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Wearing casual clothes, Zhu Nanjiang followed Ah Xin to the door of the house on Baoxing Road. As soon as he got off the car, he heard the tinkling of bells in the courtyard.Huang Laosi's voice came through the door: "If you don't know how to flatter, I will kill you."

Zhu Nanjiang stopped, frowned and gave Ah Xin a wink.The latter was about to speak, but Huang Laosi's subordinates who were guarding the gate of the courtyard saw him first, and yelled away: "The third master is here! The third master is here!"

From a distance through the half-open courtyard door, Zhu Nanjiang saw Huang Laosi and several other men holding a stick to force a man in a long coat to go out.

"Cena, tell him not to mess around... Do you think I'm talking fart?" Zhu Nanjiang scolded in his heart in an instant, "Why did Yu Shankun's subordinates train such ignorant things? Iron bars? Damn it , Is this person going to die in my hands if I catch him back?"

The long-clothed man dodged for a while, but the stick missed his head, but staggered against him. Huang Laosi followed up and kicked him back, kicking him back again and again, hitting the courtyard door with his back and falling come out.

Just as Zhu Nanjiang walked to the door, he happened to see the man trying to get up from the ground with his hands and feet on the ground. His left palm was propped on the ground, revealing his missing little finger.

The people in the courtyard rushed out.When Huang Lao Si saw him, his arrogance rose a little bit as if he had been beaten with chicken blood, and he kicked the man who had just half stood up back to the ground.

At this moment, Zhu Nanjiang saw the man's face clearly.

Before the next round of punches fell, Zhu Nanjiang drew his gun and stepped up the steps: "Stop."

Huang Lao Si was stunned for a moment, then smiled and backed away: "Oh, the police detective Zhu is here! Just in time for us to judge, this shameless person made a bet and then regretted it, and now he refuses to leave!"

"You rascals, you..." The man wanted to refute, but because of the pain in his wound, he couldn't even speak a complete sentence

Zhu Nanjiang looked at his face again.The sharp-edged facial features were distorted by pain, thin-rimmed glasses hung obliquely on the bridge of the nose, and there was a little blood on the lenses.

Wen Changling...

It's him, it's really him...

The other party took advantage of this gap to breathe, raised his head and supported the mirror frame.The four eyes meet, one is at a loss and the other is at a loss.

My brother is still the same, nothing has changed, but he is bleeding, he looks in pain... what's wrong with him?

Oh, he's hurt.

Huang Laosi didn't know what to say again, Zhu Nanjiang came back to his senses, and gestured to the one-eyed boy waiting outside the door: "Blind man!"

The latter stepped into the yard without saying a word, and helped Wen Changling walk into the house without looking at anyone.

"Third Master..." Several men looked at each other, unable to understand what he meant.

Zhu Nanjiang raised the barrel of his gun and shook it at Huang Laosi: "Come here!"

Wen Changling has already returned to the front of the house.He also didn't realize what happened, but it was good that someone didn't help the scoundrel to drive him out.

The leading young man with a gun looked very familiar, he should have seen him somewhere, but he couldn't remember when he knew such a person.

Wen Changling turned his head and glanced at the gate of the courtyard again, just in time to see the other party smiling in his direction—in fact, he was smiling at Huang Laosi, and at the same time raised his hand to pat him on the shoulder, as if he was meeting an acquaintance attitude.

The young man was very beautiful, and his eyebrows were even brighter when he smiled, and because he just smiled and didn't speak, he looked timid and innocent.

Suddenly he remembered who he was.A certain distant memory in my heart instantly turned up, an alley, a stone staircase, and a child.

Wen Changling took a step forward, wanting to take a closer look at the young man's face, but Huang Laosi blocked him.

Immediately after the gunshot was heard, both of them stopped moving.Huang Laosi's back swayed twice, and he fell straight to the ground.

Zhu Nanjiang shot through his stomach twice.

The yard was quiet again.

Huang Laosi's body was dragged into the car, and six or seven of his subordinates were also driven outside by Ah Xin to have someone look at them.

Zhu Nanjiang put away his gun, straightened his clothes, and walked quickly across the yard and opened the door after his breath calmed down.

Wen Changling stood behind the door, and when the door opened, the two met each other.

Zhu Nanjiang's heart beat wildly again.He didn't dare to speak anymore, and didn't know what to say. He looked left and right and said to the one-eyed boy standing in the corner, "Blind man, you go out first."

The door closed.

"Mr. Wen..."

"Southern Border..."

The two spoke at the same time, and stopped talking at the same time.

Looking at each other in surprise, Wen Changling smiled: "Nanjiang, it's really you."

“Mr. Wen, where are you hurt? Is it important?”

"I inquired about you later and went to you, but no one lives there anymore."

"You're bleeding, do you want to see a doctor?"

"I heard that He Tingyu went to Japan. I don't know if you left with him."

"Mr. Wen, I'll take you to see a doctor."

Wen Changling saw that the other party had been staring at his eyes, and only then realized that the glasses were stained with blood.He lowered his head and checked around. He stretched out his right hand to show him the wound on the palm of his hand: "I don't know where I cut my hand. It's a flesh injury. Just deal with it yourself."

After a pause, he slightly curled the corners of his mouth, as if talking to himself: "Nanjiang...I'm not used to you calling me that."

Zhu Nanjiang thought that he was suspicious of his birthright, so he tried to change his words: "Brother?"

As soon as he said this, before he felt embarrassed, Wen Changling felt embarrassed: "Yes, you did call me that all the time at that time... Ha, so many years have passed in a flash."

He always laughed like this, so Zhu Nanjiang had no choice but to laugh too.The two laughed back and forth, as if they had no other expressions to use.

The two shots just now scared Wen Changling, and for a moment he suspected that he had identified the wrong person.But now he was sure that it was none other than Nanjiang, the boy who had suddenly appeared in his life and then disappeared completely.

He came back suddenly.

"Did you... beat him to death just now?" Wen Changling thought of Huang Laosi.

"They're just hooligans."

"He called someone to steal the house deed, and forced me to sign the deed. He forced all the families in the vicinity to leave."

"In addition to this, he has done a lot of bad things. He should have died a long time ago. Brother, don't worry, no one will come to embarrass you again in the future."

"Nanjiang, you are..." Wen Changling felt suspicious when he heard him speak lightly.

"I run errands for the patrol room, and the director will occasionally call me to arrest people."

"Then you just beat him to death..."

"It's okay, it's approved by the above."

Zhu Nanjiang knew what he wanted to ask, but he subconsciously didn't tell the whole truth.In the past two years, he thought he hadn't done any serious crimes, but somehow his reputation became more and more bad, but everyone was polite to him, and he didn't know who the bad words came from.

Wen Changling is in the Chinese world, so it is impossible for all the rumors in the concession to reach his ears.It would be best not to pass it on, Zhu Nanjiang wished that he knew nothing about himself.

"Brother, I'm moving back in now."

"Really? I don't know... I haven't been back for a long time."

"A few years ago, I bought a house on Baoshan Road, which is near Sanli, but I have never seen you."

"After that, I was not in Shanghai for a long time. Two years later, I caught up with the renovation of the printing factory, so I moved here with my uncle."

Wen Changling clenched his left hand into a fist and put it on his lap, intentionally or unintentionally hiding the side of the severed finger.

After many years, he didn't want to mention that painful experience again, but luckily Zhu Nanjiang didn't either.Talking about those years, both of them chose to understate and pass it lightly, as if it was really just an insignificant and ordinary past in the long years.

It is so common that as long as no one mentions it, it can be covered up by time.

The author says:

I'm late!Yesterday, the network card failed to publish and was not found! (T▽T) This is Wednesday, and there will be another chapter tonight as compensation!