During the Qingming Festival, there is a lot of rain, passers-by and pedestrians desire sex. Shu Jiong
This kind of wet weather is really not what I like. In addition, I started to feel sleepy again, so I just greeted the old man in front and lay down on the lowered seat, wanting to sleep first.
In a daze, the voices of the old man and Xiaoyan came, and I smacked my lips calmly, and heard the old man say:
"Really a lazy boy. From childhood to adulthood, although his health was not good, he was rarely able to eat and sleep."
"The eldest lady is a clear-sighted girl."
The old man laughed twice with satisfaction, and when he spoke again, he was already in another serious tone, "How is the matter? Is it clean?"
Xiao Yan's cold voice responded:
"Everything that can be destroyed has been destroyed. Recently, it has been caused by Xiaoxiao's tricks inside, so that it has attracted attention. It can be caught and disposed of. Moreover, although they are really tight, it only takes one day for Nanyang Island. It is still the forces of Zhenmeng, and they dare not do anything."
"Well," the old man was silent for a while without asking anything. When I was about to fall asleep, he heard him change the topic, "What is the origin of that Quhe?"
This is a question I am very interested in. I immediately held my breath and pricked my ears to listen carefully, but the driver turned to remind me at this moment:
"Master, the Wushan cemetery is here."
As soon as I stepped out of the car, I realized that there was a boundless spring rain outside the car, and the world seemed to be covered with a light-colored net, densely covered with sadness and nostalgia.
This is a place for the ancestors to sleep peacefully, and a place for the younger generations to come and pay their respects.
In the three to four hundred years since Zhenmeng was established, it has grown from a group of several people to a large organization that has shocked the world. It is self-evident that how many people stepped on the blood during this period.
Since I am sensible, I have understood the old man's thoughts very well. He does not want to be in the dark anymore, but chooses to deviate from the persistence of his ancestors and little by little to bring Zhen Meng into a bright future because of his love for it.
Because I love this organization that has been handed down from generation to generation and has gone through trials and hardships, in this era when the so-called peacekeeping forces are rapidly spreading across the world, the darkness will be swept away. Instead of waiting to be swept away, it is better to use the best forces in the safest way. The way to hide is good.
I took a deep breath into this white cemetery, feeling the coolness of the rain in the air, thinking that spring came unexpectedly under the pressure of the whole winter.
Through the thin rain, I suddenly saw a familiar figure sharply.
He was wearing a black suit and slender figure, standing upright in front of a tombstone. It should have been standing for a long time, so the broken hair on the forehead was wetted into a thicker black, and a few strands were placed on the skin, and the eyes that seemed to be permanently covered with a mysterious mist were washed once, and it became more and more serious. Zhan bright and deep.
It was the first time I saw those eyes, except for indifferent, furious, helpless, and occasional gentleness... there would be that kind of complicated hatred.
His brows were frowned, and there was lying in the tomb... Who the hell was it
His relatives
I can't remember what Fu Tianchen's family is like, or, in fact, I never knew his family background.
I only know that the Fu Group belongs to his family, and I only know that he has a huge family, his parents, uncles, sisters and brothers, and a full family of people, but he has never heard him take the initiative to mention anyone in the family.
I looked at him quietly, and suddenly remembered that because it was too late, there was a heavy rain outside, and the lightning and thunder were terrible.
The old man just happened to come home, and saw Fu Tianchen packing up his things and preparing to leave. Regardless of whether he agreed with him, he warmly invited him to stay for dinner.
I can’t remember the specific details. It’s just that when Chen Xi and I were arguing and Xiaoyan was grilling rice silently, and my father was laughing with joy, only Fu Tianchen was sitting next to me. With the rice bowl, his eyes looked at us with a very faint depression.
The look in his eyes was somewhat similar to what he is now, but not the same. At least, the look in his eyes now carries hatred that scares me a little bit.
Really, it's hatred.
"Xiao Zhu, come over and kowtow to the ancestors." After burning a pile of paper money peacefully and calmly, the old man called me.
I settled down and shook my head to abandon the strange feeling that Fu Tianchen had brought me, and walked obediently to kowtow to the ancestors, and when I made another wish, I silently said to them:
"Please bless all of us to be safe and happy for a lifetime."
When I was preparing for the return trip, I received a call from Qu He again. I then remembered what the old man said in the car. I felt that this person Qu He is still in the observation period of his father, in order to prevent him from being aged because of his own relationship. Dad made a subjective assumption, so he simply took the phone and ran to the side to answer the call.
"Pig." Qu He's voice sounded more tired, and even a bit hoarse. I was stunned, and finally found out that these men beside me were not quite right recently.
"What's the matter?" Walking down the steps, there happened to be a mountain road below, with vigorous green pine planted on both sides, adding a bit of solitude and solemnity to this cemetery.
"Your father is investigating me."
I heard a bit of resentment in his tone, rubbed his nose amused, and switched the phone to the other side:
"Don't tell me that you have been so tired these two days to avoid my father's tracking," he exclaimed, "Don't say it, it's just like excessive indulgence."
"Except for your daddy," Qu He sighed helplessly, "There are two other groups of people who are also investigating me at the same time."
"One is Cui Jie and the other is Fu Tianchen." He raised his voice a little, and his mood seemed to be better. "People related to you have come to investigate me. Tell me, how can I protect me?"
"Haha, I can imagine you hiding in Tibet." I finally couldn't help laughing. I raised my eyes and happened to look at the cars coming in the distance, covering my mouth while slowly walking to the side. it is good.
"Remember that I told you that Nanyang has troublesome people?"
I nodded, remembering that he couldn't see it again, and hurriedly said twice.
"You know that person too." He said with a smile and dropped a heavy weight. "The old witch on Nanyang Island, besides your second aunt, is also my father's mentor."
Now I can't laugh anymore. It turns out that Quhe, a bastard, is really related to me! Even such a perverted creature as the old witch has to share a piece of the pie? !
Before he recovered from the chaos in the wind, I heard him seriously say something out of touch:
"Have you ever thought about the fact that Zhen Meng's internal traitor may not have been found out yet."
I was shocked and asked calmly:
"What do you mean?"
I haven't received a response yet, there are two dazzling beams hitting the flat ground, as if they can break through the vast water vapor, flying like a sharp arrow!
I opened my eyes wide and stood there, watching a white bmw with an arrogant whistling sound, rushing towards me at a terrifying speed!