Although Jiang Fu took over Beicheng from Wen Xi, he has been in charge here for several years, so he naturally has considerable ability to protect the stability of the side.
A few years later, many upstarts gradually settled in the city. They coveted this prosperous North City with evil intentions, and secretly united to try to pull Jiang Fu, a big man, from his height.
Jiang Fu didn't bother to talk to them at first, but there would always be upstarts who sent people to make trouble on purpose, and then pestered him to invite him to drink after he passed by. During the banquet, he insinuated a subtle idea of dividing the power in the North City equally.
Jiang Fu naturally refused to agree. On the one hand, he wanted to protect the prestige that Wen Xi had worked so hard to build. On the other hand, he knew that once the power was diverted from one person, it would inevitably lead to more battles between dragons and tigers. At that time, the North City would no longer be stable.
After witnessing many times that Jiang Fu was soft and hard, those upstarts became more arrogant and took the opportunity to make trouble. Jiang Fu went to the east alley every day to deal with disputes, and also rushed to the restaurant in the west to find out the rumors of adulterated alcohol. It is also clear that most of them are deliberately found by the upstarts, but they have to rush there in person to prevent the people of Beicheng from falling into panic.
Deputy Cheng also helped him share half of the affairs. The two of them were busy with these tedious chores on weekdays, and they didn't see each other for several days.
Wen Xi never came back after he left that day. I heard that the incidents in the South were also very troublesome. Jiang Fu heard that the names of many big names rose rapidly and quickly declined, but fortunately Wen Xi's name has always been hanging. on top.
In the beginning, Wen Xi also called him a few times, and was not very happy when Jiang Fu asked about Yuan Chen, but said that he was not dead yet, and his bones were very hard.
Jiang Fu naturally knew that Yuan Chen would not die easily in his spiritual world, so he didn't ask any more questions when he heard that Xi was unhappy.
In the blink of an eye, four years have passed, and the upstarts in Beicheng have gathered people from somewhere, and Jiang Fu and Beicheng, who are isolated and helpless, have become their shackles.
The upstarts pretended to invite Jiang Fu many times, implying that he would give up the power in Beicheng, otherwise he would take it by himself by any means.
Jiang Fu didn't refuse their invitation every time, but once he mentioned this kind of thing, he just smiled and put off the past with a sloppy eye.
This day came back from the Hongmen Banquet again, Jiang Fu drank a lot of wine, and his hands and feet became weak after stamina.
The number of servants in the Wen Mansion has been reduced by half, and Cheng Fu didn't know where to go. Jiang Fu lay drunk on the sofa chair and refused to move. The servant was waved aside by him indiscriminately. , so he spread the quilt on the sofa chair on him.
Jiang Fu once told them that if they are drunk and insist on sleeping on the sofa chair, they don't have to worry about it, just put the quilt on and they can retreat.
In the quiet living room, there was only Jiang Fu's vague grunts. He was lying on his side on the sofa and fell into a deep sleep. When the Western-style clock by the wall pointed to one o'clock in the morning, the telephone on the small table suddenly rang.
The crisp sound rang for a long time, and Jiang Fu, who was awakened, poked his head out of the quilt and rubbed his eyes slowly. Just as his hands were exposed under the quilt, the phone quieted down again.
Perhaps thinking that he was dreaming, Jiang Fu, who was barely sleepy, closed his eyes and turned over, tilted his head and fell asleep again.
A few seconds later, the phone rang again, this time because he changed his sleeping position, the distance was very close, and it was noisy in his ears.
Jiang Fu frowned unhappily, stretched out his hand slowly and fumbled for the phone, took it off and put it to his ear, muttering and complaining.
"Brother... I'm going to bed, you... don't call..."
Only Wen Xi can call from the telephone in the mansion, so even if Jiang Fu is drunk and dizzy, he subconsciously feels that the call is from Wen Xi.
His voice was slurred, and when he was trying to speak, he would suddenly hiccup, and the smoky smell of alcohol seemed to float over there through the phone.
The person on the phone didn't say a word, and waited for him to finish speaking in silence before asking softly.
"you've been drinking?"
If Jiang Fu was sober, he would definitely be able to tell that this was not Wen Xi's voice. Although it wasn't, it was very familiar.
But now his mind is muddled, he still thought it was Wen Xi who was talking to him, he smiled foolishly, and muttered while holding the phone.
"I drink every... every day, those new rich come to me for a drink every day... force me to give up the North City..., how annoying! I want... to drink up all their wine... Get them all... away!"
After talking about it, he has already expressed bold words, but his drunken nasal voice is like a child talking nonsense, naive and cute.
The person over there seemed to laugh, and then echoed him gently.
"Okay, let's drink 'em up and drive 'em away."
"No, that's right!"
Jiang Fu smiled and shouted loudly.
He was drunk, his tongue was burning, he couldn't speak clearly, and he spit out inaudible words, and the man listened to him quietly and patiently.
When the drunkenness subsided a little, Jiang Fu seemed to wake up a little. He turned over again, held the phone in his arms like a baby, and asked the microphone in frustration.
"Brother...you, when will you come back? You are not here, Deputy Cheng is not here, Yuanyuan... Yuanyuan is not here, they...are, still messing around, I don't like this place...Only me A... a person... ”
He sniffled and whispered aggrievedly.
"I've been waiting this time for so long... It's been too long... Where is Yuan Yuan? Why, why haven't you come back to me... ."
His sadness was so obvious, like a wet knife piercing into the heart silently.
The person on the other side of the phone paused suddenly, and his peaceful breathing suddenly became chaotic like a boat on a rickety storm, wrapped in unconcealable pain and deep nostalgia.
"Soon, soon."
He repeated as if he was talking to himself, and after a few seconds of silence, his voice became decisive, as if he had made an extremely important decision in just an instant.
"In three days, within three days, I will go back to you."
Jiang Fu reacted vaguely for a while, and then retorted unhappily.
"I don't want you..I..I want Yuanyuan..."
The man smiled again, and he could feel his extremely happy mood through the phone. He patiently coaxed the drunk Jiang Fu, his soft voice was full of affection.
"Brother doesn't go back, Yuan Yuan will go back to find you, and Yuan Yuan will appear in front of you within three days."
His commitment was strong, as if it were real.
Jiang Fu grinned cheerfully, and kept asking uneasy questions.
"Really, really? Is Yuan Yuan really coming back?"
The man sighed softly, and replied lovingly and gently.
"Well, really."
Jiang Fu was coaxed more and more happily by him, holding the phone and babbling until he fell asleep again unknowingly, his thin breathing was like an obedient kitten, passing along the phone crooked on his chest. past.
The people over there listened quietly for a long time before hanging up the phone reluctantly.
When he woke up the next day, Jiang Fu thought he had just had an unreal dream, because sometimes he would talk to himself when he was drunk, so every time he came back drunk, he would not let the servants serve him, for fear that he would accidentally Will say something weird.
After putting the dropped phone back on the phone, he got up and went to the upstairs bedroom to wash up, while he was absent-mindedly thinking about last night's dream.
Wen Xi hadn't called for nearly half a year, and Jiang Fu couldn't get through, and Wen Xi would never bother him at such a late hour, so maybe the call last night was really just a dream .
He rubbed the space between his brows, trying to expel those distracting thoughts from his slightly aching mind, no matter what, defending Beicheng first is what he has to worry about right now.
Early the next morning, another batch of marine textiles was deliberately detained by the upstarts at the pier. Jiang Fu rushed over to communicate with them who had a tough attitude all day before returning to Wen Mansion exhausted.
He was exhausted physically and mentally, and after telling the servants not to disturb him, he went upstairs to the bedroom alone, and fell asleep after touching the pillow.
This sleep was very deep, the dark curtains blocked the light outside, and the illusion of not being able to tell the time made people sleep peacefully and peacefully.
Jiang Fu woke up once in the middle of the journey. He had a hazy feeling that someone was looking at him. The gaze cast over him was obsessive and nostalgic. It was a long-lost sense of familiarity.
Jiang Fu struggled to open his eyes in a daze, his heavy eyelids were mostly covered by thick eyelashes, and he could only vaguely see a tall figure near the bed.
In a trance, another cautious kiss fell on his forehead, his cheek was gently stroked, and the deep voice that came close to his ear was very gentle.
"It's okay, go on to sleep."
As if he had found a reliable support for falling asleep at ease from the brief guarantee, Jiang Fu rubbed the soft pillow, closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
The sleep this time seemed to make up for the light sleep I had had before, the heavy fatigue was swept away, every pore in my body was relaxed and completely stretched out, and even my mood improved a lot.
Jiang Fu squinted his eyes and stretched, then stepped on the ground to draw the curtains.
The bright sunshine rushed towards him through the floor-to-ceiling windows, Jiang Fu's whole body was warmed by the sun, and even the depression and obscurity of the past few days were all evaporated.
He rested his forehead against the cool window, staring at the empty city alley in the distance in a daze.
Because he was too tired before going to bed, he took off his outer clothes, and now he was only wearing a thin white shirt and trousers. The skin covered by the beam of light became more and more transparent, almost disappearing in this place. The room is full of splendor.
The sound of the door being pushed open behind him made Jiang Fu slightly frowned. He had told the servants not to enter his bedroom casually, but seeing that he was in a good mood now, he just said lazily without looking back. .
"You don't need to serve here, go out, remember to knock on the door next time."
The door closed with a click, but the sound of leather shoes stepping on the floor was getting closer and closer. Jiang Fu finally realized that this was not his servant, and suddenly turned around and asked with a serious face.
"Who dares... ..!"
The man in front of him was dressed in dark blue clothes, with a straight figure, broad shoulders and long legs, handsome eyebrows and deep eyes, and thin lips pursed into a cold straight line.
Although his appearance was impeccable, the indifference and sternness exuding from his whole body seemed to seep from the cracks in his bones, and there was a faint smell of blood, which made people dare not approach him.
He stared fixedly at the stunned Jiang Fu, his condensed expression was like melting snow, and he let out a gentle smile inch by inch.
The bone-eroding longing was ground into shallow sighs in the years of isolation.
"I'm back."
I'm back to save you.
Jiang Fu looked at him blankly for a while, blinked slowly in disbelief, and then spoke in a very low voice.
"Is it really you,... Yuan Yuan?"
As if he was afraid that he would have a beautiful illusion in the morning, he lowered his head and rubbed his eyes again, pursed his lips and stopped talking.
A pair of heavy black boots gradually appeared in the narrow line of sight, the man's legs were long and straight, his deep breath was amazingly scorching, and his low voice was like a sigh.
"Second Master, I miss you so much."
He leaned over slightly, like a loyal large dog, embraced the silent Jiang Fu in his arms, as if he had crossed thousands of rivers and mountains and finally returned to his longing hometown.
And in that hometown, there are people who have been waiting for him for a long time.