I caught the murderer

The mahogany bed reveals some traces of antiquity, and the silky brocade quilt is embroidered with large and gorgeous peonies. Coupled with the little afterglow of the setting sun outside the window, the scene is somewhat lively for no reason. Xianglai, people can't help but wonder which beauty's embroidery is this.

It's a pity that the person lying on this bed is not a beauty, but a man.

A man of shape and bones.

He is in the middle age, but except for the white hair on the sideburns, the years have not left any signs of aging on him, and the man's slightly frowned eyebrows are still as distressing as a child's.

The man slept very restlessly, and even the hanging bottle next to the bed shook uneasily with his movements.

He opened his eyes suddenly, revealing a pair of vicissitudes and tired eyes.

"Dad?" The woman who heard the sound quickly put the things in her hands aside. She was dressed in a plain cheongsam, her face was not similar to the man on the bed, but she was a graceful oriental beauty.

——It was the aggressive Jiang Wanyan in Yixing.

And the man she called her father shook his head and refused her support: "Just let me lie like this."

His voice is like a clear spring, which makes people feel comfortable in their ears.

But Jiang Wanyan who heard this voice couldn't help but shed tears.

Too tired, the man closed his eyes wearily, he, Jiang Yue, would have such a limp day.

It's ridiculous.

"Dad..." Jiang Wanyan called out sadly, coupled with her melodious voice, there was a kind of sadness of a cuckoo crying blood.

Jiang Yue's eyelids moved, and he patted his daughter's hand: "Don't cry, let's see what you look like."

At this moment, Jiang Wanyan does not have the softness she had when she was on the set, nor the majesty when she faced Hua Ling. She is like an ordinary girl who can only cry helplessly in the face of the pain of her loved ones.

"This is all retribution..." Jiang Yue sighed faintly, "Retribution..."

"It's not retribution." Jiang Wanyan blinked and suppressed the tears in her eyes, "Dad, I have already met Aunt Pei's son, and I will make it up to him."

I will make it up to him, so can I let this retribution come later.

But the man on the bed shook his head.

"It's too late," Jiang Yue said, "everything is too late."

From the moment he betrayed Pei Yun, the karma had already been planted.

He let go of Jiang Wanyan's hand, and fumbled to pick up a photo from the pillow. The photo seemed to be taken by some crew, and the background was messy, but the pair of good-looking young men and women in the photo were still very eye-catching .

It was the group photo that Jiang Wanyan asked Pei Yuzhou for.

"It really looks like it." Jiang Yue opened his eyes and looked at the photo. He brushed his bluish fingertips over Pei Yuzhou's face in the photo, and his expression was a little relieved. It's so big."

Jiang Yue spoke slowly and softly, like a wisp of smoke that would dissipate at any time, and he was like the glamorous and glamorous December Pai back then.

Seeing Jiang Yue's expression, Jiang Wanyan's mouth trembled, but she finally asked the question that had been bothering her all along.

"Dad, do you love Aunt Pei?"

"Love?" Jiang Yue asked back, and then laughed happily.

Instead of smiling, he laughed out loud, until the man on the bed couldn't help coughing up tears.

This time, Jiang Wanyan was completely panicked. Regardless of Jiang Yue's stop, she forcibly helped him up, and kept patting her father's back to comfort him.

Without the cover of the brocade quilt, the man's extremely thin upper body was completely exposed, and the shapes of those bones were clearly visible, as if they would pierce the man's fragile skin in the next second.

But he is still beautiful, the most wonderful beauty is still beautiful even if the bones are broken, but this beauty is like a flower that is in full bloom, revealing a rotten breath of death.

"I've only loved one person in my life." Jiang Yueshun regained his composure, and looked at Jiang Wanyan a little more lovingly, "I only love your mother."

Jiang Wanyan was taken aback for a moment: "But you treat Aunt Pei..."

"Stupid child..." Jiang Yue turned his head to look at the daughter whom he loved all his life, "That's a shame, a shame that I can't finish my whole life."

"Dad, you have already protected Pei Yuzhou very much." Jiang Wanyan did not approve of his father's words. "If Dad hadn't dealt with that person secretly all these years, how could Pei Yuzhou live so completely."

"You've been worrying about this matter for half your life, isn't it the end?"

"Wanyan, you're still young." Jiang Yue stopped talking after saying this, and the atmosphere in the room became a bit condensed for a while.

"I'm not young anymore!" Jiang Wanyan tightened the handkerchief in her hand to wipe her father's sweat, "Dad, I don't want to cooperate with Yang Shijie, and I don't want to fight with that person anymore."

She and her father finally got rid of those dirty things, but now they have to go back to that circle by themselves, Jiang Wanyan felt an indescribable aggrieved feeling in her heart.

"Look," Jiang Yue stretched out his right hand without infusion. The hand was pale and weak, and the veins on the back of the hand were clearly visible, but even so, it was not difficult to see that it was a pampered hand. It really took human life, but it also caused many wives and children to scatter and die."

And the first person pushed into the abyss by him was Pei Yun.

"Now that Dad is dying, he always thinks about what to do for these people."

"You are my father's daughter, you can do what my father didn't do," Jiang Yue said seriously, "My father doesn't want you to live in guilt and darkness like me."

"Father wants you to sing opera without any worries. Don't be like me, who is overwhelmed by ordinary things."

Jiang Yue was smiling when he said this, but anyone could hear the sadness in his words.

Obviously everything he did was for his own theater, but when he really redeemed the theater, December, who was famous in City B, could no longer sing.

"Jiangshan Liyuan" is a good movie. It made December, but it also ruined Jiangyue.

As Jiang Yue's daughter, Jiang Wanyan naturally knew what her father was feeling sad at the moment, she hurriedly said: "The filming of "The Costume" is already underway, and I personally trained the male lead, so I will definitely not let you down, father."

Jiang Yue shook his head and wanted to say something, but in the end he just said softly: "Okay, then Dad will wait and see."

"Whether it's singing or doing things, you will never let me down."

There was a hint of pride in Jiang Yue's tone, and the tears that Jiang Wanyan had been holding back finally rolled down uncontrollably: "I will not let Dad down."

"I will overthrow him, and I will protect Pei Yuzhou." She looked at her father who was so thin that he was out of shape on the bed and promised, "I will surrender myself, and then I will sing for the rest of my life innocently."

When Jiang Yue heard the word "surrender", Jiang Yue was obviously stunned, and a tear fell from the corner of his eyes without a single fine line: "Wanyan, you are braver than Dad."

"Because I'm my father's daughter," Jiang Wanyan sniffed, and there was a bit of a little girl's cuteness in her movements, "I am the same as my father."

They will also be suppressed because of the wrong things they have done.

"Yang Shijie has already agreed to cooperate with us," Jiang Wanyan put a soft pillow on Jiang Yue's back, "Being bitten by a wolf cub raised by one hand must be very painful for him."

This action consumed a lot of Jiang Yue's strength, he took a few breaths before saying: "What did you promise her?"

"Help her deal with Liu Zhenfeng," Jiang Wanyan explained when Jiang Yue frowned, "Of course I won't really kill someone."

"Liu Zhenfeng didn't live long."

Liu Zhenfeng was obsessed with drinking and sex, and he had already been hollowed out after so many years. It is really good luck for him to survive this catastrophe.

"It's strange to say that this Liu Zhenfeng was obviously sent by Yang Shijie to contact Pei Yuzhou, so why is Yang Shijie wishing for his own people to die right now?"

"What kind of person?" Jiang Yue smiled, "Just like our Jiang family, Liu Zhenfeng is a dog raised by the organization, but he has been enslaved for too long, and he has forgotten how to resist."

"There are indeed some things in his hands that can threaten Yang Shijie, but that is when he is sane. Once he falls into this situation, those things will turn into his death talisman."

Just like Pei Yuzhou.

Yang Shijie was puzzled, "What exactly is it?"

Jiang Yue didn't directly answer this question, he asked instead: "Wanyan, do you know why Dad found Liu Zhenfeng as the screenwriter of this movie?"

"Isn't it because of the organization's request?" Jiang Wanyan said, "Liu Zhenfeng has always been the organization's money laundering tool. How could they not get involved in remakes of classic movies?"

Jiang Yue denied, "It's not the organization, it's me who wants to invite Liu Zhenfeng."

"After all, he also followed the entire movie back then. I thought that handing over the right to adapt the script to him would never disappoint me, but I didn't expect..."

Unexpectedly, Liu Zhenfeng became a vegetable within a few days after the filming started.

"Him?" Jiang Wanyan was a little puzzled, "Liu Zhenfeng's name is not on the production list of "Jiangshan Liyuan"."

"Back then, he was just a small worker in the film crew," Jiang Yue's eyes had a hint of reminiscence, "but he really loved movies, and he really loved Pei Yun."

Jiang Yue grew up in Liyuan, and his eyes have long seen through the warmth and coldness of the world. The young man who has been staring at Pei Yun from the corner of the set naturally did not escape his eyes.

The eyes were sincere and warm, but it was a pity that Mingzhu already had the owner at that time, and I don't know what Pei Yun said to the other party. Jiang Yue never saw the boy again during the second half of the filming.

When Jiang Yue saw Liu Zhenfeng's face in the newspaper many years later, he was not without emotion. The small worker in the crew turned into a well-known screenwriter, and the youthfulness and apathy disappeared without a trace. There are only red lights, green wine, and sensuality.

Especially when he learned that the other party had stepped into Yixing's gate, Jiang Yue felt the power of fate for the first time.

Going round and round, those people from more than [-] years ago got together again.

It's just that the woman who smiled so sweetly never came back.

"I admit that Liu Zhenfeng loves movies and has a bit of talent. His success is not entirely due to Yixing's praise, but his character is really bad." Jiang Wanyan disagreed, "This time the incident is completely He deserved it."

"Ever since he had a crush on that girl, he should have expected such a day to come."

Although Jiang Wanyan didn't see everything that happened that day, she also heard a general idea from Jiang Heng.

"I will keep Jiang Heng," Jiang Wanyan assured, "No one can touch the male lead of "The Costume"."

The movie is halfway through, and she will definitely not let the crew have a scandal at this time.

When everything is settled, she will personally send Jiang Heng to the police station.

including herself.

Jiang Yue coughed twice: "It's not up to you to move too much."

"Pei Yun's son has never been a master at the mercy of others."