On the day he left, Chen Wang didn't tell Meng Yingning, and Meng Yingning didn't mention this. The two of them kept silent in a tacit understanding.

Chen Wang sent the person to the company in the morning and took Lin Heran to the airport.

Tangcheng's hometown is a county and township in Cenbei. It is located in the south of the Yangtze River and has not been developed as a tourist attraction. Although the economy is not developed, the environment is good.

The further you go south, the warmer the body temperature. November in the south is completely different from the north. The air is humid and sticky.

After getting off the plane, I transferred to the bus. Three hours later, the bus stopped at the desolate Cenbei Highway intersection and drove away with black smoke.

Walking along the intersection, the scenery changes little by little after entering the county, with gurgling waters around the shore, and the houses and buildings have the unique exquisite ancient charm of the water town, which is completely different from the rich historical sense of precipitation from the old alleys of the imperial capital.

It was raining for several consecutive days, and the soil was filled with a damp and salty smell.

"The people here are pretty good at being on guard, but when they are familiar with each other, they know that you are not a bad person and are enthusiastic. They all find out clearly. Tangcheng will come back every year on his brother's death day and walk to Xiaojipo, the back mountain," Lin Heran said in the accent of the locals, "A young man in a wheelchair is handsome."

"Can you come soon tomorrow? I'm waiting for this small town to wait until the flowers fade. I want to go back," Lin Heran held the phone in one hand and squatted in the small bungalow that was temporarily rented, holding a pair of chopsticks in his mouth, looking at the braised eggplant in the lunch box with a desperate look on his face. "Who can tell me why even braised eggplant in the sauce is sweet? Are there anything not sweet here?"

No response was received.

"What the hell are I living in these three days..." Lin Heran sighed and said, turning his head to look out the window.

The sky was filled with dark clouds, but the rain was reluctant to fall.

Lin Heran remembered that the day three years ago was almost the same. At that time, he was responsible for the support from the rear and waited for many days. In the end, Chen Wang came back alone. The man in the rolling Jinglei was covered in wounds and blood. He could no longer tell who it was. He only had a pair of eyes that could not be melted.

He carried two people, one was Tang Yan, who was dying and only had his last breath, and the other was Yi Yang, who was covered in blood.

The rain was heavy, and many people cried, but Chen Wang didn't react. His expression did not change at all. He calmly continued what he had to do next and directed and deployed in an orderly manner.

Until a long time later, Tang Yan was sentenced to death. The day before the execution, the two of them sat on the military playground. Chen Wang lay on the cold cement steps and suddenly said, "I'm sorry."

Lin Heran was stunned.

After a long quiet time, he repeated it again, his voice very quietly: "I'm sorry for you and I'm sorry for them."

"I originally thought I was awesome and I had nothing to do, but in fact I was nothing."

Lin Heran originally thought he would not cry.

In his 20 years since he was a child, he always felt that men cannot cry.

But at that moment, he suddenly felt that living was really fucking tiring for Chen Wang.

You have to bear it when you are alive, you have to persevere when you are alive, you have to grit your teeth and taste the suffering left by all those who have left, you have to feel the powerlessness caused by yourself over and over again, and you have to walk on the dark road to tell yourself that there will always be light ahead.

You have to adapt to guilt and loneliness when you are alive.

That was the first time Lin Heran heard Chen Wang say sorry, and it was also the last time.

After this incident, Lin Heran changed his job, took the exam, and joined the criminal police team again. Occasionally, he heard from acquaintances he had known before and told me where Chen Wang had been going recently and had received a life-threatening task.

Every time Lin Heran heard this, he was very impatient: "Who can stop him if he wants to die? He died early and was ready to go."

Even so, after knowing that Chen Wang had returned from the army, Lin Heran finally breathed a sigh of relief and was so happy that he ate three buckets of fresh shrimp and fish noodles in one breath.

After Chen Wang left, Meng Yingning moved back home obediently. Instead of going back to his own home, she plunged into the cabin that Meng's father and mother loved.

She didn't take too much stuff, but brought some clothes and daily toiletries at home. Chen Wang also said that he would leave for a few days and would come back soon.

Lao Meng was particularly happy about her coming back. He couldn't help but doubt her. On the night when Meng Yingning came back, she pulled her to sit on the sofa and started a family meeting: "Tell me."

"What did you say?" Meng Yingning looked at him innocently.

"I'm honest and lenient and resistant. What's your purpose for when you come back this time? What's your purpose?" Lao Meng pointed at her and said seriously, "I'll tell you Meng Yingning, you don't have to please me. I'm a soft and hard person. You know it after so many years..."

Meng's mother rolled her eyes while biting the persimmon next to her.

As a result, when Meng Yingning heard the door ringtone when he heard the door ring. When Lu Zhizhou appeared at the door with a smile on his face, Lao Meng was stunned again. He didn't react for a long time and just watched his daughter being picked up by another man and went to work happily.

That night, Meng Yingning came back and was called to the living room for a family meeting. Meng's father looked at her hesitantly: "Are you separated from Chen Wang?"

Meng Yingning was drinking water and almost choked.

Lao Meng continued tentatively: "Are you with Xiao Lu now?"

"No, dad..." Meng Yingning had not had time to speak.

"Ningning," Lao Meng said earnestly, "I know you listened to your father when you were a child. You think your father doesn't like Xiao Chen, so you are with Xiao Lu, right?"

Meng Yingning was a little embarrassed: "Dad, Dad..."

"Although Xiao Lu is a child, he is really better-looking. He has been smiling since he was a child and has never had any temper with anyone, but they two, you two, you three—" Lao Meng sighed, "Even if we like people, we must be dedicated. You three have grown up together since childhood. If you really do this, will you be a little embarrassed in the future?"

Meng Yingning: “…”

Lao Meng touched his nose and continued hesitantly: "Besides, my father didn't say he hated Chen Wang very much... the child is also very good."

“…”

Meng Yingning immediately put all the things she wanted to explain.

I didn't expect this to have any miraculous effects?

Meng's mother couldn't listen anymore. She glanced at her husband with disgust expression, threw the nectarine in her hand into the fruit plate, stood up, and looked at him from a high place: "Meng Jingsong."

Lao Meng looked up: "Ah?"

Meng Mu: "Go back to the house with me."

"What are you doing? Am I having a family meeting with my daughter here?" Lao Meng said.

"I found out why you are becoming more and more stupid as you get older? When you were young, you were not smart and didn't find that you were so bad," Meng's mother became impatient and turned to the bedroom, "Come in quickly."

Lao Meng touched his head for no reason and then entered the room.

The next day was another rainy day, and the cold wind was blowing in November. The local criminal police brigade and the armed police internal guards lined up in Xiaojipo around Cenbei Township, secretly lying in ambush at night to lay a net of heaven and earth.

I waited until the evening of the next day, and there was no movement at all.

Tangcheng did not appear.

Lin Heran was a little anxious because he was afraid of alarming the enemy. Huang Jianhua's wife and children were all taken back secretly. His subordinates were still looking for them on the surface. As long as no one leaked them, Tang Cheng should not know that they had his whereabouts.

But he didn't come.

"Captain Lin, everything is normal here." A low voice sounded from the other side of the intercom.

Lin Heran said calmly: "Wait a little longer."

Until nightfall, the mist spreads heavily, the visibility is low, and the sight is hazy.

The roller pressed against the soft mud and moved forward almost silently. A dark figure gradually approached in the thick fog, appearing little by little as the distance shortened.

The man was wearing a dark brown cashmere coat with a black sweatshirt hood on his head, and his head was lowered. The man sat in a wheelchair and slowly glided forward.

"The target appears."

Lin Heran didn't say anything.

"Captain Lin?" The voice over there was lowering and he called him.

"Wait a little longer." Lin Heran said gritting his teeth.

The person in the wheelchair walked forward along the river, slid up the slope, and walked towards the back mountain.

Lin Heran stared at the hazy figure, and the phone next to him suddenly vibrated.

Lin Heran breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly leaned back, grabbed the walkie-talkie and said, "Take him off."

The city is brightly lit at night, and the tall buildings lined up in the daytime are covered with a dark shadow. The large floor-to-ceiling windows of the office buildings are bright and dazzling, full of cold prosperity.

The traffic flowed like a lot, and the speeding speed pulled out a brilliant belt of light.

The black car was parked in front of a tall office building. The man in orange deliveryman's clothes got out of the car, holding two cups of milk tea in his hand, and stopped at the door of the office building.

He raised his head and looked at the sign with a bright white light-emitting light at the top, and five white capital letters full of design sense, forming this very historical domestic fashion magazine logo.

——singo.

The man curled his lips and walked into the office building with brisk steps. He confirmed his ID with the security guard, walked to the elevator and pressed the upward button.

He lowered his head and waited patiently for the elevator to come up, while he couldn't help but think.

At this time, Chen Wang, who is thousands of miles away, should be about to wait for that "Tangcheng".

After observing for three days, Meng Yingning temporarily moved home, and the people who sent her to and from get off work every day also changed. He checked the air tickets and travel records and Chen Wang was indeed leaving, and he was confident that Chen Wang would definitely go.

Huang Jianhua's woman was on the surface, but in fact, even if they found the news, they would not be released. He would not take this risk. If they were arrogant enough, they would definitely go.

Unfortunately, Chen Wang happened to be an extremely conceited person.

He must confirm with his own eyes, hold him with his own hands, do everything himself to ensure that everything is foolproof to understand. Chen Wang will not hand over this matter to anyone, nor will he trust anyone about Tang Cheng.

Just like him.

Chen Wang must be the only one who can do it, because if it is not like this, it will be meaningless.

His women and him must be his own hands.

The elevator door opened and there was no one inside. It happened to be the monthly deadline, and the editorial department often worked overtime at night.

Tang Cheng lifted the milk tea in his hand and took a look, and Qingjun's face showed a very gentle smile.

Meng Yingning often orders takeout flavors for fresh taro milk tea, and he also added some other things. I wonder if she will like it this time.

Tang Cheng licked his lips and suddenly he wanted to call Chen Wang very much.

I want to tell him where he is now, and then hear what he will react, and feel his desperate look again.

Or post a video to show him how the little girl he likes, the rose-like little girl withered little by little.

But he can't, he must ensure that everything is foolproof, and he cannot let Chen Wang know where he is before leaving the office building safely.

The numbers on the elevator jumped up one by one, and then stopped with a tinging sound.

Tang Cheng put down the milk tea in his hand and raised his head with a smile.

His face blurred on the cold metal door of the elevator, and then slowly opened, the gap expanded inch by inch, as if the curtain had been opened, and the person behind the door appeared clearly in his vision.

The expression on Tang Cheng's face froze.

Chen Wang stood at the elevator door, glanced down lightly, and looked at the things in his hand: "Only milk tea?"
Chapter completed!