Shanghai morning

The news that the robbers who robbed the prison were shot became the headlines. When Wang Yao saw the news, he didn't know how he felt. It was like a big stone was pressing on his heart, which was so heavy that he couldn't get rid of it.

Arthur didn't notice Wang Yao's strangeness. In his impression, this Chinese man was always depressed, and his expression didn't show much difference every day.Al knew what happened to Wang Yao, but Wang Yao hadn't said a word to him since he went to work. He didn't know how serious the situation was.

Time passed slowly and dullly, and the whole business was more unbearable to Al than usual.Al secretly observes Wang Yao, and finds a newspaper thrown on Wang Yao's desk.This is not quite right, Wang Yao usually puts the newspaper on the return shelf as it is after reading the newspaper, but this time he casually threw it on the table.Al remembered that Wang Yao had been in a daze since he read the newspaper in the morning.

In the middle, Wang Yao was called into the office by Arthur. Al took this opportunity to take the newspaper on Wang Yao's desk and spread it out to find possible clues.It didn't take him too long. The headline on the front page prominently announced the execution of a criminal, with a picture below.Printing pictures of execution grounds in newspapers is not very pleasant, but some people like to see such exciting things.Al quickly browsed through the full text and found that the person who was executed was a Chinese, one of the masterminds of the prison robbery incident not long ago, and the only gangster who fell into the law.The photos in the newspaper were always blurry, and Al couldn't see what the man looked like, only a figure standing on the execution ground waiting to be executed.

This is really cruel. A condemned prisoner cannot die happily, but is forced to pose in a proper position and wait for the photo to be taken. The pause before death is the most painful. It prolongs the waiting time and often causes the condemned prisoner to collapse.

Why is Wang Yao disturbed by this news?Al couldn't help thinking.

When Wang Yao came out of Arthur's office, he saw Al standing next to his desk with a newspaper in his hand, and asked strangely, "Al, what's the matter?"

"No, nothing." Al stuffed the newspaper back on the shelf.

Seeing that Al took the newspaper on his desk, Wang Yao's heart tightened, worrying about what Al found.But Al had gone off somewhere else, and hadn't spoken to him about the newspaper all day.

When getting off work, Al chased Wang Yao out of the gate: "Yao, what's going on? You were abnormal yesterday. Is it related to that headline news?"

Wang Yao's heart skipped a beat, but Al still found out.

"Why?" Al asked.

Wang Yao felt that there was no need to hide it anymore, he said: "I know the person who was executed."

"Who is he?" Al asked.

"His name is Yunjian, and he is a servant of Luther's family," Wang Yao said, "I knew him at Luther's family."

Al didn't look very happy: "I don't think you have a good relationship with that Beschmitt guy. He will invite you to his house?"

Wang Yao didn't want to disclose his work as a mannequin, so he deliberately omitted the details: "I was invited by Feliciano, and I have a little friendship with him."

Al could see that Wang Yao was hiding something, and he no longer asked Feliciano why he was looking for Wang Yao - he could completely deduce it from the works he saw at the last art exhibition, and instead asked: "It looks like You knew what happened to the servant before he was shot?"

Wang Yao said: "Yes, Luther took me to see him in prison."

Al said dissatisfiedly: "That fellow Ludwig Beschmidt has always only troubled you!"

Wang Yao shook his head: "No, I want to thank him this time."

Al realized that the matter was not simple, he looked at Wang Yao's face, and waited for the other party to continue.

"Yun Jian is a good man, he shouldn't end up like this." Wang Yao sighed and stopped talking.

Al always felt that Wang Yao had something important to say, but now the Chinese are not going to give him an answer.

Wang Yao seemed eager to get rid of him: "I'll go back first, my sister should be waiting for me at home."

So Al said goodbye to Wang Yao, and watched the Chinese people's lonely backs disappear into the fog that gradually rose in the evening.Then Al turned and walked towards the Sassoon Building.

"Long time no see, bro!" A playful voice said behind him.

Al remembered the voice, and he didn't like the owner of the voice, so he turned around and said coldly, "I don't remember having a brother."

Matthew smiled and said, "Blood relatives cannot be changed, Al."

"But it can disappear." Al stepped forward threateningly.

Matthew laughed: "Stop joking, kill me here, how are you going to cover up your crime?"

"Throw your body into the Huangpu River, and then fake the illusion that you were killed by the Chinese government." Al calmly described the aftermath of the imagined murder.

"Does China mean your Chinese friend?" Matthew said with a meaningful smile, "You may be fine, but he may not be sure. He may not be able to escape the murder."

"It has nothing to do with him!" Al shouted angrily in a low voice.

Matthew smiled faintly: "It's just a joke, why take it seriously?"

"But I'm not joking—you just told me not to," Al said, "everything I'm saying now stands."

"Do we have to fight tit for tat?" Matthew said helplessly, "I said, we shouldn't be enemies, and I don't want to be enemies with you. We are brothers, illegitimate children abandoned by our father."

"It may be true in terms of blood relationship, but I never regarded the man named Kirkland as my father," Al said. "Although Arthur is not my brother, you are not." Say it, Al Walk away quickly, as if avoiding something disgusting.

Matthew stood where he was, his expression changed from sly to disappointed, and he sighed softly when Al walked away.

"Every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite." A not so unfamiliar voice spoke English with a strange accent.

Matthew looked back and saw that it was an Asian. He couldn't tell the difference between Asians, but he had seen this person at an art exhibition. After thinking about it for a while, he called out a name: "Mr. Honda?"

"It's right here." Honda Ju said with a smile.

"My name is Matthew Williams, nice to meet you!" Matthew shook hands with Ju Honda, "I remember that Mr. Honda has great appreciation for art."

"Where, I'm just an arty layman." Although Honda Ju is self-effacing, his appreciation of Western art is indeed not good. He has read many related works, but he only increased his theoretical knowledge, and still did not increase his artistic ability. Improve your grade by collecting masterpieces.In contrast, Honda Chrysanthemum is quite accomplished in traditional Japanese art. Unfortunately, in this era, Europe is the vane of all civilizations, and Asian culture can only be placed in a secondary position.

"Last time you bought the latest work of Mr. Feliciano Vargas at a high price. At that time, many rich people were jealous!" Matthew said with a smile, "It can be seen that you and Mr. Vargas are very close. There is friendship."

"Mr. Vargas regards me as a friend." Honda Ju showed a moderate smile.

"It's unbelievable that I saw the man in the painting a few days ago," said Vasio. "He is a Chinese employee of Jardine Matheson - I always thought that Mr. Vargas just found a poor Chinese on the street. Come to be a model, but now it looks like someone who borrowed from Jardine Matheson?"

"That's not true," said Honda Kiku. "I don't know the details, but Ferry said that he asked Yoo-san to be a model as a friend."

"Yao Sang? Is that his name?" Matthew recalled the scene just now, "Mr. Jones—my unrecognizable brother—seems to be very close to that Chinese."

"I also heard that they are close friends, but Yao-sang doesn't trust Mr. Jones that much." Honda Ju pointed out.

"It's so sad!" Matthew said disdainfully, "People who don't even want their family members can't make friends!" Matthew never deliberately concealed his relationship with Al, and their faces made it hard to hide it. When they came to Shanghai, rumors spread in the social circles, but Al turned a deaf ear to it, and Matthew did not hide it.The only concern was Arthur, but at least no one suspected him now, except that he had two disgraced relatives.

"It really shouldn't be the attitude that a friend should have," Honda Ju shook his head sadly, "Mr. Jones spent a lot of money to buy Yaosang's portraits at the art exhibition, but unfortunately Yaosang doesn't know about it yet—Chinese people are conservative, if Knowing that my portrait was shown to everyone like that, and my friend bought it, I'm afraid it will affect the friendship between Mr. Jones and Yaosang."

Matthew finally noticed the intentions of the Japanese: "It seems that Mr. Honda thinks it's time to do something for them?"

Honda Ju immediately waved his hands with a smile: "I'm just talking about my opinion, how can I dare to say anything about doing things for them?"

Although Matthew has ambitions, he is not a person who is good at calculating in essence. He feels that Honda Ju is smart and dangerous, and he vaguely feels something wrong: "Mr. Honda confuses me."

Honda Chrysanthemum maintained a decent smile - neither lacking nor excessive: "I'm just looking for something to chat with, but seeing that Mr. Williams is a friend worth making, I talked a little too much for a while. I have something to do, I'll talk to you another day Mr. Williams talks a lot." With that, he bowed and walked away.

Matthew watched the short Japanese leave suspiciously. The city of Shanghai was far more complicated than he had imagined.

In the courtyard where Wang Yao and others lived, Xiao Fei was dressing up, and Ivan was chatting with her.

"Ouch! I just killed someone today, what a bad luck! But the business has to be done, don't care who dies, it's always like this in this world, a man must have a woman!" Xiao Fei complained.

When Wang Yao heard the words "killed someone", his expression became more gloomy, and he couldn't help saying, "Why haven't you gone to work today?"

Xiaofei turned her head and looked over: "Hey! Brother Wang is back?"

"Back?" Ivan also raised his head, looking at Wang Yao thoughtfully.

"I'm back." Wang Yao looked more tired than usual and in a bad mood.

"Brother Wang, do you know? You killed someone today!" Xiao Fei said seriously, her big eyes widening.

"I read the newspaper." Wang Yao didn't want to hear her talk anymore.

But Xiaofei never could see the heat: "I just passed the execution ground after get off work this morning, that was scary! Half of my head was gone with a bang, and the red and white sprayed all over the floor, and the people standing in the front row Splattered all over my face, eh—”

"Stop talking!" Wang Yao shouted suddenly.

Xiao Fei was taken aback: "Hey? What's wrong? What did I say wrong?"

Ivan urged her: "Go to work quickly, and we won't be able to grab the guests in a while."

"Hey, that's right!" Xiaofei glanced at Wang Yao anxiously, and left in a hurry.

When the enchanting figure disappeared at the entrance of the alley, Iwan raised his arms and asked Wang Yao, "Why are you so angry?"

Wang Yao was still angry: "I don't like her! She talks nonsense all day long, and she's still a joke when she's dead!"

Ivan said: "You know it's not like this, Xiaofei's mouth is broken, but she didn't say anything wrong. But you, why are you angry at her for no reason?"

Wang Yaosheng was sullen and kept silent. Ivan saw that he had something on his mind, so he asked, "Does the execution of death row prisoners have anything to do with you?"

Wang Yao didn't want to continue this topic, he walked to the kitchen: "I'll cook, you can ask Wanwan to come down later."

"Wanwan hasn't come back yet." Ivan told him.

"Haven't come back yet? Why is it so late?" Wang Yao immediately became worried.

"Maybe the car is late." Ivan was not so anxious.

"I'll pick her up." Wang Yao said and ran out again.

Wang Yao walked in the opposite direction to Wanwan's usual way home, carefully paying attention to the pedestrians along the road, and went in some grocery stores, jewelry stores, and fabric stores to have a look. Wanwan loves beauty, although she can't afford these things, But occasionally go in for a walk.But there is no sign of Wanwan anywhere, Wang Yao has been looking for her school but still nothing.It was completely dark, and Wang Yao went back along the way, feeling more and more anxious in his heart.

When he returned home, Wang Yao was a bit lost, and he only had one last hope: maybe he and Wanwan had gone wrong.

"Brother!" Wanwan's sweet voice cleared away the haze in Wang Yao's heart like sunshine.

"Wanwan?" Wang Yao was delighted at first, and then blamed, "Where did you go? I even found your school!"

Wanwan was also a little sorry, she tugged on Wang Yao's skirt coquettishly: "Stop talking, I took a detour today to go shopping in the back street, I'm sorry!"

Wang Yao's heart softened all of a sudden, and he stroked Wanwan's beautiful hair and comforted him, "Okay, okay, this is not allowed in the future!"

"Got it!" Wanwan threw himself into Wang Yao's arms.

My sister hasn't been so close to him for a long time, Wang Yao ignored the irrationality of the matter while being happy.

tbc