The beauty is in my arms, the young marshal's eyes are red at night

Night breeze.

There are several big trees planted in the courtyard, and you can't see the top when you look up. The moonlight is like silver, and the misty light passes through the leaves and falls on the bluestone. Every step is stepping on one's own shadow and on the clouds.

Song Huiyi walked through the courtyard and was about to enter the house when his sharp eyes noticed someone standing in the dark corner.

I couldn't see clearly who it was, but I could only see a little red light in the vast night.

she approaches.

Only when he got to the front did he realize that it was Song Heping, who was still awake.

She called him: "Second brother."

"Back." Song Heping turned his eyes.

He threw the unfinished cigarette on the ground and stamped it out.

He heard the sound of the car and the guard outside the door talking to her. He knew that she was back and that she had left with Shen Yuqing today.

Song Huiyi hummed.

The two of them didn't say anything. They walked in the courtyard at night and walked around the back garden.

Speechless all the way.

Song Huiyi had a vague suspicion in his mind that the second brother was standing here smoking so late at night, with inextricable worries on his face, all for himself.

He waited for her to come back, worried and bored.

"Second brother, actually..."

She was about to speak, but Song Heping interrupted her: "You don't need to tell me, brother already knows."

He paused and then added, "I just feel like I'm a bit useless and can't even protect my sister."

Song Huiyi was shocked.

Her heart was also beating and she quickly turned her face to look at Song Heping.

She couldn't see clearly. Song Heping's face was hidden in the moonlight, dim and unclear.

The sound was clearly audible. He didn't know how many cigarettes he had smoked, his voice was dry and hoarse, and he was filled with deep self-blame.

"Nothing."

Song Huiyi said, "A few decades ago, the hierarchy of scholars, farmers, industry and commerce was strict. Although businessmen were rich, their status was the lowest. Now in the new era, businessmen have status and face, and even many officials have to support them. We are here Everyone respects Nancheng, but the Youth Gang and the military government are ultimately different."

It's like fists and guns.

No matter how hard your fist is, it is not as hard as the barrel of a gun.

Even if they are the governor of Nancheng, they must obey the dispatch orders from Nanjing if they go up further.

No matter what time it is, there is always one level after another, and there will never be an end.

She smiled and took Song Heping's arm, "That's why I don't think my brother is useless! Really! Because I know that if one day I can't stand him, my father and brothers will definitely take action for me!"

She smiled, and the clear sound like silver bells scattered in the back garden, which was particularly clear in this silent night.

The wind blew, scattering her laughter.

Song Heping listened to her laughter and smiled slightly: "You."

He would definitely take action, but he just didn't want her to suffer these injustices.

"It's because you know so much that you always think about us. Sometimes my brother would rather you know nothing and be more arrogant and domineering, but I'm afraid..." He sighed inaudibly.

Song Huiyi has the capital to be arrogant and domineering, but if he goes too far, it can easily backfire.

She was too sensible and always thought of them, but she was wronged for no reason.

You can't have your cake and eat it too.

"Second brother, let's stop talking or thinking about this in the future. If there is anything, I will tell you, really."

Song Huiyi said, "I happen to need your help with something."

"what's up?"

She said a name: "Help me check this person, mainly to check whether he has..."

She talked about it in detail.

"Okay, I'll have someone check it out early tomorrow morning."

"One more thing." Song Huiyi took out the gun from his handbag, "There are no bullets in the gun."

Song Heping's expression became solemn, and his back straightened subconsciously.

He took the gun from her hand, saw the empty barrel, and thought of the secret guard coming back in the evening to report that Shen Yuqing had taken her to the military government prison. He asked anxiously: "What happened? Are there any injuries?"

He checks on her.

Seeing that she was safe, he breathed a sigh of relief, "Where did it go?"

"Kill Zhou Chengguo."

Shen Yuqing's embezzlement of money is not a secret in the Song family, and Song Huiyi does not need to hide it, "He is a spy sent by Japan, and he secretly colluded with the Third Marshal. Shen Yuqing made a lot of money from it this time, and he plans to blame it all on the Third Marshal. Let me make this public through the newspapers.”

"Why did you let me shoot?"

"He is sick." Song Huiyi looked calm. "He asked me to kill Zhou Chengguo because he wanted to scare me and see me panic. But I fired the gun and he knew that I would not be afraid of him."

Song Heping turned his head sharply.

The two of them had already reached the door of the house. There was a light at the door, and the dim yellow light drove away the darkness on her face, revealing her peaceful face.

When she said this, her expression remained unchanged and calm.

During these days when she came back, Song Heping always looked at her as a 14-year-old girl in his impression.

At that time, she and Song Yue were like two little tails following him and his eldest brother, calling them sweetly and pestering them to buy delicious food.

It wasn't until this moment that I was shocked to realize that she had really grown up.

She is not afraid, nor is she afraid.

"You've grown up." Song Heping said with a gentle smile, "It's getting late today. I'll bring you some boxes of ammunition tomorrow."

Song Huiyi said yes.

The two entered the house and separated on the second floor without further conversation.