"Think fast." The man didn't look back, but he opened his mouth, the voice was a little hoarse, more of a thing that shocked other people's souls, as for what this thing was, Zhao Kuang couldn't explain it clearly.

Zhao Kuang laughed, hurriedly followed, took out the cigarette case, thought about it again, put the cigarette back and said, "My name is Zhao Kuangran." ”

"Did the intruder call you?" Zhao Wufu glanced at Zhao Kuangchao and said lightly, giving Zhao Kuangchao a feeling that he would never be able to touch.

"It can be so, or it can't." Zhao Kuang tugged at the corners of his mouth and said, I don't know why, staying by this Zhao Wuyu's side so closely, I always felt that my body trembled involuntarily, and Zhao Kuangran knew that this was a deep taboo.

Zhao Wulan didn't speak, just glanced at Zhao Kuangchao twice, maybe the same as Zhao Kuangran, he was also thinking deeply, looking at Zhao Kuangran's far-fetched expression, and finally sighed and asked: "Seeing that you are not very old, if you have any ambitions, it is better to stop as soon as possible, this society, or this world, is not as simple as you imagined." ”

Zhao Kuang was stunned, his expression changed, and he became a little dignified, and then said: "I want very little, just a woman, Nanjing can help me, maybe only you are the only one who can help me." ”

"Women?" One word, Zhao Wuyu couldn't help but ask, why did he become like this now? But despite this, the word regret has not come to his mind once.

"Her name is Guo Hongzhu, you should have heard of it, the daughter of the Guo family." Zhao Kuangran finally threw out this best bargaining chip, and it was also the deadliest bargaining chip, because just one Guo character was enough for Zhao Wuwu to think about it.

"People from the Guo family?" Zhao Wuyu's expression changed, and he was slightly surprised, looking at Zhao Kuangchao with deep meaning, putting down the heavy plastic bag, and touching the scar on his cheek.

"Yes." Zhao Kuang said in a mess.

Zhao Wuyu was silent, as if he had fallen into endless recollection, and after a long time, it was not until Zhao Kuang was standing in a disorderly manner that Zhao Wuyu muttered: "It's fate, after so many years, there will still be such a stubble, it seems that I should have an understanding with this Guo family." ”

Zhao Kuang was stunned, because he didn't hear what Zhao Wuyu was doing.

Zhao Wuyu smiled slowly, looked at Zhao Kuanglan as if he was looking at a junior, stretched out his calloused hand, and patted Zhao Kuangran's shoulder.

The night in Nanjing was dragged on by the two of them indistinctly.

A nearby park is not a mountain or a river, but in this concrete city, it is already very interesting, the swing under the trees, the round pool, and the roaring street are completely different.

The cool breeze is blowing, making people more awake and not tired.

On the bench, Zhao Wuyu put down the heavy plastic bag, although Zhao Wuyu was a thin coat, his heart was surging hot.

There is a bright moon in the sky, and there is only one round, how many nights in Nanjing can see the moon, this is not what these people are concerned about, but despite this, the dark clouds will come sooner or later.

Zhao Wuyu took out a box of flattened Hongta Mountain, blocked the wind and smoked, and took a heavy breath, in this silent night, he was content without regrets, but whether he was really content or not, only he knew in his heart.

"Is it worth giving a life for a woman?" Zhao Wuyu and Zhao Kuangran looked at that moon together, and suddenly didn't know why he was sitting here, how many years, maybe he just wanted a few words.

"Is it worth it? I don't know, maybe it's not bad to regret it when I come back after a long time. Zhao Kuang smiled ugly, the face that didn't like fickleness kept changing his expression, no matter how he looked at it, he could see a trace of far-fetchedness.

Zhao Wuyu sighed and didn't say anything more, what made these two stupid men meet together.

"Twenty years ago, I also met such a woman who asked me to say this." Zhao Wuyu shook his head helplessly, he never thought that his life would be so dramatic.

"Who?" Zhao Kuang asked suspiciously, what makes a person think about it for twenty years will always shine.

"Her name is Guo Qingmei, a stupid woman." Meng Deng said lightly, but under his eyes, there are all the stories of love, and the story of displacement, who has never lived in life.

"What happened?" Zhao Kuang asked boldly, he never dreamed that he would come to such a step, listening to this Zhao Wuxuan.

"It's really abstract, how many lives did that farce take?" Zhao Wufu laughed self-deprecatingly, telling a story that might be touching, but not euphemistic.

A man and a woman, a family, the story is also twisted, the most helpless thing is that no matter how many people this man kills and how big the trouble is, this woman still died on the way to escape, maybe the moment she died, this woman had already gotten rid of the so-called Guo family.

The same wedding of interests, is it absurd, how abstract is it, and after so many years, how many people care?

Some things are not movies, but they are more movies than movies, Zhao Kuangran suddenly felt that he had become unreal, could it be that Zhao Wuyu treated him so much, because he was afraid that he would repeat his mistakes?

Zhao Kuang took out a Nanjing cigarette and smoked it hard, he still didn't taste the taste of the so-called cigarette, but with this smoke, the night seemed to have changed the taste, Zhao Wuyu around him was no longer so unattainable, Zhao Kuangran didn't know why he was like this, it may be that Zhao Wuyan's story made Zhao Kuangran very close to Zhao Wuyu.

After the story is told, the night is still so dark, perhaps because of this, people are so lonely.

"Zhao Kuangran, do you dare to go to Guo's house like this? For a woman, just for an explanation for herself. Zhao Wuyu looked at Zhao Kuangchao, the expression on his face was full of meaning, as if he was waiting for Zhao Kuangchao to do something important.

"Go, why don't you go." Zhao Kuangran, who had listened to the story for a long time, slowly stood up, stretched his waist, the bones on his body crackled, and Zhao Kuangran's voice seemed to be sighing, but more importantly, it was some relief.

"I might as well sue you, Guo family, there are more than three who can stop me, where do you want to snatch an important woman from the sky, it is as difficult as ascending to the sky, the strength of the Guo family is not only as fragile as you believe, it is better to tell you clearly, it is better to leave Nanjing." Zhao Wuyu looked at Zhao Kuangchao, although he was desperate, but the corners of his mouth were chuckling, people have changed and changed, but what about people's hearts? There is no doubt that it has always been here, has always been, and has never left.

"It doesn't matter, I don't know if you believe in my life or not, I have always believed it, but I often wonder whose hands my life is, after so much, I realized that my life has always been in my hands." Zhao Kuang turned his head to look at the mighty Zhao Wuyu, who was sitting mightily, with a less nervous face, and smiled, that smile was so ugly and abstract, rendering this sleepless night.

Maybe it's just a forced smile.

"Actually, for Guo Hongzhu, a woman, I have only met a few times, I know, or some stories related to me, and I was even forced to death by Guo Hongzhu. I have a daughter-in-law in Beijing, a fortune in Qingdao, and I am carrying things that I can't put down. Even now, I don't know why I came to Nanjing, just to give myself an explanation? It's a little ridiculous, but just like the moment I stepped into the threshold of the Gong family, I just figured it out, in order to have a clear conscience! Zhao Kuanglan finally smoked up the bitter cigarette, looking at the bright moon, whether he was redeeming Guo Hongzhu or himself, only Zhao Kuanglan himself understood.

Zhao Wuyu laughed, laughed, that strict face, no longer strict sù, the birthmark on the tip of the nose, the scar on the cheek, with the face moving, life regardless of a happy smile, how many times can there be?

"Why, do you want to accompany me to send me to death, Brother Zhao, whether this era is absurd or abstract, if we also follow the absurdity and abstraction, it will really be hopeless." Zhao Kuang blurted out a sentence Brother Zhao, I don't know why, I always feel that the middle-aged man next to me has begun to become very kind and kind, which may be the reason for the same story.

"Go, go." Zhao Wuyu waved his hand, leaving a question, but he was deeply sure that after twenty years, this man was also waiting for an opportunity to explain to himself, but no matter how things developed, there were only two choices, and it was better than spending the rest of his life stiffly.

On the dark night road, Zhao Wuyu left, this man who may be majestic or mighty also has the tenderness of smelling roses, and Zhao Kuangchao can feel it.

The mobile phone in his pocket rang, Gong San'er, who was waiting in a hurry at the hotel, Zhao Kuangran, who was alone just now, was relieved again, connected the phone, and told Gong San'er the shocking news.

Undoubtedly, Zhao Kuangran's aimless trip was at the right time, and sometimes Zhao Kuangran would think wildly, even if he didn't get Zhao Wulan's help, it seemed good to be able to listen to a story that was almost better than a qiē.

After a while, Gong San'er and Dayue came over vigorously, and Gong San'er gave Zhao Kuang a panda, and said in disbelief: "How did you submit this Zhao Wuyu?" ”

"Secret." Zhao Kuang threw Nanjing, which had only smoked one, to Gong San'er, and said mysteriously.

"I've sold it with my master, you won't mess up" Gong San'er took the cigarette, smoked heartlessly, and looked at Zhao Kuang Chao strangely.

That look Zhao Kuang was confused for a while before he reacted, and said with a wry smile: "Master, accept your extremely obscene thoughts, Zhao Wuyu and I are heroes of cooking wine." ”

Gong San'er had a disgusting expression of death, but he smiled from the bottom of his heart.