Zhuo Family Hospital.

In a simple tea room, a man and a woman sit across from each other.

"Jasmine, are you sure you want to go?" A middle-looking man looked at the unseen woman with a complicated expression.

The woman diǎn her head slightly, groping for a lifetime on the table, but only touching.

"You should also know the temper of the old lady of the Zhuo family, although Lian Hu did not show up when he died, he secretly lost a lot of temper, and even the two corpses were taken by his old man to feed the fish, it was really a liver fire, if he left the Zhuo family at this juncture, his old man would definitely not agree." The man said helplessly, his duty was just to guard this woman, and to protect this woman named Jasmine was actually secretly watching.

"He doesn't want me, just the baby in my womb." The woman said a little lonely, and that look can often touch a man's last nerve.

The man opened his mouth, a little speechless, in the face of such an incomparably strong woman, his set really had no effect at all, so he could only swallow his saliva and said: "I can only say to the old man, and I can't control the rest." "Actually, go and tell Zhuo Wenwu this, Jacky Wang has already taken a big risk, Zhuo Wenwu started a fire, but it can't be extinguished with a basin of water casually.

"Thank you." Jasmine finally picked up the cup and took a sip of some flower tea, there was no look on her face, just a hand gently caressing her belly, which already had signs of bulging, and there was a small life in it, which was about the inheritance of that man, and the only reason for Jasmine to live strongly.

Jacky Wang got up silently, knowing that this was a chore, but facing this poor woman who was lost and depressed all day long, Jacky Wang wanted to do something more or less, whether it was good or bad, it could be regarded as a comfort to his heart.

The marriage between the Zhao family and the Zhuo family is the top priority of the recent Zhuo family, after all, it is about two huge families, but Jacky Wang can smell a little other smell behind this festive scene, and I don't know if his nose is too smart, or an illusion.

Before I knew it, I arrived at Zhuo Wenwu's study, and recently Zhuo Wen ¥ dǐng¥diǎn¥ Xiao ¥ said, .≧. 》os_ (); Wu has been closed in the study, and since he left in the early morning of one day, Jacky Wang has not seen the irritable old man of the Zhuo family a few times, so the Zhuo family courtyard has been so harmonious these days.

The recent turntable, coupled with the return of the ghost, always gives Jacky Wang a feeling that something is going to happen, but Jacky Wang also knows that this qiē is not something that he, a pawn, is worried about, after all, this is the world of big people, and the lives of these little people are just accessories tied to interests.

Knocking on the door of the study, Jacky Wang took a deep breath, as if he was preparing for a battle.

"Come in." Zhuo Wenwu's voice came from the study, to be honest, this voice left a shadow on Jacky Wang for almost a lifetime, and it seemed that every time he heard this voice, he gave Jacky Wang a feeling of being poured cold water.

Jacky Wang tidied up his clothes, slowly pushed open the door, and in the not very bright study, he could vaguely see an old man sitting at a desk wearing reading glasses.

Jacky Wang cautiously stepped into this strict enough room, feeling that the air in this room was a little colder than the air outside.

"What's the matter?" Zhuo Wenwu just raised his head and glanced at Jacky Wang.

"Jasmine wants to leave." Jacky Wang said a little weakly, although he knew what kind of answer he would usher in, but he still asked without hesitation.

Zhuo Wenwu stopped the movement in his hand, and some round eyes stared at Jacky Wang like this, as if he wanted to stare at Jacky Wang's cold sweat.

"Turntable, the Zhuo family is hopeless today, and they were slapped in the face once, do you know?" Zhuo Wenwu said in an interrogative tone.

Jacky Wang is a little wooden.

"Zhuo Lianhu is dead, you know?"

Jacky Wang diǎn diǎn head again.

"Do you know the big things of the Zhuo family and the Zhao family?"

Jacky Wong is like a puppet, with a soulless diǎn head.

"The Reaper is back, do you know it?"

Jacky Wang is still repeating the action just now.

"Do you know how upset I am when these things are blocked?" Zhuo Wenwu slammed the table and got up, and yelled at Jacky Wang, as if he wanted to eat Jacky Wang alive.

"I know." Jacky Wang whispered.

"You know? You don't know! I asked you to guard that woman, not to make you sympathetic, let alone let you come to play dumb riddles to me, now get back to me, if that woman dares to leave the Zhuo family one step, your head will not stay on your head for a second longer. Zhuo Wenwu said angrily.

Jacky Wang fled away from the study, and when he stepped out, he found that the cold sweat had soaked him, in the face of such a master, Jacky Wang didn't even have the strength to escape, only desperately obedient. But how will you face that woman? Jacky Wang thought helplessly, maybe this errand was more than sending him to kill many people, what sword mountain, and what fire and sea disaster.

Jacky Wang also realized for the first time how to hit the nail on the head when a hero is sad about a woman.

In the study, Zhuo Wenwu, who had just been furious, sat down slowly, it was hard to imagine that this short-tempered rough man liked to stay in such an elegant place as the study.

Zhuo Wenwu helped his reading glasses, touched the Parker pen, and wrote a word on the empty paper.

White Dragon Chamber of Commerce, Xia Family, Zhuo Family, Zhao Family, Devil of Death.

In the face of these words, Zhuo Wenwu drew a line one by one, connecting them into a small relationship network, but under this relationship network, there is a huge Beijing.

Among the White Dragon Chamber of Commerce and the Xia family, Zhuo Wenwu drew the thickest line, which was the binding of interests.

Between the Zhao family and the life-seeking ghost, Zhuo Wenwu drew the same thick line, this is the enemy's enemy is a friend.

Instead, the Zhuo family was sandwiched between the forces on both sides.

Two thin lines, one connected to the Zhao family and the other connected to the Xia family, he didn't know the Zhao family's thoughts, and exchanged an abandoned son for a diǎndiǎn buffer, Zhuo Wenwu was also willing to sell a favor to the Zhao family. Undoubtedly, the Zhuo family is in the best state, once the two sides exchange fire, the Zhuo family has a reason not to participate in the war at all, but the Zhuo family is also the most disparity state, if he makes a wrong move in this chess, he can force the Zhuo family to death.

Looking at these lines, Zhuo Wenwu fell into deep thought, and scribbled out two names, one Zhuo Lianhu and one Jasmine, and wrote the word child in the center of the two, Zhuo Wenwu's face was particularly solemn.

Looking at these two names for a long time, in the center of the Zhao family and the Zhuo family, Zhuo Wenwu left a name again, Zhao Kuangchao, a pawn who is meaningless to the Zhao family, a little sad.

Gradually, this piece of paper was filled with names, and the further it was written, the more complicated the relationship network became, and perhaps even if this piece of paper was filled and everything in Zhuo Wenwu's mind was written, there would be no answer.

Dense, Zhuo Wenwu stopped his pen, looking at this paper with countless lines and countless names, he always felt that between black and white, he missed something, something very important.

But since it's the most important thing, why can't you remember it? Zhuo Wenwu leaned on the rattan chair, tried to remember, suddenly squinted slightly, picked up the pen again, and wrote two scribbled words in the only blank space on this paper.

Turntable.

In the collision of interests, in the extremely depressed grievances, in the painstaking heart, it seems that everyone is desperately trying to put together a puzzle, and the appearance of a new era is gradually emerging.

This qiē is not chosen by people, nor is it destined, it is this era, a new era is coming.

At the dawn of this new era, should we continue to hold on to what we think is a life-saving straw, or should we hand over our lives? Depends on most things.

In the end, Xia Wenwu slowly folded the piece of paper, carefully sandwiched it into an old book, and walked like this overnight, the first ray of light hit Zhuo Wenwu's face, and he seemed to be able to smell a hint of hope.

"When you're old, you shouldn't let go, it's time to let go, and it's time for this era to change." Zhuo Wenwu muttered, it seemed that he had seen a lot of things, but whether the rest of them had seen this era or not was a later story.

Those extremely important things, no matter how difficult it is for you to get it, you still have to let go in the end, this is life.

The verdant little Xing'an Mountains, Gong San'er bit the grass branches, and the drowsy little Sichuan behind Dayue on his back, even the children who are the best at jumping around on weekdays, in this endless deep mountains and old forests, have completely lost a trace of vitality, and lazily crawled on the incomparably wide back of Dayue.

For Dayue, although the wounds on his body have not completely healed, there is no problem in walking back and forth for more than ten miles with a small Sichuan with almost no weight on his back.

Gong San'er made a wait-and-see action, and finally saw the familiar stone wall, how to say that Gong San'er has been here more than once, and he is familiar with the road.

Sichuan opened some hazy sleepy eyes, looking at the village under the mountain, it seemed to be a little familiar, for some reason, maybe it was in that huge city to see too many things, on the train that I had never seen before, living in outrageously high buildings, so that Sichuan had a very strange sense of pride.

But that's just the first step.

"Sichuan, I saw that you were a little ant in this village before." Gong San'er pointed his fingers and said, as if he could become a city person.

Sichuan diǎn diǎn diǎn head, Dayue is tired enough to sleep diǎn Sichuan down, and he also looked at the isolated village with great feeling, thinking about the joys and sorrows of the people here, and inexplicably felt a little sad.