Wancheng Chronicle

The visitor seemed to have been standing among the beautiful flowers in the backyard for a long time.He admired the flowers swaying gently in the breeze, revealing their fragrance, dotted the garden.It's a pity that in such a world, if wars break out one day, no matter how beautiful the flowers are, they won't be able to stop the roar of artillery fire.A prosperous courtyard cannot be turned into an iron wall to keep one side safe.

"Mr. Chen, sit down." Mingren closed his eyes slightly, and the sounds coming from his ears probably belonged to the recent demonstrations by foreign enemies that President Zheng Da solemnly protested. "I have business to discuss, and I have no time to accompany other things."

Sure enough, as Zheng Kewen said, Mingren would no longer allow himself to get close to Mingyi.It may be true that the eight characters are against each other, Chen Tianrong sometimes feels that since Mingyi met him on the day he returned to China, he has been in constant ups and downs. "Ah Yi's matter, I'm sorry, I made a mistake. I came this time just to remind Boss Ming of one thing. As for the rest, I am ashamed of the Ming family's affairs, and let Boss Ming handle it."

"Say."

Chen Tianrong took the coffee offered by the attendant, and the mellow and rich aroma penetrated into his nostrils, arousing the memories that were about to sink in his mind.He wanted to escape those beautiful things and forget the yearning in his heart, but he couldn't help but get confused in front of everything about him. "Before Ah Yi and I went to meet Yang Weihuo, we only told two people about our itinerary. Then, Yang Weihuo set up a plan and waited for the prey to take the bait."

"It doesn't need to be so cryptic." Although Mingren's response was lukewarm, the sharpness of his eyebrows revealed a bit scary. "Ayi told Qi Jin and me about this, do you doubt us?"

"No."

"Mr. Chen, our business can continue—for Boss Du's sake; I won't kill you—for Zheng Shao's sake."

The secret that was hidden more than ten years ago was dug out of the loess, exposed to the air, and quickly decayed to death.Chen Tianrong seemed to be witnessing such a death. He never thought that the past of the previous generation would be known.Not long ago, when Mingyi was lying beside him and telling the old things about Saipango, he thought about being honest.But after hesitating for a long time, he suppressed the impulse in his heart.

21 years ago, Chen Tianrong's father, a down-and-out scholar who was full of knowledge, resold his wife in order to take drugs.But that woman was destined to be rich and honored for half her life. She changed from a servant in the general's mansion to a concubine, and after giving birth to Lin'er for the general, she became a legitimate wife.And the general, who is proud of his official career, from the official to the president, holds the world in his hands.

The petals of the red roses placed on the white stone tables and stools are overshadowed by the dust, and the slightly curled withered yellow edges are like traces of charcoal fire.Ming Ren looked at the imprints left by the flames of war on the grass and trees. Such a pure and tiny life cannot escape the entanglements in the world, let alone being born as a human being?He is unwilling to mention the past, because every family has a past that he does not want to mention.but for living

In order to survive better, he has no choice.

"I've finished what I have to say. Since Boss Ming doesn't need to deal with it, I will take my leave." The remaining rationality forced Chen Tianrong to leave the Ming mansion calmly and calmly, and threw Mingren a nonchalant back.

But when he returned home, the familiar attic reminded him of the little guy who lived here temporarily.He knew how the little guy could endure such bullying with his girl-like temper.When the lights on the night shift were dimmed, the faintly flickering candlelight would flash a little guy's coquettish smile in front of his eyes.The intertwined and mixed thoughts made Chen Tianrong feel that he was sorry for Mingyi.

"Apologize?" An Qi took away the scattered wine bottles beside Chen Tianrong, and she specially prepared food and wine, knowing that he needed them.

Chen Tianrong shook his head, with a hint of guilt in his forced smile.He knew that he enjoyed An Qi's kindness and gentleness, but he never repaid her.

"You obviously care about it, but you can't apologize in a low voice? It's not seeking revenge and complaining, how can you be so big." She seemed to be teaching the young

Children, meticulous and considerate.

"That's the heart of the Ming family, so how can an apology solve it?" The pungent smell of alcohol poured into his lips and tongues. In ancient times, literati and poets were drunk to relieve their thousands of worries, and their love was broken. Feud?

An Qi broke Chen Tianrong's elbow, and lightly rested her chin on it, teasing with a hint of intimacy. "You! Apology can't solve the problem, but you can solve it without apologizing? If you have the ability to drink here, why don't you have the ability to go and see?" Sometimes, it's not good to be too considerate of others.Consummation of the world, but easy to hurt yourself.An Qi smiled, not knowing how much of the sadness in her heart would appear on her face.

"never mind."

"Obviously I care, but I don't dare to admit it!" An Qi took the drink and put it in her mouth, thinking about the years of acquaintance, has Chen Tianrong ever cared about him so much?She didn't dare to answer, so she pretended to persuade herself: I used to have it, but it's too old to forget it.

care?How much do you care?Afraid that he will be sad, afraid that he will be frightened, afraid that he will be hurt?Chen Tianrong didn't know how to care and how not to care.He enjoys the days when the little one is rambunctious by his side, even if the days change unexpectedly.But everyone should be attracted when they see such a little guy, and they can't help but fall into greed and cannot extricate themselves.

"A Fei let me tell you: Gu Qijin and Mingyi have known each other since they were young. Except for the time when the two went out to study, they are almost inseparable. He was originally from a wealthy family, and his sister is the mistress of the Ming Palace. Mingyi." An Qi was talking about this matter before thinking of the words Bai Zongfei asked herself to convey. "In my opinion, your guess is really inaccurate. He has a lot of money, so why are you so angry? How could you put down your figure and mix with such a beast in clothes?"

"I think too much."

"Some things, if you lose them, it will be difficult to find them back. Before the situation calms down, hurry up to accompany me."

Chen Tianrong stroked An Qi's soft hair, and the gentleness of his fingertips made him feel at ease. "Don't use the heart of a gentleman to speculate on the villain's tricks." He didn't know how An Qi managed to do it. In the world of feasting and debauchery, under the intricate entanglements of interests behind the scenes, she could still have the kindest heart. Hold everything.

"What do you want to do again? Don't mess around. Originally, you shouldn't take action in Wuhetang's affairs, but you are called to make troubles like this..." An Qi wanted to continue, but her lips and teeth were sealed by a gentle kiss, Babbling is indistinct.

Red candles are flickering, green tents are on the ground, a night of spring light, and a room is charming.

When I looked again, the sun was already rising, and the streets and alleys were full of hustle and bustle.

An Qi brushed her hair back and turned her head to look at the man beside her.She likes the man in front of her, even if she senses that his heart melts into other people.How can anyone take advantage of the world?She often comforts herself like this.She knew that even if she was as beautiful and beautiful as Ming Yi, she could not escape the tricks of human greed, and in the end she was not as good as ordinary people in the market.

She buttoned up her shirt and put on her makeup in front of the mirror.She struggled for a moment, but put down her lipstick. This kind of thing always reminded her of the job she didn't like.

At this moment, all she wants to do is organize what her lover needs for the day and bring back a newspaper that smells like ink.

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