Dongshan Province, a small city in Ningxi.

Compared with the birthplaces of so many prosperous leaders, there seems to be nothing to commemorate Su Fuhua here, no memorial, no autographed inscriptions, and no slogans.

Ningxi is still the same Ningxi, it doesn't look advanced, but it's peaceful enough.

When Wang Zheng's car drove into the small city of Ningxi at high speed, at another high-speed exit of the small town, two cars with capital license plates also came fiercely.

Wang Zheng knew that the news would definitely leak, but he was not in the mood to care about how and at what time the news leaked out, the Su family had worked hard in Huaxia for so many years, and naturally there were many unexpected chess pieces and means, and it was not a problem to set up this bit of news at all.

Wang Zheng didn't know how many cars were coming from all directions, and He Yan had already asked the people from the local branch to set up layers of checkpoints on the way to the small town in Ningxi, but there were still fish that slipped through the net.

The closer the car got to its destination, the more excited Feng Changming's heart became, and his hands had begun to tremble uncontrollably, which was a manifestation of intense inner activity.

In the past few days, Feng Changming still hasn't completely come back to his senses, most of his life is almost a joke, living in lies and deception, the tampered memories have made him a fool for decades, and the truth that has been obliterated in time seems to make people feel so incredible.

When the car they were riding in drove to the outskirts of Ningxi City, Feng Changming was already excited and couldn't help himself, because he felt extremely familiar.

The environment was clearly engraved with the memory in his mind.

There is a small village on the outskirts, the jagged houses stand lonely on a large empty field, Feng Changming pointed to a few dilapidated bungalows that can no longer be dilapidated, and said in a trembling voice: "That's it!" ”

When he said this, Feng Changming's tears had already filled his eyes, where was he still half a point of "Pingjiang District Carrying the Handle" at this time?

Feng Changming had already left home when he was a teenager, and since he left, his memories had been forcibly modified.

Therefore, in the next few decades, living in Feng Changming's memory has always been another "mother", and it is precisely because he has not remembered it for so many years, when the memory imprisonment is broken, Feng Changming suddenly remembers the appearance of his biological mother, and he will feel very strange.

However, such a strangeness is no match for flesh and blood.

Wang Zheng squinted his eyes, the house looked like it should have been built thirty or forty years ago, at that time, this kind of blue brick wall was still very rare, and to be able to live in this kind of house, all of them were people with solid backgrounds. It's just that the years have passed, and the wind and rain have eroded, making this once noble blue brick wall dilapidated and decaying.

For decades, no matter how hard things are, there will be rotting, so what about people's hearts?

When he left home, he returned to his hometown, and his hometown accent did not change, and his sideburns declined.

Feng Changming got out of the car and walked step by step towards the dilapidated courtyard, his pace was extremely slow, and his feet seemed to be extremely heavy.

Looking at that figure, Wang Zheng sighed softly.

Now he began to feel that it didn't seem to be such a cruel thing to do this, after all, Feng Changming at this time was also about to find his original thing.

An old lady with white hair was sitting in the shade of a dilapidated courtyard, and time had left deep marks on her face, but even if her face was full of wrinkles, even if her skin was saggy, Wang Zheng could still vaguely see from her face how amazing this face once was.

Who can guarantee that the heart will not change, and look at the vicissitudes of life with a smile. Don't cry, don't cry and say to me, there is no such thing as an ageless face.

Feng Changming stood in front of the old lady, his eyes closed, tears on his face.

The old lady seemed to sense that someone was coming, she opened her eyes with some difficulty, looked at Feng Changming, and her already cloudy eyes began to gradually become clearer.

Feng Changming, whose face was full of tears, directly bent his knees and fell to the ground, unable to kneel for a long time.

At this moment, Wang Zheng suddenly felt a lot of emotion.

Then, he turned around decisively and firmly, leaving this small courtyard to this team of mothers and sons.

After walking out, Wang Zheng looked up at the blue sky and white clouds on the outskirts of Ningxi, and took a deep breath, which was very fresh and melancholy.

After five minutes of silence, Wang Zheng took out his mobile phone and dialed He Yan's number.

"You don't think about who she is." Wang Zheng recalled the face that had experienced the vicissitudes of life, and took a deep breath again: "The national goddess of the sixties, Jiang Pingmin. ”

He Yan was on the other end of the phone and was silent for a long time.

Obviously, he was also shocked by the news.

The dust of history will always bury too many things, so that so many beautiful people in the past will pass away with the wind.

"I suddenly felt that this was a bit cruel to them." Wang Zheng looked up at the sky, and the white clouds were blooming.

"Why? At this time, why are you holding back? He Yan knew that Wang Zheng was a person who could do anything to achieve his goals, but now Wang Zheng made him feel a little strange, of course, this strangeness did not make him feel disgusted.

"Everyone has their own right to privacy." Wang Zheng glanced back at the small courtyard with a complicated expression: "It's not easy for them. ”

He Yan on the other end of the phone was silent for a minute, and then said, "It's up to you to decide." ”

"Okay." Wang Zheng hung up the phone, and the roar of a car engine was already heard in his ears.

To be able to soar at such a speed in such a place, it is clear that the comer is not good.

Wang Zheng turned his head and looked at the mouth of the alley, a Grand Cherokee was rushing towards this side, and Junichi Mitsui was standing in front of the Grand Cherokee, not dodging or dodging, with a flick of his wrist, the tip of the knife was lifted from the bottom up, and a cold glow suddenly illuminated Wang Zheng's eyes!

For such a long time, no one knows how far Junichi Mitsui's crazy knife has been practiced, and the position of his knife is located exactly to the left of the body, and one by one he has practiced the knife, slashing the left front tire, shattering the front windshield, and splitting the driver's head!

The person sitting in the passenger seat wanted to shoot, but at that moment, a large puddle of hot and sticky stuff was pasted on his face!

This is the brains of companions!

The Grand Cherokee's left front tire was blown up, and he immediately rushed to the low wall next to him, Junichi Mitsui turned sideways calmly, and with a knife, a thin blood line appeared on the co-pilot's neck!

The person in the co-pilot just felt that his neck was cold, and before he could find out what was going on, the Grand Cherokee had already hit the courtyard wall next to him!

With this impact, the co-pilot was horrified to find that his head began to roll, and the whole world was spinning!

When the skull rolled off, the neat and smooth section of his neck that kept spurting blood out.

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