Rebirth: Truth Does Not Dig Coal

Xu Hao took a step back and cursed silently.

Even though he had made some mental preparations in advance, Xu Hao was still mostly fooled by Yan Ze's operation.In the autumn wind filled with the smell of gunpowder, Xu Hao took a breath, suppressed his composure, and began to gradually analyze the current situation.Yan Ze held a bolt-on gun in his hand, and the two gunshots just now were very loud, which would definitely alarm others.But there was no one else around at the moment, apart from Xu Hao, at most half of Lin Xiao heard Yan Ze's words.

Why do you say half of Lin Xiao?Because the girl had already been sitting slumped on the grass, her face full of frightened expressions that caused her three views to collapse.Xu Hao didn't know how much she listened to the remarks just now.

Xu Hao looked back at Yan Ze again, reason gradually gained the upper hand, Xu Hao said, "Calm down, put the gun away."

Yan Ze's hand holding the gun did not move.Contrary to Xu Hao's rationality, Yan Ze looked at Xu Hao with paranoia in his eyes.He felt the gunfire blasting wantonly in his chest, and his throat was also implicated in a burning tingling.Yan Ze imagined how Xu Hao would react in this situation: nausea, anger, sarcasm, contempt, in short, not happy.Or with that kind of helpless and polite smile, reject him, ignore him, push him away, look at him indifferently, or open his throat with a hot gun, and stick the muzzle to the last The fragile and softest bit of soft flesh tissue, like the doomsday trial, a bullet penetrated from the brain nerve to the heart.

When it comes to this, he doesn't care anymore.

It's just that Yan Ze didn't expect Xu Hao to be so calm.Not high-pitched, unexpected, contradictory, polite or helpless.Yan Ze's entire left arm suddenly began to hurt uncontrollably. Yan Ze opened his mouth and felt the gritty feeling of his vocal cords, "I'm not fucking joking with you."

Xu Hao stepped forward and pressed Yan Ze's left wrist again, "I didn't say you were joking." After a pause, Xu Hao calmly repeated, "Put the gun away."

On a bright autumn night, Xu Hao's eyes were like floating lights sinking in the bottom of the sea. Yan Ze felt that the drowning feeling in a dream suddenly surged up, and the soreness and urgency almost burst his heart. Back to the night when the stars fell.

The muzzle of the gun hangs down weakly with the arms, Yan Ze looks at Xu Hao, his heart is so hot that he is about to bleed, and gradually a sense of absurd and self-abuse-like pleasure emerges, Yan Ze pulls the corner of his mouth, he thinks, Xu Hao, between you and me, I was never the one with the gun.

Xu Hao saw Yan Ze's face full of loneliness and difficulty, as if he had to rush out to fight with someone in the next second, Xu Hao also felt his head was very big.I don't know if God is jealous of him living a good life, but in the end, he really guessed right.But taking a step back, Xu Hao thinks that you just like it if you say you really like it. Tell me, is it like going to blow up a bunker?

Not so much!

Just as he was thinking, someone approached in the distance.

A row of men in black who looked like bodyguards sandwiched bulletproof shields, Xue Shanqi was protected in the innermost, and tens of people walked towards this direction.

Xu Hao firmly controlled Yan Ze's wrist with one hand, and quickly took the gun from Yan Ze's hand with the other hand to prevent too many people from going off.Although he is not very skilled in operation, Xu Hao knows how to use it anyway.With the muzzle facing the ground, fingers away from the trigger, the safety catch is engaged, and the magazine is ejected to unload the bullet.

The four bullets shone coldly in Xu Hao's hands. Xu Hao closed the magazine and put the bullets in his pocket.At this time, Xue Shanqi and the others had already walked up to them.

Xue Shanqi was taken aback when she saw the three protagonists present, Lin Xiao was sitting on the ground shivering, Xu Hao and Yan Ze were in a tense atmosphere, as if they were confronting each other.

Even Xue Shanqi, who is as exquisite as Xue Shanqi, is a little confused at the moment.Xue Shanqi looked slightly drunk, first waved away the bodyguards who were rushing over, and sent someone to help Lin Xiao up from the ground, then walked to Yan Ze and Xu Hao with one hand pinching his waist, "What are you two doing?" Well, the group is here to hit me?"

Xu Hao pinned the pistol on his side waist, and tidied it up slightly, the suit jacket happened to cover the body of the gun.Yan Ze's current state is really inappropriate to talk to others, Xu Hao took the initiative to apologize and said, "I'm sorry, Miss Xue, we won't make trouble for you, let's go now."

As he said that, he took a step by himself, seeing that Yan Ze was still standing there, Xu Hao pushed Yan Ze with his hand, "Let's go."

Pushed by Xu Hao, Yan Ze rubbed his eyes, buried his head and walked behind Xu Hao with the impatience all over his body.

Xue Shanqi, who stood behind and watched the two go away, was dumbfounded, leaving now?Yan Ze is still so obedient?

On the way out, Xu Hao opened his mouth and said to Yan Ze, "Let's chat." After a pause, Xu Hao turned around, "Do you have any cigarettes?"

Yan Ze raised his head abruptly, his pupils slightly expanded under the moonlight, and then contracted again.His fingers trembled slightly, and he touched the cigarette case in his pocket. The blue-gray metal cigarette case emitted a color similar to bullets under the moonlight.The temple continued to heat up, and a gun was pointed at it, Yan Ze forced himself to breathe without showing any weakness.

Barely breathing through his nasal cavity, Yan Ze stared at a point in the void, as if confronting the executioner on the execution ground.

Xu Hao took the cigarette case and lighter and saw that it was still the one he smoked most of the night in Switzerland.Xu Hao lit a cigarette, and said in a calm voice, "Give me a little time to think, don't come to me, don't get into the horns, and calm down with each other. I didn't think you were joking, so I need someone who can think independently The process. We are all adults, no matter what the relationship is, we should give each other room to breathe. As for you and me right now, I can deal with you with the same empty-headed rhetoric that I use to deal with others, but I No, right."

Xu Hao handed back the cigarette case to Yan Ze, and when Yan Ze reached out to pick it up, his eyes followed the wind and fell on a little spark that fell from Xu Hao's fingertips in the wind.Xu Hao rubbed the broken hair on his forehead with the hand holding the cigarette, "I don't know what you want me to do when you rush over today. So give me some time?"

Yan Ze suddenly raised his left hand, quickly grabbed Xu Hao's mouth, and tightly held Mars in his hand.Xu Hao was taken aback by his action, almost shook the cigarette, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Yan Ze said, "I'll give you time." He didn't open his hand, and didn't look to see if the spark had gone out, as if his left hand really felt the burn.Yan Ze suppressed the emotions in his breath, and repeated again, "I'll give you time, I don't need to see you, and I don't want you to do anything. But you have to give me a number, how long do you want to stay calm?"

Xu Hao squinted his eyes and took a puff of cigarette, as if he was thinking, "At least ten days, as many as... I haven't figured it out yet. Recently, there are a lot of things at work, so it's really helpless to come to the party today. You wait for me Get busy with this time, okay?"

"Okay." Yan Ze said, suddenly opened his arms, clenched his left hand into a fist, and his right hand was still extended, Yan Ze said, "Then come here and give me a hug."

Xu Hao was taken aback for a moment, probably not expecting that Yan Ze would have such an operation in the future.He hesitated for a second, puffed out the tobacco, and said, "Okay."

Xu Hao approached Yan Ze's outstretched arms, passed the hand holding the cigarette above Yan Ze's side, and raised it up, so that the sparks would not fall on the two of them.The other hand falls low.

Chests touched, a very light hug, Xu Hao patted Yan Ze's shoulder, and said, "Okay, how old is he?"

Yan Ze's face twitched.

He gritted his teeth hard, hard.

A ball of fire burst from the palm of his left hand, burning the entire Autumn Night Plain to ashes.

Yan Ze tried his best for 25 years, but he did not let himself shed tears at this moment.

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Three days later.

Hong Kong, Deep Water Bay.

Yan Ze handed the stack of documents in his hand to the housekeeper at the door, and looked around the ocean view garden outside the villa. The vegetation on the hillside was withered and yellow, extending to the vast waters in the distance, but no one was seen in the courtyard.Yan Ze asked in Cantonese, "Where is Grandpa?"

The butler took the file bag and politely replied in Cantonese, "Master is in the study."

Yan Ze walked into the house along the corridor, didn't take the elevator, climbed the stairs to the third floor and knocked on the door of the study.

The door is made of solid wood. Even though it is old, the polished surface is still dark and delicate, and there is a thick and dull echo when knocked.After a while, an old voice came from the door, "Come in."

Yan Ze pushed the door open and walked in, following the sofa chair closest to the door.

Old Shao was dressed in a Tang suit, his pale hair was combed neatly behind his hairline, his eyes were hale and hearty, and he held a cigar in his hand, letting the tobacco burn without moving his hand.

The expression on Mr. Shao's face was tight, and he only looked at Yan Ze with calm eyes, as if there was an undercurrent lurking under the calm sea.

Old Shao's voice was quiet, and he sounded no different from the same old man, but his tone was slower, "Ah Ze, you know that I have always been satisfied with you, and I have never cared about your personal affairs." Old Shao held a cigar like snow A hand as old as bark tapped on the table, and said, "But everything should be done in moderation, what should be done and what should not be done, I don't want Grandpa to remind you."

Yan Ze stroked the handle of the leather sofa, stood up, and said, "Grandpa, I am not coming back this time because you asked me to come back. There are some things that I must It’s only worth talking to you face to face.”

Old Shao frowned slightly, watching Yan Ze stand up from the sofa, walk to the table, and put his hands on the table.

Yan Ze said, "You have no idea what he means to me, I won't let go."

Old Shao's hands trembled, his usual calm demeanor was a bit broken, showing unbelievable anger, "Do you know what to do when he approaches you?"

Yan Ze pressed on the table, unabated in his confrontation, and said, "I know what you want to say, but you don't understand him, so it's useless for me to explain more. Let me tell you, everything you are worried about, I will I don’t care. I’m surprised that he hates me, uses me, seeks my money, seeks my power, and I’m surprised that he doesn’t mean anything to me at all, I don’t care.”

Old Shao glared at Yan Ze almost angrily, the indelible crack in his memory emerged again, the same 24 years old, even the same appearance.

Mr. Shao grabbed the crystal ashtray at hand, threw it at Yan Ze with trembling hands with all his strength, and cursed, "You are presumptuous!"

Yan Ze didn't dodge for a moment, and let the crystal hit his face, causing a gash on the brow bone.

Yan Ze casually wiped off the remaining blood line with his hands, and said, "I came back this time mainly to tell you one thing, don't touch him, what about me, it has nothing to do with them. If you want to If you want to do anything, you can come after me. I am not Shao Chongming, even if you want to touch him, you have to pass me first."

Hearing that name that was almost forbidden in Shao's, Old Shao's fingers jumped up, he took a breath, and his eyes were deep.The cigar fell to the ground at some point, and Mr. Shao opened his skinny hand like snow bark, knocked on the table twice, "I think it is very necessary for you to talk to Josoph."

Yan Ze raised the corners of his lips, and his eyes were very cold, "I don't want a psychiatrist, and I don't want to be treated. Compared with me, I think Grandpa may need to talk to Josoph more."

Old Shao's eyes were full of anger, "You!"

Yan Ze stood up straight, looked haughtily at the distant bay outside the window, and said, "You don't even know what Zhong means to me."

Yan Ze opened his left hand, and what he clenched that night was nothing but a trace of ashes, and there was nothing in his palm.

He turned and left the study.

The night is a dark lamp.

Fifteen years have passed since that shipwreck.

Everyone said that Mrs. Shaw's death was an accident, stemming from the calm shipwreck without warning.But Yan Ze knew in his heart that when his grandmother took him out to sea that day, he never contacted anyone else, and there was no third person on board.

Grandma loved him the most since she was a child, but when she got sick, she couldn't recognize who the person in front of her was.

On the day she went to sea, she looked much older than her age, and all the charm of the past was gone.At dusk, she left the land from a certain Pacific coast in Canada, while steering the helm, while searching for something on the coast, she called Yan Ze Chongming for a while, and A Ze for a while.Grandma said that they must go to Italy, and they must find the small fishing village on the cliff.In Grandma's chaotic fantasies, it was a place like heaven.

The waters of the Pacific Ocean stretch as far as the eye can see, and the night is like a big hand covering the sky and the sun, always grasping the scene in front of people until nothing is left.

When it got dark, grandma got lost.

Grandma looked into the dark sea, muttered to herself for a moment, then turned to look at Yan Ze who was a little frightened.

Ten-year-old Yan Ze stood in the corner of the boat, flustered and silent.

Grandma stared at Yan Ze's face in the cold moonlight, her lips moved, and tears suddenly flowed down.

Her face was old and twisted, like a mad old beast.

She tore her hair, cried and shouted, "Chongming, Chongming!"

She grabbed her hair and knelt on the ground, and slammed her head on the floor hard until the blood came out.

She curled up her thin body in pain, and let out a few mournful cries from her chest, "Mom is sorry for you! Chongming, you are only 24 years old, it is grandma who is sorry for you!"

Yan Ze leaned against the wall of the hull almost powerlessly, watching his grandma stumble out of the cockpit and jump into the sea without looking back.

That night, a full moon was pale and starless.

The search and rescue continued until the dawn of the next day. When Yan Ze was pulled from the boat to the helicopter, his life was completely plunged into darkness for eight hours.

Since that day, I have watched the sun set and never rise again.

15 years.

It never dawned.

Ten-year-old Yan Ze was once driven crazy by that sense of helplessness, so how could he think of it.

One day, the unfathomable sea under his feet will be ignited by a single person.