The wisteria flowers are blooming on the trellises, and the branches and vines of the side are stacked on the courtyard wall and the rosy bougainvillea is stacked together, it seems that even the flower trees dislike the black cast iron courtyard wall is too dull, and they want to cover it with a velvet carpet, and the purple layers of different shades are blurred, and the wind blows, and the ground is full of fragrance.

Under the trellises, lush weeds and flowers are clustered around the garden's beautiful European-style fountain. Perhaps it has been too long since I have been spit water droplets in the sun, the thick green vines are crawling with white sculptures, and the pool of colorful glazed tiles at the bottom of the sculpture is accumulating the rain left by last night's rainstorm, and a weeping begonia is approaching the water, kissing the water surface in the wind, and opening the circle of ripples.

This former mansion of the Marshal of Luzhou has been left unattended for too long, the mottled water marks on the outer wall have concealed its past glory, and those who have witnessed its glory have long since dispersed, leaving only some loyal old servants to stay here to guard this old mansion with their memories written on it, and guard the last owner of this mansion.

The door touched the bell hanging on the eaves, and Uncle Zhong, the head of the house, opened the door and entered, so that the maid of the class saw him coming back, put down the feather duster and greeted him:

"Old Zhong, how is the situation outside?"

The old butler sighed and shook his head:

"It's a mess, the army has given up resistance, and everywhere is guarded by militia."

"...... these people outside the door?" The maid asked in a low voice, pointing to the guards standing outside the door.

"Who knows......" The old butler shook his head again.

"Is this to trap the eldest young master here?!"

"Shhh......hhh ”

The maid was silent for a moment, and the color of pity slowly stained the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes:

"Huh...... Our eldest young master is really pitiful...... If the young lady is still here......"

"That's right! At the market just now, I heard today that Boss Li is back. ”

"Boss Li?! But the gentleman who sent the young lady away back then? ”

"Yes."

"Then since he came back alive, is the young lady okay? Where is she now? Did you ask? ”

The old butler's questioning gave the old butler a headache, and he raised his eyebrows to signal her to calm down, and then said word by word:

"I've only heard, but I haven't seen him yet. I'll check back tomorrow to find out. ”

"Oh......" The maid lowered her hand in disappointment.

"Wait." The old housekeeper called the maid's lost back: "Don't let the eldest young master know these words......

The maid paused at her feet and whispered, "I know." ”

Five years ago, the Southern Cross Star cargo ship of Hengguang Far East Group encountered a storm at sea, and finally lost contact after several failed attempts to dock, like a dead tree floating and sinking on the wide sea, disappearing without a trace.

Sinking to the bottom of the sea with the millions of goods on board were Li Lingrui, the young owner of Hengguang Far East Group, and Lin Wanjing, the young marshal of the upright Chinese years.

In the study at the end of the corridor on the second floor, the man stood by the window, his deep eyes staring at the smoke rising from a few kilometers away, and he could faintly hear the scattered gunshots, which had been going on for weeks, and he had long been accustomed to it.

He still remembered the starry sky that had been burned red by artillery fire for several nights, and it was in such a night that he had not closed his eyes for several nights—in the darkness, he saw the burning sea again, the white dome of the French building crumbling in the flames, and the pouring rain poured out the night's fire, but his boiling blood was reduced to freezing.

In the past five years, he has been transferred to countless prisons, and finally returned to this gorgeous mansion, not because he could not escape, but because he had no desire to escape.

Now he is a bird with wings on one side of the sea, not that he can't fly to the other side, but he has no expectations for the other side of the sea.

The man drew the curtains and turned back to the desk, where a white carved picture frame was placed in the most conspicuous position, in which the woman was riding on the back of a maroon horse, her long skirt hanging down like a waterfall, and he seemed to be able to see the goose-yellow sun dancing on her shoulders, and the hem of her skirt was covered with an elegant purple sheen, like a meridian lotus blooming in the moonlight on a midsummer night.

The smile deeply imprinted in the memory is so beautiful, like an apricot blossom in March, faint, lingering.

But the apricot blossom withered, and her smile fell like the apricot blossom, sinking to the bottom of the water, and could no longer be touched.

The storm. The nightmare of the storm, he hadn't been awake from that nightmare in all these years, let the lightning and thunder in his mind tear at his heart—the Southern Cross Star was missing, and the storm wiped it out of the night, so the only star in his heart fell, and his world was left with endless darkness.

It's his fault, it's his fault from beginning to end......

The man tilted his head and drank the golden liquor from the glass, leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes in pain.

There was a noise outside the window, the sound of gunfire, and the noise and noise of the soldiers, and he just sat in his chair, as if the danger that was so close had nothing to do with him.

Who crashed open the door and rushed up the stairs, sounding like there were a lot of people, a platoon? More than that, maybe there is a connection.

He heard someone outside the door saying, "Big brother, I have searched for it, but there is no trace of Liu Ang." ”

The door was knocked open, and the person who knocked on the door probably didn't expect the door to be unlocked, and he stumbled out several steps, almost lying on the carpet and chewing mud.

When the man looked up at the man sitting behind the desk, the reflex arc in his brain was dulled for a moment:

"Big ...... Big brother, this person is ...... It's ......"

The man who followed up was also stunned when he saw this, but said calmly:

"You're wrong."

"But...... But ......"

"Liu Jin is dead, didn't you watch the fishermen fish out his body from the sea?"

"But ......"

But the corpse had long been swollen by the sea bubbles, and the flesh and blood were blurred and the face could not be distinguished, only that the corpse was dressed in the uniform of a major marshal.

"But, but! I said he was dead and dead! The boss-looking man raised his leg and kicked the man:

"Don't bother around here, take someone to search the basement! Eat and drink, use everything, take it all! ”

When the militia guarding outside walked away, the man hesitated in place for a long time before he paced to the desk step by step, laughed playfully, and put the muzzle of the gun against the man's sideburns:

"Yun Shuai, don't come unharmed."

Yun Shuai? It's been a long time since I've heard that name.

The corners of the man's mouth raised a self-deprecating smile, this smile was still a little bitter, and his calm eyes slowly opened, how could he ever be afraid of death, but it was a great revenge that had not been avenged, and he was unwilling.

There is a long-lost face in the reflection of the frame.

No wonder the conversation sounded so familiar, his eyes closed again, and the smile on his lips deepened—the person he had once let go now wanted his life, and he just wanted to say thank you to this person at the moment.

What kind of inexplicable logic is this?

The muzzle of the gun was in his sideburns for a long time, and he could feel the cold ring gradually warming, but the expected gunfire did not ring for a long time.

Without waiting for him to ask why, the muzzle of the gun left his skin, and he turned his head and frowned at the man in front of him, only to see him turn the muzzle of the gun and hand the handle of the gun to himself:

"Let's go, Boss Li will be glad to see you."