A different kind of Lou Chun - "The Pretender" colleague

Minglou rarely does inexplicable things.

He is too sensible, too calm.Most of the time, his every move, every word and deed has been carefully considered.Therefore, when he took the roses on the dining table as props and performed flower magic tricks for the girl he met in the cafe, he couldn't help but stare out the window in a daze.

What exactly is this doing?Is it really flustered to this extent?

Sending red roses on the birthday of his beloved girl in the name of magic tricks was one of his failed confessions in his youthful years.What kind of girl doesn't like roses and doesn't understand the meaning of sending roses?But his little girl who doesn't understand style is.Until now, he still clearly remembers his astonishment and frustration at that time, listening to her solemnly explain how unreasonable the world's flower-giving customs are: flowers should be allowed to grow in the soil, and they should be killed for a moment of beauty Life in bloom is simply sinful!Brother, don't you think so?She asked earnestly with her big black and white eyes flashing, and her two Qiushui pupils were so clear that there was no trace of impurity, which made him speechless.To embarrass her calm and conceited self without knowing it, only that silly girl back then could do it in this life.

As a result, he had to temporarily change the plan and gave her a tree planted in her yard.He thought, since the little girl hasn't awakened yet, it's time to wait.The seeds he planted will always take root and sprout.When it grows into a towering tree, she should understand.He didn't even tell her what kind of tree it was.This incident was later evaluated by her as: Senior brother is full of bad water.

So the magic tricks learned just for her were sealed away for more than ten years and never used again.It's been so long that I don't even remember it anymore, but when I'm about to see her again, I show it again to the foreign girl in front of me by mistake.

He didn't know why he did this at all, it seemed to be driven by subconscious instinct.Perhaps, it was the innocent and pure eyes of the girl in front of him that moved him.That kind of spotless cleanliness and purity, I'm afraid I can't find it in her again, right?

Minglou secretly sighed.

After being separated for eight years, and now there are less than five hours left to meet again, he can no longer tell what it feels like in his heart.

When he learned that Wang Tianfeng was sent to the Shanghai station, he also did something meaningless: under the pretext of studying the situation in Shanghai, he asked the lunatic to get him the photos and resumes of the heads of the Secret Service Headquarters, which was under preparation at the time.In fact, he could write a letter and directly ask her to send a recent photo.But for some reason, he wanted to go around this detour just to see what she looks like now.

But the candid photo that was sent to him repeatedly made him more entangled and painful.His little girl, the kindness and beauty that has been stubbornly imprinted in his mind and heart during the years of turbulent, scheming and conspiracy life, has lost the slightest appearance of the past.

What he saw was just a cruel and beautiful killing machine with heavy make-up, and his eyes were gloomy and cold.

He took this recent photo and compared it with the old photos of her spread across the desk, and stared blankly all night.At dawn, he gritted his teeth and finally threw them all into the burning fireplace.

Ah Cheng said that at the time he knew it but did not stop him from asking for the photos. He just wanted him to see clearly that she is no longer the girl he loved so much back then.Early disillusionment, early awakening, early rebirth, brother, you have stood alone for too long, and one day you will have to face reality.

Early disillusionment, early awakening, early rebirth, Ah Cheng is talking about himself, right?How could he not understand this kid's mind since he was a child!

As for him, he still couldn't believe it!That clean, healthy, kind, tolerant little girl, whom he could see at a glance; that progressive girl who hated autocracy/corruption and oppression, advocated human dignity, and pursued equality, freedom and justice, how could one day become For a traitor and a traitor who worked for a tiger?Even if he broke his promise and let her down, how could such a strong, self-reliant and independent girl completely lose her nature and become a devil just because she was hurt emotionally?This is simply unimaginable!This question has entangled him for too many years, and it was a feeling of tossing and turning all night long and unable to sleep at the thought of a splitting headache.

Perhaps, this question has no solution.

He burned all her photos and forced himself to put them down.They have separated too far, too far, and the best result is to forget each other.

It's just that he hasn't had a good night's sleep since then.

He would always be trapped in all kinds of nightmares, dreaming that she was chased and killed by lunatics all the way, and shot to death indiscriminately.

He didn't dare to ask, but he knew that her name would not be missing from the assassination list in Chongqing.In the style of a madman, one chance is enough.

This is the most secret fear in his heart that he never refuses to reveal.Even Ah Cheng didn't know that during those days, he was always preparing to bear the bad news with fear.

However, two years have passed, and everything is strangely peaceful.He almost wondered if the madman had changed his sex, and he didn't even try to attack once.

Until a traitor appeared in Shanghai, he was urgently ordered a month ago to replace the lunatic and return to Shanghai to lurk.

That night he thought he would suffer from insomnia again, never thinking that something worse had happened:

He dreamed that he had designed a huge trap to drive her into a corner without hesitation.

Finally, without hesitation, he raised his gun and shot at her, emptying all the bullets in the chamber.

In that chaotic but real dream, he just looked at her dead body lying on the cold concrete floor, his eyes closed until death.

His headaches suddenly worsened after that.

He was afraid to fall asleep, not even close his eyes.

He originally thought that since her treason was irreversible, anyone could do what was right, as long as it wasn't him.

But God is so cruel that he wants to destroy her with his own hands?

He even suspected that the damn lunatic didn't do anything because he deliberately tortured him and left her to himself to solve.

Every time he thinks of this, his whole body will be filled with qi and blood, and his chest will be blocked with hate, love, sorrow and sorrow, and he will be so suffocated that he can't breathe.

Near nostalgia timid.

On the plane, he uncontrollably called three glasses of the strongest Volga.

"Brother, the doctor said you can't drink such strong alcohol, it will make your headache worse." Ah Cheng couldn't help but stop him from the sidelines.

"It's okay." He said calmly, and drank the wine in his glass.

He actually pursed his lips and smiled at Ah Cheng, as calm as ever, with nothing unusual on his appearance.

"Brother!" Ah Cheng sighed, but said nothing more.

In fact, the more calm Minglou acted, as if the past was like smoke and he no longer cared about it, the more worried Ah Cheng became.He knew his elder brother too well, but he couldn't comfort him.

Another hour and the plane is about to land.

I wonder if the tree in her yard is still lush and green?

Acacia, also known as Acacia, is an evergreen tree.Produced in China Taiwan, Fujian, Guangdong, Guangxi, Yunnan; wild or cultivated.

At that time, I found it from the store after thousands of searches. The shopkeeper said repeatedly that he was not sure if it would grow well in Shanghai.

Minglou stared at the clouds and rain outside the window in a daze, recalling that year, he taught her to read Xin Qiji's Yulouchun:

Before the wind, I want to persuade Chun Guang to live, and Chun is on Fangcao Road in the south of the city.Flowers do not follow the flow of water, and drift mud on the flocs.

In the mirror, I feel that the stars are wrong, and people live up to Chunchun's conceit.Dreaming back to people is far away and worrying, only in the wind and rain of pear blossoms.

"Brother, should we deal with the documents first?"

"No. Get the car ready, I'm going out for a while."

"where to?"

"number 76."

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The setting of this fanart is: Before the Dead Time Project, it basically followed the plot of the original drama. From the Dead Time Project onwards, it will deviate from the original work. I hope someone likes it.Apologies in advance for limited time and slow updates.Welcome to exchange, thank you for joining us.

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