Old Movies of the Republic of China II

The sound of birdsong on the branches.

Qinghe got off the car and walked towards the shops on the street.The business in the Black Mountain Mine is good. He stayed there for three days and only came back today.He planned to buy some gifts for Hou Yuzhi, and to some extent, she even saved Fengtian and even the Northeast from a war.

"Hello," the sales lady smiled, "May I help you?"

In the case of Hasegawa's promotion, Qing He gave Hou Yuzhi [-] oceans and a small mansion in return. Under Zhang Zheng's influence, he would not be stingy with material things, and he must pay first if he wants to get it.

He selected some jewelry and went to another store to buy an exquisite lighter.Hou Yuzhi likes to smoke. After getting acquainted with her, every time we meet, she always holds a cigarette between her fingers.Qinghe doesn't think that women like her will stop because of pregnancy.

The sales girls are well-trained and very thoughtful. When receiving this young and handsome guest, they didn’t show any undue expression on their faces. They put the jewelry or igniter in a high-quality gift box, and carefully marked it with a bow.

Qing He paid the bill and thanked her.

The sales girls didn't know that the customer who was younger than them was one of the shareholders of this department store.

The car drove to the small western-style building where Hou Yuzhi and Du Zhongyuan lived. Wang Yongze glanced at several large and small paper bags in the back seat that Qinghe put on hand. The patterns on them made him startled in secret.

This guy doesn't even blink when he spends money now, how can he still be that shy and timid little actor back then?

Wang Yongze and the driver were waiting in the car as usual, Qinghe knocked on the door herself, an old woman came to open the door, she led Qinghe to the living room and disappeared, Du Zhongyuan came over to shake hands with him and asked him to sit down, while Hou Yuzhi was on the sofa Not moving at all.

Perhaps because she was pregnant, she looked very tired and lazy.

While talking to her, Qinghe looked at Du Zhongyuan's expression without any trace, there seemed to be some barrier between them, Du Zhongyuan was too careful with his wife, and the intimacy before was gone.

Something must have happened, Qinghe thought, their relationship and even their marriage had problems.

The existence of the child is already very obvious, Qinghe seldom has contact with the pregnant woman, seeing her suddenly clutching her stomach and frowning, she was at a loss for a moment.

"Sister Yuzhi, are you okay? Do you want some water?"

Du Zhongyuan sat beside her and patted her on the back gently, looking anxious and worried.

She calmed down slowly, and smiled mockingly, "Don't worry too much, I don't even care."

Du Zhongyuan showed an embarrassing expression on the side, Qinghe just pretended that he didn't hear this sentence, "Which hospital are you going to give birth in?"

Hou Yuzhi raised her eyebrows and said, "Mingrui?"

Qinghe said helplessly: "Ming Rui... To be honest, it's not appropriate. I suggest you go to a more professional hospital."

"You can't even trust the hospital you run. Who will dare to go there in the future?"

Qinghe smiled bitterly: "I just have self-knowledge."

Hou Yuzhi touched the cigarette unconsciously, took out one, and immediately came to his senses, and put down the cigarette case again.Her long hair half covered her cheeks, her lips were pursed, and she looked unhappy.

Qinghe sighed secretly, and left after a short stay.

As soon as he went out, it began to rain. Wang Yongze came over with an umbrella. Qinghe paused, took the umbrella from him, and said, "I'll walk by myself, you don't have to follow."

Wang Yongze hesitated: "This...isn't it good?"

Qinghe walked to another street, Wang Yongze stood in the drizzle for a while, finally got into the car, and said: "Let's go back to the house first."

"Can he do it alone?"

Wang Yongze shook his head and said: "You and I just follow orders to do things, what he asks us to do, we just do it."

After making sure no one was following her, Qinghe entered an inconspicuous teahouse.

"You're here!" The clerk came up to welcome him, "The private room on the second floor, please!"

Naturally, the private room was not empty.

Qinghe didn't sit down, and called out in a low voice: "Brother Jiang."

Jiang Yu was unshaven and haggard, wearing coarse clothes and black cloth shoes, his eyes were bloodshot, with two big bags under his eyes, looking embarrassed and decadent, like a lone wolf who lost his pack, sad, anxious and angry.

"Brother Jiang, I'm sorry." Qinghe said: "I can only say I'm sorry."

Jiang Yu stared at him with dark pupils, his voice hoarse, "I would actually believe you."

Outside the teahouse was a raging crowd, very lively, although the private room on the second floor faced the street and opened a large window, it was still lifeless inside, Qing He opened his mouth, but had nothing to say.Jiang Yu was right, they broke their promise and killed Du Hui.Qinghe didn't even dare to say that Zhang Yishan was wrong, if he hadn't been cautious and suspicious, Zhang Yishan might not be where he is today.

Even he himself made the same choice.

"I didn't expect you to come."

Qinghe said: "Brother Jiang, I have always respected you and regarded you as my elder brother. Du Hui... If I had known earlier, I would not have promised you."

Jiang Yu clenched his fists: "As soon as Zhang Yishan came back, he died. Qinghe, tell brother, it's his order, isn't it?!" "Isn't it "Three words just came out of his throat .

"...Brother Jiang, don't ask any more." Qing He said, "Let's go."

Jiang Yu pulled his lips: "Go? Where are you going?"

Qinghe closed her eyes: "Why are you bothering? You can't come back to life after death. He is gone. You still have a long way to go."

Jiang Yu obviously didn't listen to his words, Qing He knew that Jiang Yu was very stubborn and would not give up easily.

Jiang Yu got up and looked down at Qing He, feeling full of oppression.

Qinghe's heart moved, and he sighed: "Brother Jiang, the reason why I came to see you alone is because I don't want others to find out where you are."

Jiang Yu said coldly: "As I said, he is my lifeblood."

A pistol was pressed against Qing He's forehead, and he didn't even see where Jiang Yu took the gun.The coolness on the gun barrel made Qinghe shiver. He knew that Jiang Yu had many lives in Shanghai four years ago, and he was really afraid at this moment.He didn't want to die, nor did he want Jiang Yu to die, but the moment Jiang Yu raised his gun, the ending was already doomed.

"You want to kill me?"

Jiang Yu narrowed his eyes, showing a bit of ruthlessness, "I don't want to kill you, Qinghe, take me into Zhang Yishan's office building."

"Brother Jiang, you know this is impossible."

Qinghe smiled wryly, everything was not going well today, he was a little tired.

Jiang Yu increased his strength, and the barrel of the gun pressed against Qing He's forehead fiercely. Qing He frowned, feeling very painful. He hadn't tasted pain for a long time.

"Brother Jiang, calm down. Apart from this, do you have any other requirements? I promise you, as long as I can do it, I will help you." Qinghe tried her best to calm down.

But his words angered Jiang Yu, Jiang Yu smashed down with the butt of his gun, and Qing He was suddenly immersed in the blood-red world.The hustle and bustle went away, and Jiang Yu's voice seemed to be far away from his ears. He shook his head slightly, and a buzzing sounded in his head.

"...You promised me that Du Hui would be safe! What happened!" Jiang Yu roared, "He died! I watched him die with my own eyes!"

Qing He blinked slowly.

Jiang Yu pressed him against the wall angrily, "Do you think that if I kill you, will Zhang Zheng suffer as much as me? Huh?"

Qinghe's shoulders and back were in severe pain, and the decorations on the wall were just touching his back. Jiang Yu grabbed his neck with one hand, and pointed a gun at his temple with the other.

"Brother Jiang, don't be impulsive, don't you still have Zhang Zheng's letter in your hand? With that letter, you can take revenge in another way, don't you?"

Jiang Yu lost control and said: "Why, you think I don't know that Zhang Yishan killed all my people?!"

Qinghe tasted a bloody smell, and his sanity gradually became blurred. Jiang Yu has not completely lost his mind at this moment, but Qinghe dare not expect that he will give up.He finally said sorry in his heart, and then gestured.

boom! ! !

Qinghe was expressionless, watching the bullet pass through Jiang Yu's head, Jiang Yu fell to the ground with a bang, his eyes were not closed.

He wiped the blood from his face, landed on one knee, and lightly brushed Jiang Yu's eyes, knowing that he would never forget this day.

On the opposite side of the teahouse, a woman retracted her sniper rifle, turned and left without hesitation.

Qinghe Ren Yinger took off his coat for him, and saw Zhang Zheng holding a thin piece of paper or a photo in his hand, "What are you looking at? So fascinated."

Zhang Zheng didn't care, and handed him the things in his hand.

Qinghe frowned: "Wang Xinyi?"

Zhang Zheng's long legs resting on the table moved, and his expression was definitely not good-looking.

Qing He thought for a while, "Did he write you a letter?"

Wang Xinyi has already gone far away, and she and Zhang Zheng are already separated from each other, so she probably wouldn't contact him if she was in trouble.

Zhang Zheng raised his hand to hold him in his arms, kissed his lips, and said calmly: "The old man said that Wang Xinyi will definitely betray me in the future. He doesn't know this person. We grew up together, even if he quits later If Dayan killed someone, he would not betray me."

Qing He curled up her fingers, her heart trembled.

Zhang Zheng suddenly raised his chin, frowned and asked, "What's going on in the head?"

Qinghe obediently let him see, and wrote lightly: "It's not a problem, I've been prescribed medicine. I accidentally touched it on the mine, and it bleeds a little, it's not serious."

"Not serious?" Zhang Zheng said, "You take your face so seriously, wishing you could wipe off the cream every hour, and say it's okay if you lose your face?"

Qinghe didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "What kind of cream...it's really not a problem, I went to see it, and the doctor said that as long as I'm careful in the past few days, there will be no scars."

The more he explained, the more Zhang Zheng felt that there was an article in it, and said with a gloomy face: "You are going to check the accounts and not dig the mines. Why did you come across it so easily? You'd better tell me what's going on, otherwise..."

Qinghe held his hand and said, "I told you, don't be angry."

"You speak first."

Qinghe: "There are not enough houses in the mine, and the living space is very crowded. I'm not used to it. I couldn't sleep at night, so I went out for a walk. I accidentally fell and hit a piece of scrap iron."

What he said was half true and half false, and it was really dark right now, and he never lied, so Zhang Zheng still believed it.

"Don't go to that kind of place again."

Qinghe obediently agreed, but her heart was still heavy.