Hu Meizi

One hundred and three.

Xie Tang never smoked.

He was standing outside the operating room, Sun Du's heavy windbreaker was in his hands, and it was all covered with blood.The scattered red is like petals, splashing everywhere on the clothes.

A pack of cigarettes fell out of Sun Du's pocket, and fell to the ground with a "click--".

Xie Tang picked it up, it was Sun Du's favorite women's cigarette during this time, slender, elegant and delicate.

He knew that this was once Sun Du's mother, Wu Moqing, who loved her the most.

The hospital is a private appointment hospital. When Xie Tang and his group came, they had already emptied out all the people on this floor. Bodyguards guarded every corner of this floor. Not a single fly could fly out or come in.

Xie Tang held the cigarette, and he looked at it expressionlessly.

Yan also looked at him.

After a while, he didn't put the cigarette back into Sun Du's jacket bag, but opened the cigarette case and took out a cigarette.

To smoke in the hospital, you have to go to the non-smoking area, but Xie Tang doesn't want to go to the non-smoking area.

So he didn't light the cigarette, but just put it to his mouth and bit the cigarette holder lightly.

He didn't understand cigarettes, and he didn't know the taste of cigarettes. He just bit the cigarette holder and didn't feel any special feeling.

But Xie Tang just felt that he had tasted the weak and subtle smell of smoke, which is different from Sun Du who lit a cigarette many times, but held it in his hand, watched it burn, and turned into ashes and shook it to the ground. resemblance.

Relying on the smoke, Sun Du felt that Wu Moqing was still by his side.

Xie Tang is probably like this, but what he feels is not Wu Moqing, but Sun Du.

The surrounding bodyguards looked solemn, and they didn't pay attention to Xie Tang's strange behavior standing at the door of the operating room. They were extremely vigilant, worried about another accident.

Suddenly hurried footsteps sounded above the cold and quiet hospital corridor, Xie Tang looked back expressionlessly.

"Sir, there is a gentleman surnamed Zhao who wants to come in, do you want to let him in?" One of the bodyguards who came to the gate, he stepped forward and asked,

Xie Tang didn't answer.

He put the cigarette he had bitten into the cigarette case, and put the case back into Sun Du's coat.

After doing this, he waved forward to the bodyguard, which meant to let him go.

The bodyguard understood it, lowered his head, and then trotted back.

Half of the walls of the hospital were covered with white tiles, reflecting distorted light and distorted figures on the bricks.Xie Tang stood in place, looking at the surgery door in front of him. His back was made up of these tiles one by one, making it long and narrow and chaotic.

After a while, Zhao Quan, who was busy in the world, was led up by several bodyguards.

"Xie Tang." Zhao Quan was tall and tall, but now he has a serious face, which makes him look a bit calm and prestige.

After he received the information about Xie Tanghengbao's private hospital, he hurried over, but he didn't expect that the worst thing happened to him.

Xie Tang turned around and nodded to Zhao Quan, "Mr. Zhao." He shouted.

"Is the one inside Sun Du?" Zhao Quan asked.

Xie Tang looked at him and said nothing, his expression was indifferent, as if he didn't hear Zhao Quan's question.

He didn't want to open his mouth to answer the question.

Zhao Quan understood it.

When Wu Moqing was lying in bed, his reaction was not too different from Xie Tang's.

Zhao Quan sat down on a chair beside him without a word.

A man in his 40s sat on the cold chair at the door of the operating room again, hunched over, and buried his face in his hands.

"Qianqian is gone, I can't take revenge," he rubbed his face vigorously, then raised his head in frustration, "Now, I can't even protect her son."

This man, who has been in the ups and downs of society for more than 40 years and wandered at the top of the pyramid, has a rare look of frustration on his face.

The pain of losing his wife never left him, it was just hidden deeper.

"What are you going to do?" Zhao Quan looked up at Xie Tang who was standing quietly, "If you don't want to, I can take Sun Du back to Zhao's house." He said.

Xie Tang looked at him, there was no emotion in his dark blue eyes, making it impossible to see any emotions in him.

Although he is more than 10 years older than Xie Tang, Zhao Quan must admit that he can't see through Xie Tang.I don't know if it's because of the different cultural background, Xie Tang lived in England before, his way of thinking and etiquette habits, for Zhao Quan, they are all unpredictable and unpredictable.

"The shooter hid his pistol in his underwear, and the bodyguards didn't find it," Xie Tang said. "He's already dead."

He looked at Zhao Quan without any expression.

There was no respect for the elders in his eyes, no sympathy for this frustrated man who lost his wife.

"I'm not you," he said.

Zhao Quan looked at him with a surprised expression.

Originally, he thought that the relationship between Sun Du and Xie Tang was nothing more than Sun Du's tricks, and that the two were the kind of love that could reach the highest point between lovers. Now it seems that the relationship between them seems to have surpassed that of lovers— —the category of this ambiguous and obscure relationship.

"Everyone should be responsible for their actions," Xie Tang said, speaking slowly, "They need to pay for their actions."

Unlike any vengeful person, Xie Tang has no violent anger, no cruelty, and no hatred.He was very quiet, with a calm expression, a low tone, and an unmelted frost in his eyes.

It made him appear not to be throwing harsh words, but to state a fact.

Zhao Quan looked deeply at Xie Tang, even though his attitude was calm now and he rarely had any extreme emotions, Zhao Quan still felt a sense of danger from such a Xie Tang.His danger lurks under the stillness, like magma rolling under the iceberg. When the climber thinks he has conquered the snow mountain and shouts at the top of the mountain, this magma will burst out suddenly, leaving no bones left.

"Forget it." Zhao Quan stared at Xie Tang, then sighed.

"It's all about you young people now," he said.

He might not have envied these young people.He was overwhelmed by the responsibilities on his shoulders, and he was a glamorous "experienced person" under the burden, which made him highly respected and restrained.

Xie Tang glanced at him, then turned back to look at the door of the operating room.

The initial silence returned to the corridor of the hospital.

It's night now, and the lights in the hospital are a bit gray, not warm. Under such bleak lights, people's mood will be calmer and more bleak, and it is easy to have miscellaneous and bad fantasies.

Zhao Quan wanted to smoke. He was an old smoker, and he wanted to smoke whenever he encountered any troubles.It's just that he looked up and saw the no-smoking sign on the wall, so he had to hold back.

He stared at Xie Tang standing tall and straight in front of him, who had been silent all the time, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

What kind of crime has this been done?

Before his thoughts could diverge, the lights in the operating room suddenly went out.

Under the watchful eyes of Xie Tang and Zhao Quan, a man with the appearance of a doctor came out. As soon as he stepped out of the operating room, he saw two rows of well-groomed strong men outside, brushing against him with a man standing and a sitting in front of him. Swiping over, I couldn't help being startled.

"This... this gentleman..." The doctor followed his intuition and began to talk to Xie Tang who was closest to him. He took off the mask, "The patient's bullet has been taken out, but because of the position of the bullet, I am worried about infection. Now It is still in a dangerous period, and we need to observe for a period of time."

"The patient may be in a coma for a while due to excessive blood loss and malnutrition," the doctor wiped his sweat. Although the gentleman in front of him had no expression on his face, he felt that the more he talked, the more pressure he felt.

He quickly added, "But this patient is young—er, he has a good physical foundation, a good foundation, and a strong sense of survival! There should be no major problems."

Xie Tang looked at the surgeon, and then hummed.

"It's been hard work," he said.

Zhao Quan, who was sitting on the side, turned his head to the side, wanting to see the situation in the operating room.He tilted his head, only to realize that Xie Tang's hand was holding a coat, and had been tightly clutching one side of the coat. The blue veins on it were clearly visible one by one.