This call, a "hello", the voice is cold.
In fact, he was not ready for anything, so when he heard the "hello", he felt as if a drawing pin was stuck in his throat, and the whole body of sweat burst out.
Li Langyu lowered his eyes, didn't move for a long time, Cheng Hanliang didn't speak any more, a few sparrows stopped on the wire, flying around and flying away.
"It's me." After ten seconds, he finally opened his mouth, but it sounded like he had swallowed a stone.
There was still silence over there, Li Langyu held her breath, staring stiffly at the green curtain on the opposite side, he could see Cheng Hanliang's figure. After a while, the sound of a lighter came from the microphone, the man lit a cigarette, exhaled a string of smoke rings, and then sighed very briefly.
"I went to Guangzhou last week, and the kapok opened there."
Cheng Hanliang was not surprised at all, and he didn't ask him why he was here. He just said such a plain homely thing - "I want to see you again."
Li Langyu was startled, his right hand holding the pistol trembled, his eye sockets swelled, "What are you doing there?"
"You said last time that you wanted to go to the external affairs department of the bank. It just so happened that there were a few people there who could help. At least it will be smoother in the future."
"There is a house in my name on Baohua Road, Liwan District, and it's very convenient. You can live there when you go to Guangzhou."
"There is a family selling bamboo noodles within one kilometer of going out. The practice is different from that in the north. I don't know if you are used to eating it."
"The weather will be warmer, but the water and soil in the south support people. You'll like it there after a long time."
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He brought these trivial matters one by one, in a pleasant and calm tone, it seemed that no matter how turbulent the turbulence came into his mouth, it was nothing but "the breeze blowing the hills".
Hearing these words, the sour emotion in Li Langyu's heart immediately wrinkled. He embedded his nails in the palm of his hand, trying to use pain to smooth the sourness, but it was useless.
"I'm not going to Guangzhou," he heard himself say, "I want to stay here. Even if Guangzhou is a thousand or ten thousand times better than Peking, I won't go there. No, no..."
There is no one he wants to see, no Cheng Hanliang. This is the bottom of his heart, which has been hidden for a long time and told to himself.
Cheng Hanliang opened the curtain and opened the glass window, his eyes fixed on the thin young man.
"I'll give you everything you want. This is what I owe you."
He called it "owing", which made Li Langyu's eyes red for a while, and said in a pitiful voice, "You owe me more than this, I want you to pay it back, much more than this."
Cheng Hanliang held the half-burned cigar, looked at a few sparrows in the distance, curled up into balls the size of sesame balls, and said calmly: "Then do as he said, don't wait too long, your hands will grow."
Li Langyu's palms were wet and greasy, and the hard guns seemed to slip at any time, but he didn't care about them. He was surrounded by fear and mourning, and his resentment was powerless. Bullets came to break this mess.
He sniffed and said, "I'm not sure.".
"Master's disciples tend to keep a hand, but it doesn't teach real kung fu. In this regard, your father has no reservations about me, and I do the same with you."
These words cut off all the escape routes, leaving Li Langyu nowhere to go. At 4:55, the speed of the pointer was getting faster and faster, "click, click, click", as if someone was forcing it to speed up. He smiled bitterly and said, "Last year at the Guangzhou Stone Gambling Venue today, if I had taken a real gun with bullets, I would have killed you long ago. I would have killed you by then."
"You can do it today too." Cheng Hanliang affirmed him.
Li Langyu closed his eyes, and the pain was crushed between his brows like a rut. In an instant, he thought of a lot of things, some vague, some clear, and now all of them have supported the torrent and rushed towards him, starting from the big red on the seventh day of June. From the wedding banquet to the rainy Guangzhou cemetery, from finding white jade in the snow to lighting candles and talking at home, in addition to Cheng Hanliang, it is also Cheng Hanliang, how can these "debts" be paid off!
I can't figure it out for the rest of my life!
He cautiously said with a little bit of inconspicuous hope: "I have a sincere message, do you want to listen?"
Cheng Hanliang was slightly moved. After a long time, he snuffed out the cigarette butt, but said, "Forget it, give me a memory, but don't give me hope."
Li Langyu took a deep breath and looked at the bleak sky with extremely cold eyes. It was gray. This was not the coldest day in Peiping this year, but it still froze a sparrow on the corrugated roof.
Gunshots sounded.
He laughed a little painfully, and asked into the empty microphone, "Did I win this game?"
Chapter forty-six
The corpse was handled by Lianman. After repeated confirmation, the bullet hit the chest, impartial, and the person was indeed dead. She has the title of "third concubine", so the matter of cooking is justifiable. As for the cause of Cheng Hanliang's death, Qiao Guanglin said that it will give a decent result.
And all of this, from the beginning to the end, was only a matter of two days before the dust settled.
Qiao Guanglin kept his promise, the Cheng family was safe and sound, and Cheng Hanliang's death was only told to Cheng Lan, but there was a requirement that no funerals, no spiritual burial, and no filial piety were allowed within three years. This matter is a bit ugly to him, and it will fall into the limelight when it spreads out.
On Sunday afternoon, there were snow shavings in Peiping, and a predictable drop in temperature was imminent. The war between Liaoning and Shenyang was over, and the students here were in high spirits.
Li Langyu moved the charcoal stove into the house, climbed out of the ashes with a hook, and found a piece of charcoal to light it. It took about an hour to feel a little warmer. Xu Zhenru brought him new charcoal, and seeing that he had been so indifferent, he was a little angry: "It's the seventh day, and you're still embarrassed, making it seem like we owe you."
"Be nice to Aunt Bai, don't worry about other things."
Hearing this, Xu Zhenru threw all the charcoal brought under his feet. "You want to take revenge, the commander has helped you, you have to let your family go, and the commander has fulfilled his promise. If you have any dissatisfaction, you won't even say thank you." She touched the silver bracelet on her hand, thinking in her heart. She felt uncomfortable, and felt that she was being treated as an ass, and she cared about his opinion, probably from the day when her identity was revealed. Because of playing with her as a child, she had always been a little ashamed of the identity of the commander's aunt, thinking if she would help her. He has fulfilled his long-cherished wish for many years, and the scruples of each other can also be reduced a lot.
Li Langyu silently picked up the charcoal on the ground and added it to the stove one by one, as if driven by inertia. "Aunt Bai has a lung disease, you can spend more time with her, she has never given up looking for you, and Qiao Guanglin has long known your relationship. Take care of the people around you."
These words were neither cold nor indifferent, but they sounded like chasing guests. Xu Zhenru stared at his back, frowned, and suddenly said in a high-pitched voice, "That woman Lianman is right, you should be the son-in-law of the Cheng family. I've come out of love, I've never seen a worthless person like you, it doesn't matter how Master Fu died, anyway, you can wipe out all your grievances for that person now, whether he gave you a gu or a fascination soup, I despise you for making you so lost!"
Li Langyu's hand holding the charcoal slammed and stopped all movements. He slowly stood up and stared at Xu Zhenru. There was no fluctuation in his eyes, and he looked terribly calm. Xu Shi realized that what he said just now was inappropriate, and Xu Zhenru was frightened. She lowered her head and squeezed the handkerchief. I don't really believe it, you... just don't get angry."
She really wanted to take back those outrageous remarks, but at this time she heard a sentence—"Lian Man is right." She raised her head in surprise and heard Li Langyu calmly say: "I don't hate him anymore, I'm reluctant to kill him. ."
"You..." She opened her eyes wide, feeling incomprehensible, but the next sentence made her even more unbelievable.
"I like him."
Qiao Guanglin sent someone to find Li Langyu for some unknown reason. The man stuffed a few strands of tobacco into the pouch, took a sharp breath, and spat out a long string. Li Langyu didn't like the smell, and directly talked about Feng Shangyuan's follow-up. Ask him when he will be able to publicly confess the truth of the year.
Qiao Guanglin waved his hand and said that the matter is not urgent, "Look at the moment, everyone in and out of the city is concerned about whether to fight or not to fight this battle. As for me, I'm helpless, and it's not too late to wait until this hurdle is over."
Li Langyu was mentally prepared for his remorse, but he was still furious. Qiao Guanglin laughed lazily, "Don't be angry, I'm going to tell you something interesting, I'm sure it will surprise you." He waved his hand and motioned for Li Langyu to come closer. Point, say, about you.
"Cheng Lan was adopted by Cheng Hanliang, so do you know why he adopted her?"
"What's so strange, there were not so many people at that time, what's strange about adopting one."
Qiao Guanglin tapped the corner of the table with a cigarette stick, and said, "But most of the children adopted by others are five or six-year-olds. Why would he accept a child who is only ten years younger than him?"
Li Langyu pursed her lips without saying a word, and soon asked back, why
"I guess he has known Cheng Lan for a long time. Only acquaintances can make sense. He followed me ten years ago, but I didn't know that he adopted a girl until five years ago. This shows that he wants to hide." Qiao Guanglin Squinting at him, the corners of his mouth were a little proud.
Li Langyu stood in a light and shadow, the part of his face fell into the darkness, and he couldn't see it clearly. He squeezed out a sentence between his teeth: "So what?" But it seemed very far-fetched.
Qiao Guanglin took another puff of cigarette and said leisurely: "You can't be too stubborn, you have to learn to admit that you don't believe it. Think again, ten years ago, acquaintances, and I remember that Cheng Lan seems to be two years older than you."
These words were like the muzzle of a gun, instantly hitting Li Langyu's back, and within a few seconds, he felt that needles were stabbing him from head to toe.