The Ultimate Blue Seal

For a moment, Su Qing began to hate his vision, which was clearly beyond the average level. Su Chengde was about three meters away from him. This distance was enough for him to see every subtle expression on Su Chengde's face. The corners of his mouth and eyes were fleeting. As if trying to hide something desperately, as well as those small and complicated wrinkles that were affected.

He saw Su Chengde’s drooping eyebrows because of his old age, saw the traces of the years carved on it, looked at the khaki coat he was wearing, without a checked scarf around his neck, and a little shirt and vest exposed underneath. Corner.

So familiar and so strange.

The two of them looked at each other for a full five minutes. During this period, Su Chengde opened his mouth several times, but he could not say a word. His chest was undulating violently, and the light of the setting sun seemed to sting his eyes. Su Chengde suddenly closed his eyes tightly, as if he was hit hard by something, and took a step back slightly.

Su Qing straightened up and said "Dad", but only her lips were moving and she couldn't make a sound.

The elderly and successful businessman finally managed to suppress his emotions. He waved his hand slowly, then turned around silently, parked the car and locked it, paused, and beckoned Su lightly. Beckoning: "Come in and talk."

Su Qing's three-inch tongue seemed to be dumb, something stuck in his chest, and he could barely breathe.

He followed Su Chengde into the room, and the little nanny greeted him, and saw that Su Qing couldn't help but be stunned, his eyes swept across his face that had always been flooded with peach blossoms, and even the voice of his speech became a little lower. : "Uncle, you are back."

Su Chengde casually pointed to Su Qing with his hand: "This is my son. I will stay for dinner today. Go out and buy more vegetables."

Xiao Wu agreed. When passing by Su Qing, he couldn't help lowering his head slightly, and quickly changed his shoes and went out. In the big house, there were only two fathers and sons left.

Su Qing looked at this place and found that the furnishings in the room were the same as many years ago. Since that year, because of his mischief, the father and son fell out. After he moved out to the present, it has been nearly seven years. It's like a lifetime, it's really like a lifetime.

"Where have you been?" Xiao Wu left, and Su Chengde asked in a low voice. He just took off his coat and put it on the back of the sofa, but he didn't move his hand from the back of the sofa, his fingers gripped the sofa tightly. The grip was so tight that the hand seemed to tremble.

This question is too difficult to answer, and Su Qing was stunned for a while, but she didn't know where to start.

Su Chengde suddenly took a step forward, raised his hand and slapped Su Qing fiercely. This almost knocked him away. Su Qing was caught off guard. With a "bang" in his head, Su Chengde slapped him. Black hand, five finger prints immediately floated on his pale skin, Su Qing's ears were full of roar, he closed his eyes, and slowly reached out his hand to support the half of his face that was beaten, feeling hot afterwards. ...It hurts.

"How many years? Where did you go?" Su Chengde roared out. Su Qing almost heard a choked cry in his voice, "Ah? Where did you go?"

"Dad..." he whispered barely.

"Don't call my dad! I don't have your son!" Su Chengde's eyes were wide open, and his eyes were red like a burning soldering iron. He suddenly roared like a thunder, "You count yourself, how many years? How many years have you not even made a phone call, and you have not seen any ghosts? Even if you leave an address? Even if you don’t want to find me, leave an address with your group of friends, ah? Why are you so pitiful? My old man, let me know if you are dead or alive anyway?"

Su Qing closed his eyes and forgot where he had heard it. Why did the ancients say "the old tears flowed across"-because people's wrinkles were long horizontally. The muddy tears that flowed down were stuck in those deep wrinkles, as if they didn't even have the strength to roll. At a glance, it was as if someone stabbed him severely.

He felt cold on his face, he didn't know what to say, he just repeated: "I'm back, Dad...I'm back."

"Dad... I was wrong."

Su Chengde, who was almost hysterical, suddenly fell silent after hearing these words. He was stunned for a moment. He couldn't help but raised his head and looked at the chandelier on the ceiling with mixed emotions. He found that for many years-when he was angry, When I regret it, when I was looking for this child like crazy, what I was looking forward to and what I couldn’t say, in fact, they all added up, but only these three words. Su Qing preemptively said it and called him. Finally waited.

So his nose was sore and messed up, and the iron man who had been fighting for so many years in the society was so sentimental, he couldn't tell whether he wanted to cry or laugh.

However, Su Chengde finally didn't do anything-he was old and didn't have the strength.

Standing there stiffly for a long time, he slowly raised his hand and put his arms around Su Qing’s shoulders. This child didn’t know when he was taller than him, but Su Qing still looked like he was when he was very young. Retracted obediently into his arms.

This is the object of his adoration throughout his childhood, the object of hatred throughout his youth, and the man he most wants to see in his youth, but is hard to see.

He used to be a hero, a monster, and a dictator, but now, Su Qing discovered that he was just an ordinary old man, an ordinary father... nothing more.

Even if he went to the execution ground, he always had to give people a decapitation meal, and he unilaterally hung up Hu Bugui’s communication device. Su Qing knew that he was free this night, and he was more at ease than anyone else. , Because he has now discovered that there is actually nothing terrifying in this world. In Hu Bugui's words-the sky can't fall, it really falls and I carry it.

People who expect others to carry it are always unsteady, so they are afraid and uneasy.

Su Qing is very calm now: I can hold it, everyone is safe together, I can't hold it... Then I blame myself for being incapable, no wonder others, even after the flood, it will be after my death.

When Xiao Wu returned from buying vegetables, Su Qing had already taken off her coat and went into the kitchen. Then Su Chengde told her that she was on holiday and could move around freely, and she was not responsible for everything.

After calming down, Su Chengde felt that his son was different. It was not that he had changed, nor was he sensible. He would naturally become a little sensible when he was a few years older, but the temperament of his actions. Su Chengde leaned against the kitchen door and looked at Su Qing's back. He suddenly found that his son's back was particularly straight. When he lowered his head, his thin profile naturally revealed a certain degree of determination.

Especially his eyes have changed, he can't tell where it is, but he can feel that he has experienced a lot over the years...maybe others can't imagine.

"Dad, there is no chicken essence in the jar."

"It's in the cupboard, open a bag."

Su Qing replied and stretched out his hand to open the door of the small cabinet below. The wooden door touched his calf lightly, as if it had hit something. Su Chengde is now sensitive to anything related to Su Qing, and his eyes immediately Moved to the place where Su Qing's calf was close to his ankle, feeling that something was hidden in the slightly wider trouser legs, frowned, and couldn't help but ask: "Su Qing, what is that thing for you, how do you stuff it into the trouser leg? ?"

Su Qing's movement to serve food outside paused, and for a moment, he turned around and said, "I'll tell you later."

Then he handed the dish to Su Chengde: "You eat while it is hot, and I will make another one."

Su Chengde felt sour-this is his precious son who didn't even know the soy sauce bottle was poured.

He took what was in Su Qing's hand, and suddenly noticed that Su Qing had a lot of cocoons on his hand. The others couldn’t tell how they were polished out, but the thin cocoon on the palm and the part where the fingers and palm were connected, Su Qing Chengde knew that he had a small hair, and later joined the army, he had this kind of cocoon in his hand, it was a gun cocoon made by holding a gun.

Su Chengde suddenly raised his head and glanced at Su Qing. He suddenly understood what it felt like to be inexplicable in his body - it was a certain kind of powerful composure that was tempered through birth and death.

The father and son were sitting at the dinner table. This time there was finally only a set of empty utensils left on the table, talking babbledly-how are the years and health.

But it wasn't until the meal was finished that Su Qing stood up and picked up the tableware automatically. Su Chengde didn't realize that he had said so much for so long. This little **** just interjected a few words occasionally and turned to him every time. Turning off the topic, he went back to himself.

Good boy, have you become a fried dough stick?

It wasn't until Su Qing was sent to take a bath by him that Su Chengde got the opportunity to gently open Su Qing's coat on the sofa.

When Su Qing came out wiping his hair, he saw a pistol on the coffee table, his credentials and a small blade. His father was sitting on the sofa with a cigarette in his mouth, his face very solemn.

Su Qing didn't feel calm, anyway, sooner or later this matter was going to be a showdown. Not only was it going to be a showdown, but he had to find ways to get Su Chengde away, so he sat down opposite him.

Hu Bugui didn’t wait for Su Qing’s contactor to open again for a whole day. The other party simply turned off his mobile phone, but he was not particularly worried—since Tu Tutu has been taken out, it shows Su Qing. He knew it in his heart. From a selfish point of view, Hu Bugui even hoped that he would never come back for the rest of his life.

That night, Hu Bugui sent away all his teammates who wanted to say nothing. He should eat and sleep alone. It's no different-oh, except for the vacancy.

Early the next morning, the so-called "political trial" was ushered in.

The visitor was a freshman and told Hu Bugui bluntly that during the political trial, all the activities of the zero return team were terminated, and all personnel staying at the headquarters were on standby, and they were not allowed to go out at will. As for those who had already gone out, it did not matter to Hu Bugui. To his surprise, the other party did not ask too much.

His activity space was limited to a separate office and bedroom at two points and one line. He first noticed that there was no monitoring system in this room. The censor didn't embarrass him very much, but routinely asked some ambiguous questions, and gave him a bunch of materials for him to write.

On the first day of house arrest, Hu Bugui was writing materials. Two people were watching him. On the second day of house arrest, Hu Bugui was still writing materials. The two became one person. On the third day of house arrest, there were only more materials. Quite a few, the people who looked at him went from sitting there all day to occasionally coming in and taking a look.

Hu Bugui finally waited for this opportunity, and while no one was paying attention, he groped to the small locked cabinet under the simple desk, took out the key that General Xiong gave him, tried one by one, and when he tried the fourth one, Tell him to open it.