Against the current Hengdao

Early in the morning, Yan Xiaodao originally wanted to keep Mr. Ling at home, but he knew he couldn't do anything with Ling He, so he could only go out together and follow him closely.The two came to Pier 5 again in the early morning.

The pier is closed, no ships enter or leave the port, and idlers cannot approach it.

The core area of ​​the pier was completely surrounded and blocked by the police. The cordon was divided into three floors inside and three floors outside, and traffic control was implemented nearby.It looks like the crisis is far from over.The arrest of Gu Yaoting involved important people behind this person, and Yancheng and this side are still coordinating in private.

It is estimated that someone wanted Gu Yaoting to shut up from now on, never to speak again, and never to make trouble and post photos, but at this time there was no chance to silence Gu Yaoting, and Gu Yaoting was trapped in layers of police circles... This person can't run anyway, he can't fly, he will be trapped here to death, Yan Xiaodao and the others are just waiting for the news that the suspects from Ju Bao and Captain Xue will finally be arrested.

If the suspect refused to disarm and surrender until noon, Captain Xue would definitely order the special police team to attack, and it would only take a few hours.

A group of seagulls soared over the harbor, and above the gunpowder smoke was the vast sea and sky.The sky is like a mirror hanging high, clear and cloudless, untainted by the original sin of the world.

It is this pier where many stories have happened. The old man has passed away, and the past is like dust and smoke. Walking by the sea makes people feel melancholy.

Linghe has a sharp nose, and smelled from a long distance that there is a time-honored brand of sugar-fried chestnuts on the street next to him. He immediately got hungry and wanted to buy chestnuts.

Yan Xiaodao said without hesitation: "Shall I buy it for you?"

Ling He pressed his shoulders and put him on the spot: "No need, I'm not a child who can't take care of himself."

Yan Xiaodao said again: "You buy a pack for me too."

Ling He just wanted to say that you don't like to eat that kind of soft chestnuts, and then he understood Xiaodao's intentions, but he didn't point it out.

Yan Xiaodao stood alone on the high platform on the shore blowing the wind, looking at the scenery, let the biting sea breeze blow his forehead from head to toe, making him sober and sober.

He turned around and took out a few bottles of beer from the trunk of the car.He was sitting on a bench by the shore, facing the tumbling waves, looking for the faint black spots in the waves, and then found that those small black spots either rose into the sky and turned into seabirds with wings spread, or were swallowed by the waves. Without a trace, I feel melancholy...

He opened two bottles of wine, one at his feet, the other in his hand.

He raised a bottle to toast the sea: "Godfather, let's have a drink."

Qi Baoshan's life and death are unknown and his whereabouts are unknown, and the news has been concealed so far. Therefore, no black gauze can be wrapped around the knife, the grave cannot be lifted up, and the secret is not publicized. He can only sit by the seaside occasionally, paying homage to the sea and talking about filial piety.

There were still a few unopened bottles of beer on the bench. He used his teeth and fingers to pry off the caps of the beer bottles, and spilled all the wine on the shore of the pier, watching the light yellow wine pour out slantingly with the wind.

This is the wine spilled for the Youjia father and son who have been buried in the earth and Watanabe's old pig dog.

The harbor in the early morning is sparsely populated, and because of the martial law in the vicinity, there are very few people in the field of vision.

There was a slight "squeak" sound behind him, Yan Xiaodao didn't pay attention at first, and didn't bother to look back.The movement was close at hand, and there seemed to be a circle behind him. An old man in a wheelchair was slowly shaking the wheel alone, and was also wandering on the beach.

The old man in the wheelchair bent down with some difficulty, picked up an empty soda can that was discarded, and threw it into the trash can not far away.The soda can drew an arc at low altitude, and the throw was quite accurate.

This old man is very funny, he moves around in a squeaky wheelchair, he seems to have a cleanliness or obsessive-compulsive disorder, he can't bear the filth everywhere, and in a short while, he has cleaned up all the garbage on the nearby beach.The old man finally turned back to Yan Xiaodao, bent down and reached for the wine bottle at his feet.

Just as Yan Xiaodao was about to speak, the old man grinned: "Oh, didn't you finish your drink?"

"Do you want a bottle too?" Yan Xiaodao nodded politely.

"Okay, let's have a bottle." The old guy was really blunt, reached out to take the last bottle of beer that had just been opened, and drank it with two gulps.

Perhaps because of someone, Yan Xiaodao is inexplicably kind to wheelchairs now, and can't help but look at them a few more times.The old man probably also had his knees and calves paralyzed due to a disease. The muscles in his legs were obviously atrophied, and they hung thinly on the seat. He looked like he had been paralyzed and had been bedridden for many years.A little comparison like this shows that Ling He was deliberately pretending at the beginning, but Ling He's leg muscles have never atrophied.

"Young man, do you often come to see the sea?" The old man didn't seem to be busy, just chatting with him.

"I don't come here often, I come here occasionally to nostalgia." Yan Xiaodao responded.

"You are so young, what are you nostalgic for?" the old man asked slowly.

"Father went out to sea and is no longer with me. I'll come to the beach to have a look. Maybe one day he will come back with the boat." Yan Xiaodao said implicitly.

"Oh—good son!" The old man smiled strangely, as if exaggerated crimson gums were exposed when he opened his mouth, and his smile made people feel uncomfortable. "I'm also here to nostalgia. Me, There is an old man who I have known for many years, who is about the same age as me. It is said that because of a quarrel with his son, he was abandoned by his son. !"

Yan Xiaodao: "..."

"Hehehehe..." The old man was happy again, and he was not shy about his cheerful mood. It didn't seem like paying homage to an old friend, but rather like running to the beach to gloat and shout, "You old boy died earlier than me after all. "!"

This person also spilled half a bottle of wine in his hand into the wind without hesitation!

At that time, Yan Xiaodao realized that the old man who appeared inexplicably in front of him was strange and special that was difficult to describe.Looking carefully, the old man was not very old, but was weak due to illness, and his upper body was weakly leaning against the wheelchair.The complexion of this person is light golden brown, the corners of his forehead and eyes are full of signs of time, his hair is scattered back, and his shirt and trousers are made of a well-made brand. He looks like a person of high status...

The golden-brown eyelids appear thick, and the eyeballs protrude from the sunken eye sockets, turning shrewdly and flexibly to examine the surroundings.He speaks with a distinct southern accent, and is by no means a local. In short, he does not belong to this place.

Yan Xiaodao looked around vigilantly: "Are you coming alone without your family?"

The surrounding roads are under martial law, and how did the old man manipulating the wheelchair emerge?Unless this person lives near the pier, but the accent and clothing are incompatible with the atmosphere of the harbor pier.

With a thought in Yan Xiaodao's mind, he suddenly asked: "Old man, what's your name?"

The old man said without hesitation, "My surname is Gu."

Surname Gu? ... Mr. Yan really doesn't know the old man surnamed Gu.

"Okay, I'm dizzy from the blowing wind, and I haven't come out after staying in the house for a long time!" The old man waved his hand, showing a leadership demeanor, "Young man, please give me a way to get me from there. The steps were pushed up, and my legs and feet were inconvenient, so I couldn't climb up by myself."

Yan Xiaodao was originally waiting for Linghe, waiting left and right, and Mr. Ling, who was said to be buying chestnuts, did not know where he bought the chestnuts!

The wheelchair old man took the initiative to ask for help, and he was only 30 meters away, so he helped the other party push up the wheelchair, bypassed the long steps, and pushed the wheelchair up from the barrier-free passage.

Following the old man's guidance, he turned two turns, but Yan Xiaodao was stunned to find a private house, which was originally the location of the dock warehouse.Apart from the collective dormitory sheds for boat workers and migrant workers, where is there a regular private house?

The wheelchair old man pointed to a huge warehouse, reached out and slowly opened the big iron door.A strong wind suddenly blew out from the dark doorway, and at the same time brought out the musty smell of stored products and waste that is unique to warehouse buildings: "I live here now, come in and have a seat?"

Yan Xiaodao was vigilant when he was alone outside, standing still at a distance of three meters outside the door, and said politely: "You do what you want, I have to leave first."

"Don't rush away!" The old man grinned his unattractive gums again, and smiled exaggeratedly but always seemed to imply deep meaning, "Mr. Yan, come in, you and I have never met but are old acquaintances. I am very curious about you, Come in and chat, don't be afraid of me!"

Yan Xiaodao's face suddenly changed: "Who are you?"

The old man smiled miserably, using a dissolute and desolate smile to cover up his disabled body and his spirit and soul that had been mutilated and deformed over the years: "Who am I, what do you say, Mr. Yan?"

Yan Xiaodao guessed a name, feeling unbelievable: "Are you paralyzed? Are your legs really lame?"

"Hehehehe!" The old man laughed wantonly, and his voice was harsh, "His leg is a fake limp to lie to you, but mine is the real one!!"

Yan Xiaodao frowned: "How did you become lame?"

The old man snorted, "Why am I lame? You can ask Xiaohe."

Yan Xiaodao will definitely ask Ling He, but he never wants to get entangled with the unknown person in front of him.

He took a step back and turned around to leave, but the old man in the wheelchair suddenly leaned over and grabbed his wrist!The old man's lower body was weak and he couldn't get up, his hand strength was not weak, he grabbed him forcefully, he tried to break free the first time but he couldn't break free, facing the crippled body, he couldn't bear to hit him directly.

And the old man seemed to have taken a fancy to what was on his wrist, and tore off his wrist and the string of beeswax bracelets!

At the moment when the limbs were tugging and arguing, a figure in white in the corner of his eye rushed over from a distance and jumped down from the top of more than ten steps.As if his heels were burned by fire, Ling He rushed to Yan Xiaodao in a rage and kicked him out!

This kick was not on Xiaodao's hand, but on the old man's arm, and he helped Xiaodao break free from the opponent's grip in a rough and clean way.

Ling He immediately kicked again, hard on the side of the armrest of the wheelchair.

Yan Xiaodao didn't have time to explain and stop him, the wheelchair and the old guy almost flew up into the air, and was thrown into the warehouse at an angle from the gate, and went out after rolling for more than ten meters!

A string of wooden beads flew up into the sky, and under Yan Xiaodao's surprised expression, he sprinkled a wild hype.

The beeswax bracelet was torn off and collapsed.

After all, the old guy was a paralyzed man who couldn't move an inch, and when he rolled, he immediately showed his original shape, and was thrown out of the wheelchair cushion and fell heavily to the ground.

Ling He pulled the knife over to protect his back, and stared vigilantly at the struggling person on the ground, as if that crawling on the ground was a monster, and the next moment it would appear as a monstrosity.

The old man was not a monster or ghost, and he didn't have a ferocious look. At this moment, his hands and ten fingers were struggling to grasp the cracks in the concrete floor, and his face was crying and laughing: "Cough, Xiaohe, you are still so ruthless to me."

"Get away, don't touch Mr. Yan!" Ling He's face was fierce and ruthless.

"Xiao He, don't do this." Yan Xiaodao couldn't bear it, and wanted to go to help him.He was held tightly by Ling He's wrist to prevent him from passing, as if the old man was poisoned, had a high-risk infectious disease, or was just an unforgivable murderer full of evil.

The old man sat up from the ground wheezing and panting, and he was probably used to the scenes of quarrels and fights before him. He shook his shoulders and laughed, "Cough, Mr. Yan, I've shown you a joke about our family."

Ling He raised his hand and pointed at the other party: "Back back, you step back."

The old man spread his hands helplessly, making a pitiful old, weak and innocent look: "Xiaohe, don't do this, I won't touch you."

Ling He sternly ordered the other party: "What about the agreed 20 meters? Back off!"

"Okay, okay...I'll back up, I'll back up, I'll back up." The old guy was actually very obedient, he had nothing to do in front of Ling He, he obediently moved a few meters away, and leaned against the warehouse wall to breathe.

"..."

Yan Xiaodao was so surprised, he had calculated thousands of times, but he didn't take into account the rather bizarre family status of the master Ling and the uncle.

He approached Ling He and asked for confirmation in a low voice: "He is your adoptive father, Ling Huang."

Ling He didn't answer, just acquiesced, but his face was cold and pale, seeing his adoptive father triggered a series of double disgust both physically and psychologically.The two parties must be 20 meters apart before speaking to each other.

Yan Xiaodao glanced at Ling He: "...so, whose surname is Gu?"

Ling He's eyes seemed to be hit by a painful memory, and the bright emerald-colored pupils burst from the center, showing bleeding spots.

"It's the person Xiaohe and I care about the most. His surname is Gu!" When Ling Huang mentioned this surname, he raised his head naturally and looked up at the corner of the zenith, as if someone was watching them there.Ling Huang's expression became solemn and dignified, clarifying the most critical question for Yan Xiaodao.

The old man had a very amusing expression when he was scolded bloody by Ling He, he seemed powerless, he didn't even have the awareness of the order of the elders, and he didn't resist Ling He's power, he spread his hands dumbfoundedly: "Hehe, I am Ling Huang. Mr. Yan, I have long admired your name."

Yan Xiaodao was at a loss for words, and with his exquisite mouth in dealing with people, he didn't know how to greet the person in front of him... What does it matter?The next step-father-in-law?

Yan Xiaodao nodded politely: "Mr. Ling, I've seen you for a long time, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Ling He asked Ling Huang coldly: "What are you doing out here?"

Ling Huang said: "It's dark in the warehouse, it's too stuffy, I'm going out to get some fresh air, and I happened to meet Mr. Yan."

Ling He never believed in the word "coincidence" the most in his life.He himself used to use "coincidence" as an excuse to calculate and implement his plan, so he never believed in the "coincidence" that others said.

Ling He's anger still persisted: "I knew I shouldn't have let you come back to the mainland."

"If you don't let me come back, where else can I go?" Ling Huang raised his neck and smiled, "You sold the house to me for you, Mr. Yan, and there is no place for me to live. I can come here to join you Xiaohe!"

Yan Xiaodao quickly looked at Ling He: "For me?"

In the eyes of outsiders, the relationship between Ling's godfather and son is absurd and uninhibited. However, in Ling Huang's eyes, he may feel that the relationship between Ling He and Xiaodao is interesting. An inseparable pair of lovers?

Ling Huang laughed and panted: "Mr. Yan, your foot is worth 500 million yuan, you must take good care of it, don't sprain or twist your ankle again, you have a golden right foot!"

Yan Xiaodao: "..."

Just at this time, a beeswax bead rolled to his feet, Yan Xiaodao bent down to pick up all the broken beads, two beads were broken, which made him a little distressed, after all, it was Ling He for him.

When he lowered his head to pick up things, he noticed the half of the so-called "beeswax" that revealed its true face.He froze for a moment, holding the bead in his hand for a long while... How could the perfect beeswax be broken when it was dropped? There are two halves in this bead, the essence is obviously in the hollow part, and one is traced. Locator, the other is a bug.

His sixth sense, which has always been followed by people recently, suddenly became clear, and it turned out to be the case.

Ling Huang laughed at the unreasonable relationship between lovers in his eyes: "Hmph, Mr. Yan, Xiao He must care about you so much, and stay with you in this way, staring at you all the time, ha ha! "

Yan Xiaodao didn't even have to look at Ling He's complicated expression at this time.He looked directly at Ling Huang, and replied without hesitation: "I know that Xiaohe is in love with me, and he just wants to stay with me. If this can make him feel safe, I am happy to let him stare at me and follow me all the time. Me! I don't even mind, why do you have to worry about it?"

"..." Ling Huang was at a loss for words, and made a sneering expression.

Here at Yan Xiaodao, the couple's affairs are resolved internally, and outsiders will never be given a chance to provoke.He went back to Mr. Ling to discuss the tracker and bug in detail. What important things have you heard?

What secrets do I have from you?I lied to you?

Do you record Lao Tzu's subwoofer every night?Good to hear?Do you still want to relive the recording after listening to it live? !

And that 500 million, you actually sold the house? ...

But in front of Ling Huang, he and Ling He stood firm as one.Such a trivial matter would not arouse suspicion, he firmly held Ling He's hand, and his intuition made him wary of the old Mr. Ling in front of him.

Yan Xiaodao may have this kind of empathy more than others, and he understands this kind of inseparable, almost abnormal complex emotions, such as the unusual pair of adoptive father and son who appeared in front of him.

Qi Baoshan was also at the juncture of fate, because he couldn't stop and was unwilling to give up his adopted son, he did not hesitate to sacrifice his life for righteousness, gave up the good ending of surrendering himself or escaping, and threw himself into the ocean in anger. Years of friendship were wasted, and he was cut off in such a tragic way.The Mr. Ling Huang in front of him didn't look old, but his limbs were weak due to disability, and his facial expression was convulsed due to nervousness. The emotional lines on his face and the erratic brilliance in his eyes were all permeated with a perverted nostalgia for his adopted son.

In the final analysis, the word "love" is projected on the wrong person.

Ling Huang's eyes were aimed directly at Ling He's every move.Fortunately, both legs of this man are paralyzed, and he cannot move even an inch without the assistance of a wheelchair. He can only cast his blatant gaze on Ling He continuously, like a spear piercing his gaze, trying to peel Ling He's clothes off!

Yan Xiaodao saw that this was a temporary warehouse filled with unpleasant smells and industrial dust. Ling Huang should have been hastily arranged by Ling He to hide in this place.Ling He said with disgust: "You show your face on the street recklessly, if you are found by the police, you just go back to the prison to live, and I don't have to worry about your life!"

"Xiaohe, do you still dislike me like this?" Ling Huang asked with a wry smile.

"Don't be sentimental, I don't have time to dislike you." Ling He said coldly.

"Hehe, Xiaohe, I won't hurt you anyway." Ling Huang is a thick-skinned old guy, he asked many questions knowingly, his left cheek was sprayed with poisonous juice, and he wished to immediately send his right cheek to listen to Linghe with enjoyment The sarcastic remarks are actually just to listen to Ling He say a few more words.Anyone who hears Ling He's voice can also comfort his hunger and thirst. Ling He's voice is exactly the same as his biological father's, but his temperament is quite different. Ling He's temper is fierce and bad...

Ling He rolled his eyes in return, he treated his adoptive father extremely coldly, avoided any physical contact, and never approached the paralyzed Ling Huang, and the distance was kept rigidly at 20 meters as expected.Yan Xiaodao felt that if Ling He had been more ruthless, he might have dug out Ling Huang's eyeballs and buried them, so as to avoid the shadowy surveillance.

Ling Hedian recruited Mao Zhixiu and a few attendants.

Miss Mao saw Ling Huang sitting in the corner in a state of embarrassment, obviously as if he had been beaten by someone, and she didn't show any surprise at all, as expected, she was used to such a scene.

"Hey, Boss Ling, get up quickly, it's too bad for Mr. Yan to see..." Mao Zhixiu directly propped the old guy up from the ground with great vigor.The little attendants still maintained their demeanor of respecting the old and loving the young, and resettled Ling Huang in the wheelchair, wiped off the stains on the old guy's face, and cleaned up.

Ling He would never do it himself, as far away as possible.

Ling He often uses actions to express his arrogant and stubborn position.He doesn't like unnecessary physical contact with anyone.If it's not a knife, get the hell out of here!

Ling Huang sat down again as an adult, tidied up his shirt, regained his composure, and explained for his adoptive son: "Mr. Yan, don't laugh, Xiaohe has this temper haha, he was spoiled by me since he was a child. He didn't kill me anyway, I I should be grateful to him for his thoughtfulness, kindness and generosity to me these years, we usually get along very well, he is very filial to me, and we are very harmonious hahaha!"

Ling He trembled from nausea, and couldn't bear this guy with abnormal neural circuits.

……

A gust of sea breeze blows into the warehouse, finally injecting fresh air into the stuffy atmosphere, allowing everyone to breathe.

Back then, Qi Baoshan taught his godson not to trust people's hearts when the world is dangerous. Maybe Ling Huang didn't die, and the father and son have been together for many years.Master Qi hit the mark.

Ling He showed embarrassment, turned around and walked away.

Yan Xiaodao couldn't help but put his arms around him, and quickly kissed Ling He on the cheek: "It's fine from now on, it's over."

"It's hard for you to understand and accept, do you think I'm heartless and ungrateful?" Ling He confessed suddenly, and stared at him blankly, "...Ling Huang saved me after all."

It was the first time Yan Xiaodao heard Ling He confess this weird adoptive father-son relationship.

"Ling Huang saved me when my parents were both dead and I had no one to rely on. He managed his connections in Yancheng and tried some methods to rescue me from that fire pit and adopt me. Of course, it's a beautiful name It is a temporary 'captive breeding' with money and effort, and it will be returned when I am 15 years old. Ling Huang took me away from Yancheng to the south, and he did not plan to return me. He planned to secretly send me to live abroad. Soon after, Chen Jiu's robbery and a series of subsequent incidents occurred."

Yan Xiaodao was stunned: "Is that so?"

"Heh, if it weren't for Ling Huang's kindness at that time, I would be just another Mai Yunliang, Yi Han, Lu Yilun, and Bei Jiahong. I already have nothing, I am alone and helpless, and I will never escape that tragic fate when I am on the list. I finally To have escaped by chance, to escape outside, must have made those people extremely angry and hysterical. Therefore, I really should call Ling Huang a 'big benefactor', even though he didn't have any good intentions to save me!"

Before Ling He finished speaking, he was interrupted by Ling Huang, who was straining his ears in the distance.

"Cough—" Ling Huang put on a miserable smile, "I've always been kind, but you are my darling for the rest of my life, Xiao He!"

"Pervert." Ling He burst out the two words resoundingly.

Ling He then said helplessly to Xiao Dao: "Even if your godfather was a murderer with blood on his hands, you can't bear to him after all, because he also saved your life and gave you a way out in the future ,Is it right?"

The feeling of having one's heart and liver taken away is uncomfortable for anyone, and Mr. Ling Huang's mood at this time is probably as painful as when Qi Baoshan was thrown into the sea.His sweetheart?Ling He is now Yan Xiaodao's person from body to heart.If Lord Qi can crawl out of the water at the pier at this time, the old friends must have a lot to talk about, and it is worth hugging each other's regrets and expressing our heartfelt heart!

It's also interesting, Ling Huang seems to be very afraid of Ling He, and the gesture between father and son is kneeling and licking with a single arrow.Ling He didn't give him a good face, Ling Huang tried his best to make up for this bad-tempered adopted son with a smile.