Ye Wenjian stood up violently, and at the same time, Zhang Jiatian also entered the door.

Zhang Jiatian is tall, and when he entered the door, he developed a habit of bending down slightly. After bending over, he straightened up again, he seemed to be a little taller, staring at Ye Wenjian condescendingly, he was not only tall, but also strong, with broad shoulders, thick arms and big slaps, and his face was still a clean and handsome face, but his face was not good, and his eyes showed a fierce light.

The house is such a small room, and there is only one door, Ye Wenjian took a step back, his thigh resting on the dresser, and there was no way back.

At this time, Zhang Jiatian asked him again: "Boy, what are you always hiding from me?"

"I didn't hide from you. He replied vaguely, and turned sideways to slip away from Zhang Jiatian, but as soon as Zhang Jiatian turned around, he blocked him again: "Why didn't you hide from you? Or are you a thief with a weak heart, afraid that I will clean you up?"

Ye Wenjian was full of disgust from the first time he saw Zhang Jiatian, and now when he heard him question himself like a thief, he also raised his face: "Why are you cleaning me up?"

"Why do you say I? You killed your sister, why do you say I am?"

"My sister has nothing to do with you! Whether my sister is dead or alive is my Ye family's business, and it is not your turn to care!"

Zhang Jiatian's eyes were red, and he squeezed out three words from his teeth: "You bastard!"

Ye Wenjian took another step back, this time his back pressed against the two doors of the cabinet. Glancing at the door, he planned an escape route in his heart, and then shot back at Zhang Jiatian: "My sister can take care of me, and my brother-in-law can also take care of me, but you are not qualified! You are less delusional, my sister is alive now, and she has lived."

A hundred years old, I won't marry you!"

Zhang Jiatian was angry: "What the fuck are you-"

Before he could finish speaking, Ye Wenjian turned around and was about to run out of the door, but Zhang Jiatian grabbed him by the collar with one hand and dragged him back stiffly: "I'll replace your sister today-"

He didn't finish saying this, because Ye Wenjian was shocked and reached out to grab it, and the first one grabbed the handle of the cabinet door and pulled a cabinet door open. The hardwood cabinet door happened to hit Zhang Jiatian and shook Zhang Jiatian, so Ye Wenjian grabbed a second handful and grabbed Zhang Jiatian's hand and pulled it open. He didn't look back and fled out, he didn't call for help, he just fled, and went straight to the third floor as soon as he slipped away.

Zhang Jiatian was hit on the head by the edge of the cabinet door, and it hurt a lot, and he had the heart to chase him out, but he didn't think it meant much-Ye Wenjian was already a definite bastard, and he couldn't beat him up if he beat him up. Besides, if you really beat him up, I'm sorry for Ye Chunhao. Rubbing his head and taking a few steps back, he sat on the dresser with long legs and a long leg. His eyes swept over the entire room, he was still indignant in his heart, and while secretly cursing Ye Wenjian, he looked at the rows of women's clothes in the cabinet.

The clothes are all half-new, light in color, and the style still retains traces of the modernity of previous years. He was stunned, because he could see it at a glance: this is Ye Chun's good thing.

Ye Chunhao is the person in his heart, he appreciates and pays attention to what she usually likes to wear and wear. After paying attention for a long time, he gained experience, and on her things, he could see her imprints at a glance. slowly

He stepped forward, stopped in front of the cabinet, and opened another door. The cabinet was dim and fragrant, the long and short clothes were standing with their hands down, neat, not old at all, not at all like a relic without the owner, as if Ye Chunhao would walk in from outside the door at any time, take off one and put it on, while fastening the buttons, he looked up and smiled at him.

Reaching out and stroking a short satin jacket, his hand was a little trembling, because this was her personal jacket, she was dead, she had been dead for more than a year, and he didn't dare to touch her things, and he was afraid of breaking her taboo. Next to the jacket was a long thin tweed coat, long and narrow, which matched her slender and tall figure. The palm of the hand fell on the shoulder of the coat, and the hanger stretched the shoulder out of a full shape, as if there was also a body inside. So his palm slid down the sleeve of his shirt, as if to hold the hand of the person in the clothes, to hold hands with her.

The palm of his hand slid to the end, and his movements stopped, and through a thin layer of tweed, he touched a small square that was half soft but not hard. The small square landed on the cuff, it was moving, and he took the sleeve and reached into it to touch it. The inside of his coat was a layer of soft silk, and through the silk, he could feel it more clearly, and he could even conclude that the small square was made of folded paper.

No matter what kind of clothes, there is no reason to hide paper in them. He touched the other sleeve, but there was nothing like it in the other sleeve, and he touched the placket and hem of the coat, but there was none. The wine had subsided slightly, and he became suspicious, and took his coat off the hanger, and spread it out on the dresser, only to see at a glance that there was a problem.

The coat is a haute clay tailor

How could a high-level tailor who was meticulously sewn leave such a string of thick stitches at the armpit seams of the inside? Ye Chunhao, such a meticulous person, would allow the tailor to fool himself like this?

He reached for the seam, and found that the stitch was not only thick and large, but also not sewn at all, and the thread was dragging on the outside, and he pulled it open with a slight tug.

"It's on the back seam. He said to himself in his heart that the drunkenness had completely dissipated, and somehow a chill grew on his back - what was sewn in the back, who sewed it?

It's still in this sleeve, hiding the small square of the paper stack.

The cold ran up his spine, making his hair stand on end. His hand slipped through the seam, and he reached into his sleeve until he reached the cuff. Took out the things in his sleeve, and this time he saw it clearly, it was Fang Sheng folded from a piece of letterhead, and the ink traces passed through the letter, and it was clearly written on it.

By this time, Zhang Jiatian had calmed down. Turning around and walking to close the door first, he sat down, lowered his head and carefully dismantled Fang Sheng. The letter paper was flattened, and he saw a sloppy and messy handwriting, which was Ye Chunhao's handwriting. At the beginning of the letter, Ye Chunhao wrote these two words: "Second brother".

His short hair stood up together - this was Ye Chunhao's letter to him!

After the "second brother", there was no usual greetings and greetings on the letter, but a series of dates: "In the early morning of May 2, Lei suddenly said that he had official business to go to Chahar and left me in Chengde. In the afternoon of the same day, Yu Tianzuo came......"

She wrote down everything that happened without reservation.

Writing to the end, Zhang Jiatian read

"I have no evidence, but as soon as Lei left, Yu came, and I can't believe it's all a coincidence." Now that I am in their hands, I don't know if I will live tomorrow. If I die, I dare not imagine what kind of rhetoric Ray will use to deceive you, so today I will record the suffering I have endured these days, and if God has mercy on you, it will be enough for you to see and know why I died. ”

The date of payment is May 2, the 18th year of the Republic of China.

After reading the letter once, he read it again. The past came up like water, one by one, and all the faces were clear to the point of horror. In the spring of the eighteenth year of the Republic of China, Lei Yiming did come to Tianjin suddenly, stayed for several days, and met him several times. He asked him at the time, why didn't Ye Chunhao come back. He said that she was arguing with Ye Wenjian, but there was no result of the quarrel, so he refused to come back.

Lei Yiming also told him at the time, saying that he planned to split up with Yu Tianzuo and defect to the camp of the Jiang coalition army, because Yu Tianzuo pressed him everywhere and blocked his future.

They want to split up, but they haven't split up yet, they have a commander-in-chief, a deputy commander-in-chief, and they are brothers, is Yu Tianzuo eating the bear's heart and leopard guts, and dares to rob his woman when Lei Yiming is far away? That's not a concubine who was bought back casually, that is Lei Yiming's wife, the mother of the eldest lady of the Lei family, even if she is divorced, her status is still there.

And it was Yu Tianzuo who personally went to Lei's house to rob it.

This is not something that normal people can do, unless Yu Tianzuo has Lei Yi

Ming's permission.

After May 2, Lei Yiming left Chengde and soon went to war with Yu Tianzuo, and soon after the war, Ye Chunhao died. She has to die, she doesn't die, what should Lei Yiming do? How can Lei Yiming rest assured? If she tells herself all the dirty and ugly things he has done, won't Lei Yiming just envelop herself for nothing and make him a filial son and grandson?

When Zhang Jiatian thought of this, he suddenly understood - no wonder Lei Yiming had the capital and guts to declare war on Yu Tianzuo, before that, how much did he sell Ye Chunhao to Yu Tianzuo?

The letter paper in his hand shook out the sound of brushing, and a hand so big and powerful couldn't hold a thin piece of paper. Slowly standing up, for a while, he felt that the world was spinning. Staggering forward, he opened the door and walked out, down the hallway, down the stairs, to the first floor, into the dining room.

The lights in the restaurant were brilliant, and Lei Yiming and Lin Zifeng were sitting at the table. Lei Yiming frowned slightly, spoke to Lin Zifeng, and suddenly saw him come back, so he raised his head and smiled: "Jiatian, where did you go?"

Zhang Jiatian stopped and looked at him. He had a good complexion today, his white hair was hidden in his black hair, and he was meticulously combed. The light was reflected in the wine in the glass and in his eyes, and he smiled slightly, a brilliant person.

Sighing softly, Zhang Jiatian thought: "All these years, ......"

Over the years, Rao has been a rough-skinned and thick-skinned reckless martial artist, but he was also bruised by Lei Yiming's open guns and hidden arrows. Thunder is poisonous, thunder is longitudinal

I took out my heart and gave it to him, and that heart was also a bloody poisonous heart, and it could still kill him.

How can there be such a person in the world?

Zhang Jiatian couldn't think clearly, so he didn't want to. Walking around the dining table, he walked up to Lei Yiming, handed him the letter in his hand, and didn't say a word. Lei Yiming glanced at him inexplicably, then took the letter and looked down.

Then, Zhang Jiatian saw Lei Yiming change color suddenly.

The red light on his face instantly faded to a blue and white color, Lei Yiming read the letter quickly, and then stood up suddenly, his voice changed tone: "Where did you find this letter?

Zhang Jiatian stared at him: "Really?"

Lei Yiming met his gaze, only to feel that the world was falling.

The hand holding the letter was raised, and subconsciously, he wanted to destroy the letter. But then he realized that it was too late, so he trembled and opened his mouth again: "There is a thing, I left Chengde with Chunhao after I knew it, and you know the rest of the story——"

Zhang Jiatian shook his head: "I don't know. I thought I knew, but now I find out that I don't. ”

He stared straight at Lei Yiming: "In front of you, I don't know anything." I'm just a fool, you sold Chunhao and killed it, I don't even know. ”

"I didn't! Chun Hao died in the air raid, there are witnesses, you can't wronged me like this!"

Zhang Jiatian exhaled lightly: "Killing people pays for your life, do you do it yourself, or wait for me to come?"

In disbelief, Lei Yiming's eyes widened: "Jiatian, today I have a birthday, you said this to me."

Besides, you have really wronged me, I can swear to God, if Chun Hao is really killed by me, I, I, I will not live tomorrow!"

Zhang Jiatian's face was expressionless, and he looked at him officially: "Today is your birthday, so I didn't have a gun on me." If I had a gun, you wouldn't have to choose, I'll make the decision for you. ”

"I didn't kill her! I repeat, I didn't kill her! You can't force me to admit anything you haven't done! I have gray hair for her, how could I kill her? When Chun Hao wrote this letter, he must have misunderstood me, but later the misunderstanding was solved, didn't we take a picture and send it to you?"

Zhang Jiatian looked at him angry and talking, and suddenly wanted to laugh - all these years, he and him, all these years.

He grabbed Lei Yiming's collar with both hands, lifted the man up and slammed him down. There was a frightened voice faintly sounding next to him, there was a gap between him and him, he couldn't hear clearly, and a pair of hands were in the way, trying to separate him from Lei Yiming, so he pushed to the side and pushed the hands and the person to a hundred and eight thousand miles away. Picking up Lei Yiming again, he still wanted to laugh, laughing at himself for not knowing what stupidity he was making all these years, and he was trying to exchange his heart with a devil. I am stupid, Ye Chun is also stupid, the big girl and the young man who came out of an alley, I don't know how to be so fateful, stupid enough to go together. The one with a small life is stupid all the way to death, and the one with a big life is still alive, living like a joke that makes him laugh himself.

He threw the thunder in his hand out again, and this time someone hugged him from behind. He sobered up a little and saw the thunder on the ground clearly,

I also saw blood dots dripping on the tablecloth. Someone spoke eagerly in his ear, telling him to "don't be impulsive", he turned his head and saw Lin Zifeng's face.

He sobered up a little more, and broke away from Lin Zifeng's arm with all his might, and he looked down at Lei Yiming again. Lei Yiming was already panting and crawling up, panting so hard that blood was flowing down his nose, and there were blood spots on his front placket and sleeves.

Sensing that Lin Zifeng was grabbing his arm again, he turned his head and said, "Old Lin, don't worry, he helped me before he stepped down, so I don't want his life today." In the future, I will cut him off, and I don't need to tell me if he is sick or dead in the future. I don't have anything to do with him anymore. ”

After saying this, he turned and walked away, walking very fast. Seeing this, Lei Yiming hurriedly chased all the way out. On the night of Christmas, it can be said that it was cold, and Lei Yiming plunged into the ice and snow, because he was so anxious that he didn't feel the cold. Zhang Jiatian's legs are long and big, he can't catch up no matter how he chases, he uses his heart-rending strength to call Jiatian, but what comes out is only a faint hoarse voice. By the time he rushed to the gate of the courtyard as if he had struggled for his life, Zhang Jiatian's car had already driven onto the street.