[Lou Cheng's first time] Nirvana

After the building went crazy, it is not difficult to guess whose masterpiece it is.

Even a woman he loved can do such a cruel thing, let alone him, an outsider who knows too many of his secrets.Liang Zhongchun felt that he was now a bedbug in Minglou's hands, as long as Minglou squeezed it lightly, his life would be lost.Don't talk about the future...

Minglou stretched out his hand towards Liang Zhongchun and pulled him up from the ground.He smiled even more, "Ah Cheng said long ago that Director Liang is a smart man, and it really is."

Ah Cheng... Liang Zhongchun shuddered, who is Mingcheng?He and Minglou are in the same group, isn't it true that Mingcheng is also... "This..."

"If Chief Liang wants to understand, you can too." Minglou tilted his head slightly, smiling enigmatically. "Even if it's not for yourself, you don't want your children to...huh?"

If it is omitted, everyone understands that this is the best opportunity for Liang Zhongchun to express his position.When Ming Lou mentioned the child, he chose without hesitation. "Liang was sent out, so there is no difference between life and death."

No.20 Chapter Six

At the end of March and the beginning of April, Nanjing City, although whitewashed with peace, even the pavement trees in the streets bear the scars left by the war.When he got off the car, Mingcheng froze for a moment...

This is not the first time he has set foot in Nanjing. In the past, he always came and went in a hurry for missions.He didn't have time to take a good look at this vicissitudes of life city, so he was about to go elsewhere.Now, this place is already his battlefield. When he looked at it seriously, an inexplicable sadness and depression surged from the bottom of his heart.

It hurts too much, there are traces of aggression everywhere in the eyes, and the aggressors are still showing off their might in this city.

"Ah Cheng, stay at home when you come back, it's not peaceful outside." Chen Bijun's voice pulled Mingcheng's thoughts back, and Mingcheng read deep worry from her eyes.

"Don't worry, godmother, I understand." Mingcheng nodded obediently.Chen Bijun knew that he had a mission when he came back, and if possible, he didn't want her to worry too much...

Mo Hai handed the suitcases of Chen Bijun and Mingcheng to Wu He, the housekeeper of the Wang mansion, and handed a piece of paper to the servant Alan. "Brother Ahe, the young master has listed all the things that the young master needs to avoid. The madam told me that none of them should appear on the dinner table. In addition, the eldest son will stay at home tonight, and prepare his favorite red plums for dinner. Fish maw and vegetarian roast goose."

"Yes, Master Ah Hai." Although Wu He is older than Mo Hai, his status in the Wang family is different from that of Mo Hai.He is the real housekeeper of the Wang mansion, and Mo Hai walked into the Wang mansion as the Wang family's young master with a different surname.

"Trouble, brother Ahe." Mo Hai never regarded himself as the young master. When he was sent to the Wang family, he appointed himself a servant of the Wang family.Although Wang's family was a scholarly family back then, they were not rich. This is the only way he can repay the kindness of supporting him to study.For these servants in the Wang mansion, he has never put on a posture of being superior to others.

"What are you talking about?" Mo Hai was so courteous, but Wu He never dared to do anything wrong.Earlier, a servant in the family once said a few gossips about Mo Hai behind his back, and was kicked out by Mr. Wang...

"Cheng Lu, you're back." A gentle voice sounded from behind, with a bit of joy, and even the smile on his face was full of joy. "It's good to come back, you have worked hard along the way."

"Fourth brother, why are you at home today?" Mo Hai was a little surprised, he was supposed to be working at this time.

"I know you guys are coming home today, so I put other things off." Wang Zhaoming pointed to the sofa, "Go and sit and talk." He turned his head and told Wu He, "Make a cup of tea for the young master. He likes to drink the Biluochun that was just delivered yesterday." .”

Mo Hai politely nodded his thanks to Wu He, and then sat down next to Wang Zhaoming. "Fourth brother, there is no danger in going to Shanghai this time. Madam and young master are fine, don't worry."

Wang Zhaoming smiled, "With Cheng Lu here, I can't be more at ease. In the past, my brother always praised Cheng Lu, but unfortunately now my brother... In the end, I have caused you to be troubled."

"What did fourth brother say, elder brother Ruoquan knows..." Mo Hai paused, but couldn't continue.Seeing Wang Zhaoming's smile gradually fade away, he had no choice but to change the subject. "The Imperial Star of the Japanese military is already on the way. I heard that he drove there by himself?"

Wang Zhaoming couldn't help feeling emotional when he heard Mo Hai mentioning the moon-watching Changfeng. "The young man is so aggressive, which is enough to prove his status in Yingzuo's heart. He is so spoiled! The military department said that their star of the empire is as famous as the cold sword of the Chinese military command, and this time it can be said that they are a match for each other."

Mo Hai's movements of drinking tea slowed down a little, his heart was a little heavy. "Really." When Han Dao was in Shanghai, the Star of the Empire was in Nanjing. Now Han Dao is in Nanjing, but he went to Shanghai.Talk about meeting your opponent!

But, on the side of the poisonous snake...

Cao Tong's residence is not at all like a place where a master of the Qing Gang stays, like... a scholar!A single-family villa is furnished in an unparalleled elegance. When Minglou walked in, he had the illusion of entering the study of a child of an ancient aristocratic family.

Yang Muci arrived before him, Ming Lou turned his eyes and saw Yang Muci standing next to Cao Tong, smoking a cigarette while watching Cao Tong paint.In the whole study room, the smell of ink and tobacco is mixed, but strangely not in conflict.

Cao Tong likes painting, and he doesn't know whether he influenced Mingcheng or Mingcheng influenced him.However, Ming Lou had to admit that Cao Tong's painting skills were much higher than Ming Cheng's.

In particular, Cao Tong has dabbled in a wide range of fields. The oil painting on the shelf next to him is still drying, and the ink painting with extraordinary artistic conception is already painted on his hand...

"Principal Xia has a temporary surgery, and he won't arrive until later. It's useless for you to stand by me. Let's just find a place to sit and chat." Cao Tong picked a touch of light yellow with the tip of his pen, turned his wrist lightly, and gave it to the pen The flourishing peony adds a touch of color.

Yang Muci took Minglou to the living room on the second floor familiarly, it was not the first time he came here.The reason why we made an appointment to meet here is simply because there is no place that is safer than here.

Minglou believes in Cao Tong, but only because Cao Tong is Mingcheng's subordinate. "My side has already dealt with it, and I just wait for Mochizuki Changfeng to come to take up his post tomorrow."

Yang Muchi looked at Minglou in shock, "Who are you talking about?"

"..." Minglou couldn't understand Yang Muci's astonishment, "Mochizuki Changfeng, the so-called star of the Japanese Empire. Is there any problem?" Although he forgot to mention it during the day, he shouldn't be so shocked.

——I am not the best, there is one person who can defeat me.His name is Mochizuki Nagamine, code-named Star of the Empire, and he has been hailed by the Japanese military as the most perfect and outstanding genius in the past century.If you meet him in the future, stay away from him.

Star of the Empire, Mochizuki Changfeng...

Yang Muci glanced at Minglou and decided to tell the truth. "Mochizuki Changfeng has a keen sense of smell. His position in the Japanese military headquarters is equivalent to my senior brother's position in the military command. The senior brother once said that Mochizuki Changfeng is his only opponent."

Han Dao's only opponent, Minglou's heart skipped a beat... "Do they know each other?"

"Should know." Yang Muci heard Mingcheng talk about Wangyue Changfeng, but he didn't say much.It can be guessed between the lines that they fought against each other...

When Mingcheng slipped out of Wang's mansion, as soon as his feet over the wall touched the ground, a figure fell into the corner of his eyes.He was taken aback, but smiled habitually. "Uncle Mo."

Mo Hai nodded seriously, and handed over a windbreaker on his arm. "Deeper and heavier, go home early." Regardless of Mingcheng's reaction, he turned around and left.

Mingcheng put on the windbreaker, and while buttoning it, he thought about it... How did Mo Hai know that he was going out, obviously waiting for him here?Who is he?

There are very few people Mingcheng can't see through, and Mo Hai is one of them.What shocked him the most was that he couldn't feel the threat from Mo Hai... According to his intuition, Mo Hai should be one of his own, but he couldn't prove it.

This windbreaker is just to add clothes to him, or does it have other meanings?At such a dangerous moment, Mingcheng had to think about it.After walking around the corner, he still took off his windbreaker, and threw it up on a branch of a roadside tree... They all put their lives on the gambling table, and he couldn't afford to gamble.

Whether it's good intentions or anything else, he can't accept it.

Just as Mingcheng walked into the darkness, a figure appeared in the corner of the wall.There was a gratified smile on the resolute face that hadn't smiled all year round, but there was a hint of distress in his eyes when he looked at the windbreaker on the branch.A sigh, floating in the mid-spring night. "What a good child, it's a pity that the world is not good..."

He put the bowler hat in his hand on his head, turned and walked in another direction...

Under the dim light in the small attic, the hand holding the gun shook a fixed number on the telephone dial.He sat quietly at the table, waiting for the call to be connected.

"Hello, Xiangyu's residence." A familiar voice came from the other end of the phone, with a bit of fatigue and anticipation.

"Shaoshan." It was Mo Hai's voice on the other end of the phone.His voice remained the same seriousness, but showed some relief. "People are very nice, don't worry, I'm here."

"It's good if you're a good person." The other side seemed to be relieved, and then asked. "How are you?" Caring forbearance, although the tone was steady, there was still some slight tremors...

"Alright." Mo Hai paused, blinked his eyes lightly, and melted away the moisture from the corners of his eyes. "And you?"

"Alright." The voice over there seemed to be choked up, "Cheng Lu, thank you for your hard work."

"The main reason is that your students are smart." There was already a smile in Mo Hai's voice, most of it was for the relief of the people on the other end. "It's okay, everything will be fine. Return it to Zhao, my promise will never expire."

"..." There was no sound on the phone for a long time, and when it came again, it was too hoarse. "You must be safe, okay? We need you..."

"Trust me, I have a measure." Mo Hai just passed on his words firmly, "Shaoshan, we need you more. We need a bigger victory, and the long-awaited light is in front of us. I will always Behind you, forever."

A thousand gold promises, Mo Hai's promise is more than just a thousand gold?

"It's getting late, go to bed early." Mo Hai could hear how tired the people on the other side were.The long-term forward combat dispatch, seeing the Chinese fall one by one but being powerless, this kind of pain... At this moment, all he can say are these four words. "Shaoshan, take care."

"You too." As soon as the words fell, there was no sound from the receiver...

Mo Hai is used to hanging up the phone first. He is not a person who can be swayed by emotions, but that doesn't mean he has no emotions.It is precisely because he understands too well that every call is just a farewell.

No one can guarantee that every tomorrow can be spent safely...

When Mingcheng arrived at Rongchu's apartment, Yao Meng had already arrived.When he saw his old friend standing in front of him, he felt a little unreal. "Yao Meng..."

"Why? I haven't known each other for a long time." Yao Meng smiled and joked, but her eyes were moist.

how long?Three years... Or the Yao Meng he met in Japan after accepting the mission three years ago.Mingcheng raised a bright smile, and the whole room seemed to be filled with joyful warmth. "haven't seen you for a long time."

Rong Chu poured water for the two of them, raised his hand and glanced at the watch on his wrist. "The agreed time is 11:30, and there are still more than 20 minutes."

Because of Yao Meng's nervousness, the phalanges of her fingers holding the water glass turned white... "Ah Cheng, this violates discipline..."

Mingcheng didn't take it seriously, "I'm your superior, and I'm not afraid of anything you are afraid of. Discipline is dead, but people are alive. When is this going to happen?"

For a moment, the air seemed to condense... Many things are inevitable, when is this?It will be exposed at any time, sacrificed at any time, and separated forever at any time.

Yang Muci looked at the clock at Cao Tong's house. There were still 5 minutes before the appointed time... Xia Yuechun didn't know what was holding him back.

"You can be a little later, Dean Xia." Cao Tong leaned on the handrail of the stairs, holding a cup of coffee, drinking it casually.Seeing Xia Yuechun who came in a hurry, he couldn't help but tease him.

"Don't be poor with me." Xia Yuechun spontaneously searched for the second floor in three steps at a time. He came and went as freely as if he regarded Cao Tong's place as his home.

Cao Tong took a sip of coffee, shook his head and sighed. "Such an exquisite villa is used as an inn for you, I am a bad star..."