[Pretender] The North-South Flyover that year

"Ah Cheng...Ah Cheng..."

The sound from outside the sky, wrapped in the hazy interlayer of milky white, seems like a dream, like a mist.Mingcheng frowned, his eyebrows twisted together fiercely, complicatedly entangled.

The voice calling him was weak and sometimes heavy, not clear, like a breath.He vaguely heard his name, but couldn't make out the content of that voice, what emotion, what tone, and even whether it was male or female.

His name is sometimes called by a naughty and lively childish voice, sometimes by a quiet and gentle girl crooning, and sometimes by an elegant and mournful woman... full of affectionate calls.

Gradually, the voice faded away, and in the sound of his heavier breathing, along with his heaviness, it became rougher and turned into a deep male voice.

"Ah Cheng..Ah Cheng.."

Mingcheng suddenly opened his eyes and woke up.His chest was heaving and heaving, he was panting heavily, the dim light and the familiar delicate decorations were his goal, this was his room, but there was no sense of familiarity, it was full of strangeness, and he also had an inexplicable sense of loss.

"Just wake up..."

The deep and gentle voice soothed Mingcheng's restless fragility, turned his head away, his vision was still a little blurry, Mingcheng panted for two or three times, his voice was hoarse, and he called out to the people around him like a sigh: "Brother... .”

Minglou took off his usual neat suit, leaving only a white shirt and a striped vest. At this moment, his sleeves were rolled up, and his exquisite watch was placed on the table. He concentrated on soaking the towel in his hand. Go into the cold water basin beside you, take it out, wring it dry, and then carefully cover Mingcheng's head.

"You have a fever. Fortunately, it's not serious. Otherwise, you can only call a doctor..."

Although Minglou's voice was still deep, the restrained tenderness in his eyes was not fake, more real than ever.At this moment, it was rare for him to take off his usually stable mask, looking at Mingcheng with undisguised concern.

Mingcheng panted lightly, his mind became clear gradually, and he felt more and more the heaviness and pain from his limp body.Mingcheng's eyes are empty, looking at the beam above his eyes, he just feels like a lifetime away.

The person in front of him is his elder brother, he is Mingcheng, and then...why is he here?

"Where is this...?"

Mingcheng's voice was a little hoarse, his eyes were full of doubts, and his voice was a little floating. Minglou's eyes darkened, a flash of complexity flashed, and then he replied in a low voice: "At home, we're home."

The soft bed, the familiar furnishings, and the tingling pain from his wrist, all stimulated Mingcheng's nerves.He slowly closed his eyes, let out a deep breath, the doubts in his mind and the feeling of floating in his heart gradually disappeared, and even though he was stable, he felt an indescribable emptiness and confusion.

With mixed feelings, Mingcheng looked at Minglou, called "Big Brother" again, and then couldn't say a word.

Minglou sighed, gently removed the towel from Mingcheng's forehead, wiped his cold sweat along his forehead, and asked, "Did you have a dream?"

Mingcheng blinked his eyes slowly, and kept scanning his surroundings, as if he was trying to determine whether the dream was a lie, or... this was a dream.Mingcheng smiled, and pulled the corners of his mouth forcefully: "Well, I'm dreaming."

Ming Lou also laughed, and said reproachfully: "How old is a person, and I can't tell the difference between dreams and reality. I really get back as I live."

"Well, what the elder brother said is that this injury may have affected the brain."

"Bastard, what nonsense."

The two brothers looked at each other and smiled, all the heaviness was exchanged in each other's comprehensible eyes, and then they all merged into the smiles on each other's lips, sighed and left no trace.

Mingcheng raised his right hand, looked at the white gauze on his wrist, and thought of her hideous scars.Dreams are more real than memories, and they bring back such a long past, but... it is a dream after all.

"Brother, what should we do next?" He hesitated again and again, and finally put away all his emotions.

Ming Lou paused when he was changing the towel, and sighed, ignoring the water on his hand, subconsciously unbuttoned his collar, and said in a low voice, "Stay still and wait for Wang Manchun's reaction..."

It doesn't matter whether it's Yoshimasa Fujita or No. 76, but if one person dies, the situation will change drastically.Wang Yiqiu fell, the Ministry of Supervision collapsed without a leader, the constraints of various government agencies were suddenly relaxed, and people who had been suppressed by the special high school began to act.

Fujita Yoshimasa wanted to use the Ministry of Supervision to check and balance the new government officials, but he didn't expect to shoot himself in the foot.Nowadays, various agencies of the new government are busy seizing power and getting rid of the constraints of the Ministry of Supervision. Although he is their boss in name, his intimidation and control are not as good as before.

However, Yoshimasa Fujita encountered difficulties, and did not give Ming Lou much convenience, but made it worse.

"Now the new government is in chaos. On the surface, it seems to be beneficial to us. Our people can indeed take the opportunity to embed themselves in the Shanghai Navy Headquarters, which has always been impenetrable. But..." Minglou's eyes were deep, and he pinched his lips Finger: "Although the power of the Ministry of Supervision is chaotic, it is still powerful. We don't know how much Wang Manchun knows about this agency. Now, on the surface, it seems that Fujita Yoshimasa is the person with the most control here, but... now But the one with the greatest influence is Wang Manchun."

"You mean...Yiqiu handed over the Supervision Department to Wang Manchun?" Mingcheng sat up on the edge of the bed, a little hoarse when he mentioned the name.

"Not quite." Minglou shook his head, stood up, went to the main hall and took Mingcheng's medicine, and handed it to Mingcheng along with a glass of water: "But, it's better than us."

"What do you mean?"

"Although Wang Manchun got rid of the hat of an underground party, Fujita doesn't fully trust her. After all, she is Yiqiu's biological sister. At this time, the weaker the safer, she also knows, so she won't really Leave the real power to Wang Manchun."

Mingcheng took the medicine and drank the water in the glass in one gulp, only feeling dry and sore throat, like a fire.He looked at the transparent glass in his palm, his eyes were gloomy, and he didn't know what emotion it was: "Then shall we hold our ground for now..."

"Nor..."

Minglou pinched the bridge of his nose with a headache, only feeling a mass of filth swirling around in his chest.After taking a few deep breaths, those eyes, which were like ink stones, were still pitch-black, unable to see clearly, and unpredictable.However, even the injured and weak Mingcheng could clearly feel the chaotic thoughts floating around him.

Mingcheng raised his eyebrows and asked, "So bad?"

Mingcheng knew that Minglou was concerned about his feelings, and didn't want to mention "her" name, but at this moment, his face was normal, and he couldn't see anything unusual, and asked in a faint breath, "she His death has such a big impact?"

Mingcheng's hoarse voice seemed a little cold in the quiet room, Minglou did not reply to Mingcheng immediately, but stared at Mingcheng for a long time.

Sighing, Minglou closed his eyes tiredly.After all, he and his eldest sister are ashamed of their two younger brothers.For Mingcheng and Mingtai, the hatred between the Wang and Ming families may be a disaster for no reason.A conspiracy took away the life of Mingtai's biological mother, and a betrayal affected Mingcheng's lifelong happiness.

Minglou couldn't help but think of the conversation with Yiqiu in the office that day, which was actually the last time they saw each other. He exhaled heavily, and Minglou said in a low voice, "We've been tricked...this is what Yiqiu planned for a long time. plan."

Minglou's words were like a blaze of fire, dispelling the mist that had been trying to hide something in the room, and his eyes were clear.There was no superfluous expression on Mingcheng's face, only the expected suddenness.

The benevolence of a woman is a big taboo in military strategists, Minglou never thought that he would turn his eyes away, ignoring the depression buried deep behind Yiqiu's eyes.

"What... what is it?" Mingcheng lowered his head, and asked this sentence softly, but it was a bit pretentious as if he had yelled loudly.

This is not the result of her impulsiveness, of course Mingcheng knows that even though she is willful, she is definitely not a naive and impulsive child, of course he knows.

Although he never thought that she would be so calculating, but...he still wanted to know how this carefully planned death started, for what purpose, and how it would end.