Ten years after no return, the heavy snow covered the pure white Sanskrit singing. Memories go all the way to the north, to the north, singing the black Liaoyuan song and the white requiem. - Guo Jingming, "Phantom City"

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When they were full of wine and food, they dispersed. Zhang Xinjun walked slowly along the road, sobering up and sorting out his thoughts that had been tumbling all night.

Huang Cheng has no news, and I don't know if he has been entangled by a soul body? How do you get rid of your soul?

The door of the hotel was close in front of him, and Zhang Xinjun didn't think much about it. I was just about to step through the door, but I was knocked on.

"I'm sorry." The person who came was a man and a woman, and they spoke in a secretive way. hurriedly apologized, and rushed into the store before Zhang Xinjun.

Zhang Xinjun could see their cattiness at a glance.

The condition of this hostel is not too good. Come to think of it, this town is not big, no one comes to travel, and those who visit relatives and friends will stay at relatives' houses.

It's a good place to meet mandarin ducks, and I think this couple is here for a private meeting.

Zhang Xinjun followed them closely behind and pushed the door open. The front desk was empty, and there was no sign of the men and women just now, or the reception.

"I'm in a hurry." Zhang Xinjun pursed his mouth, with a hint of understanding.

His room was not far from the door, two steps away. entered the room, but Zhang Xinjun was stunned.

This is not a hotel room, but a study. A large wooden table, rattan chairs, and a large bookcase against the wall.

What caught Zhang Xinjun's attention was a pen holder on the table. This is a bamboo carved pen holder, which is brownish-red throughout. Smooth surface with a glow. On the outward side, a landscape is carved.

Zhang Xinjun knew that there was a poem engraved on the back. He unconsciously read out loud, "Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely see Nanshan." ”

He thought that everything about this place had been forgotten. After all, he's only come in once. But now I feel that everything is vivid, as if it was yesterday.

Zhang Xinjun involuntarily took a few steps forward and wanted to grab the pen holder, but heard a sound of footsteps behind him.

The footsteps were steady and steady, and Zhang Xinjun looked at the door with some fear.

A slender and clean hand pushed open the door, revealing a tall figure.

"Principal Qin!" Although he had expected it, Zhang Xinjun still opened his mouth in surprise.

As if he hadn't seen Zhang Xinjun, Principal Qin sat down at the table and began to read. Zhang Xinjun looked at Principal Qin with a complicated expression, and didn't speak for a long time.

There was a jumble of footsteps, and two men broke into the study.

The one who started had a small flat head, and his eyebrows were very arrogant, "Principal Qin!" ”

Although the words were respectful, the tone was very arrogant. It was Huang Cheng when he was young. Behind him is Zhang Xinjun when he was young.

The elderly Zhang Xinjun looked at himself who was dozens of years younger, and he had a lot of thoughts. The young Zhang Xinjun's eyes showed an anger that could not be concealed, maybe it was not that he couldn't cover it, but he disdained it.

Zhang Xinjun knew what would happen next, but he was completely powerless to stop it, so he could only close his eyes in vain.

Huang Cheng arrogantly demanded that Principal Qin close the school and give the school to them as their liaison office. President Qin was resolute and disagreed.

Huang Cheng came up angrily, and swept away the things on the table with a wave of his arm. Seeing this, Principal Qin quickly protected the pen holder on the table. He cherished the pen holder and carefully wiped it.

Originally, Huang Cheng didn't look at this pen holder, but Principal Qin's appearance of being a treasure attracted his attention.

"Yo! Is this something of value? Huang Cheng reached out to grab it. However, the pen holder was tightly grasped by Principal Qin, and Huang Cheng tried his best, but only dragged Principal Qin to stumble.

"Don't let me see it, I just want to see what is so precious?!" Huang Cheng came up fiercely, grabbed the pen holder with one hand, and pushed Principal Qin's chest with the other.

This was ruthless, and the pen holder was snatched into Huang Cheng's hand. He was just about to take a closer look, but he heard an exclamation next to him. But it was sent by Zhang Xinjun.

Although Zhang Xinjun followed Huang Cheng into the door, he did not approve of what Huang Cheng did. In his mind, Principal Qin is an upright person and a cultured person.

It can be said that Principal Qin is the kind of person he admires the most as a gangster. Because Principal Qin never despised Zhang Xinjun and accused him because of his confusion. On the contrary, out of the morality of the old neighbors, he often admonished.

Even if Zhang Xinjun did not change his ways, he still received this love in his heart.

Seeing Huang Cheng embarrassed Principal Qin, Zhang Xinjun felt a little unbearable. I tried to step forward to stop it several times, but I held back. What makes him a deputy in this team lies in his ruthlessness and Huang Cheng's trust in him.

Therefore, Zhang Xinjun hesitated and hesitated, but did not stop him.

It wasn't until Huang Cheng pushed Principal Qin and saw Principal Qin fall to the ground that he couldn't help but exclaim. Huang Cheng was shocked by his scream, and when he looked up, he saw that Principal Qin had fallen to the ground, and a pool of blood had fainted from the back of his head.

Huang Cheng pushed too hard, just so that the back of Principal Qin's head hit the edge of the windowsill behind him. The back of a person's head was originally a vulnerable place, and after a violent impact, Principal Qin fainted to the ground all of a sudden.

Huang Cheng saw a pool of blood and panicked. No matter how arrogant he is, no one has ever been killed under his hands. He stabbed Zhang Xinjun tremblingly and motioned for him to come forward and take a look.

Zhang Xinjun walked cautiously to the front, bent down and stretched out his finger to poke in front of Principal Qin's nose, then looked back at Huang Cheng with a shocked expression and shook his head.

Killed!

Huang Cheng was shocked and his face was like ashes. But then, he motioned for Zhang Xinjun to leave with him quickly. He wanted to surprise the team members this time, so he only called Zhang Xinjun to come quietly.

Now I'm glad that if I had left quickly, no one would have known that they had been here.

Zhang Xinjun cautiously bypassed the pool of blood and came to Huang Cheng's side.

The two of them walked out of the door in a panic and carefully closed the door of the study.

"Squeak! Bang! The elderly Zhang Xinjun and Principal Qin, who fell to the ground, were locked in the house together. He knew what was going to happen next.

As soon as the two young men walked to the gate, they met Xiao Ming, the son of Principal Qin. The daimyo Zhang Xinjun doesn't remember, but he only remembers that this is the old son of Principal Qin, who was only 7 years old or 8 years old that year.

Because I was born with dystocia, I was held for a long time, and my brain was deprived of oxygen, so I was a little sluggish compared to children of the same age.

"Stinky boy, don't tell anyone that we've been here. If you say it, I'll kill your whole family!" "Huang Cheng is now completely out of proportion because of what happened before, and he just blindly threatens children.

His fierce attitude and pale face made Xiao Ming cry all of a sudden. (To be continued.) )