The Plough

Chapter 71

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"He You'an, dead?"

Ling Shu felt an unreal trance.

The beginning of everything came from He Youan.

Ling Shu first saw her at a banquet at the consulate.

This indescribably beautiful woman is like a gem under the light, no matter which facet it is flipped, it is so dazzling.

Her beauty lies not only in her appearance, but also in her temperament, speech, and demeanor. If all women are different poems, then He Youan is undoubtedly the most beloved one written by Tagore.

At that time, Ling Shu would never have thought that this woman would have an intersection with him, triggering a series of subsequent stories.

In this story, there is the domineering Shen Shiqi, Lu Tongcang, who can't get what he wants, Jiang He, who is called Lu Tongcang's subordinate but has extraordinary ability, and Mr. Cheng, who has a mysterious origin, and even gets involved in the middle. Ling Shu and Yue Dingtang, who have nothing to do with the story.

All of them are men surrounded by He Youan.

The more Ling Shu digs down, the more he finds that this story has bizarre twists and turns, and the love entanglements he thought were all overturned.

He Youan's layout and purpose seem to have far exceeded his imagination.

But now, the source of all entanglements, He Youan is actually dead.

Ling Shu's curiosity was like a stone that was thrown high into the air, but it still refused to fall and had nowhere to rely on.

"Is it a mistake? Or is it a fake death to escape?"

Yue Dingtang shook his head: "Many people went to Longhua Airport to see him off, and watched He Youan and Mr. Cheng get on the plane. Not long after the plane took off, it exploded and crashed while still in the sight of everyone. I rushed over to see that some people were still dead. Yes, it's just incomplete, He Youan and Mr. Cheng's are also found."

In this case, nine times out of ten, there is no mistake.

Ling Shu still couldn't recover until Yue Dingtang stuffed a cup of hot water into his hand.

Only then did he realize that Jiang He had already left at some point.

"Where's Jiang He?"

It turned out that Jiang He said before that he didn't need to kill him because of the sudden death of Mr. Cheng.

This news of death must have disrupted everyone's plans, and even the killer who came to chase and kill them, I'm afraid that the group is now leaderless and hastily retreated.

"Let's go, say your life-saving grace before leaving, and he paid it back."

Yue Dingtang frowned slightly when he saw that he was in a trance.

"Are you hurt again?"

"I'm nothing, just some skin injuries." Ling Shu calmed down, "Why are you here?"

Yue Dingtang: "I went to the hospital and saw that you were gone, so I only left a letter."

Ling Shu: "Did you discover it?"

He thought that the first person to discover the letter should be the nurse who came in the morning for injections and dressing changes.

Yue Dingtang: "Uncle Zhou asked me to bring you some soup on the way to work."

Ling Shu chuckled: "Normally, Chief Yue doesn't go to work that early, right?"

Yue Dingtang: "What do you want to explain?"

His face was calm and calm, but it made Ling Shu's ridicule unstoppable.

"It's nothing, Lao Yue, thank you very much, if you and Jiang He hadn't arrived in time today, I would have explained my life here!"

Yue Dingtang: "I just hit that person in the leg. Strictly speaking, it wasn't me who saved you, but Jiang He."

Listening to this, it seems a little unwilling.

Since school, Ling Shu and Yue Dingtang have been fighting each other.

Compete for academic performance, the teacher's attention, and the girl's favor.

There were few coeducational schools at that time. Most of the female students came from enlightened and wealthy families. Du Yuning was one of the best, which naturally attracted the admiration of many male students.

At that time, Yue Dingtang had a light cloud on his face, but he was actually competing with Ling Shu secretly. With two wins, Ling Shu knew that this person was vengeful and victorious, and he was no less than others, but ordinary people couldn't see it, and he thought he was as stable as a rock, unmoved by ordinary people.

At this moment, Ling Shu heard that the opponent's competitive spirit had flared up again, because he couldn't save him perfectly, and he felt a little awkward.

And Ling Shu's family was down, and after the red dust rolled around, he had already learned to pack up the unnecessary competitive spirit with the past and throw it out of the sky.

"No, don't say that! Even without Jiang He, your shot was enough to slow down the killer and help me escape. This shot is too precious, and I didn't expect you to be the first to see the call for help. Letter, and brought someone over here again, I don’t know how to express the gratitude in my heart!”

He hurriedly gave the old classmate a smooth hair.

Yue Dingtang: "It's okay, you can choose your words slowly."

In other words, I don't mind you praising me in a different way.

Ling Shu: …

This is the original intention of the surnamed Yue to save people, right

"I don't want to say thank you, or I'll kneel down and give you a kowtow?" Ling Shu pretended.

He was certain that the surnamed Yue had a big face, and he would definitely not agree.

Who knows—

Yue Dingtang was quite cheerful: "Okay!"

Ling Shu: ?

"... I suddenly remembered that I hurt my knee just now while running wildly, and I still can't bend down. Why don't we have another day, another day?"

He groaned, leaning on his knees and started humming.

"Why does it hurt so much? I was taken out of the hospital just because I had a fever. Now I'm weak, and I feel that my condition is getting worse, and my knee is injured. I have to go to the hospital to have a look when I go back!"

How old is he, he still looks like a child.

Yue Dingtang sighed.

"Okay, don't act. After you go back, go to HSBC. He Youan must have left something for you."

He also wanted to know what role He Youan played in this abruptly ending story.

In terms of curiosity, Yue Dingtang is only strong or weak, but rarely exposed.

Ling Shu said, "No, I think we should go to a place first."

Yue Dingtang: "Huh?"

Ling Shu: "Winter and Spring in Tangqiao Town."

Tangqiao Town is a good place with mountains and rivers.

Here, the fields are cultivated everywhere, and even in winter, you can see green and green. At this time, the Lantern Festival has passed, and some daring new shoots have emerged from the branches, clamoring to be the champion in the spring. Ling Shu has never been to Tangqiao Town before. The deepest impression here is not the landscape and trees, but—

"My sister said that the oven cakes and snow-faced melons here are delicious, and she can make them. I don't know where I learned them from. They made them for me once before, and they are delicious and crispy, and there are some spring wild vegetables in them. , If there is lard, it will be more fragrant if it is served with vegetable stuffing!"

When he said this, Ling Shu held a piece of hot cake that had just come out of the oven, stretched his neck and took a bite, revealing a contradictory expression that filled his senses with a hot tongue and aroma.

In comparison, Yue Dingtang is much more gentle.

He chose to poke the cake with chopsticks with one hand, break off a small piece with the other, blow lightly, and let it cool before feeding it into his mouth.

To this day, he still doesn't understand why he was sent to the hospital by a ghost before dawn.

Maybe it was because I didn't sleep well the night before, so I just got up early, maybe I was thinking about the unfinished student papers in the school, or maybe I felt that the surnamed Ling was too tossing and wanted to pick him up earlier, lest he bump into Mr. Cheng again What happened.

Who knows, what Yue Dingtang saw was not a lively Ling Shu, but a letter for help.

At that time, Yue Dingtang's first reaction was that Ling Shu was playing tricks on him.

But thinking about it, it seems unreasonable.

Because of this unreasonableness, Yue Dingtang knocked on the door of the director of the city bureau early in the morning and asked him to send someone to follow him and follow the trajectory of Ling Shu's departure. Thanks to Ling Shu's outstanding appearance, many people Impressed and finally found this train.

Therefore, the only food that Yue Dingtang ate today was this cake in his hand.

Not to mention Ling Shu blowing it into the sky, even if he doesn't say anything, people who are hungry can drink three-point sweetness even if they drink plain water.

"Madam, is there a place called Dongchunli in our town?"

On the other side of Ling Shu, he was a little full after eating a piece of cake, and he had already started to ask the owner of the bakery about the situation.

The proprietress was over forty years old and still had a bit of charm. When Ling Shu and the others first came in, they stared at Ling Shu's face for a while.

Yue Dingtang's sharp eyes found that the size and quantity of a tray of cakes brought by the proprietress seemed to be a little more than those at other tables.

"What are you looking for in that place?"

It was a common gossip, but the proprietress changed color instantly.

Ling Shu looked into his eyes and remained calm.

"I have a distant relative who lives there. It's all about the friendship of the elders. I have never met before in our generation, but the elders in the family asked me to come and bring things. No matter how cold it is, I have to run for a while. Come, if you know, tell me about it?"

The proprietress looked left and right, sat down against the table, and approached with a gossip look.

"Everyone in this town knows that it is a ferocious place. Since a few years ago, after a plague in winter and spring killed many people, there is only one family left there, and it's still a woman. A baby was picked up and raised there. Some people say that she stole a baby from another family, and some people say that she is a ghost child picked up from the grave, so it is usually fine, and no one wants to approach the winter and spring. , there are no new people moving in there.”

Then she sighed.

"To be pitiful, the widow is indeed pitiful, but her life is too hard. I don't know if the child will be killed by her!"

Ling Shu and Yue Dingtang looked at each other.

They originally thought that the winter and spring were very big, and it was difficult to find them, but who knew that there was only one family.

A widow and a child, to be exact.

Can the riddle He Youan left for them be solved quickly

The two were no longer in the mood to eat cakes and chat, Ling Shu casually sent a few words to the proprietress, and set off in the direction pointed by the other party.

It was almost in the suburbs in winter and spring, the sky was gloomy today, and what the proprietress said just now was really a ghostly atmosphere.

The few homes that Ling Shu and the others passed through have been withered for a long time, with no population left, even the houses are open, and the courtyards are covered with dust, not to mention the scenes behind the half-closed doors.

The only family that is still considered clean is naturally the widow that the proprietress said.

When they stood outside the courtyard and looked around, someone happened to push the door and come out.

The middle-aged woman was followed by a small child, with a handsome face and a large cotton-padded jacket, unable to distinguish between men and women.

To Ling and Yue's surprise, the first sentence the woman saw when they saw them was not to ask their name, but to snort.

"Are you here to pick up someone?"