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Mingcheng had been in love once, a beautiful Jewish girl with blue eyes, and as soon as he saw him, he wanted to marry her as his wife.

But then she died, right in front of him.His blue eyes were like a bay of stagnant water, making him extremely sad.He asked everywhere who killed her, but no one could tell him exactly.

The police in Paris were always ambiguous. He investigated for many days without any results. It was not until he joined the Communist International that he accidentally learned that she was also a member of the Communist International. At that time, her identity was exposed and she was killed by the enemy.

So he went to Frunze without telling Ming Lou. After returning, he did several missions without incident, and he relaxed mentally. However, he was exposed by his elder brother in the mission of the cafe, and lost his job because of his negligence. comrades.

Locking himself in the room, he couldn't help wondering why he joined the red team, whether it was because of Susan's death, or just because of his pursuit of faith.

Then he figured it out.

He just wanted to make his own future not a dark one, but to make the future of the entire Chinese people a bright one.

But the appearance of Aunt Gui cast a cloud over his life.His hatred cannot be described in words, and he will not tell anyone about this past.He wasn't the kind of person who would gain sympathy by being pitiful, and with his current status, he didn't need the sympathy of others.

Obviously the person who tortured and murdered him was in the house, and he needed to go to Ming's house with the cheek to seek life under his nose, but he didn't feel the slightest pleasure, and he even felt so uncomfortable.

He didn't know who to talk to, so he sat in the car for a long time and lit a cigarette.

When Wang Manchun went to work on the third day of the Lunar New Year, the edema on his face had just disappeared.Her physique has always been like this, once she can't take care of herself, it will soon show on her face.

After receiving a thick pile of documents, she threw Secretary Yu out, and sat quietly behind the desk to review them.

The Friday morning newspaper was right in front of her. The headline said that on the 76th Liang Zhongchun killed thirteen people. As the title said, it was an out-and-out Black Friday.

But she is used to it. In this world, if you don't kill people, you will be killed. Who cares about your status, status, or high position? No burial place.

Maybe she should consider Mr. Wang's suggestion to go to work in the new government office, at least sit in the office building, she only sorts out the documents, so she won't be shot to death with excuses, right?

When Liang Zhongchun came up after the memorial ceremony, most of her stack of documents had been reviewed.

"Director Wang has nothing to say?" He didn't even knock on the door.

"I have nothing to say." Wang Manchun ignored his rudeness and didn't look up.

"The one who died was our brother No. 76!" Liang Zhongchun said angrily.

"I'm a straight-talking person. Do I have to say that the newspapers in the concession are right, that our No. 76 is a cowardly and incompetent place?" Wang Manchun said quickly, paused, and raised his head: "Or the two of us One, is he an incompetent person?"

"You see it through, huh?" Liang Zhongchun sneered angrily.

"Don't dare to say," Wang Manchun finished approving the last document, "It's because we didn't lead our troops well. Today is just the beginning."

Liang Zhongchun was taken aback by what she said: "Then...then tell me, what should we do?"

"Intensify the search, let everyone ensure their own safety first, and don't be heroic for a while, but end up being shot dead." Wang Manchun knocked the stack of documents on the table, and said loudly, "Secretary Yu!"

"Virgin." The secretary quickly appeared.

"Here's the document, and I'll send it to you. Make a cup of chrysanthemum tea for Director Liang and let him get angry." Wang Manchun capped the pen and took a sip of water unhurriedly.

Liang Zhongchun was sent out with a single sentence by her, and just about to defend herself, she was persuaded by Secretary Yu in a low voice: "Director Liang, let's go, as you know, Virgo is in a bad mood recently..."

"Woman..." Liang Zhongchun snorted.

At the beginning of the new year, there were frequent accidents on the 76th, causing people to panic. Only Wang Manchun's fearless appearance attracted many people to discuss whether Director Wang was stimulated by her uncle's incident.

Wang Manchun didn't know what they were talking about. To her, Wang Fuqu's death just made Wang's mansion lose one person, and now it has become what it was back then. She lives alone in a big empty house with a love. Here, like a lonely ghost.

Today, however, a visitor came to Wang's mansion.

It's Mingcheng.

He was alone, with a gift in his hand, standing outside the door with a smile on his face.

"Ah Cheng?" Ah Qing was a little surprised.

"Yes." He handed the gift in his right hand to Ah Qing, "Happy New Year."

Ah Qing was flattered.

"Is Miss Manchun here?"

"Yes, yes, I'll call her for you." Ah Qing hugged her things tightly, ran upstairs and knocked on Wang Manchun's door, "Miss, Ah Cheng is here!"

Mingcheng sat on the sofa in the living room by himself. He knew Manchun's habit of always tidying up when he saw people.So his gaze involuntarily turned to the painting in the hall.

It was still the landscape and countryside he had seen when he first returned to China.He suddenly wanted to paint her a better painting than the one in Ming's living room.He knew that perhaps what Man Chun needed most now was a painting.

Wang Manchun came down from upstairs slowly, her face was a little tired, she didn't get a good rest in the past few days during the New Year, there were people visiting and mourning at home, and people were panicking on the 76th, so she couldn't be quiet for a minute.

Then she saw Ah Cheng who was also tired.

He smiled at her and raised his left hand holding the gift to her.

"What gift do you bring here?" She smiled back feebly, "Ah Qing, help me take it."

"It's for you." Ah Cheng interrupted her.

She was a little surprised, but Ah Cheng was very calm: "I want you to open it yourself."

"Children's temper." She reached out to take it, "Okay, I'll go back to my room and have a look."

"I hope you like it." Ah Cheng said.

"Brother sent it?" She raised her eyebrows, "Then I have to think about it."

"I gave it to you." Ah Cheng said, "You will like it."

Wang Manchun was at a loss for words for a moment: "You'll only know after you've seen it."

Ah Cheng showed a smile of winning.

Ah Qing brought two cups of tea, but was stopped by Ah Cheng: "Exchange a glass of milk for Miss, she has not had a good rest recently, so don't give her tea."

"But Miss..."

"It's what I want to drink," Wang Manchun put the gift on the coffee table: "I need to be absolutely sober."

"But you are not sober at all." Ah Cheng said, "Sometimes, enough rest can make people stay sober enough, and abusing yourself can't make people think about one thing."

Wang Manchun raised his eyebrows.

"I agree with Ah Cheng." Ah Qing immediately took back the teacup, and interjected, "Miss doesn't take care of herself, and I can't say anything. Finally, someone can take care of you." She laughed and brought another milk from the kitchen.

Wang Manchun pouted angrily, stretched out his hand to take the milk and drank it up, then showed the cup to Ah Cheng: "Here, are you on business?"

Ah Cheng couldn't help laughing: "Well, it's very good and deserves encouragement."

Ah Qing had long gone, only Wang Manchun could hear Ah Cheng's words, and she became a little doting in her ears.

The air was glued together, causing her to cough involuntarily: "Brother, how are you?"

"He's fine." Ah Cheng didn't even frown, with a smile on his face.

"He is so busy, why would he ask you to come and see me?" Wang Manchun asked, "I saw the Ming family's car that day, and I thought... that must not be him."

Ah Cheng lowered his eyes and looked at the teacup in front of him: "It's me."

This was her expected answer.

"Afraid of me committing suicide? I'm not that fragile yet." Wang Manchun smiled wryly, "After so many years, don't you know my temper?"

"No, I'm afraid that Nantian will cause trouble for you." Ah Cheng raised his eyes to look at her, "But judging by your current appearance, you must have reached an agreement."

"There are always so many people who think that I am a person who can easily lose control," Wang Manchun said, "Nan Tian is one of them."

"I know you are not." Ah Cheng said, "So, you want to cooperate?"

"Why not?" Wang Manchun asked back.

"No, this is your freedom." Ah Cheng replied, and then stood up, "I just want to tell you that no one in this world cares about other people's life and death, everyone will become someone else's pawn, and the end of the pawn , will always end up being shot down.”

Wang Manchun looked up at him and didn't speak for a while.

Ah Cheng walked around behind the sofa and took his coat: "It's getting late, I have to go back first."

"Are you here to persuade me not to cooperate with Nantian?" Wang Manchun slightly relaxed and leaned on the back of the sofa and asked. The milk has worked, and she is a little sleepy now.

"Actually, I made a detour, and there is one more thing I want to tell you." Ah Cheng stood at the door and said, "Do you remember the story I told you?"

"Your... adoptive mother?"

"Yes," Ah Cheng snorted, "She has come to join me."

"You took her in." Wang Manchun said.

Ah Cheng frowned: "You know?"

"I guessed it." Wang Manchun said, "Otherwise you wouldn't have told me specifically."

"Ah Cheng," she said, "Sometimes, there is no need to be so kind. Like you said, who in this world cares about other people's lives?"

"I will." Ah Cheng said, he put on his scarf and buttoned his coat, "No matter when it comes, I will care." He blinked and smiled at her: "Because I can't lose any more. "

Then he opened the door and walked out into the twilight.

Sitting on the sofa, Wang Manchun looked at the cup of tea that Ah Cheng had not touched for a long time.

She reached out and opened the present.

It is a bouquet of roses, fiery red, which warms the whole body in the cold night.There is also a small box below, and there is a pair of earrings, and the ruby ​​is very beautifully set.

She slowly gave a bitter smile.

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