"You're the one..." Zhang Meizhen hesitated for a while. She was out every day and night, and she didn't go to the pet store when she had nothing to do. For a while, she only felt that the little girl was familiar and didn't associate the person in front of her with the killer who singled out Yang Ping.
There was a sudden sound of frogs in the artificial lake, and the soil around the water turned fishy, quietly—Zhu Qiao, standing a few steps away, a small face with a plain face to the sky, white as if it had sucked up all the surroundings. Light. Her eyes passed over Zhang Meizhen darkly and fell on Yang Lao.
Yang Lao slowly stood up.
He changed his cane. It was neither a green bamboo stick that had been handed over to the police station nor a solid wood stick bought by his granddaughter, but a plastic four-legged stick. When he poked it on the ground, four small holes were left. If the finely crafted walking stick has the style of an "old gentleman", then this "walking coat hanger" is completely decadent.
The voice of Lao Yang's gang leader's panting became louder, and the pair of lungs on his chest became an old bellows. He said weakly: "I didn't expect that Zhu Cong's child's children are so old."
Zhang Meizhen's face changed, and she subconsciously reached out to block the old gang leader Yang. She was a little nervous. She was taking care of patients in the hospital. Of course, she couldn't carry any murder weapon on her body. The only thing that was related to metal was the door key.
Taking a step forward quietly, Zhang Meizhen grabbed Lao Yang's arm and stepped back with the bench as a barrier.
A few decades ago, these two were one of the five most respected people, and the other was the ever-changing Beiruo Master of the Walking Foot Gang, both of which could make people daunted when they turned on their hands.
I didn't expect Laolai to be confused by a little girl of seventeen or eighteen years old.
It can be seen that it is not only "fame and fortune" that turns around empty.
Personnel are metabolized, and exchanges become ancient and modern.
Lao Yang pulled out his arm, waved at Zhang Meizhen, looked at Quietly calmly, and said, "My granddaughter called someone in the afternoon, I just heard a little bit, I heard that you are alright, just released from the police station, I At that time, I thought, this child should come to me."
Quietly took out her phone, typed in a few words, and let the mechanical voice speak for her: "Are you waiting for me here on purpose?"
Old Yang replied in a warm voice, "There are so many people in the yard, and it's not convenient to say anything. I just passed by carpooling with people, and I suddenly thought, get out of the car and have a look. If you come, it's a good talk. Don't worry, Meizhen's cell phone has been out of power long ago, right?"
Zhang Meizhen: "… "
She also wanted to make a mystery and scare the other party away, but before she had time to brew, the old confused teammates demolished the stage first.
Lao Yang sighed: "Girl, what's your name?"
"Zhu Qiao."
"Oh, Zhu Qiao... Come and sit down and talk," Lao Yang waved at her, sighing tremblingly, "I can't stand anymore."
She didn't pass by quietly, a complicated look flashed on her face - she likes small animals, and has a somewhat weak nature. When she met a big bad guy like Yang Ping, she could still show her minions to fight, but facing the two old people who had been pushed to the cliff by the years, she didn't know what to do, so she could only grit her teeth and hold up one. The fierce little face said in the cold mechanical voice of the mobile phone: "What do you have to say?"
Lao Yang was silent for a while: "In my whole life, I have had a lot of face, and I have been in a mess. I am full of benevolence, righteousness, and morality. I always think of myself as a saint, and I don't want to be a person. Therefore, in the past 90 years, as long as I encountered human torture, I did not pass a single pass. Wrong and wrong. My wife followed me, and I didn't have a happy day. My son was a disaster. I wasted half a century with the people I love, and I missed my whole life. The beggar gang is in my hands. Save."
Zhang Meizhen was slightly shocked and looked down at him.
Old Yang squinted and looked at the lake: "I've always been a good teacher, I'll educate the younger generation when I get the chance, and ask them to calm down and not be fascinated by the dust. In fact, the younger generation understands more than me, and I'm the one who's fascinated by the dust. man."
Quietly gritted his teeth, the phone sent out a cold question: "Sect Master Yang, I only ask you one thing, eighteen years ago, why did you expel Yang Ping from the Beggar Gang?"
The gravel roads in the park twist and turn, and every landscape looks similar. In the dark lights, Yu Lanchuan and Yu Yan turn like flies without their heads when they hit the flashlight. As he turned around, he briefly introduced the old and new grudges between the Beggar Gang and the Xingjiao Gang to Yu Yan in a few words.
Yu Yan didn't say a word after listening to it for a long time, and after a while, he said with emotion: "Although the Beggar Gang helped us a lot a while ago... But it's better to ban it."
Yu Lanchuan clawed at the phone screen to identify the direction, ignoring him.
Yu Yan also expressed his opinion: "I found that a lot of things have developed to the end, and the rest are definitely not intangible cultural heritage, but feudal dross - you see, you guys can neither defend the home nor the country, nor can you go overboard. , When a martial arts instructor lacks artistic aesthetics, a good traditional culture has no value to society at all. All the unique skills have been lost, and two classic themes in traditional martial arts novels have been preserved: one is the struggle for power and power. Boss, one is to use any means to grab the secret recipe. Sure enough, the sugar cane chewed to the end, and all that was left was slag.”
"..." Yu Lanchuan didn't answer, and suddenly said, "Old gang leader Yang is actually a bit old-fashioned, because there are too many bottom-line principles, and I haven't had a few good days in my life. Wei Huan said that he killed people and silenced them. Objectively speaking, I think Impossible. But... does Yang Ping know what he did?"
Does he know that his only son, Yang Ping, once framed the same family for his own selfish interests, killing him
Yu Yan smiled bitterly and said, "Lan Ye, we both went to school together when we were young, and it was me who copied your test papers. You are so smart, why do you ask me?"
Will the highly respected Yang Lao gang leader, knowing that Yang Ping's sin is unforgivable, still cover a piece of brocade in order to save his son's life
Zhang Meizhen by the lake rushed in front of Lao Yang and said, "Because Yang Ping happened to be driving the elevator at 111 at the time, I moved back to 111 to stimulate him, that kid was a little crazy, and his wife and children didn't dare to come back at home. At home, even outside, several times in person and behind my back, they told me that they would not make it through this year, and they even tried to break into my home with a murder weapon..."
"Meizhen," Lao Yang interrupted her softly, "that's what happened, but it's not the reason at all."
Zhang Meizhen's eyes twitched.
"Knowing son Mo Ruofu, more than 30 years ago, a fire broke out here. Several brothers' homes were destroyed, and I was devastated." Lao Yang said, "Afterwards, Yang Ping approached me privately several times, every time They all pretended to be distressed and forced me to 'give my brothers an explanation', and I knew that he had to intervene in this matter. But I didn't dare to investigate."
The back of the hand quietly holding the phone jumped out of the blue veins.
"Your grandfather didn't dare," said the old gang leader Yang, "they unanimously pointed their finger at the Xingjiao Gang, and the crowd was so excited that they avoided talking about all the doubts in this matter... For example, how could so many people be ignorant of ghosts? Was kidnapped by someone unwittingly? Your grandfather has always been respectful and reserved, he didn't drink alcohol that day, and he was very dissatisfied, so he should have talked to me privately, why did he attack at the martial arts conference without saying hello?"
Zhang Meizhen understood what he meant, and looked down at Lao Yang in disbelief.
Lao Yang: "Because this incident was a fake drama that they directed and acted in the beginning, in order to force me to draw a clear line with the Xingjiao Gang. I didn't expect that something went wrong in the middle, the fake drama was really done, and it became a tragedy..."
Quietly: "You are talking nonsense!"
The old gang leader Yang said calmly: "How dare I talk nonsense here, this is a big joke made by the beggar gang themselves!"
Zhang Meizhen: "You... over thirty years ago..."
"There are two nine-sack elders of the Beggar Gang, more than a dozen backbones, and half of the Beggar Gang. It's already so tragic, how can I dare to pierce that layer of window paper? I know there are ghosts and ghosts, but I can only To deceive myself and put more paste on it, to paint the peace. Mi-jin, I told you at that time that I was a coward... and I was telling the truth."
Zhang Meizhen was speechless.
"Yang Ping broke into your house with a murder weapon that night, and you happened to be out on business. Brother Yu shot him and took him to me, saying that Yang Ping didn't know what went wrong in his practice, and he meant to go crazy. Let me take a good look at it. I just found out that he had learned an evil art from nowhere. I locked him up in a fit of rage and accidentally intercepted a letter sent to him." Lao Yang rubbed the plastic repeatedly. The tip of the cane, "It's a letter for help. On the first page, it says 'Zhu Cong is about to find us, and there is a killer of Wan Muchun beside him, what should I do?'"
"When I read this letter, I was struck by lightning. Things I didn't dare to think about back then, things I dreamed about in my nightmares, have all come true. Yang Ping... is crazy! I went to him and asked him what was going on."
Yang Ping sneered and said to him at the time: "What, Dad, didn't you guess this long ago? Now I'm just pretending to be pure."
Yang Qing's face was ashen, but he couldn't refute.
"Well, since you've been kept in the dark and innocent, and you've only heard the truth now, then you can kill me now." Yang Ping said indifferently, and smiled at him strangely, "Wait a minute. , you will never send me to the police station to surrender, right? Help master, if this matter starts from the beginning, it will be unclear. Only one old man Zhu died in the past, but there are a lot of people who are not dead! The gang took the pension, and one by one they were helping Reed's high reputation. The disciples and grandchildren felt that they had sacrificed too much for the beggar gang's family. But there is no face to live."
Yang Qing raised his head and glanced at the dim night: "But I... After all, I'm just such a son."
Zhang Meizhen turned her head to the side, tears streaming down her face.
Yang Ping has been brought by his father since his infancy, and was raised by Yang Qing.
Yang Qing always felt that he owed a lot to this son. From the beginning, he could not have a normal family. It was when he was growing up and growing up that he was "beaten" as a father. Being implicated by himself, Yang Ping suffered enough, his height did not grow up, and his heart was twisted.
Yu Lanchuan and Yu Yan finally followed the navigation and touched them. When they saw that the three were sitting and standing, they seemed to be at peace with each other, and just breathed a sigh of relief.
Yu Yan raised his leg and walked over: "Old Yang, you guys..."
Before he could say hello, he heard Yang Qing muttering: "I can't do it, I'm really... I'm sorry to you."
Despite being psychologically prepared, Yu Lanchuan and Yu Yan were still on the spot.
Quietly and suddenly shouted, a cold light flashed from his mouth, and was heading towards the back of Lao Yang's head. Zhang Meizhen saw it out of the corner of the eye, and it was too late to react.
At this moment, there was a soft sound of "clang" in the air, and the razor blade collided with the thin needle that was quietly sprayed out of its mouth. Yu Lanchuan grabbed the quiet arm.
Before the small needle in Quietly's mouth was finished, he turned back and gave him a sip. Yu Lanchuan turned sideways, and the fine needle rubbed the bridge of his nose, almost breaking his appearance. Quietly and without knowing where, he pulled out a dagger, mercilessly slashed at him and grabbed his hand, after forcing him back, he sprayed two small fine needles in a row.
Yu Yan threw the baton to him: "Next!"
Yu Lanchuan was stabbed into a hedgehog by her, and smashed the knife in Quietly's hand with a stick, quietly knowing that he could not beat him, his eyes were red with blood, and the last thin needle had been loaded. At this moment, a small wind came from behind, and before it was too late to turn around, someone caught his neck from behind and was forced to raise his head.
Yu Lanchuan's stick smashed down her knife, and the hand that stuck to her neck stuck into her mouth, biting it down quietly and fiercely, but the finger seemed to feel no pain, and she could not help but unload the hidden weapon in her mouth—