[Pretender] The North-South Flyover that year

Wang Yiqiu's burial was not a good one, so he was very careful.Mingcheng was among the people who came to worship, but most of them were turned back.

Wang Manchun didn't sleep until the younger sister's legal affairs were cleared before dragging her body back to Wang's house. When she arrived at Yiqiu's room, she fell asleep like a faint.After waking up, he didn't work or go out, just quietly leaned against the bed, his eyes were empty, and he looked back and forth at Yiqiu's room.

Wang Manchun moved back to Wang's residence, returned to the hotel, and did not pack a single piece of luggage. She lived alone in the room that belonged to Yiqiu.However, Yiqiu's house has long been dusty.

When the Wang family was at work, Yiqiu lived in the office, and when he was working in the government, he still lived in the office. Even if he occasionally returned to Wang's house, he would just send his servants to tidy up a guest room and never return to his own room.

Yiqiu's room is very large, connected to a cloakroom and a dressing room.The room faces the sun and is bright in all seasons. The windows are facing the garden. On the balcony, following Yiqiu's heart, there are a few rare wide-faced floor-to-ceiling windows.The house is not as grand as Wang Manchun's, but it suits Yiqiu's personality. It is very comfortable and exquisite.

However, the most eye-catching thing is the three pure wood bookcases near the ceiling in the room.Wang Manchun was staring at those bookcases without taking his eyes off them.

Although it is a bookcase, it is not filled with books, but full of photos.Some are neatly arranged in photo frames, some are directly pasted on the cabinet, some are stacked, and there are several photo albums.

Some of the people inside, Manchun has seen, some have not.But most of them are people that Manchun is familiar with—Wang Fuqu, Minglou, Mingcheng, her and Yiqiu.

The black and white photos are all old. After careful inspection, none of them are from recent years.Although the owner loves it very much, it is still yellowed and hairy. In some cases, even the background is blurred into a ball, and the characters are only human shapes—that is a photo taken a long time ago.

Wang Manchun hugged his knees firmly and leaned against the bed.She remembered that Yiqiu's bookcase didn't look like this before, it was full of books.Wang Yiqiu has been mischievous since she was a child, not like a girl, but as long as she touches a book, she will calm down. Although she most often reads text books, she has also come into contact with books in various fields.

Wang Yiqiu had participated in some progressive youth organizations, Wang Manchun knew about it, but he didn't know when it started, and Wang Yiqiu never mentioned the ideals that he had been talking about in the past.

Her younger sister wanted to be a writer, not one who wrote Mandarin Chinese books, but a revolutionary writer.However, Man Chun remembered that when she came back from studying in Japan, Wang Yiqiu had already joined the Wang family to work.

Looking at the photo in front of me, there is a photo of Yiqiu and her when she was a child. Although it is a bit blurred, Manchun can see it clearly. It is not the flat and shriveled appearance in the photo, but a more vivid one, sticking out from the memory. The projected people are vivid and full of vitality.

Her Yiqiu, short and round, always smiles and shows her teeth, squeezing her lovely dimples.A pair of almond eyes, always wide open, like the sun that never sets, shining brightly, unaware of the height of the sky and the depth of the earth.

However, Man Chun couldn't remember what the younger sister looked like later on.

It wasn't until Yiqiu entered the earth that she realized that there was not a single photo of her younger sister when she became an adult.Her posthumous portrait can only enlarge the work photo when she served in the new government at that time—the corners of her mouth are flattened, her eyes are slender and slightly raised, she is not energetic, and her eyes only fall on the lower corners.And the round face in memory has disappeared, and the thin chin is like an awl, too sharp.

Pretty?It's beautiful, the name of Wang's Shuang Poison Flower is well known in Shanghai.It is also second to none in the business world, the political circle, and the beauties in Shanghai.

However, Man Chun closed his eyes tightly, with bitterness in his mouth.Strange, too strange, Wang Yiqiu actually disappeared for half an hour.She looks very similar to herself when she grows up, but she is thinner, and the subtle differences in facial features and temperament are hard to imagine.The important thing is that anyone who is familiar with Wang Yiqiu and has seen her when she was a child will never notice the resemblance between the two sisters now.

The palm moved to the chest unconsciously, and the trembling fist hit the chest one after another.If, if she noticed the changes in her sister earlier, wouldn't everything be different?

Boom, boom, knocking at the door: "Director Wang...".

Yan Lu stood at the door of Yiqiu's room and called Wang Manchun, but she didn't respond.

"Director Wang..."

He called again, but Wang Manchun still didn't move.

Yan Lu pursed his lips, a little serious, with a handsome face and raised brows.He lifted his foot and took two steps forward, bent his legs in front of Wang Manchun, and squatted down in front of her.

His face was pale, his eyes were dull, and he was no different from a dead person.The handsome eyebrows twitched again, and a trace of helplessness flashed between the eyebrows and eyes.Yan Lu raised his hand, as if to caress Wang Manchun's cheek.

Yan Lu's hands are very beautiful, with long and slender fingers, the roots of which are like jade, and even the nails are very rounded, just like his character, a gentleman on Moshang, like a polished man.

However, it was such a beautiful hand that Wang Manchun mercilessly opened, and the crisp applause broke the silence in this quiet room. .

Wang Manchun raised his chin, neither sad nor happy, his black pupils stared straight at Yan Lv, calm and unmoved.

Mistake appeared in Yan Lu's eyes, and then he was funny again.The kind hand extended to Wang Manchun was rejected simply and painlessly, but the hotness left by the slapping was clearly felt.Yan Lu stared at Wang Manchun, who was half shorter than him, leaning on the bed, raised his eyebrows, and said again: "Director Wang..."

Wang Manchun pursed his lips, and a look of coldness rose from his eyes. The terrifying air was constantly compressed, flattening into a piece of ice skates.Supporting his body with his hands, Wang Manchun tried to stand up, but found that he couldn't use the strength. .

It's no wonder that I don't eat or drink for a few days.

At this moment——, chapped lips, hot throat, and a strict law that sees everything, neatly dressed, and calm.Embarrassment flashed across Wang Manchun's eyes, he raised the corners of his eyes, and said coldly: "Who allowed you to enter this room, go out."

Tsk——, with a low laugh, Yan Lu didn't reply, but squinted his eyes, with a slight smile on his lips, after a while, he bowed his head at Wang Manchun, turned around and walked towards the door.

Before going out, Yan Lu leaned against the door frame and said to Wang Manchun: "Her charges have been confirmed, you don't need to keep curling up here, your innocence, the special high school has issued a call letter."

Stern voice, clear and cold, as pleasant as a silver bell.He had a smile on his lips, and his eyes were considered respectful, but at this moment, he who was always serious was leaning lazily on the door, and his feet were beating lightly, his irony was beyond words.

Yan Lu has been with Wang Manchun for a while, Wang Manchun doesn't know what he looks like in front of Yiqiu.In short, in front of her, whether he is respectful or laughing, even at this moment, there are sporadic flames in his eyes.For her, no matter whether it is the identity of the director of the No. 76 intelligence department or the identity of Wang Yiqiu's sister.He should have no good feelings.

Unexpectedly, the strict attitude did not arouse Wang Manchun's emotions.Yan Lu left, leaving only Wang Manchun's back, that straight and straight back, like a pine tree, although slender, it was taut with strength.

"Strict law—" Wang Manchun suddenly raised his voice when the black figure was about to disappear from sight.Turning his head, Man Chun looked at a wall of photos, on which Wang Yiqiu smiled.She stared at the person in the photo for a long time, and her brows were tightly furrowed. In the end, she was tinged with grief and anger, and she gritted her teeth and said in a deep voice, "Contact Lone Wolf..."