chaotic world

Everything is flourishing in spring, and he can understand that his soldiers are not loud enough to shout. Recently, the people in the brigade are not at ease, the army's salary is not paid, and the food level has plummeted.

Thousands of people eat three meals a day, which consumes a lot of money, and Song Shudong can't be blamed for pushing him to find Commander Song.

But he couldn't go. Commander Song treated him well. The deduction of food and salary should be done by someone who handled it, and it must have been divided up by several families.

With his current ambiguous identity and embarrassing situation, it is not suitable for him to go to Commander Song. If he asks for a salary, he can only save one emergency, and the days to come will be long.

A dog jumps over a wall in a hurry, and when a person is forced to be anxious, he will do more hasty things. Du Yunfeng has a wicked nature in his embryo, and if he doesn't follow the right path, he will naturally go up the evil path.

It is not difficult to return to the old business. When he returned to Tianjin, no matter whether he was an old friend or a newcomer, he could always find some way out.

Sure enough, after a few words and a few words from Lu Baiyu, Du Yunfeng got the goods from his brother Lu Baichen smoothly. At first, he didn't dare to make a fuss. He actually forgot how to deal with this thing long ago, but the smoke and soil are huge profits, so he has no choice. If you have so many mouths to eat, you can only rely on this.

As soon as there was an action, there were rumors in the police station, and Hou Daichen took the initiative to find the door.

In a dark warehouse at the Haihe Wharf, the Hou Daichen blocked Du Yunfeng in the door.

Du Yunfeng didn't remember this person, but the other party found him alone and quietly, so he shouldn't be an enemy.

Sure enough, the Hou Daichen reported his family directly.

"I was injured once, and I can't remember who and what happened. Don't blame the chief waiter." He also cut to the point.

"That's right," Hou Daichen didn't make any detours anymore, "Brother Du, you shouldn't have avoided me last time. Xiaoying was in a daze and thought you were weird. I already thought something was wrong with you."

It would be rude for Du Yunfeng to forget him.

But what Du Yunfeng forgot was not only this person, but also the great help he and Zhou Lan had done to the Hou Daichen in Tianjin.

Hou Daichen will never forget that the position of chief of police was snatched back by Zhou and Du.

Du Yunfeng was going to do the tobacco business, so the Daichen Hou gave him the green light. Thinking of Zhou Lan's situation, he revealed that Zhou Lan's goods were blocked in his words.

"Brother Zhou just doesn't know what to do." Daichen Hou handed him a note with four digits on it, which was the phone number of Zhou's family in the British Concession. "It would be best if you could take care of each other."

The Hou Daichen was a little surprised, Du Yunfeng took the number and looked at it, noncommittal.

What is the hatred between these two people?

I kept the note in my bosom for two days, took it out at night and looked at it countless times, the edges of the note were all rough, and Du Yunfeng didn't make a call.

When he came out of the brigade, taking advantage of Song Shudong's absence, he only brought Zhao Xiaohu and a few other bodyguards with him, and lived in the Yuzhong Hotel in a low-key manner, with the guards next door.

He was staring at the golden telephone in a daze.

To fight or not to fight?

He made countless calls to the independent division, but Zhou Lan never answered.

Later, he didn't dare to fight anymore, it was inconvenient to fight.

If he had any relationship with the independent teacher, then Zhou Lan's already complicated identity would be even more strange.

So is he helping him or hurting him?

He paced back and forth, the thick carpet was sunken under the leather shoes, and the owner of the leather shoes was so focused that he didn't notice its high-end comfort.

Reaching for the microphone, he hesitated again.

The room was quiet, and the air was about to freeze like thoughts.

Suddenly the clear and crisp ringtone of the phone disturbed Du Yunfeng's thoughts, presumably it was the guard next door asking him that it was time for dinner.

He grabbed the microphone angrily, and said impatiently, "Go and eat first."

It's quiet over there.

Isn't it Zhao Xiaohu?Du Yunfeng gave a suspicious feed.

"It's me," Zhou Lan said.

Du Yunfeng's hand trembled imperceptibly.

"Mu An," he exclaimed in a low voice, then deliberately controlled his emotions, "Are you okay?"

"Good, How about you?"

Du Yunfeng couldn't help wanting to laugh, and when he was about to answer, he heard the conversation and added, "Brigade Commander Du."

The smile withered before it bloomed. Du Yunfeng held the microphone with both hands, as if he was afraid that the microphone would fly off. He tried his best to calm his emotions, so he said: "I didn't expect you to look for me. By the way, how do you know that I'm here?" this."

The voice of the microphone carried electromagnetic waves, but Zhou Lan spoke softly and slowly as before: "Brother Hou said I met you, and gave me your contact information a few days ago, I think, if it doesn't bother you, I will trouble you Help with this."

"No trouble." Du Yunfeng said firmly.

There was a slight sound of air flow in the ear, it was the aftermath of a smile, it was not easy to detect, but Du Yunfeng caught it, and outlined a vivid face in the illusory air.

"Then..." Du Yunfeng pondered for a moment, "Let's have dinner together tonight, we can discuss it in detail."

Strike while the iron is hot, miss you very much, long time no see.

"I've had it," Zhou Lan said calmly, "I'll ask my subordinates to talk to your people about this matter. It's not too complicated, otherwise I won't bother you."

"Oh," Du Yunfeng replied, feeling a little angry in his heart.But he told himself that he had to hold back, otherwise he wouldn't even have to make phone calls in the future, at least there was a business, and if he tried to find a way, he would always see him.

"Alright, I'll be leaving in a couple of days, and I'll leave a subordinate to contact you."

Du Yunfeng was so relieved, but it dispelled Zhou Lan's only worry - the judgment that he was "flexible in means but single-minded in nature".

It seems to be self-righteous.

No one can never let someone go, and Du Yunfeng is no exception.

Very well, then don't make an exception for yourself.

The two thought about each other, and there was a brief silence.

"Tomorrow," Zhou Lan asked, a little hesitant.

Du Yunfeng immediately pricked up his ears silently, but he was not in a hurry to answer, he held his breath and listened.

"Tomorrow," Zhou Lan cleared his throat, and said with difficulty, "If it's convenient for you, I want to take you to some places and meet some people, but if you're in a hurry, then we'll talk about it later."

Of course Du Yunfeng was not in a hurry to leave, he forcibly asked calmly, "Who are you seeing?"

"Family," Zhou Lan said.

"Whose family?"

"Your family and I," Zhou Lan lowered his voice, "You don't remember them, they miss you, now that the grievances between me and you are over, you should come back to see them."

"Okay," Du Yunfeng said, "see you tomorrow." After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone.

It was already dark, and he sat on the big dark red sofa next to the phone, holding his head in both hands, playing back every word from the phone in his mind.

Zhou Lan hung up the phone and looked back towards the wall of books, where He Si was putting a book back on the shelf.

In the study room, only the desk lamp was turned on, Zhou Lan was in the bright place, and He Si's expression was indistinct in the dark.

"Tomorrow I will take someone to discuss business matters," He Si said as he walked towards him, his face gradually became clear, "If you bring your eldest brother back, I will not accompany you."

Zhou Lan smiled, "Actually, there is no rush for business matters. You can stay with me tomorrow. I will take him to the Zhou family's old house first. He grew up there and his roots are there." He raised his hand Patted the hand on the back of the chair without looking back, "You don't have to dodge deliberately."

The hands on the back of the chair closed down, and He Si hugged Zhou Lan from behind: "I just hid on purpose," he gently kissed Zhou Lan's ear, "I'm afraid I can't help but fight him."

"Don't be neither deep nor shallow," Zhou Lan laughed. The heat on the side of his neck made him itchy. He Si licked him and bit him lightly now and then. Everyone is there."

He Si didn't listen, and wrapped around him more and more coquettishly, walking up and down with his palms.

Zhou Lan found that He Si was really small-minded, not greedy for money, not loving power, but the desire to monopolize was too strong in this aspect, and he refused to talk about it.

Thinking of him like this, Zhou Lan's heart softened.

He explained unsteadily: "I can't see him forever. He is my mother's godson. We are still righteous brothers at least. I can not mention my past with him, but I can't cut him off from his family."

"Fourth brother, I'm with you now, you should know who I am."

"Well," He Si murmured on his neck, and said irrelevantly, "You're hard."

"You rub me like that!"

He Si giggled, pulled the chair away and took him out, then turned around and pressed him on the desk.

Laughing and kicking He Si's feet, Zhou Lan didn't move, and the two of them were stacked together.

The dinner downstairs was set up, and Xiaobao yelled why Dad didn't come down to eat, so the orderly went upstairs to invite him.

Of course the door of the study was not knocked open.Because the teacher said that he had something to deal with and let everyone eat first, he went downstairs later.

The soldier replied yes and went downstairs.

The teacher's affairs seemed to be very difficult, and the time for a meal was not finished.

The two have been "handling" things on the desk, like glue, intimate, the desk was arched several times, and the floor made muffled noises.

Zhou Lan laughed softly, and slapped He Si on the back.

He Si stared at him, also laughed, and with a violent force, Zhou Lan suppressed the ah that was on the edge of his mouth.

He Si pressed down his knees, lowered his head and kissed his cheek, and asked in a low voice, "Isn't it deep or shallow?"

Zhou Lan hugged him, reached down with her hand, and slapped his buttocks, "Poor mouth."

He Si smiled, and then slammed it hard again, "Is it deep enough?" He asked with a smirk.

Downstairs is the living room and dining room, the old and the young are all there, Zhou Lan had to be jealous, he put his arms around He Si's neck: "Don't mess around, keep your voice down."

He Si let him hug him, put his arms around the edge of the table on the other side, and completely covered Zhou Lan. His eyes were emotional, his movements were gentle and firm, and his attacks were more powerful than others.

Zhou Lan took it passively, only felt numbness passed, his whole body was extremely sensitive, his face became more and more red, and he unconsciously clamped He Si, "Fourth Brother, Fourth Brother..." He murmured softly.

The murmur was low and soft, and He Si's blood was rushing towards one place. He knocked the table out of place, bit Zhou Lan's ear and asked, "Don't you know the severity?"

"Fourth brother, fourth brother..." Zhou Lan couldn't say a complete sentence.

He Si understood what he meant, if this continues, the downstairs must hear something strange.

He picked him up and pressed him against the wall, while the other's legs were still in his arms.

Clinging tightly, he asked him, "Do you want it? Do you want it?"

"Fourth brother..."

He Si kissed his mouth and silenced his voice. The wall covered with baroque wallpaper had a grudge against him.

Du Yunfeng got into the black Ford car, and the soldier from the independent division's security squad came to pick him up. The car was driving on the bustling road in Tianjin, and the soldier looked at him quickly through the rearview mirror.

Du Yunfeng touched the back seat of the car and knew it was Zhou Lan's car.

"What are you looking at?" Du Yunfeng asked without raising his head.

"Oh, nothing, look at the car behind."

Only then did Du Yunfeng raise his eyes, and he stared at the rearview mirror with strong eyes, "You hit me into the car, you have looked at it several times, is this how your teacher asked you to pick him up?"

Xiaobing coughed dryly: "No," he couldn't catch Du Yunfeng's gaze, and said in a low voice, "Adjutant Du?"

Du Yunfeng didn't move, just looked at him through the rearview mirror.

"I heard people say that you have forgotten everything from the past," the driver smiled awkwardly, "I didn't expect it to be true."

Hearing the words, Du Yunfeng leaned forward, tilting his head and staring at the other party: "You knew me before? The security team? Tell me."

Xiao Bing was even more embarrassed. He looked ahead and saw no one caring about him. He gritted his teeth and hesitated and said, "You used to be an adjutant and treated us well. It really makes me pretend that I don't know you, and I can't do it, but I can't mess around." Speaking, if the teacher doesn't forgive me, the fourth brother will not be willing."

"Fourth brother?"

"Yes, your brother, we congratulate Battalion Commander."

Fourth brother, fourth child, Du Yunfeng thought of that rainy afternoon.

The car soon arrived at the Zhou family's old house in Huajie.

After getting out of the car door, Du Yunfeng raised his head and saw the old word "Zhou Zhai" at the door, his heart skipped a beat, it was like a scene in a dream, for a moment, it was indescribably kind.

Xiaobing parked the car and led him into the old house.

The scale of this house is not small, but because it has been dilapidated for many years and many places are in disrepair, it looks gray at first glance, and the wooden rafters at the eaves are cracked, like a deserted house.

Suddenly the door of the main house of the deserted house opened, and Zhou Lan stood quietly at the door, looking at him without moving.

In the morning, the pleasant spring breeze blew past the old house. Zhou Lan was wearing a white shirt and beige trousers. Her slightly long hair was brushed back and her temples were shaved, neat and tidy.

The door frame framed him into a painting, and the long-lasting memory was repainted and colored, and the time and space were intertwined.

The sun slanted down, and in a moment that lasted more than 1 years in a second, they stared at each other, looked at each other, and recalled each other.

The young boy in a white suit is already a handsome young man, not only his size has grown, but also his eyes that have experienced thousands of sails at a young age.

The native boy with braids behind his head is no longer stunned, but mature and tough, with a dignified appearance, good at bending, stretching, advancing and retreating.

Zhou Lan didn't dare to look at him again, so he turned his head first, and said, "Come in and have a look."

Du Yunfeng let his heart beat fast and slow, and walked into the old house quietly. He didn't open his mouth to speak, because his voice must be unstable.

"This is the Zhou family's old house," Zhou Lan lowered his head and led him inside, "I don't know how much you remember, I'll tell you everything about the past, and tell me what you think of."

"Speak, I'll listen." Du Yunfeng followed him, not trying to catch up with him.

The house was large and a little empty, and he followed him into a very familiar and intimate time and space.

"When I was young, the first time I saw you, you were about thirteen or fourteen years old, so tall—" Zhou Lan made a gesture, "You came from the countryside of Cangzhou, with Steward Du and your younger brother Yunhai."

Bypassing the mahogany round table and a few eight-treasure exquisite chairs, Zhou Lan narrated that he had many vivid memories, but he just talked about the ins and outs of the matter dryly, as if this was also an ordinary big family. Encounter, everything is ordinary.

"My mother sent you to the school, we can also be regarded as classmates, so we spend more time together."

After leaving the hall and walking towards the backyard, Du Yunfeng suddenly stopped outside a door, he finally interrupted: "What is this room for?"

Zhou Lan who had already passed stopped, hesitated for a moment, turned around and said, "That's an ordinary study."

Du Yunfeng did not let go of his curiosity because of being ordinary, and pushed the door in without authorization. Zhou Lan took a deep breath secretly, and then walked in.

"I used to write and draw here sometimes, but you don't like it very much. It's because I'm here. You don't sit down and write anything, so you may not have much impression. Let's go and see other places."

Du Yunfeng didn't look back, he pushed open a further door and walked in.

That was Zhou Lan's room, elegant and tidy, with a few paintings and calligraphy hanging on the wall, a desk was still by the window, and the pen, ink and rice paper were still there, quietly showing what it looked like yesterday.

This room has really been empty for a long time, and there is a musty smell, as if deliberately trying to cover up the lively and lively bamboo horses around the bed.

Although it is vague, it is not completely forgotten. Du Yunfeng turned his head and saw Zhou Lan through the window, and laughed in his mind, "Master, stop writing, come out and play." "Little Yunfeng, don't make trouble, such a big man If you can't write your name well, you won't be ashamed of yourself." The boy's voice was crisp and clear, and he called out to the other party through the window, which was vivid in his memory.

Now that the two have switched positions, Zhou Lan doesn't enter the bedroom, as if he doesn't want to appear on such an occasion with him.

"I know a lot of words now," Du Yunfeng said suddenly, without emotion, as if talking to himself, "I'm not as naughty as I was when I was a child. No matter how you teach me, I won't learn."

Zhou Lan suddenly turned her head to look at him, wondering how much he remembered.

He just told him about the past and didn't want him to remember it, or in other words, it's better not to think about some things.

He stared at him, examining him, trying to read what was going on in his head.

Du Yunfeng smiled, lowered his head to fiddle with the ink on the rice paper, raised his pen to write, and said while writing, "What are you afraid of? I don't remember and I'm not afraid. Are you afraid that I will think of something?"

Zhou Lan shuddered.

He subconsciously wanted to run, but he didn't want to kill him again, and he didn't want to be killed by him again.

Du Yunfeng put down his pen, turned his head to look at him, his eyes were warm, this warmth stopped Zhou Lan's footsteps.

"What did you write?" Zhou Lan took a step uncontrollably while hesitating, but Du Yunfeng was faster, he flipped the paper back lightly, and reached the door.

The two walked head-to-head, but Du Yunfeng didn't intend to get out of the way. He stood tall and blocked the door, raised his hand on the door frame, and lowered his head and said, "There's nothing to see in this room. Let's go out?"

He was condescending, and the distance was too close, so Zhou Lan hurriedly lowered his head to avoid him, "Let's go," he said.

Du Yunfeng raised one corner of his mouth silently, but still followed him.

Turning around the room of Auntie, Dumb Uncle and the others, we arrived at the place where Du Yunfeng lived before. The location is not good, and there is no sunshine from the south or the north.

"That's where you lived before. The servant's room is too damp, so I won't go in. Just take a look." Zhou Lan stopped at the door, highlighting the word "servant".

"Okay," Du Yunfeng said calmly, as if he didn't mind.But his calmness still terrified Zhou Lan, so instead of following him in, he basked in the sun on the stone bench in the small courtyard.

Du Yunfeng entered the room alone, and his smile became more obvious. The musty smell can only be smelled by the person who entered for the first time.

But this dilapidated room is very tidy, not damp, not moldy, and fresher than Zhou Lan's own room, so people must come here often.

Who will be the frequent visitor?Du Yunfeng knew it just by looking at the satin bedding on the bed.

People who live here often, or who come here a lot, take it for granted, because that's how it's always been.But to Du Yunfeng, the supplies that did not match the status of this room were so obvious that they almost stood out.

There were still traces of living on the pillow. Du Yunfeng folded his clothes and lay down on it. The bed was not spacious, and if two people were lying on it, they would have to embrace each other to fall asleep.

Turning over inside, another vertical pillow just hugged into my arms.

Du Yunfeng couldn't help lowering his head to sniff.

"Brigade Commander Du," Zhou Lan's voice came in, "Let's go? There are still some places in the backyard for you to see."

"Okay," Du Yunfeng turned over and sat up, arranged the pillows, opened the suitcase and took a look, there were teenager's clothes in it, neatly folded, but this was not his character.

This old house was mottled and dilapidated, but Du Yunfeng's mind quickly restored its original appearance, and seeing things and thinking about people, the broken Zhou Lan in his memory gradually became clear and complete.

That is his best playmate, his brother who is around the bed, and the most beautiful and profound scenery in his youthful youth.

He walked out of the room in good spirits, Zhou Lan sat in the courtyard with his back facing him, the taiping tank in the distance was overflowing with rainwater, and duckweed had grown over the edge of the tank.

And Zhou Lan was staring at the vat in a daze.

"What's wrong?" Du Yunfeng asked.

Only then did Zhou Lan come back to his senses. He hurriedly said it was nothing. He looked at Du Yunfeng probingly, as if he wanted to ask, but he didn't ask.

The two walked to the end of the yard, bypassing a small flower hall, and passing through a quiet room path. The last room was tall and quiet, and inside was the ancestral tablet of the Zhou family.

Zhou Lan didn't ask, but Du Yunfeng couldn't bear to hide it from him anymore. He followed behind and suddenly spoke: "I remember everything in this house."

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