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Zhu Nanjiang drove to Baoxing Road, his palms holding the steering wheel were covered with cold sweat.

Wen Changling's words scared him.In my impression, my brother had never spoken to me in that tone, it was colder than treating strangers.

He vaguely knew why the other party acted like this suddenly, but because his mind was so messed up, he couldn't figure it out.

The door is not locked.

Zhu Nanjiang quickly walked across the yard and opened the door.Wen Changling stood behind the door, and when the door opened, the two met each other, just like the day they met again.

At that time, the man's face was full of hesitant surprise and joy, but today there was nothing, his eyes were like a blunt file as he looked at himself blankly.

Zhu Nanjiang suddenly realized that he was still wearing a police uniform.

"Brother, I..."

"Don't call me brother, I can't afford it." Wen Changling turned his head away, staring at other places, "Should I call you Inspector Zhu?"

Zhu Nanjiang opened his mouth, but he couldn't say anything. After a pause of two seconds, he answered the wrong question: "I went looking for you last night, but I couldn't find it..."

"What do you want me for? Arrest me?"

"How could it be? I'm afraid you'll get hurt!"

"I'm afraid I'll get hurt... I really don't know how you said that? Your men just shot workers in the street!"

"Those are not my people, I don't know them!" Zhu Nanjiang thought to himself that Wen Changling had misunderstood. The one who fired the guns on the street was the military police sent by the national government, and had nothing to do with him.

"Then what are your people doing?" Wen Changling sneered, "Those people who committed murder in the printing factory called you the third master, didn't they?"

"Me, I just knew him...he called me that early on."

"You are Inspector Zhu and the third master. All murderous thugs treat you respectfully."

"It's not like that, brother..."

"I never knew you were so... so powerful."

Zhu Nanjiang began to tremble from head to toe.He heard a hint of sarcasm from these words, he never thought that he would hear such words from Wen Changling.

That's my brother!Even if people all over the world look down on him and ridicule him, my brother will always love him.

"Who the hell are you?"

"I am Nanjiang."

Wen Changling sighed as if talking to himself: "But Nanjiang... I feel like I don't know you soon."

When Zhu Nanjiang heard the sound of "Nanjiang", he finally couldn't hold back the sobs deep in his throat.

He knew he shouldn't be like this, he should calm down and explain to the other party what happened over the years from the beginning, instead of making some endless arguments with a sad face.But he found that he seemed to have lost the ability to think.

Wen Changling misunderstood him, but he didn't seem to have misunderstood him.His people hunted down the workers in the concession. He witnessed the picket raid but remained indifferent. There was no essential difference between him and the murderous thugs.

Just as he couldn't control his trembling, he couldn't calm down and speak clearly in his justification.

"That person told you? They really know you... Then did he say that I let him go? I didn't make things difficult for them!"

"Should I thank you?"

"I don't want you to thank me..."

"I know what the chief inspector does, don't take me for a fool!"

"I'm working for the Board of Directors, but I never thought of harming you!"

Wen Changling looked at him like he was looking at an unreasonable lunatic: "Let me ask you, if I tell you now that I am a revolutionary, will you take me away?"

"You...really?" Zhu Nanjiang asked in a daze.

"If I were, would you arrest me?"

"No... Whether you are or not, I will not harm you."

Wen Changling stopped talking.

He learned from the employees of the printing factory that there were people from the Board of Directors pressing for his whereabouts on the spot, so he didn't think about Zhu Nanjiang at first.But all kinds of news came together, and some workers who had entered the cell recognized him.

Zhu Nanjiang, a celebrity in front of the gangsters of the Qing Gang, entered the police station at the age of 17, and became the first and only Chinese detective in the French Concession in his early 20s.The hooligan thugs who work for tigers on weekdays all sell his face, and the search and arrest warrants have to go through his hands before they can be issued to various police districts.

But it was such a person who, not long ago, was angry at a joke he made like a child.

Someone asked him why he met Zhu Nanjiang, but he couldn't answer.Some people advised him to change his residence quickly to get rid of the relationship, because the other party had "bad intentions", and he did not agree.

He called him and asked to meet him.But when they really met, he didn't get the answer he wanted.

He didn't know what kind of answer he should expect.

"Nanjiang... Do you really know nothing, or are you just pretending to be stupid with me..."

"Brother, I understand, I..."

"Don't call me brother again!" Wen Changling let out a low growl, his face drooping, "You go, I don't want to see you again."

Zhu Nanjiang shivered for a moment, but did not move.

"You don't go, I'll go."

Wen Changling picked up his coat and made a gesture to go out, Zhu Nanjiang came to his senses as if waking up from a dream, and rushed to the door to block him.

"Brother! Don't!" Looking up and seeing the other's terrifying expression, he hurriedly took two steps back, "I'll go, I'll go..."

Zhu Nanjiang stood outside the courtyard for a while, his eyes fixed on the courtyard door, because the sky itself was dark, so he didn't know how long he stood there.

Later, he was tired, so he sat in the car and continued to watch, but there was no sign of the door being opened.

——That's right, it's getting late, and my brother is going to bed.

Zhu Nanjiang returned home, and drove to Baoxing Road early the next morning to guard. When he saw Wen Changling going out, he didn't dare to go up to call him, because he didn't know if his brother had calmed down.

The patrol room has errands to do every day, and it is impossible to spend all the time here, so he can only come to see it in the morning and night, and twice he simply stayed up overnight.

Zhu Nanjiang hoped that the other party would notice him and come over to talk to him, even if it was just "what are you doing here".But Wen Changling didn't know if he really didn't see it or if he saw it and pretended not to know, every time he walked quickly with his head down, leaving only a distant shadow of him.

Finally one day he couldn't help getting out of the car to stop the other party. Wen Changling didn't mean to let him into the house, so the two could only stand face to face on the side of the road.

Zhu Nanjiang said "with a straight face" that he couldn't help himself. Wen Changling listened to his confession indifferently, and finally said coldly: "As long as you are still wearing this police uniform, we can't continue to be friends."

"Brother, I will not harm you no matter what, I can protect you!"

"You don't understand! If you really don't want to harm me, you should..."

"I understand!" Zhu Nanjiang grabbed the collar with both hands and pulled it hard, "The labor bureau persecuted the workers, so I am not the same as you! But we knew each other before entering the patrol room, didn't we? I am Did you wear an extra police uniform? I've always been me!"

He tore off all the buttons in two or three strokes, and then lowered his head to untie the belt, "If you don't like it, I won't wear it... I will hide it well, and I won't let you see it again..."

"What are you doing?" Wen Changling grabbed his wrist: "Are you crazy!?"

Zhu Nanjiang felt that he was indeed crazy, his heart was frozen with icicles, but his brain was hot, and the skin on his wrist that was being grabbed was extremely hot.

He desperately pulled out his hand to hug Wen Changling back, but the other party pushed him away.He still wanted to catch up, but what responded to him was the tightly closed door.

Zhu Nanjiang stood in disheveled clothes at the gate of the courtyard for more than an hour. Passers-by who saw him in this attire lowered their heads and walked away.

"Brother, I have to go to work..." He whispered, and at the same time smiled very cutely, "I will come to see you tomorrow."

When the car drove away, Wen Changling poked his head out and looked outside, then turned around and squatted down slowly with his back against the door.

"He obviously doesn't understand anything...but he has done everything." Covering his eyes with his hands, he suddenly felt sore in his heart.

"Nanjiang, what should I do with you?"

The author says:

crooked!Is anyone else watching? (*?▽?*)