[ Bottle Evil ] Ten years of cloud and rain turn into breeze

It has been several days since I returned to Hangzhou, and Li Cuo, who should have been very anxious to ask Wu Xie, has not returned for a long time, yes, he has not returned.

Wu Xie didn't think it was because the hall was too busy, it was obvious that the boy was escaping. Today, Li Cuo suddenly sent a message saying that he was coming back at night, so Wu Xie just sat on the sofa and waited for him.

What will happen to the kid when he finds out everything?Who will his resentment be transferred to?Although Wu Xie thinks that he has not misjudged the person, but at this time his heart is still not at peace. No matter how Li Cu's father died, if he hadn't forcefully pulled Li Cu into his team, everything would have been lost. tragedies will never happen.

Do you have any regrets?No, even if Wu Xie did it all over again, he would still choose that way, but he might do it more perfectly.The previous plan could be regarded as flawless, but it was not perfect after all, because there were too many dead souls buried in it.

In this matter, Zhang Qiling chose to evade, or Wu Xie locked him in the bedroom forcefully. Today, for Li Cuo, this master may be extremely dangerous. If he really breaks up with Wu Xie if.

There was a slight knock on the door, Wu Xie lowered his head and sipped his tea, he knew who was coming.

"Boss."

Raising his head, Wu Xie looked at Li Cu. This person's face was still immature, but his eyes already contained too much profundity and maturity. He looked like a suit and leather shoes, and he wanted to laugh inexplicably. No need to think about it, he knew it was the fat man. It's unreliable to let him wear it like this.Damn, you gangsters are not successful people, don't you think it's awkward for a child to wear this?When patrolling the entrance, no one complained?

But at this time, Wu Xie didn't want to complain anymore, instead of letting Li Cu sit down, Wu Xie stood up and patted him on the shoulder, "Good job."

"It's not as good as you, Boss." With a smile, Li Cu found that his smile was a bit far-fetched, and he stopped forcing it, and asked bluntly, "Boss, I have something to ask you." If it was before, maybe Li Cu would also pave the way for some words before, or make a joke to ease the atmosphere, but during this time, Li Cu has matured too much, and although he was in awe of Wu Xie, he was no longer as nervous as before.

Seeing Li Cu's changes, Wu Xie is happy and also sad. He is no longer the boy he used to be. Correspondingly, Li Cuo can no longer be an ordinary person like before.

The responsibility on him was added by Wu Xie. Wu Xie understands how heavy it is, and it is precisely because of this that he feels sad. Is his choice really correct?he does not know.

"Ask and I'll tell you."

Li Tu pursed his lips, and his chapped lips were slightly painful, which made his nerves clearer.He looked at Wu Xie, hesitated for a long time, and only when Wu Xie was standing stiffly, he said bluntly: "Boss, how did my father die?"

How did he die... Wu Xie expected this question, but he didn't want to talk about it at all, but Li Cuo had grown up, or was mature enough, and he decided to tell him when he was waiting for the other party today.

"It's a long story." Wu Xie lit a cigarette, and there was no Zhang Qiling around him to make him unscrupulous, but he didn't feel joy at all, just full of disappointment, "You guessed well before, you Being selected was not a coincidence, your father used to be my third uncle's buddy."

Li Cu's pupils shrank suddenly. Guessing is one thing, but actually getting the answer is another. It is still difficult for him to accept this fact. It turns out that he was not born by playing dice at all, but was already sure.

Seeing his inexplicable expression, Wu Xie took a deep puff of cigarette and said, "I turned back later."

Li Cu stared at Wu Xie all of a sudden, with surprise in his eyes, but more fear, he was afraid.

"At that time, he was a very important part of my third uncle's plan, because his rebellion directly led to the failure of the plan. My third uncle is still alive and dead now. When I learned about this, I decided to eradicate him." As he spoke, he took another puff of the cigarette and suddenly exhaled smoke rings, his expression indifferent.

"So, so, you killed him?" Li Cu's voice trembled when he said this.

Wu Xie looked at Li Cu, the emotion in his eyes was very light, and asked him: "If I kill him, are you going to kill me?"

Li Cu's hand had subconsciously touched the nipple on his waist, and his body trembled when he heard Wu Xie's words, his fingertips were prickled by the coldness of the nipple, and he immediately retracted.

His movements were too big, so naturally he couldn't escape Wu Xie's eyes, but Wu Xie didn't say anything, just continued to smoke quietly, waiting for the other party's answer.

The heart seems to be calm all of a sudden.

There was a wry smile on the corner of Li Cu's lips, and he said: "I can't kill you, and I... don't want to kill you, my father knows he will die of anger." Speaking of this, he couldn't help pursing his lips again, "Let me go, I don't want to be by your side anymore."

Glancing at him lightly, Wu Xie said, "His death is inseparable from me, but I didn't kill it." After a pause, he continued: "Believe it or not, I was there to save him .”

Li Cu was stunned for a moment, and then he seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and the depression between the two of them dissipated a lot.

"Are you still leaving?"

"Didn't you kill my father? Didn't your people kill him?" Li Cuo asked.

Wu Xie nodded, "Whether you believe it or not..."

"I believe." A very firm voice.

The trust in his eyes touched Wu Xie's eyes, and the next moment Wu Xie smiled gently, "Let me continue, I can say that I sent many people to look for him..."

"Boss, needless to say." Li Cuo immediately stopped Wu Xie.

"You don't want to know?"

With a wistful smile, "I'm not that curious, as long as it's not done by the boss, thank you, boss." After speaking, Li Cu turned around and went back to his room.

He didn't want an answer at all, but he just wanted to confirm his firmness towards Wu Xie. Along the way, there were always some people who he couldn't turn his back on and who he didn't want to turn his back on.

Wu Xie looked at it in a daze, and it took him a while to come back to his senses, quietly smoking the cigarette in his mouth, all the depression in his heart disappeared at once, maybe it was the best result for Li Cu not to know.

In my mind, the man's last entreaty still echoed: "Little Buddha, Yali is just begging you, please... let him live."

He did survive, but unfortunately, he became the kind of person you least want him to be.

With a bitter smile, Wu Xie dropped the cigarette butt.

Slowly turned around and walked back to his room, only to find that Zhang Qiling was holding a roll of rice paper and watching quietly, with a hint of sadness in his calm expression.

Wu Xie pursed her lips and walked over, reading the three sentences written on it as she walked: "A piece of silk script for half a lifetime, three days of silent guarding in the mulberry field, five years of sand sea gods and ghosts' hatred..." His voice was drawn out leisurely With a smile, "The things I wrote casually are not good enough, but I don't know how to finish them."

When he said this, he was smiling, but there was a slight melancholy in his eyes.

Zhang Qiling looked at him quietly, and suddenly glanced at the rice paper in his hand, then laid it flat on the desk, picked up the writing brush that Wu Xie had always kept beside him, and dipped it in the ground ink.

"Brother, you are..." Before he finished speaking, Wu Xie saw Zhang Qi's smart pen.

The slender figure flicked his wrist lightly, and the pen moved slowly. After a while, the last meal was completed. Wu Xie didn't come back to his senses when he saw the charm of his writing.

Picking up the rice paper again, Zhang Qiling read softly: "One piece of silk script for half a lifetime, three days of silent guarding in the mulberry field, five years of detestation by sand sea gods and ghosts..." After reading this, his voice paused slightly, and his eyes moved away from the rice paper. opened, scattered on Wu Xie's body, "Ten years of cloud and rain have turned into a breeze."

"Ten years of cloud and rain have turned into a breeze..." Wu Xie pursed his lips tightly as he murmured, feeling his nose sour for the first time in these days.

Stretching out his hand, he took Wu Xie into his arms, Zhang Qiling patted his back lightly, and murmured: "It's over."

past...

Yes, it's over.The corners of Wu Xie's lips curled slightly, and it was all over. Whether it was the ignorance of the world or the bloody battle to break the situation, everything... It's over.

Li Cu is still by his side, Yang Hao is picking up girls in Beijing, Su Wan has become much more energetic these days, Xiao Hua and Hei Xiazi have finally come together, Fatty is not going back to Banai anymore, the most important thing is...

"Brother, I don't allow you to leave." Breaking free from Zhang Qiling's arms, Wu Xie raised her eyes, her voice was gentle, but there was a determination almost obsessive in her eyes.

"I do not go."

Whose smile is the corner of the lips swaying leisurely?Or maybe, what obsession?

This dream is destined to last forever...

When the fat man saw the words in the hall, he stood there for a long time. He changed from being sad at first to being cold and stern, but he returned to calm and ease in the last sentence, which touched him a lot.People who haven't experienced everything in the above four sentences will not understand, and there are probably only three people in this world who really fully understand, Wu Xie, Zhang Qiling and... him.

"Okay, I didn't expect that my brother also likes to dance and write." Stretching out his hand to wipe his face, wiping away the tears that shouldn't have existed, the fat man chuckled, then turned and left.

Posture, tall and straight.

The thin gold body in front of the poem is so sharp, it is not necessary to think that it is also Wu Xie's handwriting, but Zhang Qiling is the only one in this world who can write on his unfinished poems and hang them up.

Sunlight slipped in through the wide open door and scattered on the rice paper. The sharp and resolute thin gold body and the gentle and graceful official script complement each other. They are completely opposite to each other, but they are indescribably harmonious.

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