Sincerely waiting to return to the building, the twilight is deep

Wang Fuqu died, on New Year's Eve.

Wang Manchun had a nervous breakdown and almost shot Mingcheng who pushed the door to death.

Minglou comforted Wang Manchun.

In short, the two of them were very busy.

Although this action was approved by Minglou, and such a result was within their expectations, if Mingtai did it again, their heads would definitely swell quite a bit.

Mingtai really thought he could be a lone hero. If his elder brother and himself hadn't used various reasons to instigate some people to leave the new government building and modify several positions in the plan, the chance of success this time was basically zero.

On the way to send Wang Manchun to the hotel, Mingcheng really let go of his worries.

Liang Zhongchun didn't find anything, but it doesn't mean there were no mistakes.

Ming Lou sat in the back seat of the car: "Wait a minute and go buy some fireworks."

Mingcheng knows that the eldest sister likes fireworks, so the Ming family sets them off every year.

What would the night sky be like if all the gunpowder ended up being used to make fireworks.

After Minglou spoke a few words to the waiter in the restaurant, he got into the car with him.

When passing by the store, Ming Lou Zhi asked him to buy fireworks.

He felt that his eldest brother had been quite silent these two days, but he didn't know how to ask.

He knocked on the store door.

The clerk is a girl with a round face, very well-behaved with a pair of glasses.

"Sir, your change." The girl handed over the change.

Mingcheng's first reaction was the female student he had hooked up with that night, but the height was wrong.It can be a pad to increase the height, but the person who joined the joint that day was shorter than this girl.Could it have been cut off?

Shivering, Mingcheng picked up a big pack of fireworks.

Open the door, throw in the backseat, close the door.

All in one go.

Minglou looked helplessly at the fireworks that occupied half of the back seat: "What do you want?"

How could it be possible to buy so many fireworks at one time?

Mingcheng sat in the front driver's seat without looking back: "We'll talk about it after New Year's Eve."

They lit the fireworks.

This surprise made Der Spiegel very happy.

Playing mischievously like a child.

Mingtai stole their limelight.

The eldest sister forgot those fireworks when she saw Mingtai.

After Mingcheng went in and put away all the bags, he went to the door to check to make sure that the fireworks were all off before he went to the dining table.

New Year's Eve dinner.

Ming Jing gave the servants and other servants of the Ming mansion a holiday, and there are only members of the Ming family here.

The happy atmosphere does not see the darkness of the times at all.

Mingcheng knows that Mingtai has many problems.

At home, if anyone's mind is the easiest to guess, it is Mingtai.

He is the most favored in the Ming family, and he and his big brothers and sisters know his little problems and habits too well.

What's more, the two of them are still his upline, and they already know him thoroughly.

The eldest sister's pampering made Mingtai more confident, and he almost pointed Minglou's nose and asked him if he was a traitor.

In the face of pediatric insinuations, Ming Lou also pushed the boat along the way, seeing the tricks and breaking the tricks.

This made Mingtai very angry, and because the elder sister was not good at attacking.

While they were poking each other with linguistic "little darts," the door was pushed open.

The moment Mingcheng saw the person coming in, he suddenly understood what Minglou said that day.

He looked at Minglou, Minglou looked at the eldest sister, and the eldest sister looked at him.Only Mingtai looked at them blankly.

In fact, he didn't hate Aunt Gui so much anymore.He just can't untie that knot.

He also once asked himself, Minglou, if he was a liar.

Minglou told him clearly: he is not a liar.

He also ran out before, but in the vast world, he had nowhere to go, was too young to survive, and was bullied by those older children.Aunt Gui found him, gave him something to eat, and then beat him again.

During that time, he seemed to be suffering from a disease. He knew that Aunt Gui might kill him one day, but he couldn't leave.

Sometimes, after he saw that he had beaten him, Aunt Gui would cry.

For Aunt Gui, he is not only the transfer of the mother's love for the children in the urban area, but also the embodiment of her hatred for the wrongdoers. Every time she wants him to die, and every time she pulls him back when he is about to die.

It's just that at that time, he didn't know why Aunt Gui shed tears, but he didn't want to make others sad, so he never left.

He remembered that the nuns in the orphanage said he was abandoned, there were bloodstains on the small quilt he was wrapped in, and the tattoos on his arms were more like amulets drawn by Taoist priests.

It could be said that he might be a disaster star who brings disaster to others.

No one likes him, no one laughs at him.

Aunt Gui smiled at him.

So gentle, gentle, and warm.

Mammy asked him if he wanted to make the aunt in front of him happy.

He said, "Yes."

Then you go and call her mom.

That time, Mingcheng no longer remembered what the cause was.

Aunt Gui beat him, broke his head, and blood flowed from his forehead to his collar.

An 11-year-old child looks like he is eight or nine years old because of chronic malnutrition.

The thin Mingcheng curled up, begging for mercy, hoping that Aunt Gui would stop as usual, and then twisted his ears to let him chop firewood and carry water.

However, no.

Aunt Gui beat him like crazy and cursed him.

There are some local slang mixed in it, which he doesn't understand.

It wasn't until he had no strength to dodge that Aunt Gui stopped, spat at him, then went into the house with her handbag and went out to the street as usual.

Later, he remembered that time, perhaps, Aunt Gui had finally made up her mind and was waiting for him to die.

He hugged himself into a ball, his meaning was gradually blurring.

He thought everything was over in the end, he saw the smile on the corner of Aunt Gui's mouth before going out.

There is a sense of relief.

He also laughed involuntarily.

After waking up from the dream, Mingcheng never fell asleep again.

He had talked with Minglou about Aunt Gui.

He made it clear that he could not live under the same roof as her.

Minglou also made it very clear that he could only meet Aunt Gui every day.

He is not willful, nor is he angry, but the real feeling of being abandoned and betrayed under the powerlessness to resist.

Put it aside, put the matter aside for now as long as she doesn't invade his personal space.Sometimes put aside problems, time will solve everything.

He also didn't want his elder brother and elder sister to be in trouble.

What about Mingyue?

Mingyue still couldn't stay up all night after eating, so she went to bed early, not knowing what happened.

But what about tomorrow morning?He was going to meet Nantian at the Navy Club by helping Minglou deliver the manuscript about Wang Fuqu, and it was impossible for him to bring her with him.

The only thing to do is to turn off the lighting platform later.

navy club

Nan Tian arrived first.

When Mingcheng entered, Nantian had already been waiting for a while.

After talking about some information that had been discussed in advance, he explained Minglou's analysis of the current situation in an ambiguous manner, as well as his warning not to take this troubled water.

Nantian pondered for a long time before asking, "Mr. Ah Cheng, do you have anything else to say?"

Mingcheng shook his head: "That's all."

Nantian deliberately did not hide his disappointment: "Well, Mr. Cheng, thank you for your service to the Great Japanese Empire."

Mingcheng closed the door, thought carefully about his words and deeds, then opened the door again, and said to Nantian who was a little confused: "Section Chief Nantian, Happy New Year."

Mingcheng was uneasy all the way.

After returning home, he looked at his watch, and his elder brother should be in the study at this time.

Therefore, when he opened the door and saw Mingtai, his vigilance as an intelligence officer made him directly change his tone into a repelling question.

It's a pity that this little ancestor of the Ming family doesn't like this at all.

If you really give some color, you can open a dyeing workshop, if you have two coppers, you can become a fat man, if you can order three-legged cats, you can become a hero.

When carrying the ladder downstairs, Mingcheng glanced at Minglou's bedroom.

Mingyue didn't know how to get in, and two people, one big and one small, were talking and laughing.

Pushing open the door of the study, he tried his best to persuade himself to ignore the protruding corner of the document bag, so that he could not hear the sound of the zipper being closed.

Mingtai, do you dare to be more blatant?

Back in his bedroom, Aunt Gui was in his room.

Without even thinking about it, Mingcheng reprimanded directly: "Get out!"

"Ah Cheng." Aunt Gui was frightened, timid, hesitant to speak, her eyes weeping.

Mingcheng looked at her, feeling a little unbearable, after all, she let herself give herself the initial happiness.

However, since he was a child, the blurred cyan pattern on his arm has always reminded him of the kind of hell he has experienced.

Forgive the word, easier said than done.

Furthermore, there are more or less things in his room that others cannot see.

Aunt Gui just came to tidy up his room with a rag and feather duster. Was she here to be courteous or to do something else.

He would rather Aunt Gui came looking for something, so that he would have a reason not to forgive.

A few days later, the photo was still in Mingcheng's hands.

Looking at the photos of some phantoms, Mingcheng was very hesitant: Does Wang Tianfeng know or not?

Just pretend that Wang Tianfeng doesn't know.

Minglou saw his hesitation: "What's the matter, what's the problem."

Mingcheng thinks it's better to take precautions: "Brother, let's talk about this first, don't be angry."

Just as Minglou was about to speak, Mingcheng continued, "You can't find fault either."

Getting angry and finding fault in Minglou's temper weather forecast are two different levels of danger.

Minglou looked at his hesitant expression, grabbed the other end of the photo, and pulled it hard, but couldn't get it.

"Let go." His tone was calm.

Mingcheng had no choice but to let go, explaining in his heart that I can only help you so far.

How could he know that Minglou actually smiled, and smiled with some relief: "This is much better than my first time."

Minglou flipped through a few more, his smile disappeared, and his expression became serious.

"Brother..." Mingcheng called out tentatively.

Minglou wanted to throw the photo away, but he calmed down and returned it to Mingcheng: "Ah Cheng, from tomorrow onwards, you and Axiang should pay attention to Mingtai at all times and try to scare him as much as possible. This mental quality is too poor. gone."

Yes, not only did Mingtai shake his hands when taking pictures, but he also lost a piece of paper!