[The Pretender Lou Cheng] Non-public Notes

Episode 3——Mr. Pan

This happened before Minglou and Mingcheng were about to retreat north.At this time, Minglou had already resigned from all his official positions, and secretly discussed with the top leaders of the party to withdraw northward with the army.

Mingcheng answered a phone call early in the morning, but the other party didn't say why he was here, but just said he wanted to talk to Minglou directly.Mingcheng probed for a few words, but the other party didn't reveal anything, so Mingcheng had no choice but to put down the phone and call Minglou who was sitting in the dining room having breakfast.

Ming Lou was also a little puzzled, guessing in his heart which important person it was, and after answering the phone, he first asked the other party's identity.

Mingcheng didn't know what the other party said, but Minglou's tone suddenly became respectful, which made him even more curious.

After a while, Minglou hung up the phone and ordered Mingcheng to prepare the car.

Mingcheng went to the closet and picked out a suit, handed it to Minglou, then turned around and continued to pick out a tie for Minglou, asking, "Where are you going?"

"Shanghai Hotel." Ming Lou replied, taking off the sweater he was wearing at home, "Mr. Pan is here."

Mingcheng nodded, took the sweater from Minglou's hand and folded it.

This Mr. Pan is indeed a big shot.Minglou will work in the intelligence system, which is the way Mr. Pan led.

Mingcheng knew this gentleman, but he did not know him personally.Those who engage in intelligence are all mysterious, and rarely meet people who know their identities.I haven't seen this Mr. Pan contact Minglou in these years, but now he somehow came to Shanghai and invited Minglou to talk about it.

Naturally, this invitation did not include Mingcheng.Mingcheng sat in the car, waiting in front of the hotel.

It took a long time to meet each other, until Mingcheng felt bored, only then did he see Minglou coming out of the hotel gate, walking straight to his seat, bending down and knocking on the car window with a smile.

Mingcheng also laughed, rolled down the window and asked, "Sir, do you want a ride?"

Minglou leaned on the window frame with his leather-gloved palm, tapped his fingers lightly, and subconsciously seduced Mingcheng's gaze. He tilted his head slightly, and brought his probe closer to Mingcheng, saying, "It depends. Where did the car go?"

Mingcheng got up slightly and leaned forward suddenly, his lips almost touched Minglou's chin, which looked like a kiss, but he just stretched out his hand to open the back door of the car, and then shrank back to the driver's seat.The car key inserted in the lock was turned by Mingcheng, and the car made a "rumbling" sound. He tilted his head to the rear, motioned Minglou to get on the car, and said with a smile, "Home."

"Just right." Minglou opened the car door, sat in, and said with the corners of his mouth raised, "We are like-minded."

The time to withdraw to the north is getting closer, but there is no change in the Ming mansion, but in fact, Mingcheng has already destroyed everything that might leave messages.They can't take anything away, and they can't let anyone see that they are "evacuating", just like the two of them went to a dance on weekdays, the difference is that they will never come back.

This Ming Mansion, which once held many grand banquets, seemed a little lonely for a while.

The day before his departure, Minglou seemed to be in the same place, but Mingcheng always felt that Minglou seemed to have something extremely worrying, but he couldn't produce any substantive evidence to ask Minglou. It's just a kind of intuition of his own, because he knows Minglou too well, it's as if his soul is connected.

It wasn't until that night when Minglou held Mingcheng in his arms that he slowly expressed what was on his mind—"After the north retreat, I will find a way to send you back to Paris."

At this time, Mingcheng had gone to see Duke Zhou in a daze, but when he heard the familiar voice, he just subconsciously hugged Minglou back and rubbed against him.This is a soothing gesture, as if he felt the uneasiness of the person next to his pillow in his sleep.But Mingcheng became completely sober after he realized the meaning of Minglou's words.He raised his head slightly, raised his eyebrows and looked at Minglou disapprovingly.

Undoubtedly, what worries Minglou these days is related to this.

Minglou will not send himself away easily, there must be something that Minglou knows the result but is hard to change.

Mingcheng's reaction didn't surprise Minglou either. He kissed the man in his arms lightly between the eyebrows, hesitated before explaining, "I'm still not at ease in my heart, and the various factions in the party have already started to move around. If you move, I'm afraid something will happen soon." Although Minglou said this, it was probably for the sake of Mingcheng's heart, and he seemed to have foreseen what was about to happen.

Mingcheng struggled for a while, wanting to say something else.

But Minglou hugged him tighter, blocking Mingcheng's words with gentle persuasion, "You go first, and arrange to pick me up in Paris, so I can go there."

If the vortex must swallow something, one person must be safe, and the other person will have a chance.This was a consensus he and Minglou had reached long ago.

Mingcheng's body tensed, and he pursed his lips silently. He didn't want to be the safe one, but under the current situation, the chance of Minglou getting out of this vortex was really slim.

"Just let me be the one waiting to be rescued, and I will live to wait for you to save me."

Minglou's scorching breath fell on Mingcheng's ears, Mingcheng turned his head as if he had been scalded, and buried himself in the soft pillow, but he didn't try to resist any more.It's just that the corners of his reddish eyes seem to be still talking. This is not my intention, but it is indeed the best arrangement.

Mingcheng disappeared on the way to the north, which naturally caused some people to turn red-eyed and question Minglou Mingcheng's whereabouts.

Ming Lou was still in a leisurely manner, and asked back, "He left, of course he got instructions from above, I'm still here, what are you in a hurry for?"

Mingcheng is someone very close to Minglou, of course they don't want to let it go, but Mingcheng's position is neither high nor low, which is a bit embarrassing. He directly takes orders from Minglou and Minglou's upline, and Minglou's upline, that gentleman , they naturally dare not bother.The northward retreat was a secret operation, and no big moves could be made. They sent several people to investigate Mingcheng's whereabouts, but they all failed.

A few days after Minglou arrived in Peiping, he heard that Mr. Pan had disappeared.

He thought that at the Shanghai restaurant that day, it was more like drinking with Mr. Pan than having a drink.After a few drinks, Mr. Pan became drunk, and said to Minglou with red eyes, "Most of those engaged in intelligence work will end badly, and neither will you and me."

Ming Lou's hand holding the goblet trembled, he raised his head and drank the red wine in the glass in one breath, and then spoke words of relief.

A high-ranking person like Mr. Pan disappeared, but the upper echelon didn't seem to know about it. Minglou knew in his heart that he was arrested.

Minglou had a hunch that this was just the beginning.

Sure enough, in more than half a year, news of several intelligence personnel "disappearing" came one after another.Minglou often feels palpitations and frequent headaches, always feeling that it will be his turn next.

But there is also good news. Mingcheng is going well in Paris, and Minglou's fake identity is almost ready. He also contacted the old principal who knew Minglou well and was recommended by him. Minglou can still use the new identity. Back to school to teach.

The news of the intelligence officer's arrest was blocked by the high-level officials, so Mingcheng still didn't know Minglou's current situation. Minglou only implicitly asked Mingcheng to do some things in the letter, but didn't say it explicitly, probably because he was worried that Mingcheng would be in trouble for a while. impulse.

And Mingcheng had already guessed that Minglou was surrounded by dangers. He asked several times in letters, but Minglou avoided talking about it.

Until one day, Mingcheng completely lost the letter from Minglou.