Banquet

The guard was puzzled and said: "Didn't you take a fancy to the Gu family?"

"Even if the stubborn stone turns into a monkey, it still cannot escape the Tathagata's palm."

The man said indifferently: "I'm looking for the person who will finally sit on the head of the two families."

The guard did not dare to speak, but was obedient in a low voice.

Even if he said three points, he still hides seven points later, and the development of the situation will eventually proceed smoothly as he wishes.And they dare not speculate.Only dare to obey orders.

"After Huaijin brings him back, you lock him up and don't let him go a step further."

When the dead leaves were blown by the wind, the man showed a cold background.

"I can pamper him once, and there will never be a second time."

In the afternoon, after Long Ye was called away by his sister, Gu Yan received a file sealed with the words top secret.

The file describes in detail all of Xia Chenyuan's information, from his birth to his death, in detail in the order of the time axis.

Under the background of densely packed text, Gu Yan fixed his major turning point on the six words "to Karon, unknown later".

Gu Yan chewed those few words slowly, his dark eyes showed a bit of thought.

"Zhao Chang'an." Gu Yan said in a deep voice to the hiding figure outside the door.

A figure was drawn out from the door of the study, and upon hearing this, he walked in quickly, and stood obediently in front of Gu Yan's desk.

"what are you doing here?"

The interrogator leaned lazily on the back of the chair, playing with the pen in his hand, and asked casually.

"I..." Zhao Changan hesitated, "There is someone outside the door looking for..."

Gu Yan's eyes flickered.

"Someone is looking for brother Shen Yu outside the door."

That name is almost taboo for everyone.

Zhao Changan finished speaking in one go, and ran out.

The pen in Gu Yan's hand was broken into two pieces by him.

After he left, he subconsciously blocked all memories related to him, but unexpectedly, someone still deliberately brought up that past event.

Gu Yan stood up and walked towards the door.

Lin Huan was waiting outside, but unexpectedly Gu Yan came.

Gu Yan's momentum was extremely strong, as if he was carrying a group of extremely cold and gloomy storms, attacking him.

"You are?" Lin Huan asked puzzled.

Gu Yan's voice was very strange, as if looking at himself from another time and space: "I am Gu Yan, Shen Yu...'s friend."

When reading those two words slowly, he still felt a never-fading scorching hot magma gushing out from his chest, and from then on, day and night, he was like being scorched.

Lin Huan's face stretched slightly: "I'm Shen Yu's roommate, I'm about to graduate, we've all moved out of the dormitory, can you help Shen Yu collect his things?"

Gu Yan nodded slowly, and took a lot of things from Lin Huan.

Lin Huan has delicate features, and if you look at him, you will be close.

"You are Lin Huan?" Shen Yu had mentioned this name to him in the past.

Lin Huan nodded, for some reason, Jiang Tao and Sun Fei didn't want to come, so they only gave him and Ji Yuan's address, and entrusted them to bring the clothes and supplies.Ji Yuan just took over the job in the law firm, only Lin Huan had some leisure time, so he came over.

Gu Yan has an impression of him, naturally because of Xia Chenyuan's kidnapping in Zhongzheng that night, because of this reason, he always wanted to thank him with Shen Yu. , Jiang and Sun probably also knew about this matter, so they dared not come over and touch the scar again.

"Is there a blindfold?" Gu Yan smiled a little when he saw the two animal blindfolds with a naive look.

He suddenly remembered something, and his eyes gradually became sharper: "You are indebted to my father, when did he know about Shen Yu's existence?"

Lin Huan's movements paused slightly, he pushed the frame of the mirror, but did not speak.

A light flashed in Lin Huan's eyes, and he said lightly: "Sorry, I don't understand what you are talking about."

"Don't understand?" Gu Yan's eyes became extremely dangerous, and he said quietly, "I still don't want to say it."

When he was about to approach, there was a Qingyue shout not far away.

"Gu Yan."

Gu Mingyuan looked at him from a distance, and Gu Yan had never looked at his father so seriously.

In the eyes of everyone, he jokes about the world, doesn't care about world affairs, immerses himself in the quiet greenhouse, treats people gently and narrowly.

"If you have any questions, why not ask me in person." Gu Mingyuan said gently as always.

Caron was the capital of Caron.

There are many exchanges between this place and the outside world, the people are abundant, the folk customs are simple, and there is lively joy everywhere.

On the edge of this crowded city, there is a quiet memorial.

In front of the gate is a huge cross, on which the crucified Jesus hangs, as if mourning the lost life.

There is no one else in the central hall, only a giant sand sculpture, the sand sculpture pattern is bloody and brutal, sweeping the bloody storm of the last century, making a comeback.

In front of the sand sculpture is a glass window, in which there are millions of skulls, all of which are innocent people who died in the war that year.

The ground of the memorial hall is a piece of black marble, the stone surface is smooth, reflecting the expressions of every mourner, two of them are Gu Xun and Chen Yan.

Gu Xun's expression was extremely cold, as if all his vitality had been exhausted, leaving only a walking body.

He took off his gloves, knelt down on one knee, spread his hands flat, and slowly fell on the cold floor tiles. This is an extremely solemn ceremony, which is extremely rare in Kalong today.

After a long time, he slowly got up, put on his gloves again, slightly nodded to Chen Yan who was beside him, and then left.

The two were strangers to each other before, but they didn't expect that after meeting this time, their goodbye would be a fight.

Chen Yan didn't pay attention to this little episode. He also participated in this battle of the century, and he vaguely remembered that this was the etiquette of the old Kalong clan.

Staring at the sand sculpture for a long time, Chen Yan bent down and bowed. This bow lasted for a long time until he heard familiar footsteps behind him.

The man usually has a pair of peach blossom eyes, and he smiles when he sees people, like a scheming old fox.

However, after he entered here, his expression was solemn and solemn.

The deep mourning surrounded him like rolling ocean waves, his pupils were clear and mournful, with a faint radiance.

He attached himself to offer a bouquet of white daisies, then bent down and bowed for a long time with Chen Yan, and it took a long time before he got up.

"Is he buried here too?" Chen Yan stared at the list of victims displayed in the window, and said slowly.

"Maybe."

Shen Jiaqi looked at those heads, and his voice was hoarse than ever before, "Every plant and tree is him, every brick and tile is him. He, his vows and beliefs are all buried here."

Chen Yan looked tired and self-deprecating, as if he had returned to that bloody moment: "I know you all hate me."

The sandalwood is ignited in the depths, and the slender and dense aroma evokes the most unwilling memories.

"After receiving the document from the United Nations ordering the withdrawal of troops that day, I led the withdrawal. On the second day after the withdrawal, I heard that the front line in Karon was tense and that Gu Chengyuan was missing. I know that you hate me and hate that I didn't stand by your side in the most difficult moment. fight."

"Shut up!" Shen Jiaqi interrupted him sharply, his whole body trembling violently, and said, "No one will blame you for choosing to give up when facing millions of civilians being massacred; no one will blame you for having Blade Heart is cowardly, you chose to leave."

His eyes were bloodshot, and he was obviously extremely emotional.

"I don't blame you, and I have no right to blame you. You can choose to protect or abandon it. This is personal freedom."

Shen Jiaqi's speech slowed down, and then he spoke heavily, and said word by word: "What I hate about you is that you took Jiang Zetao away when he was most difficult and helpless."

He punched Chen Yan fiercely in the face, then grabbed his collar and knocked him to the ground, shouting angrily, "Did you ask him, did you ask Jiang Zetao? He wants to look like a coward." Does he leave as well, does he want to be a deserter without saying a word?"

At that time, ammunition and food were exhausted.

The application for materials fell into the sea, and the armed counterattack was coldly rejected.

Everyone was exhausted, hungry and cold to the extreme, including Jiang Zetao, no one expected that the comrades around him would suddenly attack, knock him unconscious, and then take him back to the country.

"You think you're saving him, but you don't know that for a solid soldier like Jiang Zetao, fleeing from the battlefield is going to hell." Shen Jiaqi put him down, his face as cold as frost and snow.

Since the day Jiang Zetao woke up, he had concealed all his hatred and affection for Chen Yan, and he was only as alien to him as the coldest stranger.

Chen Yan's eyes fell on the void, with nothing to rely on.

After a long time, he said calmly, "I know, he and I will be in hell from now on."

Inside Zhao's residence.

Gu Mingyuan retreated from the others, and sat face to face with Gu Yan in the study.

He stared at his son with complicated eyes.

"What do you want to know?" He asked lightly.

Gu Yan's eyes were extremely sharp, as if he wanted to pierce his plain disguise and grasp the truth directly, without giving in.

"All." The two words were cut into the blood and exposed in the air.

Gu Mingyuan said calmly: "Jiang Zetao and I are good friends, and he and your uncle are close friends. After he came to Beijing, I took good care of him out of the affection of an elder. Do you have any dissatisfaction?"

His kung fu is very good, and what he said is so reasonable that it is impossible to refute.

"A high-ranking official is corrupt, and the trial in another place is also your care for him?" Gu Yan sneered, "Why didn't he say that when I asked Mr. Zhou to write a judicial proposal for him."

Gu Mingyuan's expression changed: "Zhou Mingquan, Chief Prosecutor of the Supreme Court," he looked at Gu Yan in surprise, "Did you ask for your grandfather's recommendation?"

"No," Gu Yan denied, "I have a personal relationship with him."

After the banquet in Zhao's house that night, he had met that old man once, and Gu Yan always felt that he had known each other before, and then he remembered that old man Zhou was the owner of "that teahouse" in Changhai.

Back then, in order to delay time, he borrowed the kitchen of the teahouse to cook a simple meal. Out of politeness, he asked Shen Yu to deliver some meals to the old man.

The old man had a kind face, so he happily accepted it.

It wasn't until a few days ago that Gu Yan wanted Mr. Zhou to write a judicial proposal for Jiang Zetao, and when the trial was reopened, Mr. Zhou declined. He felt that things might not be as simple as he and Shen Yu thought.

"Do you know what Elder Zhou said?"

Gu Mingyuan looked at him inquiringly.

Gu Yan slowly brewed a pot of tea for his father.

Gu Mingyuan raised his hand and scolded "Stinky boy" with a smile, then took the cup of tea.

Zhou Mingquan was like this at that time, he took his beloved tea set, and leisurely poured a cup of tea for Gu Yan, with a relaxed expression.

Gu Yan's expression was calm, with a bit of Zhou Lao's appearance, he calmly said: "The time has not come yet."

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The title is quoted from "50 Years of Independence History of African Countries".