Can a general do whatever he wants?

"Well, that's right."

Chen Ming looked up at Yan Yue and asked, "Yan Mu..."

Yan Yue resolutely chose Chen Ming between Chen Ming and Yan Mu. When he was young, he loved his younger brother in every possible way, but when he grew up, his younger brother kept pushing him openly and secretly.He is not the kind of person who is poached by his close relatives and can forgive them with a smile, let alone save Yan Mu.

"Yan Mu is fine. Instead of worrying about this, Ming'er should take a good rest."

Yan Yue lifted the quilt and covered Chen Ming's neck. The quilt was soft and comfortable covering him.

"Yan Mu, yes, are you okay?"

"of course."

Half-truth.

With Yan Yue's affirmation, Chen Ming closed his eyes in confidence.

Chen Ming had a dream, dreaming that he was in the drizzle in the south of the Yangtze River.In his memory, he has never been to the south of the Yangtze River, but for some reason, when he saw the white walls, horse-headed tiles, and thin water trickling across the green stone bridge in his dream, the familiar Liu Yanmiaomiao suddenly told him that this scene was in the Jiangnan water town.

The door knocker of the golden lock faded a layer of gilt in the pattering rain.

Chen Ming held the oil-paper umbrella and pushed open the retro wooden door. In the deep courtyard, a girl who looked like a child with two corners tied was sitting on the lap of an old man who was over half a century old, drawing something stroke by stroke.

The girl with two horns pointed at the rice paper with her immature little finger, and her dull and lovely voice reached his ears.

"Chen—Ming—"

What is your own name.

Hearing the childish pronunciation, the old man stroked his beard and laughed happily, "It's Chen Ming. It's Ming'er's name."

"What does Ming'er's name mean?"

"What Chen Ming means is that Ming'er has the most beautiful voice in the world just like the larks in the sky."

lark...

Chen Ming stroked his throat, and the scene in front of him disappeared with the patter of rain.

There was another scene in front of me.

It was the same child and old man just now, but the difference was that both the child and the old man were wearing red wedding dresses.

Chen Ming was standing on the bridge at this time, surrounded by a bustling crowd of people, who ruthlessly threw rotten eggs or rotten vegetable leaves at the child in red.

The old man pulled up his sleeves and put his arms over his head.

The old man and the child looked at each other and smiled, regardless of other people's curses, they disappeared from one end of the bridge to the other end of the bridge.

The picture changes from red happiness to white things, white ambiguity floats all over the city, a large number of officers wearing gold and red badges on their chests escort a black and brown coffin, and the relatives of the old man in white mourning clothes follow behind to express their condolences.

Chen Ming failed to find the child among the white-clothed crowd this time, and what followed was a piercing pain...

"teacher!!!"

Chen Ming woke up from the dream, the sweat on his forehead was like rain, and the thin shirt on his body was soaked with sweat.

"What's wrong?"

Yan Yue, who was resting on the desk, heard Chen Ming's call and hurried to his side, "What's the matter, Ming'er. Did you have a nightmare?"

He hadn't fully woken up from the dream yet, he lowered his head and stared at Xiufeng's quilt, but there was no light in his eyes.

It must have been a nightmare, Yan Yue sat beside him affectionately and held him in his arms: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid..."

"Teacher, teacher..."

"Teacher? What's wrong with the teacher?"

Yan Yue wiped the sweat off Chen Ming's forehead with concern.I remember that Chen Ming talked to him about his teacher a long time ago, and probably had a dream about his teacher.

"He, he, he's dead! Why did you stop me!"

Chen Ming's articulation became fluent.

Regardless of the wounds on his body, he grabbed Yan Yue's double-breasted collar suddenly, and the expression on his face was uncontrollable. Horror, fear, and regret gathered on his face. He shook Yan Yue's collar and shouted over and over again: "Teacher Dead, the teacher is dead! You can't trap me here, I'm going to see him!"

Chen Ming let go of Yan Yue's neckline, jumped off the bed, and was about to rush outside with his bare feet.

Chen Ming had too many secrets that Yan Yue didn't know, so he sat on the bed and watched his back, letting Chen Ming run outside.

Chen Ming opened the door anxiously, but as soon as he took a step, he found that the scene outside the door was so strange, a layout he had never seen before.

"This is where?"

Chen Ming didn't remember Yan Yue.He thought of his teacher, and in his dream he dug out the dusty memories accumulated in his mind.

He suddenly turned around and questioned the man in the suit on the bed.

"Who the hell are you! Chen Shang asked you to arrest me, right? Let me tell you, no matter where you lock me up or sell me, I will never leave the teacher."

"You shouldn't forget me."

Yan Yue really had a headache this time.

Chen Ming lowered his head and thought for a while before thinking of the man in front of him, "I remember, you are the one who hurt Huo Jinnian, but you are neither good nor bad, and you saved me yesterday. Hmm... there is another What happened to the man in the gray robe, an assassin came to the house where I lived yesterday and he saved me. I suspect that the woman who attacked me is the serial murderer in the town."

Yan Yue was tired, and he followed Chen Ming's words: "You are right. The person who wanted to kill you yesterday is indeed the serial murderer."

"Did you catch him?"

"Well. Probably."

Chen Ming frowned, feeling displeased with the half-ambiguous words of the man in front of him, "What should you mean? You are so vague as a soldier. Forget it, what are you going to do with that woman."

"Tomorrow she will go to the guillotine. But you, what's wrong with you? Who are you talking about Chen Shang?"

Chen Ming concealed it in his eyes, "It's nothing, I just have a headache and my memory is a bit messed up."

Because of the end of the serial killings, the auction of the last four days of Nanhu Yangxing was postponed for two days.

"Extraordinary! Extraordinary! The murderer will be executed at noon!"

The boy selling newspapers ran in the streets and alleys with a cloth on his shoulders. The boy let go of the newspapers in his hand, and the newspapers floated in the sky.

Chen Ming casually took a newspaper from the boy, and the headline stamped on the newspaper was not the woman's face.Chen Ming covered his mouth in disbelief: "What's going on?"

Yan Yue glanced at the newspaper in Chen Ming's hand, his pupils enlarged for a moment, but soon he returned to his usual expression, as if the headline said that "the murderer of the serial murder case is the second young master of the Yan family" is not himself My younger brother is average.

Yan Yue replied to Chen Ming expressionlessly: "The murderer will be executed."

Chen Ming's hand holding the newspaper trembled slightly. He knew the truth. He looked up at Yan Yue and trembled when he spoke: "It's not him."

Yan Yue half-closed his eyes, a shadow fell under his eyes, and his hands tightened tightly.

"This is his own decision. Instead of caring about him, you might as well look at me more."

"I don't understand what you're talking about. All I know is that he wasn't the murderer. I'm going to save him."

"He's going to die himself, you can't save him."

Hearing Yan Yue's explanation, Chen Ming seemed to be unable to hold the newspaper steady, and the newspaper fell from his hands and landed lightly on the ground without a sound.

He looked at Yan Yue in disbelief:

"What did you say?"

"I'll tell you a story."

Yan Yue pulled Chen Ming's shoulders and pushed him into the side coffee shop. There was a silver bell hanging on the European-style wooden door of the coffee shop, and it would make a crisp sound when someone came in or out.