"No." Du Qing believed Fang Yan's words. "They act on their own, at least the situation is beyond their control. The plot is designed by them, and the actors are configured by them. The story is also the story they want."
Fang Yan looked at the retreating lights outside the window and said softly: "From now on, Qingyun can finally travel lightly, and Brother Du can also have a good sleep."
Du Qing shook his head and said: "If you give up, you will gain, and if you gain, you must give up. He personally sent out his brothers of life and death. I'm afraid Fuqiu will wake up from nightmares again and again in the future. They will not forgive He, he can't forgive himself."
"Life is helpless. Just try to be more open-minded." Fang Yan patted Du Qing on the shoulder and said, "Park on the roadside."
Ga-----
The car stopped on the side of the road. Fang Yan drove away, swung his legs in the wrong direction, and started the car again.
Du Qing was walking alone in the back compartment, his face as gloomy as the sky outside.
Li Ya looked at Du Qing's face through the rearview mirror. Du Qing at that time felt very strange to her.
Du Qing finally came back from his thoughts, took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, opened the car window a crack, and let the night wind with the fishy smell of liquid jellyfish slap his face, and said: " Just ask whatever you want.”
"Is Master Thirteen a good person, no?" Li Ya asked.
"He is his best brother." Du Qing said solemnly. "He saved him once and gave him his life."
"Did the two of us have an agreement? Did the two of us deliberately instigate rebellion against those brothers?" Li Ya's voice became louder.
There was complaint in her heart, and there was anger in her heart.
Those who are fighting are all his young brothers, brothers who have followed them through life and death.
Are they true brothers? How much can they pay for each other? Is it possible that their brothers--they are willing to die for their eldest brother.
Du Qing took a long drag on the cigarette, letting the mist pass through his lungs, and then sprayed out from his nostrils. Only then did he feel a little better.
He looked at Li Ya's excited face and said, "I should have heard Ming Hong about what he and Fang Yan said wrongly just now."
"He doesn't know how to be red." Li Ya said with red eyes: "Uncle, do you want to do that? Do you want to let them kill each other? Do you want to kick them out?"
"Is that the best choice, or the only choice." Du Qing's voice was a little hoarse, and he said: "Most of the people who were eliminated that time were the old brothers who fought with him against Tiandong. They did that. The choice----does he feel better? But if they don't do that, the entire Qingyun will be in disaster-----"
"Is it because someone caused a few troubles? Is it because the media condemned it?"
"Liya, I am too emotional." Du Qing said softly: "He is as sad as me, but his choice will not be wrong-----"
"Uncle, he knows that my choice will not be wrong. How could I be wrong? I started out as a teenager and have been struggling in the world for decades - what kind of storms have I not experienced? What? Can such a conspiracy deceive me? He knows that his uncle is very powerful, and I have always been his idol, the most charming man in his mind. Is it possible that it is difficult for him to accept those things yesterday? People who are very close friends with them are dumped into the trash can in the blink of an eye like I am dumping garbage? I am not that kind of person-----"
Du Qing took another puff and flicked most of the cigarette in his leg out of the window.