Qin Gong's life is spent at the bottom of the flower [broken wonton sea colleagues]

Mr. Gong pulled Qinchuan to the second floor of Paramount, but this time he did not bring a partner, and he refused to go off the dance floor.

The cheongsam dancer in fragrant clothes is twirling around, the round fan in her hand turned into a room of peonies, handing over piles of autumn waves, but Mr. Gong suddenly turns into Liu Xiahui who doesn't understand the style, and only gives it to Taiping Houkui. Qin Chuan talked about Liang Qichao's point of view that "taxes are directly paid to the present, while public debts are indirectly and paid to the future".

The colorful lights poured down on their upright and upright bodies, and the drinking and drinking seemed like the gods of the western fairyland—if the fairyland played jazz.

Making friends is about keeping in touch with each other, so Qin Chuan invited Mr. Gong to watch Fudan Drama Club's "Being Compelling" at the Carlton Theater.

There is a plot in the play that Director Zhang used his power to threaten Mr. Wang's position and demanded a kiss from Mrs. Wang.When performing on the domestic stage, he actually placed a single sofa on the left side of the stage, with his back to the audience. When Director Zhang leaned down and approached Mrs. Wang, Mrs. Wang drew a bright red lip mark on his face.

However, from the audience's point of view, Mrs. Wang bowed her head in silence and sighed on her back. In order to keep Mr. Wang's position and the livelihood of her five children, she reluctantly kissed Director Zhang on the face.

Mr. Gong saw the whole scene amidst the blaring whistle, and then looked at Qin Chuan's side face thoughtfully, almost seeing the end of the scene.

Qin Chuan was terrified by his deep black eyes, and wanted to ask Mr. Gong if he had strabismus a few times. After thinking about it, he was afraid that Mr. Gong would say something that was not in line with traditional Chinese ethics, so he had to pretend Nothing happened, and I deeply regretted why I had to obey the teachings of my ancestors and deal with this foreign devil with courtesy.

In terms of excess self-awareness, Mr. Gong is very similar to Yan Yan. He is quite able to misinterpret other people's unintentional actions or pure coincidences as hints that are beneficial to them-such as he is willing, he is very active, and so on.

Not to mention that he took the initiative to invite Mr. Gong to watch this play.

Mr. Gong learns everything very quickly, and he is afraid that he should pressure Director Lu to fire Qin Chuan tomorrow, so that he can force Qin Chuan to come and commit himself.

The more Qin Chuan thought about it, the more he felt that this matter should not be considered carefully, and cold sweat broke out on his back. After the play ended, he hurriedly gave Mr. Gong a volume of "Tao Te Ching".

Mr. Gong was amused, and gave Qin Chuan a handwritten collection of "Flowers of Evil" that he translated by himself the next day. He also specially put a pure gold bookmark on a certain page - one of the sentences reads "The Lover bows down." To breathe on beauty is like the dying caressing his grave."

Mr. Gong once practiced calligraphy with Yu Youren, and his cursive strokes are like old vines, vigorous in bending, stable and upright in structure, dripping with ink, and wrapping the edge of the brush, which is quite like a gentleman's possession of tools.The writing is like a person, and it can be seen that it is definitely not something in the pool.

Qin Chuan looked at the words he signed on the documents in the team, and felt ashamed of himself, but because of some unspeakable subtle competitive psychology, he really didn't want to accept that Mr. Gong, a "white pig", was not good at calligraphy and Chinese. The fact is quite high, turned around and entrusted someone to buy a copy of "Chunqiu Fanlu Yizheng" and returned it to Mr. Gong.

The theories of the people of the Western Han Dynasty really frightened the foreign ink. Qin Chuan deliberately mentioned some theories of the interaction between heaven and man, and the intergeneration of the five elements. He talked a lot in several discussions.

Sure enough, for the next few days, Mr. Gong's eyes were turning blue and black, probably Kui Ye turned on the lamp to study.

Qin Chuan has such a temper, Mr. Gong is laughing and talking, and he is fooling around with him; when Mr. Gong takes it seriously, he feels a little ashamed, so he turns around and asks Mr. Gong to watch a movie, without mentioning his age.

After picking and choosing, I chose Tan Pai's "Si Lang Visits His Mother".

Tan Fuying on the curtain sang "I miss my mother so much that my heart hurts, and I miss my mother so much that I shed tears on my chest." Qin Chuan took off his gold-rimmed glasses and wiped them with a cotton handkerchief.

The projector creaked, and there were blurred figures inside and outside the screen. Mr. Gong saw that it was not his lens that was fogging up.

After the movie ended, Qin Chuan had already returned to his handsome appearance. He held up his glasses casually, but he caught sight of something out of the corner of his eye. His casual expression froze for a moment, and then he nodded unquestionably: "Then I'll go home first, Gong The boss also rests earlier."

Just as Mr. Gong was about to stay, a staff member in a long robe and mandarin jacket hurriedly separated from the crowd and ran into the gate, knocking off several couples who were arm-in-arm along the way, and suddenly disturbed the crowd who were about to leave the theater. Mr. Gong was also caught by several people who almost fell People stopped him, and when he raised his eyes again, Qin Chuan was gone.

The time when day and night meet is the most embarrassing moment in Shanghai. In the early morning, Fu's powder has already fallen off, and before evening makeup is finished, it is time to welcome the late-night carnival.

At dusk it was drowsy, and the sweltering wind lifted a corner of the neon, gold and silver multicolored cheongsam of the Oriental Pearl Tower, revealing the dirty alley underneath, like scars that were difficult to remove on the legs of stars.

The frieze decoration on the top of the Shikumen made of clear water bricks has been slightly worn away. Qin Chuan is hidden behind the tall shadow of the western classical pilasters. The sweat in his hands makes the handle of the gun seem to be slipping. A dagger on the back waist.

The conversation before get off work is still vivid.

Qin Chuan draped the police uniform jacket over his shoulders with his backhand: "The suspect ran away long ago and disappeared, and someone has been sent to the train station to guard, but it is estimated that this will be the case tonight. Old Yan, why are you not in a hurry to leave?"

Without raising his head, Yan Yan waved his hand casually while flipping through the paper: "Go and play with your concubine, I'll take a look at the file again."

Although Yan Yan didn't look at him, Qin Chuan still subconsciously looked away, trying his best to make himself look normal from expression to voice: "Stop talking nonsense. Aren't you planning to go to your Director Jiang today?"

Yan Xie stopped what he was doing, and raised his eyebrows playfully at Qin Chuan: "Tsk tsk, you're angry from embarrassment?"

He observed Qin Chuan carefully, the deep eye sockets on the face of [-] people who went to the sea overnight, and they were constantly emitting a strong perspective ray called gossip: "You don't want to stay in a big man, old Qin..."

Qin Chuan felt uncomfortable all over, and Yan Yan lowered his head and continued to look at the black-and-white photos before Qin Chuan scolded him: "My Director Jiang took the train to Nanjing for a meeting in the morning, and he will not be here for a few days. I will keep an eye on this case, and I will go to the scene later have a look."

Jiang Ting, who set off for Nanjing in the morning, is currently stabbing someone with a knife—to be precise, he was blocked in an alley by a few people who seemed to be his colleagues from the Party Affairs Investigation Department. After stabbing, Jiang Ting was obviously injured.

If it wasn't for Yan Yan's clinging to Jiang Ting to the point where he could be convicted of hooliganism or knowingly breaking the law, which made the entire inspection team feel annoyed every day, Qin Chuan would not have recognized Jiang Ting in disguise from the crowd at a glance.

Five minutes later, Qin Chuan stabbed a secret agent's throat firmly from behind.

The poor spy didn't even have time to look down at the point of the knife that pierced through, and only had time to make a few throat rubbing sounds. Qin Chuan pulled out the dagger, and blood spurted out violently!

It was like a fountain of flesh and blood in a dead alley. Qin Chuan supported the corpse and leaned against the corner silently.Looking up again, Jiang Ting barely stood up with the support of the stone bricks, tore a long piece of cloth from the poor-quality long gown, and tied it tightly on his leg.

Not even a thank you.

Qin Chuan gave a "tsk".It has long been felt that the aura between Jiang Ting and him has not been right, and it should not be due to partisanship.

Although he dodged in time, he was still splashed half of his body with blood.When wiping his face, he hesitated for a second, and was about to say something when his ears keenly caught the footsteps from three streets behind him——

The patrol house must have heard gunshots, and at least one patrol team was trying to surround the alley from several directions!

Jiang Ting obviously also heard the movement, and suddenly raised his head, his eyes were so sharp that it didn't seem to come from his handsome and elegant shell.

The two looked at each other for less than half a second, Jiang Ting resolutely raised his hand and made a "come here" gesture, Qin Chuan took off his coat without hesitation and twisted it towards the side alley, a stream of blood immediately splashed into the thick night.

Not even looking back at the scene he created, Qin Chuan ran over in two steps, half-armed and half-threatening Jiang Ting, walked over a field of dead people, quickly climbed over the wall of the alley and entered an empty residential house, and opened the door. The straw piled up in the courtyard is like a tunnel!

Qin Chuan followed Jiang Ting in the tunnel, twisting and turning, climbing up and down, Jiang Ting pushed open a door on the dark wall unexpectedly, and there was an unremarkable black car parked outside, the door even facing the entrance open!

Qin Chuan intended to lag behind by a few steps, but the exit came too suddenly and the distance was too close. Jiang Ting had already pulled Qin Chuan past him with a force that an injured person should not have, and stuffed him into the back seat. The action was no different from pushing and shoving. Quite inconsistent with his usual calm and refined manner.

When Qin Chuan rolled into the car door, he and Mr. Gong in the driver's seat looked at each other for a second, and both of them were stunned.