Mountains and seas close at hand

The corner of Song Banyan's lips curled up, and he lowered his eyebrows and looked down at the brown tea soup, with a slight smile in his eyes.She raised her hand to bring the enamel teacup to her mouth, squinted her eyes and took a deep sniff, and opened her lips to take a sip.

The tea is good tea, the water is good water, but it is a little hot.

Seeing Song Banyan take another sip of tea, Bai Xunhua looked at ease, as if he didn't hear Mr. Xu's words.Mr. Xu was neither angry nor said any more, just took a sip of his tea from the enamel cup.

Bai Xunhua glanced over, and took up the topic knowingly: "Shengmu Mantu is really a good thing, everyone wants it."

Mr. Xu drank his tea in a daze, with no emotion on his face.Song Banyan and Bai Xunhua, one with a delicate heart and a smart heart, and the other with a sophisticated human heart, even so, they couldn't figure out the attitude of this old man Xu, and suddenly a needle could be heard in the small living room.

In an extremely quiet environment, sensory perception will be infinitely magnified.Time becomes very slow, so slow that every second is a test of willpower.

This is a silent contest, and the winner and loser will stand at both ends of the seesaw with different advantages and disadvantages before the next negotiation.

"--boom!"

There was a sudden gunshot outside, Song Banyan and Bai Xunhua were startled, their backs suddenly tensed.The two looked at each other, Song Banyan jumped up and rushed towards Mr. Xu.

Mr. Xu sat upright on a chair, drinking tea with his head down.Song Banyan was coming very fast, and his movements were even faster!

With a movement of Mr. Xu's wrist, the enamel teacup tilted, and half a cup of hot water was poured out! With a "crash", it was all sprayed on Song Banyan's face.She was so hot that she shivered subconsciously, and raised her hand to check the water splashed into her eyes.

As soon as the sleeve brushed past, Song Banyan's eyes immediately became clear again, but before she could move again, the cold muzzle of the gun had already touched the middle of her forehead.

Mr. Xu stared at her with cloudy old eyes, his brown pupils were like a poisonous snake, and his expression was so cold that it made one's heart shudder: "Young people are impulsive."

Bai Xunhua hurriedly stood up from the chair, and repeatedly comforted him: "Mr. Xu, please speak up if you have something to say. Shengmu Mandui is not a fruit on the side of the road. Since you believe in us, please calm down."

Mr. Xu slowly withdrew his hand, and the cold muzzle of the gun moved away from Song Banyan's eyebrows little by little.That kind of tormented waiting will make people repeat the feeling of the muzzle touching the skin just now, as well as the fear of falling into the ice cave in their hearts.

Song Banyan raised his hands, and kept staring at Mao Zedong.Seeing that the muzzle of the gun was gradually leaving, she breathed a sigh of relief: "Huh..."

Mr. Xu's eyes suddenly narrowed, and his dead wood-like fingers moved slightly. Song Banyan heard a loud noise that shook the world—"Bang!"

The bullet got stuck on the bulletproof glass, and the glass shattered like a cobweb, as if it would shatter at any moment. Countless small pieces of glass fell from the sky, and instantly scattered everywhere like hailstones. Like a surge.

Song Banyan stood there stiffly, dumbfounded, with a dull expression.Bai Xunhua's face was pale, and she was obviously frightened, so she called softly, "Half smoke?"

Song Banyan touched his face, suddenly trembled like a convulsion, and fell onto the wooden sofa with a "plop".

"Huh! Huh!... Huh." She slumped on the sofa weakly, gasping for breath.It took a few seconds before he recovered some strength, raised his cuff and wiped his face, not sure if it was sweat or the tea stain just now.

Mr. Xu fired without looking at her. He put the gun on the coffee table, picked up the enamel teacup, lifted the lid of Baoding and took a sip.

It took a full 3 minutes for Song Banyan to adjust his state.She straightened her back, put her hands on her knees, and sat upright on the sofa: "The junior has been taught."

Her attitude is very sincere, like a convincing junior.This shot shattered those arrogance and unruliness, leaving only the obedient one who knows the current affairs.

Mr. Xu put down his teacup and pondered for a long time.There seemed to be a lot of weight in his heart, and his voice was deep and slow: "I was with you when I was young, and I was not afraid of anything. This is not a bad thing, and I don't know who is terrible."

Song Banyan showed a trace of surprise on his face, and looked at Bai Xunhua in a panic.The two looked at each other, both seemed a little confused, and a little scared.

Bai Xunhua pursed her lips and frowned, shaking her head slightly.Song Banyan sighed softly, looked at Mr. Xu with a frustrated expression, "Mr. Xu, please express that we have seen many people, ghosts, snakes and demons during this period, and now we are all soldiers."

Mr. Xu looked at her for a long time, then raised his chin slightly: "Do you know who released the news about Shengmu Mandui?"

Song Banyan was taken aback for a moment, and said, somewhat unable to get it, "Bai Jimo?"

Mr. Xu glanced at Bai Xunhua: "Bai Jimo is just an arrogant boy. Once Bai Ye dies, he will only have the money in his bank card."

"Lancinate?" Bai Xunhua said uncertainly.

When Mr. Xu heard this name, his tough and serious face immediately frowned, and his tone showed tired displeasure: "You know her, but do you know the person behind her? Her mentor, his republic."

Song Banyan raised his eyebrows and said in surprise, "I always thought she was alone."

"Single-handed?" Elder Xu leaned on the sofa, lowering his eyelids, "I have fought with him for most of my life, from single-handed fighting to now having three thousand boys on my knees."

There was neither pride nor depression in his tone, as if a battle-tested general turned his head and looked back on his life.The gunpowder smoke dissipates, the grass is long, life and death, honor and disgrace, and old comrades-in-arms have all passed away. On the vast and boundless battlefield, only the mortal enemy can be seen from afar.

"Cough." Old Master Xu coughed lightly, the mist in his eyes dissipated, and he returned to his usual old and tough soldier appearance.He raised his finger and pointed to the file cabinet, motioning Song Banyan to get it.

Song Banyan stood up, and took out a key from the drawer of the desk according to Mr. Xu's instructions.She walked to the filing cabinet, looked inside through the glass, and saw that the three-story filing cabinet was neatly filled with file bags.

The silver key was inserted into the lock, and with a slight turn, the door opened.

Song Banyan didn't open it casually, and looked directly at the second floor that Mr. Xu said.Pressing the file bag with her fingertips, the names on the labels flashed through her clear eyes one by one.

"Wow, hiss..."

With the sound of kraft paper rubbing against each other, the heavy file bag was pulled out.Song Banyan hugged the file bag, locked the file cabinet door, and put the key back in the drawer.

She walked back to the sofa and sat down, glanced at Mr. Xu, wrapped her fingertips around the string on the file bag, and wrapped it round and round.The breath that has been dusty for many years, with the thick stack of documents being pulled out, makes people's hearts sink.

What you see is a brief introduction. The old black and white photos are not clear enough. At first glance, it looks like an animal wearing a human mask.

There was very little news on the data card, except for the word "death" in red in the lower right corner, which was particularly obvious on the thin white letter paper.

"This is the first one." Mr. Xu said suddenly, "I was so frightened that I couldn't figure it out, so I shot and killed him."

He suddenly said such a sentence, which made Song Banyan full of doubts.She didn't ask, but lowered her head and opened the next one.After reading the five data cards, Song Banyan seemed to find it boring, and turned his hands faster and faster until he saw Lancinate.

The bright color photos did not show the girl's lively and lovely side, and the immature face of Lancinate seemed to be born with a stern and stern expression.Song Banyan rubbed his chin, and said to himself: "University of London...Mr. Zeng also graduated from University of London, no wonder...this childhood experience is really...this guy is very inspirational...a mentor?"

Song Banyan's voice was suddenly too high, she handed the information in her hand to Bai Xunhua, and quickly flipped through the rest.

"Don't look for it, there is no one for him."

Song Banyan was taken aback, and looked up at Mr. Xu.

Holding the teacup, Mr. Xu seemed lost in thought: "He is just like the members of the Kuomintang group, holding a telescope on a mountain thousands of miles away."

Song Banyan frowned: "Being able to fight with you for so many years, I'm afraid this mentor is much better than those people."

For some reason, old man Xu suddenly became amused, and even laughed: "It's not just much more powerful. Compared with him, I'm the captain of security with a puppet army. Three thousand boys? There's no way to win with the number of people."

Song Banyan listened with lowered eyebrows, and asked, "What's your holiday with him?"

"Festival?" Mr. Xu closed his eyes, his expression became indifferent, and he said in a disdainful tone, "You want to ask us what we are fighting for, right? The map of the Great Yuan Treasure? Dean Zeng's manuscript? Or the Holy Wooden Man... ..."

Song Banyan was really startled at this time. He never expected Mr. Zeng to leave a manuscript, and according to Mr. Xu, it seems to be more important than Da Yuan Treasure!

Mr. Xu closed his eyes, and said slowly: "...What are these things? People outside privately call me old and immortal. Of course it's annoying to be old and not die. But dying and not growing old...that's terrible."

His voice was deep and gloomy, which made people's hair stand on end.

Song Banyan raised his eyebrows and asked in surprise, "What do you mean? That mentor is not human!"

Old Master Xu opened his eyes, and the cloudy pupils had a sharp cold light at the moment: "I only saw him twice, the first time was in 1964."

1964 years!

Wasn't that the year Mr. Zeng jumped to his death from the tower!

Song Banyan remained calm, and only said: "53 years to now is indeed not a short time, but he has lived as long as you."

"Longevity?" Mr. Xu showed a weary look on his face, "Live too long, you don't even know what you are doing alive. If it weren't for him in Nanjing, I would not be like this in my life...I was captured on the battlefield to resist US aggression and aid Korea. I once had an American soldier who told me, don’t make deals with the devil.”

"You made a deal with the devil." Bai Xunhua suddenly said, but the interrogative sentence was spoken with certainty.

"That's right." Mr. Xu's expression gradually became firmer, "I made a deal with the devil, and afterward I want to subdue the devil, so I have to be the devil myself."

The author has something to say: I am very happy to hear the good news today. I wish Lanfeng and Guiya my best wishes.

A couple was formed in the group, and the impoverished group leader, Wo, of course had to express it.

In the message of the chapter, ten people are drawn to give "Luan Xing" red envelopes, and I hope everyone can have a happy marriage.