Chapter 244: Inquiries (1)

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Chen Ming stared at Yan Caiwu and Lao Bu Along with great interest, this scene, this excitement, it is really like watching a martial arts movie, the key is that this Lao Bu Along is shameless, a set of Wang Baquan is like two electric fans on his shoulders, spinning rapidly, and Yan Caiwu is simply embarrassed.

I've never seen a fight like this.

Yan Caiwu couldn't cry or laugh in his heart, how could you play like this?

It seems that it will take a while to get results, Chen Gongzi can't wait any longer, he stretched out his hand and shook it in front of the slender spirit's eyes, and shifted the attention of the slender spirit to his side, Chen Gongzi said with a smile: "Slender spirit boss, you can help me watch a little here, after all, this is your field, this old Bu Along is also your person, you know what to do with yourself." Since you lost the bet to me, you have to be willing to accept the bet and lose, you say yes. I'll leave for a while and go make a phone call. ”

After speaking, Chen Gongzi really stood up, set up the stool, took out his mobile phone and dialed a number, put one hand in his trouser pocket, and ran downstairs with a slump and walked to the crowded street.

This number, Chen Ming rarely dials.

Even though it has been quietly stored in Chen Ming's mobile phone for many years.

If you really go through Chen Gongzi's dialing record, then the last time you dialed this number, it is estimated that it was more than half a year ago, and at this time, Chen Gongzi dialed this number, and he also had a deep meaning in his heart.

The phone was quickly connected, and a deep, magnetic voice rang lazily inside the phone.

"Hey. ”

Chen Ming closed his eyes, took a heavy breath, calmed the uneasy emotions in his chest, and shouted in a low voice,

"Dad. ”

There seemed to be some surprise on the other end of the phone, but his voice was still calm and vicissitudes, and after a slight smile, he said, "What's the matter?

"No," Chen Ming's eyes revealed a little stubbornness, even with some anger, he paused, and continued: "It's like telling your dad that you're safe." I'm afraid you will see the news of my death in the newspaper, and I really believe it. ”

Chen Ming remained silent, a vast white mist in his eyes, silent, calm, almost blank emotion, which made his eyes at this moment in stark contrast to the hurried passers-by around him.

Chen Gongzi doesn't have to worry about being exposed at the moment, the human skin mask on his head is an improved version of the slender spirit again, which enhances the breathability and simulation, and now with even more fake and real, the dead person named Huang Shiyuan is now another identity of Chen Gongzi in Anhui.

"Rabbit cub is less stubborn with me, Jiang Chengyou has already told me the news, if I really knew that you died in Anhui, Lao Tzu would have taken you Uncle Zhu Jian back to kill, if I don't kill Ji Chenghua, that old thing, I won't be surnamed Chen." Chen Changsheng's words were full of ruthlessness, but his tone always remained indifferent and steady, and his emotions were so calm that he was outrageous.

"Dad," Chen Ming's hair hung down slightly, covering his eyebrows, but from the gap in his hair, there was a faint light in his eyes, and after this "Dad" finished shouting, Chen Gongzi did not speak again

Speechless.

The voice on the phone calmed down instantly.

Both of them don't say much, because the father and son have an innate tacit understanding, and they don't need too many words, a tone word, and a silence are enough to convey what the two need to convey in place.

"It's because of my mother, right?" Chen Ming closed his eyes, there was a moment of trance in his eyes, he knew that the man on the other end of the phone, the man whose eyes were used to seeing the ups and downs of honor and disgrace, the rise and fall of existence, still did not have the courage to open the room where the woman was alive.

The woman who gave Chen Ming life.

Chen Changsheng has always been reluctant to mention more.

Chen Changsheng on the other end of the phone was slightly stunned, suddenly as if he had aged dozens of years, his eyes were so vicissitudes that he felt desperate, and after he said "um" in a deep voice, he fell into silence like mountains and seas again.

is like a feeling, sinking into the vast and boundless sea.

Chen Changsheng shook his head, laughed self-deprecatingly, and said, "This may be the theorem of our old Chen family, the reincarnation of the Heavenly Dao, and the retribution is unpleasant." My father's brother, my uncle, was almost the same age as me, and he lost the most important woman in his life. Since then, the uncle has often muttered a sentence in his mouth, and now I seem to have forgotten the approximation, but there are a few rare sentences from the Book of Poetry......"

"The leaves are pale, and the white dew is frost ......"

Chen Ming didn't know that Weishenme Chen Changsheng would mention his uncle, but from his vicissitudes to some trance-like words, Chen Ming also heard some emotions as vast as a mountain and as deep as the sea.

What kind of twists and turns did the woman who once promised to accompany her man to see the picturesque country have a twists and turns, a tragic and resolute life? To this day, that man is embarrassed, and he does not even dare to easily recall the past events of that year, for fear that he will sink into that tragic and desperate memory again.

Chen Ming only vaguely remembered that in his childhood, his father Chen Changsheng kept chanting:

The green hills are snow-white.

The green plum withered, the bamboo horse grew old,

From now on, the people I fell in love with were very similar to you.