[Golden Fen Family] Reborn Xiuzhu

Clutching the wound on his shoulder and holding the gun in his hand, he stood under the wall with his back leaning against him, but the blood had already flowed out, Li Haoran was panting, and suddenly suspected that he would really die like this.

He is like a walking dead, wearing the enviable skin of others, walking between Beijing and Shanghai glamorously, never stopping, he has been thinking, when will he be able to stay?It's a pity that every time he thinks like this, he is still on the move.

Bai Xiuzhu didn't reach out her hand, but pulled herself.

She couldn't reach out, even if Bai Xiuzhu reached out, she couldn't reach her, right?

After all, there is still such a deep gap between them.

But now everything has come to light, the Kuomintang made such a move in order to prevent Li Haoran from colluding with the Beiyang government. He no longer knows what faith is - this is an era of chaotic beliefs.

He later thought, he still believes in himself.

Unfortunately, some things cannot be resolved by faith.

For example, now.

Suddenly hearing the sound of a bullet being loaded, Li Haoran turned around and saw Du Jiu standing at the end of the corridor looking at him.

It was already difficult for him to speak, his jet-black hair was stained with sweat on his cheeks, but at this moment he still pulled the corner of his lips: "What are you here for?"

Du Jiu said, "Kill you."

Then Li Haoran sneered and shook his head: "Crazy."

He ignored Du Jiu, stood up straight, and walked further into the corridor.

Li Sheng's group hadn't finished walking before, and there were still some people hiding inside. Du Jiu didn't know where he snatched the gun, so now he has to go up to see where these people are hiding.

These are all landmines buried below. If they are not disposed of, who knows what will happen?

He saw a figure and fired a shot, but it missed. Du Jiu stepped forward to make another shot, and when he saw the figure fell, he even laughed softly, "I think the chances of getting out alive may be too low." .”

Indeed, Du Yuesheng outside was looking like he was killing everything.

Li Haoran said nothing with a sullen face, walked forward, and took out the bullet clip from the man who had been shot in the heart by Du Jiuyi, but he was speechless and unable to use it.

Du Jiu shook his head when he saw it, "Forget it, it won't be needed."

wrong model.

"Li Haoran, you and I, whoever goes back alive, go to her, how about it?"

he asked lightly.

Li Haoran didn't say anything, just looked at him coldly, and said after a while: "Let's wait until you survive."

Du Jiu smiled: "Indeed, the probability of my death is higher than yours."

Outside the Shanghai Federation of Trade Unions, a group of members of the Youth Gang stood outside. They were the leaders of the society. Du Yuesheng personally fired the first cannonball and blasted into the trade union building. The bloody night finally officially began.

The workers inside were dispersed before they could rush out. The hail of bullets started to kill in the bustling urban area of ​​Shanghai. Countless people rushed out, but they were all killed by the heavy machine guns set up outside!

Countless people fell down and never got up again.

This night is the prelude to darkness.

In Bai Xiuzhu's memory, this night was not black, but blood red, and the color was extremely bright.

Mr. Holland of the French embassy extended his hand to her and asked her: "Do you have to go to Hong Kong? If you go to France, I am willing to apply for a visa."

Bai Xiuzhu just shook her head and refused.

She never imagined that he would end up lying in the cemetery in the concession.

M. Holland asked again: "Is he your lover?"

Bai Xiuzhu shook her head again, turned to say goodbye to Mr. Aurang, looked at the branches and leaves of the little daisy in front of the tombstone, and still felt that people like Du Jiu probably didn't like flowers.

The one who died was still Du Jiu.

It has been a year since that incident, and Shanghai seems to have returned to calm. Li Haoran was fine, because Du Yuesheng didn't dare to touch him, because Li Haoran was a force from the underworld in Beijing, but Du Jiu had to die.

In Shanghai, there can only be one surnamed Du.

Mr. Du, Mr. Du Jiu, two Dus, one big and one big, have never been a good thing.

Perhaps, others also think that Du Yuesheng is enough in Shanghai, right?

As soon as Du Jiu left, there was no one in Shanghai who could rival Du Yuesheng. Afterwards, no one remembered him anymore. People always forgot things very quickly.

She raised her head and looked at the traces of flying birds in the sky, and suddenly felt very beautiful.

Du Jiu, when he died, how many people would remember that his name was actually not Du Jiu, but Du Changzhou?

Changzhou.

He said that one day, he would die because of Bai Xiuzhu.

At first I thought it was a joke, but looking back now, it was a prophecy.

However, no matter how many ups and downs have passed, the living still have to move forward.

She imagined how Du Jiu left countless times, but she couldn't reproduce that scene because it was too tragic.

People like Du Jiu lay quietly without making a sound, just like the hyacinths basking quietly in the sun on her window sill.

Spring in Shanghai this year came a bit late.

Bai Xiuzhu went back to Beijing from Shanghai, packed up her belongings, but she couldn't find the old familiar people around her, Jin Yanxi went abroad with Leng Qingqiu, Jin's mansion caught fire, and she couldn't go back to the past. The shadows of those people have disappeared.

She thought, after her rebirth, she came back to see different scenery, different people, and her state of mind in the two lifetimes, but she was always desolate and frightened.

Nothing happened to the Bai mansion, but Bai Xiongqi left and took refuge in Zhang Zuolin, and there was no news after that. She bought the mansion with her own money, but she couldn't live there, and just sent someone to clean it. , No one else knows who the owner of this house is.

Ah Yue disappeared, probably because she felt ashamed to see her old master?

So many people have left, but she is still the same.

The black car he was sitting in returned to the formerly glorious and crowded Bai Mansion, but now it is deserted, with no one in sight.

Passers-by looked at Bai Xiuzhu and wondered who it was. Only those with good eyesight and memory remembered that this was the Miss Bai who had been in Shanghai for several years and would not come.

It turned out that the Bai Mansion was back in her hands.

That's what people talk about.

After reading the news in the newspaper that there was an uprising today and troubles tomorrow, and that the two parties started to strangle again, and had time to talk about interesting things around her, Bai Xiuzhu returned to Beijing seemingly silently, but Everyone who should know knows it.

She walked around the upstairs where she used to live, as if she wanted to pretend to leave all the memories.

Sometimes I feel that the Bai Mansion is too cold, so I go to Liulichang and Rongbaozhai, and there is often no one there, only a few bosses sit and chat occasionally. Neither went to his funeral.

Boss Zhang said that death is like a lamp going out. When he was alive, it was enough for us to be friends with him. Why bother to go to his funeral and disturb him?Things after death are all vain.

These old guys are always so open-minded, they can make Bai Xiuzhu smile knowingly.

Occasionally passing by the burnt Jin mansion, something else was built here to block the shadow of the old days, so that she could not find the lost traces.

The sycamore tree outside Renyi Girls' Middle School grew taller and taller. Standing below, Bai Xiuzhu could see the big green leaves. When spring came, these leaves shone faintly with the beautiful light of the sun. .

Her palms touched the warm bark, and when she turned around, she saw a person wearing a blue long windbreaker, holding a book in his hand and looking down. He was wearing a thin gray sweater, and his black hair was hanging behind his ears. Disturbed by the wind, those eyes were still clear and bright, but the glitz and vicissitudes gathered and scattered in his eyes, like the mottled light and shadow falling from the trees.

Li Haoran bent his lips, closed his palms together, but stretched out his hand to her: "Want to go outing?"

She was stunned, then smiled, "Okay."

She reached out and put her palm into his, deliberately ignoring the bony scars on his palm.

That day, when she opened her eyes, Li Haoran said: I'm going back to Beijing to deal with things, wait for me.

She had waited for him for so long, but in the end she returned to Beijing first, but it was Li Haoran who stretched out his palm first to show her all the scars he had accumulated over the years.

Bai Xiuzhu remembered Boss Zhang's words.

Boss Zhang said that those who are alive should learn to cherish them.

They're back where they met, where they started, and where they'll be again—starting over again.

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