"How did you get out? Didn't the babysitter stop you?"
"She sleeps very deeply at night, and your hoarse voice can't wake her up... Well, you know my dad is not here, right?"
Wen Liang smiled slightly: "My father has first-hand information about Secretary Xu's whereabouts, and I have second-hand information."
Xu Yao kicked her feet in annoyance, sending a few dead leaves flying. She seemed very dissatisfied with Wen Liang's distant address of "Secretary Xu". What she didn't know was that Uncle Wen would call her by her name in private, but he had restrained himself a lot in front of the little girl.
Xu Yao turned her head, looked at Wen Liang's profile, and asked, "Why did you take such a long vacation? Is there really something important to do?"
Wen Liang did not answer, but looked at the falling leaves in the distance. The reflection of the dim street lights in the air made it look like a golden rain.
It’s windy again!
After walking a few steps away, he sighed, "It is very important! Although I can't contribute much, I can't concentrate at school. It's better to stay at home. Whether it's good or bad, at least I can share the burden with everyone."
During this period, people came and went in the house every day, and her father's brows were getting more and more furrowed. She woke up several times in the middle of the night and sneaked downstairs. She could still see the light from the study and hear the suppressed and noisy voices. Xu Yao was very smart, so how could she not know that there was a problem in the city? But she couldn't ask, because she knew that even if she asked, the answer she would get would always be her father's majestic but kind black face.
Xu Yao couldn't let her father worry about her, so she pretended to be fine and went to and from school all day long, continuing to be the carefree little princess and the happy pill in everyone's eyes.
Leaving my mother and brother and insisting on going to Qingzhou to accompany my father, wasn't it just to show my filial piety and make his days in Qingzhou less lonely
"There's something going on in the city, right? There's something going on with my dad, right?"
Xu Yao suddenly tightened her grip on his hand and stopped walking, with lingering worry in her beautiful eyes. Wen Liang took her other hand, and the four held hands like this, facing each other, and said softly: "There is a problem in the city, all because of a few corrupt officials in the government, but Uncle Xu is absolutely fine. He is already the real boss of Qingzhou, with many loyal subordinates and the support of the provincial party secretary. Not to mention Qingzhou, even the entire Jiangdong Province, no one can do anything to him... It's good that he doesn't bully others, how could he be in trouble?"
Wen Liang was so smart that he must have had nine minds. He had just called him Secretary Xu, but now he immediately changed his words to Uncle Xu.
"Really?"
"Really, I promise!" Wen Liang's tone had never been so firm, just because the girl in front of him was Xu Yao!
Xu Yao's heart, which had been in her throat, slowly fell back, and she glared at him: "My father doesn't bully people..."
"Yes, yes, a good father will have a good daughter. Only our Miss Xu would bully others!"
"I will bully you, I will bully you..."
The little girl's thoughts came and went quickly. She believed Wen Liang's every word and knew that the boy in front of her had a different kind of mystery. Otherwise, how could an ordinary child intervene and finally settle the matter of Ji Su's father? Gu Wenyuan had such a family background and said such cruel words, asking Ji Su to cry and kneel to beg him. Hadn't he been honest all this time and failed to achieve anything
The worry that had been bothering her for the past few days quietly dissipated, and Xu Yao suddenly became lively again. She smiled and ran forward a few steps, raised her hands high, and turned lightly a few circles among the falling leaves. The golden leaves fell on her head, on her body, and on her palms, making the beautiful girl even more moving.
"What a nice view!"
The girl raised her head. The starry sky was so magnificent. Tonight, I, you, and this fallen leaf are here. I have never seen such a beautiful ginkgo forest!
Wen Liang kept smiling as he watched the girl's youth dancing freely like an elf. The feeling of gentleness hidden in the calmness was so wonderful.
Xu Yao moved backwards and whispered, "I recently read a poem. Can I read it to you?"
Wen Liang nodded, put his hands in his jacket pockets, and slowly followed her steps. The two of them walked forward and backward, keeping the same pace, walking on the path covered with yellow leaves.
"I have traveled from Jiangnan,
The face waiting in the season is like the blooming and falling of a lotus.
Without the east wind, the catkins won't fly in March.
Your heart is like a small lonely city,
Just like the bluestone streets at dusk,
There is no sound of footsteps, the spring curtain of March is not unveiled,
Your heart is a little window that is tightly shut.
My Dada's horseshoe is a beautiful mistake
I am not a returnee, I am just a passer-by."
A classic love poem written by Zheng Chouyu in 1954, which has swept more than a generation? Wen Liang had read it countless times in his previous life, but never once like tonight, when it gradually moistened his eyes and touched his heart.
Xu Yao's gentle voice echoed in the tall and empty woods. The girl in red was bathing in the moonlight. Her clear eyes reflected the boy's ordinary face, with a hint of lingering affection and attachment.
Many years later, recalling this night, the two boys and girls, one has amazed the time, and the other is still gentle with the years.
It is better to love or be loved than to love each other.
Wen Liang suddenly smiled, stretched out his hand, and made a very gentlemanly gesture: "Let's dance."
"Well, but I can't..."
"It's okay. I'll teach you. It's very simple. Put your hands here and relax your body. Okay, slowly, listen to my beat. One, two, ..."
"Ah, you stepped on me, you're such a bad master!"
"Well, actually I should have stepped on you twice in a row with my left foot, dancing the slow tango like a tango. Then I wouldn't have stepped on you. Next, one, two... um..."
"Did I step on you? Did it hurt?"
“No…it doesn’t hurt!”
After three times in a row, Wen Liang realized that this was not a solution and said, "Come, step on the instep, I will lead you."
Xu Yao bit her lower lip, her face flushed, and she carefully stepped her black leather boots onto Wenliang's instep. She put her hands on his shoulders and slowly buried her pretty face in his neck.
Their bodies pressed tightly together, the throbbing of their hearts weaving beautiful music. Wen Liang held her waist and whispered: "One, two, three, turn..."
The leaves are falling, the ground is golden, the steps have never stopped, happiness has never gone away. I only hope that our hearts can be connected and keep the eternal reflection in the ginkgo forest.
It is better to love or be loved than to love each other.
The van stopped not far from the ginkgo forest, and the two followed it in the dark, squatting at the foot of the wall near the entrance. Wen Liang and Xu Yao didn't walk far, and their figures could be seen from the entrance. As long as they were kept in sight, nothing would go wrong.
Soon the two squatting at the entrance saw two cars with the words "Public Security" painted on them driving over, and they hurriedly called An Baoqing. An Baoqing was still on the road, and after a moment's hesitation, he said, "You guys stay out of the way first. That's Liu Tianlai, don't meet him, I'll be there soon."
Liu Tianlai led five or six people down from the car. With the weak light, they could vaguely see two people dancing in the forest. In 1995, premature love was still a very serious topic. To exaggerate, it even concerned Xu Fuyan's face and reputation. This scene was obviously not suitable for outsiders to see. Liu Tianlai coughed lightly and said, "Don't go over there. Just look around. If there is anyone, just drive them away. Go ahead."
After everyone dispersed, Liu Tianlai lit a cigarette, leaned against the car and puffed out smoke, turning his head from time to time to look at the boys and girls in the forest, with a wry smile on his face.
The roar of the engine came from behind him. Liu Tianlai's expression changed, and his right hand had already touched his waist. In this changing situation, anything could happen, and he had to be on guard. A domineering black Land Rover off-road vehicle emerged from the darkness in the distance and stopped when it was more than ten meters away. An Baoqing got out of the passenger seat, and Liu Tianlai breathed a sigh of relief, and his right hand left the holster.
"Is he there?"
An Baoqing's first question was not polite, but directly asked about Wen Liang. Liu Tianlai threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stomped it out with his foot, pointed to the forest, and said, "What about it? It's safe and sound!"
An Baoqing looked in the direction of his finger, and was stunned for a moment. He quickly retracted his gaze, wiped the non-existent cold sweat, and smiled, "That's good!" He changed the subject and said, "It's been a while since I last saw Director Liu. Why don't you go to the Great World to have a rest? Don't be offended by our poor hospitality. You have to give me some face. Please don't take it as an offense."
Liu Tianlai laughed: "We've been busy lately. We are destined to work hard. When the higher-ups give an order, my legs are almost broken from running. You, Boss An, can't enjoy life every day like me."
"Still enjoying life? I'll be thankful if you don't lose all your money."
Liu Tianlai reached out and tapped him twice, then said with a smile, "You're crying poor, aren't you? Others may not know, but I do. Ever since Young Master Wen gave you those ideas, the business at the Great World has been so good these past two months that many people are envious. I've heard so many times that people say that you, Boss An, will soon be able to replace Gu Shitong's position in Qingzhou..."
This was purely a joke, no one would take it seriously. An Baoqing cupped his hands and said, "Who said this? Director Liu, you must tell me, if I offend Gu Shitong, can I still stay in Qingzhou?"
This was more of a joke, and the two looked at each other and laughed at the same time.
So on this late autumn night, the Godfather of Qingzhou and the Public Security Bureau Chief, one black and one white, two completely unrelated people, were willing to brave the cold wind and stand outside the ginkgo forest for the same purpose and the same people.
This is power!
From ancient times to the present, on the killing battlefields and bloody courts, from kings and generals to ordinary people, countless people have been pursuing nothing more than these two simple words.
You can ignore moral principles, you can trample on ethics, you can kill people all over the place, you can let blood flow like a river!
One general's achievement is the result of the sacrifice of thousands of soldiers. The throne is stained with blood, and the scepter is made of skulls. Even the small Qingzhou and the small power have caused so many people to fight for life and death, and the fight will not stop until one dies!
Wen Liang walked out of the woods carrying the sleeping Xu Yao on his back. He saw two people outside the woods at a glance and smiled faintly in his heart.