The goods in the western suburbs, Rong Zixiao didn't want Wu Yuzhen to go in person, but his mother had to go. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Rong Zixiao can understand her mother's feelings. It's not that she doesn't worry about her son, but she must do it herself for her father's final instructions, even if there is danger.

Rong Zixiao is worried about this. Originally, due to the barren land and steep terrain, SH Xixiao was rarely inhabited. At some point, it became a place where bandits were rampant and homeless people gathered, and it has always been quite peaceful. The government has sent people to govern the government several times, but they have all returned to no avail. Since the RB people called, Xixiao has become a concentration of refugees, and various crimes and gang fights have occurred repeatedly, and ordinary people are easily afraid to set foot in it.

The father should have had his own considerations when he put the goods there. In order to avoid the covetousness of the RB people and the government and the greedy gaze projected from some shadows, he must have struggled to find a safe balance in the most dangerous place.

It's just that the western suburbs are not a peaceful place after all, and this matter really can't be fanfare with more people, out of consideration for his mother's safety, Rong Zixiao set off with his own M1911 pistol, and the chamber was full of bullets.

He agreed with Rong Ziyi to gather outside the city in the evening. Rong Ziyi insisted on not letting him pick him up, and wanted to go elsewhere.

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At the same time, on Yuyuan Road, Rong Ziyi also took out a pistol from a beautifully packaged red velvet box. It was a silver pocket pistol. Thinking that this Browning automatic pistol was still a gift from Li Shiqun, Rong Ziyi smiled mockingly.

At this time, there was a sound of leisurely footsteps outside the door, and Rong Zizhong walked in. However, as soon as he entered, he slowed his pace and walked quickly to the floor-to-ceiling window of the living room, and looked out cautiously through the wall-like vines.

"How?" Rong Ziyi asked as he put on a long dark coat.

I've looked everywhere and it shouldn't be fine.

Rong Ziyi's hand that was buttoning the button paused and said, "I don't believe she will stop there." Even now that she's taken me off the spot, we can't take it lightly. If I'm guessing correctly, she'll start looking for a breakthrough from the people close to me, and you're already on her list. You have to be prepared. ”

Rong Zizhong nodded: I understand.

"That's good." Rong Ziyi was ready to go out. Rong Zizhong pushed the door: Take me there. I'm not at ease.

"You just stay here and wait for my news." Rong Ziyi's order was given categorically, without a trace of hesitation.

Rong Zizhong looked away under his forced gaze: Then you must be careful.

"Don't worry." Rong Ziyi smiled.

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The sun was setting in the west, dyeing the grassy earth a golden red.

Rong Zixiao traveled all the way to the west, out of the city, and sure enough, he saw Rong Ziyi waiting there on the side of the road.

Rong Ziyi saluted Wu Yuzhen first. Wu Yuzhen also bowed her head and returned the salute: "Is Ayi dressed a little thiner?" Now the weather is much cooler at night. Hurry up and get in the car to warm up. ”

Rong Ziyi smiled and thanked him, but did not move.

"Big brother didn't drive?" Rong Zixiao asked.

"Over there." Rong Ziyi pointed with his hand, Zixiao and Wu Yuzhen looked in the direction of his finger, but saw two bicycles lying on the ground beside the road.

Rong Ziyi said: "Your car is too conspicuous. Until things are settled, let's keep a low profile. ”

Rong Zixiao felt that the eldest brother was right. But when Wu Yuzhen saw that there were only two bicycles, her face sank: "Ayi, you are ......"

Rong Ziyi said respectfully: "After all, there is still a distance, and I am worried about my wife's body." Well, my wife is waiting in the car, and we won't be back in time. ”

Wu Yuzhen said: "I've already arrived here, are you still afraid of the rest of the way?" No matter what you say today, I will pass. This is what your father gave me, and I must see it done with my own eyes. If I don't have a car, I'm just walking there to get there. ”

Seeing that her attitude was so resolute, Rong Ziyi frowned slightly. He looked at Zixiao. Zixiao shook her head slightly, indicating that she couldn't do anything about it.

Rong Ziyi saw Wu Yuzhen again, today she was not wearing her usual cheongsam outfit, but she was neatly dressed in trousers and riding boots, and her long hair was tied into the hood, so she was obviously well prepared, so she had to say: "If my wife insists, then I and Zixiao will take turns to carry my wife." It's just that the road is uneven, and my wife is afraid that she will have to suffer some hardships. ”

The road was as Rong Ziyi said, rugged and winding, and gravel and debris were discarded everywhere. The original paved road, because no one has maintained it, has been dilapidated, and it can only be barely seen that it is a road. Wu Yuzhen sat on the back seat of the bicycle, only to be in pain. But she gritted her teeth and endured it, not saying a word.

It was getting dark, but the houses on the side of the road had almost no light coming out of the windows. Most of these houses are made of broken wood, bricks and thatch, and they are strangely shaped and unorganized, like models made by children. A gust of wind blew, and it seemed to shake a little. It seems that the people who live here just barely have an eaves to shelter from the rain. Occasionally, you can see neat brick houses and courtyards, but they are very rare. The poverty of the people here can be imagined.

And people who don't have a place to live are everywhere. Dragged with a mouth, ragged clothes, in groups of three or five. Yes, they just found a leeward place and built a fire, and on the fire was a broken clay pot that was not only picked up from somewhere, and in it there was porridge with no grains of grain. It was not yet completely dark, but some people had already leaned on a broken straw mat and lay there curled up, not knowing whether they were asleep or not.

Wu Yuzhen has not seen poor people, she has also come from a hard life since she was a child. But it was the first time she had seen such a large-scale scene of refugees. When I saw a little girl with bare feet and a bald head shaved due to sores on her head, picking up half-cooked potatoes from the fire, scalding straight but still about to send them to her mouth, and being slapped by the adults next to her, this scene couldn't help but make Wu Yuzhen's eyes red.

Rong Ziyi seemed to have eyes behind his back, and said softly: "Many of the refugees here are farmers from Jiangsu and Zhejiang. As a result of the fighting, houses were burned down and land was occupied. I thought I would be able to eat in a big city, but I didn't expect that it would be difficult to live here. The young and strong joined the gang, even if they were to kill people and set fires in order to survive, they were all willing. The old and infirm, but they can only beg for food. It can be seen that throughout the ages, the most difficult people are the common people. After a war, the people were displaced, the country was devastated, and in the final analysis, it was only the ambitions of the politicians who were satisfied. ”