Banquet

Since that day, Mingche's spirit has been jet-lagged.

When he was awake, he told Changan to run, don't stop, run as hard as he can.

Home is no longer a port of call. Murderous intentions and dangers force them to become beasts in the jungle, running desperately.

Chang'an and Mingche ran all the way until they stopped at Jiuqu Village.

Mingche's condition became more and more serious, and he couldn't distinguish reality from dreams.

The high degree of paranoia oppressed his already fragile nerves, and he couldn't restrain the killing intent for those who hurt him and Chang'an.

In addition to delusions, he repeatedly self-harmed.

Mingche always felt that his father's corpse had seeped into his back and grown onto his body.So he grabbed and scratched desperately, trying his best to avoid the impact of that incident on himself.

Ming Guoqiang successfully drove that gentle young man crazy, turning him into a lunatic who couldn't control himself.

"You still haven't answered me, what did you hear in the garden?"

Ming Guoqiang stood up and asked.

Chang An's mood was very calm, she had a premonition of what was about to happen, and her mood was very calm.

"Does it make sense?" Chang An said, "Even if I say I didn't hear it, you won't let me go."

Ming Guoqiang nodded in praise and said, "Indeed."

He took out a knotted rope from his arms, and said with lingering eyes: "Little Chang'an, I really miss you very much."

He approached Zhao Changan step by step, forced her into a small corner, and said regretfully: "I still remember your dance, it was amazing, like a white swan."

Zhao Changan looked outside the detention room, and suddenly said, "Father."

Ming Guoqiang dismissed it and said, "Don't play this game with me." He raised his hand and was about to put the rope on Chang'an's head, when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his waist, and then bright red blood flowed out.

A gloomy and cold male voice came from behind: "Then you go to die."

Ming Guoqiang looked at the huge ax on his waist in disbelief, and turned around slowly.

Mingche's face was gloomy and cold, he pulled out the axe, expressionless.

Ming Guoqiang fell to his knees.

His white shirt was soaked in blood, and his face was extremely painful.

The clear and clean face was splashed with blood, like Shura from hell.

"boom"

Ming Guoqiang's hand that was about to pull the trigger was pierced by a bullet.

Shen Yu put down the gun and stood in front of the door with a snowy face.

"Ming Guoqiang, you are being punished for several crimes of corruption, bribery, dereliction of duty, and intentional homicide. Now you are being arrested in accordance with the law."

Ming Guoqiang's face was slumped, and he gave a wry smile. He suddenly saw Gu Yan beside Shen Yu, and his face froze.

"Gu team." He whispered.

Gu Yan was expressionless: "Well, what he said is what I want to say."

Gu Yan's eyes moved to Ming Che, and he took the ax from Ming Che's hand: "Ming Che, you are prosecuted for intentional homicide, and you will also be arrested."

Mingche didn't resist, his gloomy gaze gradually became clear, and then he slowly turned his head to look at Chang'an.

Mingche read her name softly: "Chang'an."

Chang An showed a bright and pure smile that she should have at her age: "Ache, I'm not afraid."

Ming Che was infected by her gentleness, he stretched out his hand, scratched her cheek, and said softly: "Wait for me to come back."

The season when gardenias bloom in that memory.

A gentle young man in a tuxedo sat by the piano.

Smooth notes and musical sounds flowed down the piano like clouds and water.

The girl in the white dance dress complained in a low voice: "I forgot to bring my dancing shoes again."

White gardenias rustled from the branches.

The boy took out a pair of snow-white dancing shoes from under the piano and handed them over.

"it's OK now?"

The girl pursed her lips and laughed, she thought of something again, ran out in a hurry, and smiled at the boy before leaving the door: "Wait for me to come back."

The boy sat quietly, knocking out a few notes with his fingers from time to time, and those notes seemed to express the depression of the master.

The door was pushed open suddenly, and the girl threw herself on him with her arms full of gardenias.

He hugged his arms full, looked up and met her smart and playful eyes, and listened to her say:

"I'm back."

So no more separation.

The author has something to say:

I was pulled over to peel the green onions, and I came back to make up. This case is closed today.