightened look in her eyes, and couldn't help reaching out to wrap her shoulders: "Don't worry, it's not broken, it's just a minor injury, eldest sister I can't bear it."

Wang Manchun sneered: "She is cruel to her younger brother."

"The eldest sister is like a mother, and the eldest brother is doing his filial piety." Ah Cheng explained.

"I knew you were speaking for her." Wang Manchun snorted.

"I was raised by my elder brother and elder sister, Miss Manchun, the kindness of nurturing is reborn." Ah Cheng said, "Compared with my previous experience, I am really alive in the Ming family."

Wang Manchun's eyes flickered.

She only knew that Ah Cheng was adopted by Minglou, but she never knew what he had experienced, nor did she know why the eyes of that 12-year-old child were full of fear and anxiety.

She stopped.

"Ah Cheng, I really don't know much about your family."

She meant it.

Even for Minglou, she has never seen him outside of love and study, she seems to be in love with a part of him, while the other part has never appeared.

"Would you like to talk?" she asked.

"Of course." Ah Cheng smiled, and then looked at his watch: "It's just that now is not the time."

He looked up to meet her eyes: "I should go back."

Seeing the daylight, she knew his difficulties, so she nodded and watched him leave.

It wasn't until he walked away that she suddenly realized.

He still has his handkerchief here.

The men's handkerchief was softly attached to her pocket, as if even touching it would reassure her.

Minglou was really vigorous and resolute at work, and before the whole morning was over, she received three new policy documents one after another.

It specifically mentioned her intelligence department, asking her to strengthen the management of information when cooperating with the Japanese military, to accept new members, to poach people directly from the military academy when necessary, and to eliminate anti-Japanese elements without delay.

She dropped the report on the table and leaned back in her chair.

Unconsciously, he opened the drawer and touched the metal cigarette case. When he was about to take it out, he suddenly reacted and closed it resentfully.

She has been smoking for a long time, and basically became addicted to smoking when Minglou got up and went to Paris. Although she quit a little while in the military academy, she became more serious in the anxiety of work afterwards.

The last time she made up her mind to quit smoking was on her 28th birthday, that is, the day the spy Hana Sakura was assassinated by a poisonous bee.

How crazy should a man who can kill his lover be?Had he ever paid attention to any of this woman's feelings?Did he know that such a passage was written in the notebook that this woman carried with her.

[I know I will always be old, I know, our beliefs are not the same.

But I love him.

I love him more than anyone. ]

She died for the person she loved most in the most beautiful season of women.And Wang Manchun is still alive, adapting to this world full of killings constructed by bullets and gunfire, bearing the fear of death and despair.

She was afraid of death, and when she was even more afraid of death, Minglou couldn't even recognize her face.So she quit smoking, trying to keep her youth and also Minglou.

When she was young, she wasn't afraid of anything, she didn't wear makeup and her face turned to the sky. The first time she bought lipstick, Minglou took her to buy it.Pink lipstick was painted on her lips, and Minglou said later that she had an urge to kiss her because she didn't know how beautiful she was.

But now she tried her best to keep the beauty, but he could no longer let him kiss her, and even his eyes no longer stayed on her for a second.

There is only one explanation, Minglou doesn't love her anymore.

She clenched the pen in her hand and slammed it hard on the floor.

The secretary outside heard the noise, knocked on the door and asked her what's the matter, she just said it's okay, sat for a while, stood up, picked up the pen that broke in two, and threw it into the trash can.

The author has something to say:

The plot slag said that the dog has already taken it_(:з」∠)_I will study the original work

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