Song Yuzhang

Liu Chu has already taken off his disguise, and now he has changed his appearance greatly. He is skinny, but his eyes are surprisingly bright. There are distorted scars on his side from his forehead to his chin, which spread all the way to his neck and disappeared into his clothes. Inside, one can imagine how many invisible scars he still has on his body.

"Second Master Meng."

Even the voice became hoarse than before.

"That day, I accompanied the president to the pier by car. On the way, I suddenly met a robber. The robber was in the woods. After we fought, people from the 23rd Division rushed into the woods. I stayed in the car and guarded the president. Later the robbers came out of the forest, and after they came out, they were beaten to death by another group of people, and all our people were also beaten to death by that group of people."

"I wanted to get out of the car to negotiate with that group of people. When I opened the door, someone shot me." Liu Chu pointed to his left chest. die."

That shot was aimed at his heart, and the other party should be very confident that he must be dead, so he didn't go forward to fill up the shot.

But that shot also made Liu Chu faint on the spot.

The opponent was very close when he fired the gun, and the bullet passed directly through his left chest, but did not cause fatal injuries. He fell into the car, and the sound of the explosion in the car behind woke him up, and the burning door pressed against him. half of his body.

At that time, Liu Chu couldn't feel any pain, but felt a high fever burning from bone to blood. He almost instinctively struggled to crawl out. The one who came down climbed into another pair of forests.

Ever since he lost his parents, Liu Chu has been begging for life like a wild dog in the cracks. He was beaten like that by Shen Chengduo and survived. He had just lived a good life for a few days, how could he be willing to die?

Maybe it was because he really didn't deserve to die, because there was a herb growing in the forest that could be used to stop bleeding.

Liu Chu grabbed those herbs, chewed them into pieces and applied them to the wound, and just endured it.

He crawled in that forest for a day and a night, finally he climbed out of the forest and fell by a small river.

After that, Liu Chu was rescued by a passing merchant ship. The owner of the ship was a good man. Seeing that he was injured like this, he put him down in Shankang and sent him to the hospital for treatment.

Liu Chu sneaked away after staying in the hospital for a day.

He feels unsafe, as long as there are people, it is unsafe.

"The president must be surrounded by ghosts!"

Liu Chu's face was ruthless, and he said with strong hatred: "When they shot, they clearly avoided the president's car on purpose, they must have thought of capturing the president alive, how could the president die in the car! "

Meng Tingjing had always been certain that Song Yuzhang was still alive, but that was just his thoughts, inferences, guesses, intuition...without any real evidence, he just firmly believed that Song Yuzhang must be still alive.

When a person can only rely on such illusory things to believe, in fact, something big has happened.

At this time, when a "witness" like Liu Chu clearly and affirmed that Song Yuzhang was not dead in front of him, Meng Tingjing relaxed all over. Said: "Okay, very good." Meng Tingjing took a deep breath and continued: "What clues do you have for those people?"

Liu Chu said: "It should be the old people the president knows."

"Old man?"

Liu Chu said: "After he shot, I vaguely heard him say hello to his colleague, as if he said something like 'long time no see'... After that, I passed out."

After Liu Chu left the hospital, he has been wandering around, walking to Haizhou on foot, struggling on the edge of life and death several times on the way, but he survived, and walked for several months to the vicinity of Haizhou. Haizhou was wandering around, and he didn't dare to enter Haizhou, for fear of being ambushed or ambushed.

Haizhou is no longer safe, not only unsafe, but even dangerous.

Before he was sure of being able to survive, Liu Chu would not easily gamble with his own life. As long as he lived, Song Yuzhang still had hope of living.

He must bide his time.

The appearance of Liu Chuanzong finally made Liu Chu let go of his guard.

If Lao Liu wants his life, then die!

Thinking of this, Liu Chu fainted in front of Liu Chuanzong.

"Shen Chengduo must be unclean," Liu Chu said with gritted teeth and resentment every time he said a word. Although he was only guessing, he was different from Meng Tingjing in that he was stubborn and evil like a child, and he said firmly: "There is also Zhang Chang Shan, he also has ghosts!"

Meng Tingjing said calmly, "Your conclusion is consistent with mine."

The only problem is that "old man", who hasn't seen Song Yuzhang for a long time, who will it be?

Liu Chu and Liu Chuanzong sneaked in in disguise, they were both in a panic, Meng Tingjing asked someone to take the father and son down to rest, and asked the doctor in the mansion to see Liu Chu's injuries.

Liu Chu was supported and left.

Liu Chuanzong stayed behind.

Meng Tingjing asked: "Do you have anything else to say?"

Liu Chuanzong had been silent all this time, but at this moment he suddenly knelt down.

Meng Tingjing frowned and said, "Old Liu, what do you mean?"

Liu Chuanzong lowered his face, and said dumbly: "Xiao Chu is my life, please take care of me."

"Nonsense!" Meng Tingjing said, "You and Liu Chu are both from Yuzhang, so I will ignore you?"

Liu Chuanzong kowtowed, then stood up and left.

Meng Tingjing looked at his back as he left, feeling relieved and hated at the same time. After Song Yuzhang had been gone for so long, Liu Chuanzong only thought about this son who was not of his blood!

Liu Chuanzong was the life of Liu Chuanzong, and Song Yuzhang... He had no parents, and no real brothers. Meng Tingjing suddenly felt that Song Yuzhang was very pitiful, as pitiful as a child who was loved by no one. Everyone thought he was cute, but he If it's gone, it's just gone, who can take Song Yuzhang as his own life!

The twitching of the fingers of his left hand spread to his chest, Meng Ting held his chest quietly, a little breathless sadness, this sadness came after anger, it was too late, so it was particularly menacing.

Meng Tingjing clenched the fingers of his left hand against his chest, and Song Yuzhang's temperature, smell, and voice lingered around him all the time. Every night he couldn't sleep, he seemed to be still lying on the ground, tightly clutching an invisible Song Yuzhang who doesn't know life and death.

Meng Tingjing boarded the plane in Nancheng, and the plane arranged by Liao Tiandong saw Meng Tingjing off at the airport. Meng Tingjing saw his expression as if he was hesitant to speak, so she said with impatience: "Please trouble Director Liao."

Liao Tiandong glanced at him, twitched his tongue a few times in his mouth, and said dryly, "No trouble, no trouble."

As the plane took off, Liao Tiandong was blown backwards by the wind. His heart felt cold, and he felt that he had also got on the plane and was flying around in the misty clouds.

The letter is from Dongcheng.

The person who sent the letter was beyond Liao Tiandong's expectation, it was Xiao Yuxian!

At the beginning, he still called himself "Xiaotian". Liao Tiandong wondered who Xiaotian was. After reading it, Li Xiaotian cautiously added that he was Xiaoyuxian because he was afraid that Song Yuzhang would not remember his real name.

Liao Tiandong wanted Xiao Yuxian to send a letter to Song Yuzhang, oh, Xiao Yuxian went back to his hometown Yeyang, and didn't know that Song Yuzhang was dead.

Liao Tiandong didn't feel any anxiety about peeping at other people's letters, so he read it as a matter of course.

The following content scared him so much that he almost tore the letter paper.

Xiao Yuxian thanked Song Yuzhang's caravan for saving their group on the road. Although Song Yuzhang didn't show up, he was very grateful when he heard Song Yuzhang's voice, and because he concealed the experience of Haizhou's opera singing, it was inconvenient to thank him in person. , I can only write thanks, greet Song Yuzhang, ask him if everything is okay, and then some words of blessing.

After reading the letter, Liao Tiandong almost lost control of his heartbeat and blood pressure, so he hurried home, hysterical with the thin piece of paper.

He knew Xiao Yuxian's ability, although he didn't like to sing, but he was really an excellent talent in terms of talent, whether it was voice or hearing, they were all excellent, and he would never make a mistake in distinguishing a sound.

If Xiao Yuxian dared to say that the person in the car was Song Yuzhang, then the person in the car must be Song Yuzhang, and he would never be wrong!

Judging from the date on the letter, it was a matter of one or two months.

Song Yuzhang has been dead for more than four months, almost five months!

Either Xiao Yuxian saw a ghost in broad daylight, or... Song Yuzhang is still alive!

Liao Tiandong's chest was thumping wildly, his eyes were staring, and his tongue was almost numb.

Since Song Yuzhang is still alive and still has a caravan, then, that... Liao Tiandong thought about him and Zhang Changshan going around the vault, and Liu Chuanzong suddenly disappeared, and with Song Yuzhang's previous tricks, he suddenly wondered if Song Yuzhang cheated his death on purpose , What kind of tricks do you want to do?

While Liao Tiandong was terrified, his imagination began to grow infinitely.

Liao Tiandong was afraid after thinking that Song Yuzhang was a conspirator with many wisdom and close to monsters.

The letter became a hot potato in his hands, and Liao Tiandong didn't know who to talk to.

Let's find Zhang Changshan... Liao Tiandong can imagine how Zhang Changshan would be furious at him. Zhang Changshan's temper is always moody, and he has never been polite to him, and he is getting more and more rude. Liao Tiandong is worried about how to make a fortune. Get rid of Zhang Changshan, no, it's best not to talk to Zhang Changshan.

Liao Tiandong wanted to find Meng Tingjing again, but Meng Tingjing - not a good temper either!And it is getting more and more crazy, and there is only a decent shell left.

Liao Tiandong raised his eyes and looked into the distance. He couldn't find another person with status, grace and insight like him in the whole Haizhou. It was sad and lonely.

When Fu Mian entered the courtyard, Song Yuzhang was teaching Xiaofengxian to read and write. Xiaofengxian was no longer afraid of Fu Mian like a mouse seeing a cat.

Fu Mian reached out and picked up the book on Song Yuzhang's lap, smiled slightly, and said, "Is the book good?"

"not bad."

Fu Mian put the book back on his knees, Song Yuzhang grabbed the book, and with one leg up, he looked like a very relaxed hermit, a student-like hermit, interesting.

Fu Mian said: "Meng Tingjing came just now."

Song Yuzhang raised his eyes.

"It was just outside the door," Fu Mian said, "when he was about to enter, someone came from their house and called him back."

"It's such a pity, as long as he steps through this door later in the evening," Fu Mian took out the gun from his sleeve and raised the muzzle, "You are right, he is really tough."

Song Yuzhang grabbed the book, and said calmly: "Today the neighbor next door burned crabs, which are delicious, and I want to eat them too."

Fu Mian stared at Song Yuzhang without blinking, he suddenly smiled and said, "You are the only one who is greedy."

Fu Mian turned around and asked someone to buy crabs, asking for the biggest and fattest crabs.

Xiao Fengxian squatted next to Song Yuzhang, and found that Song Yuzhang's fingers pinched the book, making a small depression on the page, so he pulled Song Yuzhang's sleeve.

Song Yuzhang let go of his hand, and smiled back at him, "There are crabs to eat today."

In the evening, Meng Tingjing arrived in Nancheng.

He seldom comes to Nancheng. He has always been indifferent to politics. It is a vortex that cannibalize people. No matter who gets involved, it will not end well.

If a politician can survive until retirement, he is either a failed politician or an incompetent politician.

Meng Tingjing only made acquaintance with one politician in Nancheng. He rarely had any contacts with him, and his friendship was not deep, but it was true. When he was studying in England, he accidentally helped this person. The British guys are not pleasing to the eyes, because when he passed by, the British guys laughed at him for being thin.

Meng Tingjing beat those British guys to the ground, and the middle-aged man he rescued was astonished at him and invited him to join the army.

Meng Tingjing flatly refused, and secretly thought that if this person said another word of nonsense, even he would be beaten together.

The man didn't say any more, only left his name and said goodbye by fate in the future.

The relationship between the two was not deep, and they only met twice after returning to China. When Meng Huanzhang died, the other party sent a telegram to express his condolences.

"Xiao Meng—" Li Zifeng greeted this year-end friend with a smile on his face.

Meng Tingjing cupped his hands slightly, "Commander Li."

"Hey, don't be so unfamiliar," Li Zifeng patted Meng Tingjing's shoulder lightly, "Come on, the hotel is all set, I'll welcome you!"