The melodious and distant military music gradually ceased, the crisp gunshots echoed in the air, shuttled through the dense raindrops, and the birds around the plaza were combing wet feathers.
It seems that the weather is not always very good during the funeral, and the swirling and cool rain is like God is crying. On the cold and rainy day, President Pabble's speech in front of the battlefield cemetery was probably the only warm color. His speech touched many people, comforted many people, and made many people cry.
After the funeral of Xilin Tiger, His Excellency the President did not rest, and immediately met with the real power figures of the Zhong family and had lunch with them. In the middle of the night, he summoned Tian Dabangzi and several officers of the Youth Zhuang faction from the Xilin Military Region. The meeting lasted for three hours.
The next day, two of the three reorganized mechanics who forcibly entered the capital of Sunset State and declared military control withdrew to the barracks, and the old house in the second Wei district finally opened its door again. Those who received some kind of promise from Mr. President, chose Compromise and Peace.
After President Pabble's unremitting efforts to mediate, Xilin's tense situation that was about to explode was finally eased.
To ensure the stability of the Xilin Region, the Zhong family, whose hearts are fluctuating and undercurrents surging, must be appeased. Some interests can be sacrificed, and some limits can be conceded. After all, those conceded interests have never really belonged to the federal government.
The federation will never give clear advice on who will inherit the Zhong family's huge family property, only a hint of inclination is faintly revealed in the dark. For a long time in the future, the competition for the Zhong family's property will become more complicated, and it will definitely be brought to court.
But as long as it doesn't use troops and resolves it in a relatively peaceful way, it doesn't affect the rare good situation of the Federation, and it doesn't affect the imminent cosmic war, that's fine.
Compared with the ownership of the ancient bell company and those industrial groups, the real problem is the selection of the commander of the Xilin military region. The Zhong family has held the military power of Xilin for thousands of years. This is their biggest reliance and bottom line. Need support from the federal government, but will not let this bottom line out of the way.
Maybe take this opportunity to change something? It is impossible for Xilin people to agree to Du Shaoqing's entry into the Xilin Military Region Command, so who should be selected
President Pabble stood silently by the window, looking at the blue and silver sand beneath his feet and the rain threads all over the world, thinking about his trip to Xilin.
The top floor of the Venus Hotel is quiet, and the world outside the building is also quiet except for the sound of rain. This planet far from the capital star circle, after the tragedy, finally got a temporary relaxation, but the most powerful man in the Federation is still Can't find a moment to relax.
"No matter what the situation is, politicians should maintain absolute calm, so as to ensure that they are not overwhelmed by weakness, to ensure the correct decision-making, and to seek happiness and benefits for the majority of the people. But today I am in a bad mood, no I know if it's because of Commander Zhong's funeral."
President Pabble looked at the rainy sky and the faintly reflected shadow outside the glass curtain wall, and said in a deep voice.
A hand patted his left shoulder lightly, and the President's wife comforted him and said, "Sometimes there is no way to compromise."
Knowing that his wife must have misunderstood that he was frustrated by the decision to support another faction of the Zhong family, President Pabble smiled bitterly, patted the warm hand on his shoulder, and whispered to himself: "Sometimes we are Forced sacrifices may be far more serious than compromises.”
The president's wife looked at his back with some anxiety, and found that her husband seemed really depressed, she quickly changed the subject and said quickly: "My daughter called again yesterday, she is very concerned about the situation of Lieutenant Colonel Xu Le, what should I do? Reply?"
President Pabble thought of his daughter who was still plagued by depression, and of the young man whose life and death were unknown. A few traces of sadness flashed on his dark face, and he said in a sincere tone: "I can only pray for that guy's luck."
It was also raining in the S1 Capital Territory.
After watching the live broadcast of the funeral with a complicated expression, Master Du Shaoqing was silent and independent for a long time in the dark room, went to the bookshelf, took off the violin case, and started to play the violin.
The fresh violin music, in the hands that are no longer stable and slightly trembling, has become a little different. The notes that are struggling and colliding flow in the space, converge in one place, and then decide to separate, revealing a touch of sadness, very deep. The panic, the speechless confusion, the emotional complexity to the extreme.
The tune ended without warning. Du Shaoqing stared blankly at the green leaves outside the window that were being abused by the heavy rain. In the past, his straight posture seemed to be a little stooped, and he could never pick out the inappropriate military posture and appearance, but it was a little gloomy.
He suddenly gave a loud drink and smashed the precious violin against the window lattice with force, and the smashed glass shattered like rain splashing everywhere!
That night, Du Shaoqing scribbled a report on the results of the previous investigation, and at the same time attached his resignation report to the Office of the President's Residence, suggesting that Parliament Hill should continue to investigate the attack on the ancient bell.
In the early morning of the next day, he returned to S3 with several orderlies, to return to his own troops to prepare for the war with the Empire.
As long as the situation in Xilin settles down, the federal troops will aggressively attack the empire. After the imperial people shamelessly attacked the ancient bell, there was no force or faction within the federation that dared to block the determination of Mr. President and the military, otherwise the anger of the people would directly burn them to ashes.
The moment before boarding the battleship, Du Shaoqing suddenly turned around, took off his sunglasses, revealing his indifferent and proud face, looked at the capital city in the morning rain with a complicated expression, and suddenly asked, "There is no news about Xu Le yet. return?"
"Report to the teacher, there is no news."
Du Shaoqing put on his sunglasses again and was silent. Since wearing this pair of sunglasses back then, his reverence for the starry sky above his head and something deep in his heart is no longer so persistent. Once he starts to compromise, he may be forced to keep compromising.
It was this recognition that reminded him of Xu Le, a young man who made him feel very unhappy. Now the hardest stone in the Federation is also dead, which seems a pity.
It is somewhere far away from the living area of ordinary people in the Federation, a quiet manor between mountains and blue lakes. This manor belongs to the most low-key Nanxiang family among the seven great families. However, looking at the large area of the manor and the luxurious furnishings, what is the relationship between low-key and low-key?
"I heard that someone from the government said that the official residence is very happy to see Zhong Ziqi inherit the position of the head of the Zhong family?"
Nam Sang Mi clenched her fists and opened her bright eyes as she stared at her mother in shock, with a few strands of rain-wet black hair on her beautiful cheeks.
"In order to pacify the situation in Xilin as soon as possible, Mr. Zongchun made such a suggestion, and many people can think of it in advance. After all, the little girl from the Zhong family is too young and has always lived in Qixia Prefecture, while Zhong Ziqi has received most of the The support of the members of the Zhong family."
Mrs. Nan Xiang smiled and looked at her daughter. She knew very well why her daughter, who had insisted on living an ordinary life since childhood, suddenly returned home today and questioned the situation in the federation very rarely. This was naturally because the young man and the Zhong family The little princess has a very close relationship...
"Kezhong Fireworks is the legal heir." Nan Xiangmei shook her head in disbelief.
"Everyone in Xilin knows that Commander Zhong loves Zhong Ziqi very much, and many people regard that young man as the future owner of the Zhong family. In fact, from the point of view of us, the tiger seems to have some kind of intention to make him The history of the Zhong family's heir must end in S1. In this case, the government's choice of Zhong Ziqi may be in line with the tiger's last wish."
"I don't believe it." Nan Xiangmei shook her head firmly, "The government is not a kind-hearted person, and I know that the Tai family, the Lee family, and even our family have sent people to Xilin, and everyone's reaction is very strange."
After a moment of silence, Mrs. Nan Xiang replied calmly: "You are right. Zhong Ziqi cannot become an excellent family head in a short period of time. Maybe... Maybe this is a precursor to the first collapse of the Seven Family's family. In this case, the Sixth Family must first enter Xilin to seek benefits."
"The Zhong family is destroyed, what's the benefit to other families?" Nan Xiangmei asked sadly, "Aren't the elders of the family as clear as I am about the relationship between lips and teeth?"
"The Zhong family has always been on the edge of the Seven Great Families system. There is no marriage between him and us, and there is no profound entanglement of interests. More importantly, if the Zhong family is really going to decline, the great energy released when it is like a black hole disperses, We can't just sit back and watch it get absorbed by the government."
Nan Xiangmei frowned, looked at her mother sadly and said, "I heard that you and Mrs. Zhong were good friends back then, can't you do something for her daughter?"
"You don't understand, everything is for profit, for survival."
Mrs. Nan Xiang's eyes drooped slightly, and after being silent for a long time, she continued: "A behemoth like the Seven Great Families, even if it declines and collapses, it can't be a short period of time. This long process may last a whole calendar year. It is also possible that the Zhong family will suddenly be revived in the middle of the day, just like the history after they were almost destroyed in Donglin."
"But in the face of this unprecedented situation, everyone must devote themselves to it, to grab benefits and strengthen themselves, otherwise the next decline may be our own turn."
Nam Sang-mi didn't express any more opinions on this issue, but just looked at her mother with disappointment and sadness.
Mrs. Nam Sang raised her head and looked worriedly at her daughter, who had lost a lot of weight, and knew where her disappointment and sadness came from—this was affection, this was the house of love, this was seeking the last thought, but Mrs. Nam Sang After all, nothing was said.
Returning to Nan Xiangmei in her own courtyard in Houhu Lake, she sat quietly and sadly by the window, watching the countless small circles hit by the rain on the lake, and remembered the same circles she saw on the Linyuan pond that day.
These days, it seems that it is raining on the land of countless planets in the entire Federation, making people feel depressed and gloomy.
Nam Sang Mi glanced at the phone in her hand and pressed a string of numbers with her trembling fingertips. After getting this phone number from Li Xiaotong, she has not called once. Today is the first time, but there is no sound on the other end of the phone.
Crystal teardrops fell from the front of the eyelashes, more and more, strung into a bead curtain, dripping to the ground, she stretched out her hand to wipe it, but more tears poured out from her fingers.
Chapter 268, The Journey of Xilin, Volume Three At least the two sides of the family will not break out of a fierce and uncontrollable armed conflict for the time being. Some of those scrambles centered on big interests have dived into the bottom of the deep sea, brewing endless pressure, and some have surfaced above the blue waves, and they have begun to move towards legal solutions.
The huge industry, including the ancient bell company, which belongs to the Zhong family's family property and which belongs to the private property of the old house in Wei Er District, countless complicated legal terms and limits of authority, are enough to make the judges of the entire Xilin region feel difficult. Many thought the case might go all the way to the Supreme Court.
The federal government and the military do not want to see this situation continue for too long. After all, the cosmic war is about to come, and the forces of all parties are vaguely sending out vague, but enough information to make the parties very clear. It's not good news for the little girl in the old house.
The government hopes that the chaos in Xilin will end as soon as possible, and the military hopes that the issue of the jurisdiction of the Xilin troops will be dealt with immediately after the civil issues are resolved, while the six families hidden in the shadows are indifferently watching and waiting for the Zhong family. The aftermath of the split, the most powerful forces in the entire federation, due to their different considerations, pushed the situation to develop in a certain direction...
Although the federal judiciary claims to be absolutely independent, in the face of such terrifying pressure, the so-called independence can only guarantee some procedural fairness on the surface.
The three jurisdictional disputes that have been held in succession within more than ten days have been unfavorable to the Zhong family's old house. The legal advisers of the old house and those famous lawyers in Xilin couldn't help but feel a little helpless in the face of this situation.
Under this circumstance, on an ordinary street in the afternoon of Sunset State, a law firm named Xizhou opened quietly. No one noticed that it only had three offices, and there was no one in the industry. Reputable law firm.
No one knows that the first business this Xizhou Law Firm sought after opening was actually the Zhong family's old house in the Second Wei District.
"If I heard correctly, what do you mean by saying that this law firm called Xizhou wants to represent Miss Zhong Yanhua in all future legal affairs?"
The staff of the Zhong family's old house looked at the young lawyer who had just graduated from the university in front of him, with a very strange expression on his face.
The young man on the opposite side was a little restless. He must have known who Miss Zhong Yanhua was, and should also know what kind of situation the current Zhong family was in. The other party actually wants to represent the lady in all legal affairs? This is a ridiculous request. Is the boss of this law firm a little dizzy and trying to use this clown-like request to make a name for himself
"Do you know how many barristers are serving the young lady? Do you know what status these barristers hold in Xilin's judicial circle? Do you know that even the famous lawyer He of S1 is coming to Xilin at this time? On the journey?"
The staff of the Zhong family looked at the young lawyer across from them, frowned and said, "How dare you, a newly established law firm, dare us to choose you instead of using these big lawyers?"
The young lawyer rubbed his hands nervously, and explained with a trembling voice: "I also know... It seems that I can't explain it. It's just the partner of the firm who asked us to get this business."
He suddenly thought of something, and hurriedly took out a plant fiber paper business card from inside the clothes, handed it over respectfully, and said, "We are a small firm, and the boss has no intention of developing partners for the time being."
The staff of the Zhong family took this expensive business card, looked at the name on the business card, frowned slightly, and turned to leave.
In less than a minute, the staff member hurried back, looked at the young lawyer in disbelief, and said, "Colonel Tian said that he hopes to meet with the boss of your firm as soon as possible, as for what you just mentioned. … All legal affairs of the old house will be handed over to you Xizhou Law Firm from today.”
Tai Zhiyuan stood in the narrow office of the law firm, looking at the traffic outside the window, a smile appeared on his thin and pale cheeks.
A month ago, he came to Xilin, quietly watching the tragic comedy drama that happened, but did not make any sound.
According to the life plan suggested by his mother, according to the self-consciousness he cultivated at a very young age, he should have stayed in the army at this time to seek military exploits in the war against the empire in the future, and then enter the civilian grassroots to accumulate experience, and finally officially officially Going into politics, choosing an important and symbolic state to serve as a state legislator, rather than opening a small law firm in the quiet civic neighborhood of Sunset State, as it is now.
He did not give up his first life plan: to become the youngest federal president in history, but against his mother's wishes, he chose another path that may be more difficult to take.
To be a successful lawyer and then to go into politics, he admits that he was really influenced by Mr. President's life experience. To become a successful lawyer, you need to fight a major lawsuit with representative significance. Looking around the entire federation, in the past few decades, which lawsuit will be more important than the lawsuit for the Xilin Zhong family
The success or failure of this lawsuit is beyond the lawsuit. The sudden appearance of Xizhou Law Firm is undoubtedly a strong warning to the federal government, to another faction of the Zhong family, and to the rest of the family.
Because this seems to represent Mochou Houshan's attitude.
However, in fact, this is the first time that Tai Zhiyuan has been independent from Mochou Houshan and has spoken out to the entire Federation, completely violating the lady's decision.
Tai Zhiyuan looked out the window and smiled without saying a word. Maybe no one in the universe can defeat his mother, but he didn't worry about anything. His bloodline was only left in the family's seven generations, and his mother couldn't look at him because of anger. After wasting time, in this war between mother and son, the son will always win a natural victory.
Of course, in order to gain the understanding of his mother and the full support of his family, he also made a great compromise. The date of engagement was finally determined in the autumn of the following year.
He is still the clear-headed, calm, and naturally proud prince, but he suddenly changed his life plans and made such an important decision... Even he himself doesn't know if there is some sense of responsibility, some kind of responsibility that emerges inexplicably deep in his heart. Wanting to do what he wants to do for a dead friend, or just a taste of what it's like to be alive like that guy
Tai Zhiyuan looked up at the sky, sighed softly, and said softly in his heart, "You finally became a goddamn hero."
"But do you know how many people in the Federation are mocking your stupidity, your vain individualism, and even angrily accusing you of unreasonable revenge."
"I really don't understand what these people are angry about. Haven't they ever noticed that your brain is sick?"
Tai Zhiyuan coughed twice, took out the medicine bottle, poured it out and swallowed it, without drinking water, then stroked his chest and panted for a while, and finally calmed down, his cheeks gradually turned rosy.
In fact, over the years, he has not had a very close relationship with that guy. The fake warm and indifferent appearance cultivated by the family since childhood, the natural gas that has been nurtured by the glory of the royal family, and the guy's angular, angular temperament. There are some clashes, even if we don't see each other, we won't miss each other. When we meet occasionally, the peace spreads slowly like a small stream.
However, once we never see each other, I think that the only friend in my life is gone...
He's always a little sad, he thinks that's all.
"I want to eat scallion pancakes today." Tai Zhiyuan turned around and said to Butler Jin, who was standing at the door of the office respectfully, then subconsciously paused and smiled inexplicably.
Congee and scallion pancakes, the battle in the library seems to have happened many years ago.
In recent days, the Federal News Channel has broadcast the heroic and powerful revenge of the Charter Bureau triplane on the Empire's side.
The funeral of Commander Zhong and his wife was held, as was the funeral of the officers and soldiers killed by the ancient Bell, but Xu Le's funeral was not mentioned due to the strong opposition of some people.
The charter's radiant tentacles that traveled through the space channel had long been unable to find Xu Le's chip pulse, and it was determined that this person was dead, but many people in the federation were still waiting hopelessly, waiting for some kind of miracle to happen.
But if miracles happen too many times, it can't be called a miracle. Different seasons on different planets have passed, and there is still no news from there.
For the majestic cosmic war that is about to kick off, the Federation is making careful and intense preparations. In this context, under the strong pressure of the federal people's fanatical collective consciousness, many disputes have been temporarily suppressed. Fatty Tian, Madman Li, and Crown Prince Tai also had to make all kinds of compromises. An atmosphere of harmony and common light, going through difficult times and sacrificing for the overall situation enveloped countless galaxies. At this moment, there are always some people who are easily Think of a guy who never seems to know compromise and has no big picture.
By the Philadelphia Lake, Jian Shui'er, with black hair hanging down behind her shoulders like a waterfall, stood quietly in the morning light, standing behind the old man in the morning light, after a long silence, she raised her beautiful face slightly, with a smile on her face. Not knowing whether it was inherited from her father or her biological mother, she said seriously: "I know why the Federal Fleet rejected my application, and I can also guess why you are so serious about preventing me from having even the slightest chance to enter the Empire, it must involve me. life experience."
"I have always had a lot of things that I don't understand about the victory military operation on planet 5460. Xu Le promised me to investigate, so I didn't ask you, but now that he is dead, I think I should be able to directly treat him like him. Ask the question."
The turbid eyes of the federal army god Lipif blinked slightly, and he looked up at the strange peaks on the other side of the lake. A meaningful smile appeared on his wrinkled face, as if he was somewhat relieved by the girl's brave question.
However, he still did not answer this question after all, and after a moment of silence, he turned the topic to another aspect: "I also have a question that I still can't understand, how can a person like your father educate a child like Xu Le? The revenge from morning to night should have nothing to do with his impulsive character, but sometimes the decisions he makes, even I can't understand. This child's behavior is so calm, why is the love and hate hidden under his face so so clear?"
"I am very sorry about his death." Lipif had a calm face, and said in a serious tone, "I thought that in the years before his death, I could watch him grow up in a way that no one could have imagined. I didn't expect him to die in front of me."
"However," the old man quietly glanced at Jian Shui'er, who had a sullen face, and said, "All federal people who enter the empire are bound to die, but he may not. Of course... but not necessarily."
An asteroid with a shiny metallic luster is suspended in the universe. This is the most important forward base for the front line of the federal star field. It embodies the hard work and talents of generations of engineers of the Nutshell Company, and consumes the staggering huge budget of the federal government. , it is finally officially put into use at this moment. With this large information node as the hub, all the information nodes in this empty star field are connected together until they penetrate the space channel, providing a powerful force for the federal army to attack the empire. support.
The 1st Regiment of the New 17th Division has been stationed in this giant space base for three months.
With a greasy face, Da Vinci climbed out of the twisted pipe of the W-type engine, spat blackened saliva on the ground, took the cigarette case handed over by a comrade next to him, took out one and lit it, and then began to compare the techniques seriously. manual, and check whether there are any omissions in the previous inspection.
Since being trapped in the rescue capsule that day and watching the triplane leave with helplessness and sadness, the members of the seven groups have become much more silent than before. Train yourself seriously.
Although the men on the battlefield have long been accustomed to parting from life and death, this time it always feels a little different. Although the guy usually doesn't talk much, or even a little inconspicuous, he is missing such a leader who charges ahead and retreats behind. , I'm really not used to it.
Out of the corner of Da Vinci's eyes, he suddenly saw the figure of Magnolia, he immediately stood up and gave a standard military salute, then respectfully pulled out a cigarette and handed it over.
Magnolia shook her head, the black hair on her forehead fluttered, and her voice was a little cold: "I quit smoking."
Smoking cessation and relapse have a kind of self-hypnotic symbolic meaning for this excellent army killer. Now that the guy died irresponsibly, the Sanqi brand cigarettes seemed to have no taste.
When speaking, Magnolia never looked back. His left foot was habitually retracted as before, kicking on the wall, his head slightly drooping, and his sharp, blade-like eyes stared somewhere under the cover of black hair.
There, Shang Qiuzheng was leading the staff of the Nutshell Engineering Department to carry out complicated data calculations. This beautiful and talented female engineer seemed to have no change from the past, her expression was calm, but her cheeks seemed to be thinner, but it became more delicate and pretty.
These days, Shang Qiu was working, working all the time, working non-stop, and other than that, he didn't do anything.
Under the long stone steps of the Parliament Hill, the vice-chairman of the Qinglong Mountain Committee, who had just finished a press conference and expressed his full support for the government's attack on the mainland of the Empire, left in a hurry under the protection of the agents of the Federal Secret Service, while Zhang, who was about to leave, left. Xiaomeng was surrounded by reporters.
"Ms. Zhang Xiaomeng, do you have any comments on Lieutenant Colonel Xu Le's unfortunate sacrifice?"
"It's just missing," Zhang Xiaomeng calmly corrected after a slight pause: "The Federation has not been able to confirm his whereabouts. As for me personally, I quite appreciate Lieutenant Colonel Xu Le's heroic behavior. As for some so-called heroism in the Federation society, reflection, which I think is rather rude and mentally retarded."
It was rare to block the beautiful spokesperson of Qinglong Mountain, and it was rare to hear her positive comments. The reporter was naturally overjoyed, and countless questions came. However, after Zhang Xiaomeng made a simple but direct comment, she never answered anyone's question and walked into her office on Parliament Hill.
The door of the office was tightly closed, and Zhang Xiaomeng sat quietly in the large chair with the pair of black-rimmed glasses on the table. For a long time, she did not make any sound or make any noise, but her body gradually loosened weakly. Like a person who has been tired for many days, suddenly it is difficult to suppress the heavy feeling of exhaustion deep in the body.
"This boring and hypocritical woman."
In the forest garden on the outskirts of the Capital Special Administrative Region, there is a window by the table with running water. The two young men and women sitting across the table watched the scene in front of the Parliament Hill just played on the TV light screen, and made the same comment with contempt.
Then the two of them froze for a moment at the same time, Shi Qinghai's charming peach blossom eyes flashed a hint of luster, accompanied by the violin playing outside the restaurant, he said in harmony to the woman across the table: "Look, we can still find a lot in common after all. Yeah, don't you really think about it? Or... we can try to have some more intimate contacts to find out what it was like to be young."
"Although I am already a mother, I have never felt old." Zou Yu gave him a cold look and said, "What disgusts me is that the life and death of that guy are unknown, yet you are still in the mood to chase women... Is the friendship between your men as disgusting as the friendship between those young ladies?"
After saying this, she lowered her head and carefully fed the delicate food into the little boy's mouth. Today, Zou Yu wore a loose red flowing cloud dress, and the smooth back skin showed a large amount of radiance. There was still a bright red flower pinned to the temple, but it was not tacky at all.
Shi Qinghai glanced at the beautiful little boy who looked like a porcelain doll across the dining table, smiled slightly, and then said very sincerely, "Because he died, I want to live to him as well as I promised him before. "
After saying this, the two of them were silent at the same time, and then they started drinking non-stop. The amber-colored spirits were paired with three or two crystal ice cubes, and they poured them down one cup at a time. Zou Yu blushed gradually on the side of his eyebrows. He picked up two drops of wine with the tip of his little finger and put it to the little boy's lips.
Zou Liuhuo, who inherited his parents' excellent biological markers and stubborn temperament, has not yet mastered enough vocabulary, so when he is outside, the little guy is always stubborn and refuses to speak more. He curiously watches his mother bring it to his lips fingertips, carefully sticking out his tongue and licking it.
Zou Yu felt a little itchy, but his heart was warm, and he laughed happily, thinking of the self who was drunk in the night scene and used a cold appearance to cover up his loneliness and unwillingness, and reconfirmed that it was him who gave birth to this little baby. The right thing to do in life.
"You... what are you doing?" Shi Qinghai reprimanded a little angrily.
Zou Yu ignored him at all, and just kept teasing the cute son who was frowning but still refused to cry.
Shi Qinghai was a little boring, and he mocked himself and said, "That's right, the sons of our two alcoholics will always be a big alcoholic in the future."
"I remind you again," Zou Yu raised his head and stared at him, the charm on his beautiful face gradually faded away, "The name in the column of Liu Huo's father is Xu Le."
"I've never fought with the dead." Shi Qinghai spread his hands and suddenly said in a low voice, "But if this guy is still alive, it might still be fun to fight."
The two were silent again at the same time.
After thinking about it for a long time, Shi Qinghai finally said, "I am a professional skeptic. From the Medellin project to the present, I think there are still big problems."
"Brother Jiao... Secretary Jiao's suicide is indeed very problematic. You'd better check the file. I will provide what I can provide." Zou Yu replied without any hesitation: "But I believe that my father is related to this matter. It's irrelevant, and I must remind you that the Charter Bureau has terminated its investigation, which may be more complicated than you might think."
"It's always going to be checked, but we used to be two of us, but now that guy is dead, and I'm the only one left, but I believe that if he could still talk, he would definitely shout: Check it out! Check it out! "
Shi Gongzi smiled and said: "It really looks like an idiot, but we can't let that idiot die in vain, right?"
Hearing too many dead words, Zou Yu's depressed mood was finally uncontrollable, he put down the wine glass with a snap, stared into Shi Qinghai's eyes, and said with her characteristic cold and charming energy: "You will die eight hundred times and he will die. won't die!"
"Perhaps you know him better than I do." Shi Qinghai stood up and prepared to leave, and said with a smile, "You are right, that guy is either fighting or preparing to fight, how can he die so easily, maybe he doesn't know what to do now. Where to start his new journey."
"Of course." Zou Yu raised his beautiful face and said proudly.
Volume 4 Starlight fleeting years
Why is it like the protagonist in the play, the joys and sorrows are circling, why is it cold and how warm it is pretending to be. The world changes every day, the starlight can linger, the starlight… and fleeting years.