I'm really immortal

The environment near Tulin Official Residence is good. It is close to the city center and is quite good for enjoying the convenience and various guarantees of modern life. Su Mei's residence is located in a lush forest and adopts a layout similar to that of the prefect's residence. It is surrounded by Blocked by extremely tall trees, there is a maze-like spiral driveway inside. Su Mei’s residence is hidden deep inside one of them. Not to mention tabloid reporters and outsiders, even the Zhu family would have no way of knowing about Su Mei without informing them in advance. Where.

Liu Changan was walking on the roadside and saw a motorcade parked deep in the garden street with few pedestrians. A black Toyota was parked not far from the side of the motorcade. Taiwanese official vehicles prefer Japanese models. A man got out of the car. A middle-aged man of medium build, wearing a suit and smiling elegantly.

The window of a black Rolls-Royce at the rear of the convoy opened, and a stunningly beautiful young woman turned her head to talk to the middle-aged man. Her expression was cold, with a hint of obvious contempt at the corner of her mouth, and she had no intention of getting out of the car. After a few words, the car window was closed.

The motorcade set off, and the middle-aged man still stood there watching the motorcade leave before getting into the car.

The Toyota turned around and drove into the driveway in the lush forest.

Only Su Mei lives in the dense forest.

Liu Changan ran like a strong wind.

After catching up with the Toyota, Liu Changan opened the door and picked up a hard-shell magazine in the compartment.

"Who are you?" The middle-aged man was startled, and the driver in front of him hurriedly stopped.

Liu Changan quickly tore off the outer cover of the magazine, rolled it up and used it to form an extremely sharp weapon, which he pressed against the middle-aged man's neck.

"You threaten me with a piece of paper?" The middle-aged man calmed down and said with a sneer.

"Keep driving." Liu Changan said to the driver.

"Don't listen to him!"

The driver chose to continue driving. He saw Liu Changan running in the rearview mirror. The speed was so terrifying that he didn't even react. He opened the door forcefully, and the method of stabbing with rolled paper was more professional. The killer, I just don’t know why he is so blatant.

"The paper is very hard. With just a moment of force, it can easily pierce your neck arteries and you will die." Liu Changan explained, "Can you please stop struggling? I've obviously already twisted your neck."

The middle-aged man couldn't move at all. He just wanted to struggle. He was horrified. Which political enemy sent this killer?

"What do you want to do?" the middle-aged man asked after calming down.

"Su Mei and I are old acquaintances. I want to meet her and ask her something."

"Young man, we have no idea who the Su Mei you are talking about is, there is no such person here." The driver said calmly.

"Then meet the person you want to meet." Liu Changan glanced at the driver: "Keep your hands on the steering wheel and don't make any small movements. Everyone will cooperate well and stay safe. Thank you."

The driver gave up the idea just now. This young man's outburst was too terrifying, but he was also extremely calm and indifferent. This kind of momentum made people think of no way to fight back.

The technique of being able to instantly tear paper and roll it into a sharp weapon makes people timid at first. The most important thing is that this young man did not cover his face and left his fingerprints generously. What the driver was most worried about was that he had already made a plan to go back and forth. Under the calm face of this kind of person is a desperate heart.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt Mrs. Su." Liu Changan looked out the car window at the house gradually revealed among the trees, and wanted to recite a poem.

I want to lament the years, lament the long separation, lament the aging beauty, lament the loss of love and resentment.

Just chant:

Gulls, herons and mandarin ducks form a pond, but the wings are not suitable for them.

If Dongjun is not primarily concerned with flowers, how can he be like growing without branches?

What comes to mind is Zhu Shuzhen's song "Sorrow". Two people who are not suitable for each other are together, and later find out that they should "stop life and trim branches", so why force themselves to "make a pond with gulls, herons and mandarin ducks" in the first place?

It's just that women always like to wishfully hope that the other person can give them love at the beginning. Who knows that before Zhu Shuzhen wrote "Sorrow", she also wrote to this man, "There is no way to send my longing for you, so draw a circle instead." Outside the circle, my heart is inside the circle. The single circle is me, the double circle is you. You have me in your heart, and I have you in my heart. The moon will be full when it is missing, and it will be missing when it is circled. The full circle is reunion, Half a circle is parting. I circle the circle closely, and you must know my intention secretly. There are also countless lovesicknesses, and I circle them all the way to the end."

"You...who are you?" The middle-aged man had been looking at the calm-looking Liu Changan, and suddenly felt that his appearance seemed similar to him, as if he had seen him somewhere before!

The tenderness in Zhu Shuzhen's love words still remained on Liu Changan's fingertips. Without answering the question, he gently knocked the middle-aged man and the driver unconscious, got out of the car and looked at the house in front of him.

I don't know if the surveillance around the house noticed an abnormality or the driver issued a warning at some point. More than 20 men in black had gathered outside the house, looking wary and pointing at Liu Changan with guns in hand.

Liu Changan put down the plastic bag in his hand, which contained his wet clothes.

"who!"

"stop!"

"Squat down immediately with your hands on your head!"

"If you take another step forward, shoot and kill!"

Liu Changan raised his head and felt the wind stagnant on his cheeks. The shouts in front of him stopped abruptly. Some were surprised, some were angry, and most of them showed the indifference of obedience and waiting. All kinds of expressions were like wax statues that remained at the moment when they were poured and cast. The mouth is dark and exudes a faint smell of gunpowder smoke. The men have strong hearts underneath their strong muscles. The summer manor in early June is mixed with the fragrance of flowers and a crisis that can tear the tranquility into pieces. Liu Changan feels Baolong's center jump. , the recast body becomes more useful.

Liu Changan turned around and picked up his plastic bag, walked between the fallen men in black, and reached out to push open the door of the house.

In the distance, the lush forest stands leisurely like the high walls of the ancient city. The central mansion is full of the elegance and romance that the young ladies loved most during the Republic of China. It is as if Miss Su’s villa has traveled through time and space and moved from the distant beginning of the last century. When I arrived in Taiwan, the gardens around me were filled with bright purples and reds. They didn’t have the colors that old people often love, but they were full of girlish pink colors.

In a wheelchair next to the fountain, an old woman put on reading glasses. All her emotions and expressions seemed to have been frozen by the passing time on her body. Only her cloudy pupils were left, looking at the person a hundred years ago. The man walked in front of her step by step, stepping on her aging heartbeat.

Liu Changan held her old and wrinkled hand, which had a cool softness. Without the woman's ice, muscle, and bones, only the original touch of skin and flesh remained.

"Long time no see." Liu Changan's eyes were gentle, he gently stroked her cheek and kissed her forehead.

Beauty ages easily. Since ancient times, men have always failed women more.

Liu Changan had never failed Su Mei, at least that's what he thought, but there were some things she did that he couldn't accept, so he couldn't give her what she expected.

But he still remembered Su Mei's obsession at that time:

The smoke stirs up the dew, leaving me here for a moment.

Hand in hand with Ouhua Lake on the road, a sudden drizzle of yellow plum blossoms.

Jiao Chi is not afraid of people guessing, she sleeps in people's arms with her clothes on.

It's the most important time to separate and take care of each other. When I return, I lazily sit by the dressing table.

She used to be like this, so cute.

The old man closed his eyes, tears streaming down his face, and held his young hand tightly.

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