When the words fell, he resolutely pulled the trigger of the hand knife, ping, and a bullet rushed out of the chamber, piercing Huo Bin's clothes and hitting his heart.

Huo Bin's eyes were dark, and he fell on the bed, a stream of blood rushed up, and then fell again, staining the sheets red.

Boom, there was another heavy thunder outside the window, as if a black dragon rose into the air and flew out of the sky.

The wind and rain were blowing, the rain was blowing down, the sky and the earth were covered with mist, and the streets were flooded with rain.

Inside the villa, the curtains fluttered, and the wind could not blow away the thick smell of blood.

Huo Yunting walked to Huo Bin's corpse and probed his heart with both hands, the heart in his chest stopped beating, and he was sure that Huo Bin was dead.

But Huo Bin's eyes hadn't closed yet.

What is money in the world? Straight people don't look blind to death! Death is the most painful thing in life, so it's better to close your eyes and go to heaven in peace.

Huo Yunting wiped Huo Bin's face with his right hand again, closing his eyes and making him stunned.

When he closed Huo Bin's eyes, he turned around in pain, left the corpse on the bed, and walked slowly outside the villa.

Downstairs in the villa, there was a car parked, which was the car that Huo Yunting had driven in advance.

Huo Yunting went downstairs, slammed an umbrella like a black mushroom, walked to his car, and then looked back at his cousin Abin's villa filled with the smell of death, and said, "It's all over, goodbye." ”

The next morning, a nameless bird flew out of the valley and landed on the roof of Nguyen Laohan's house, chirping like the song of a magpie girl.

The villagers thought that the magpie girl who jumped off the cliff and died had become a bird, so they called the bird a magpie.

It's a pity that Zhang Lingzhi didn't know about this legend about magpies, she took a sip of tea, looked at Huo Yunting, and asked strangely: "What about the magpie's chirping?" Did you come to me to tell me that magpies chirp? ”

Huo Yunting said: "Yes, the purpose of my coming to you is to tell you that the magpie is calling, as the saying goes, the magpie is chirping, and the happy event has come to my house, and now the happy event has come to you." ”

Zhang Lingzhi said: "Don't sell it, tell me quickly, what happy event do I have?" ”

Huo Yunting said: "Wang Bing informed me that the Hawaii Governor has found Yaozhi, and you can go to Country M in two days to pick up Yaozhi and come back, so that he can meet his parents, and you don't have to worry about his parents coming to you to ask for someone." ”

When Zhang Lingzhi heard this, his mood was like a magpie flying, he was so happy that he couldn't hold the teacup, the teacup slipped from his hand, fell to the ground, fell to pieces, and the tea flowed to the ground.

Huo Yunting said: "You are happy to be like this, and lo and behold, the magpie in the tree is also scared away by you." ”

Zhang Lingzhi looked out the window again, the magpie on the tree outside the window really flew away, and the sun came out after the thunderstorm, and the sunlight baked the leaves and shimmered with dazzling green light.

Huo Yunting continued: "If you come back from afar, the two of you will get the certificate, send out invitations, and then go to the Coconut Mountain Villa in Hawaii to hold a wedding, you can live in country M for a period of time, you can also live in China for a period of time, there are villas abroad, villas in China, and homes on both sides, how good is this." ”

Zhang Lingzhi said: "There is no need to send out invitations, I will pick him up tomorrow, let him meet his parents, and rest for a while, he has been imprisoned for too long and needs to be well recuperated." ”

Huo Yunting said: "Okay, I'll ask Wang Bing to arrange bodyguards tonight, and I'll go with you tomorrow, what do you think?" ”

Zhang Lingzhi said: "I think this is very good. ”

Huo Yunting said: "I'm fine, I'm going home to see my children." ”

Zhang Lingzhi got up and sent Huo Yunting out.

Huo Yunting went downstairs, found his car, and drove in the direction of home.

He ran to a lot of places today, first drove to Huo Bin's villa, killed Huo Bin, then drove to Zhang Lingzhi's hospital, and now left the hospital, and the third stop is his home.

Emerson believed that home is the father's kingdom, the mother's world, and the child's paradise.

Huo Yunting's home happens to be a family of three composed of father, mother and son, with the love of the father, the love of the mother, and the love of the son, which constitute the source of joy.

The car ran briskly on the road, and soon, Huo Yunting arrived at his own home, that is, his father's kingdom, his mother's world, and his children's paradise.

Jing Yu saw Huo Yunting coming back, so he greeted him.

As soon as Huo Yunting opened his mouth, he couldn't wait to ask, "Where is our son?" ”

Jingyu said: "He has just been breastfed and is sleeping in the cradle, sleeping soundly. ”

Huo Yunting said: "How well does he sleep? Is it more fragrant than a hundred gardens? I want to go see him. ”

He has set up a special nursery room in the villa, with a wooden floor and pink wallpaper on the walls, on which baby elephants are depicted, and rabbits, kittens and colorful balloons play together.

What a cosy nursery room this is, you can imagine that when the baby sleeping in the cradle wakes up and opens his eyes, he sees the little animals playing with the balloons, and he can't wait to fly out of the cradle and join the ranks of the little animals and play games with them.

Huo Yunting's cradle for his son Huo Haisheng to sleep in the middle of the nursery room, Huo Haisheng slept in the cradle, as if he was dreaming.

Huo Yunting and Jingyu walked into the nursery room, and when they walked to the cradle, Huo Yunting stretched out his hands, picked up Huo Haisheng, who had not woken up yet, from the cradle, and looked at the child.

The child's little face was fat and chubby, a pair of eyes under the two curved eyebrows were closed, and the fleshy little mouth seemed to evoke a sweet smile in a dream.

Huo Yunting hugged the child, flashed twice proudly in front of Jing Yu, and said, "The child looks more and more like you, and more and more like me." ”

Jing Yu smiled: "If the child is not like you, and it is not like me, it is a wild child, if so, you have to quarrel with me." ”

Huo Yunting said: "Why do you make such a very unserious joke? ”

Jingyu said: "Okay, I'm sorry, I shouldn't make this kind of joke, the child sleeps more soundly than a hundred gardens, don't wake him up, let him go." ”

Huo Yunting put the child back in the cradle and said, "Abin will not endanger you and the child in the future, and our family can be spared the horror of terrorism." ”

Jing Yu was shocked: "What happened?" ”

Huo Yunting said: "Abin is dead, I am forced to go to Liangshan, if you don't kill him, it will be difficult for you and the child to save your lives, and the huge wealth of the Huo family will also fall into his bloody mouth." ”

Jing Yu was shocked: "You just need to hurt him, how can you kill him?" ”

Huo Yunting said: "I can't care so much, in short, he wants our family to die, I want him to die, he forced me to a road of murder, can you bear to let our family be killed by him?" ”

Jing Yu clasped his palms together and whispered softly: "Amitabha, sin, sin." ”

After a pause, he explained: "Abin is not afraid of 10,000, just in case, if I want to kill him, he will use his life to threaten me, begging me to let him live, but I believe that I can also find his life, so I don't pay attention to his coercion at all, and send him away with a knife." ”

Jing Yu sighed and said, "Since Yao Ming is locked up in the basement, we have sent someone to look for him, and we have narrowed down the scope of search, which is much easier to find than before." ”

Huo Yunting said: "No need to look for it, I'll tell you the good news, the good news is that the Hawaiian governor found the basement where Yao Ming was held and rescued him." ”

Jing Yu's face was happy and said, "This is indeed good news, let's tell my godmother." ”

Huo Yunting said: "No need, I came back from my godmother, and I had already told her that she would go to country M tomorrow to pick up Yao and come back to apply for a marriage certificate." ”

Jingyu said: "Our child was born prematurely, if it weren't for the godmother, the child and I would have died, and we would send the godmother on the plane tomorrow." ”

Huo Yunting said: "I also have this meaning, we will entrust the child to the nanny tomorrow and go to the airport together to see her off." ”

The next day, Jingyu handed over the child to the nanny to take care of, followed Huo Yunting to the garage, and got into the car together.

Their purpose is very clear, that is, to see off Zhang Lingzhi at Jianghai International Airport.

The car drove onto the street, passing Yiyuan Road, the road was blocked by the crowd of black press, and many vehicles were forced to stop and line up in a long row.

Huo Yunting had no choice but to stop, planning to wait for the road to be cleared before leaving.

He and Jingyu sat in the left and right cabs, watching what was happening in front of them through the front glass.

It turned out that the crowd surrounded a big black wooden barrel, the wooden barrel shook and clattered, and everyone discussed: "There are indeed ghosts in this world, everyone see, ghosts hide in wooden barrels, and they run to the streets in broad daylight to eat people." ”

"No, it's not a ghost hiding in the barrel, it's a monkey."

"It's not a monkey, it's a dog."

"I think it's the magician hiding in the barrel, deliberately pretending to be a ghost, hyping himself, not believing it, opening the barrel and seeing."

"Yes, open the barrel and take a look."

With a bang, the lid of the barrel was opened, and out of it crawled out a man, unkempt, with a stubble beard, wearing tattered and dirty clothes, half of his lower body, barefoot, and holding a book of poetry in his hand, which frightened everyone.

The crowd was amazed for a long time, and then began to talk again: "What magician?" Phew, it turned out to be a beggar? ”

"Not a beggar, but a poet? Don't you see him with a book of poems in his hand? ”

"Maybe it's the billionaire who deliberately disguises himself as dirty and silly so that everyone will remember him and his company."

Unexpectedly, the person who crawled out of the barrel appeared and said: "I am not a ghost, not a monkey, not a magician, not a billionaire, Lao Tzu is a cynical poet between a dog and a beggar." ”

The crowd was even more strange, and they heard the poet say: "I am the ancestor of the Cynic sect, Diogenes, and the master of the Misty sect, Beidao, subverting all traditional values, and living like a dog in this turbid world where everything is a floating cloud." ”

Someone asked, "Where do you live, Cynic?" What to eat? What do you rely on to feed your wife and children? ”

The cynical poet knocked on the barrel beside him and said, "I live in a barrel, and the barrel is both my home and a tool for me to walk, and I eat dog food, and poetry is my wife and children, and I feed poetry with my soul, and poetry in turn feeds me." ”

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to a middle-aged woman carrying a bag and asked, "Sister, my nose is smarter than a dog, and I smell the fragrance of bread in your bag, can you send me a loaf of bread to eat?" ”

The middle-aged woman glared: "Didn't you say that poetry can feed yourself?" How can you ask me for bread in turn? You're insane. ”

The crowd coaxed: "The taste of poetry is very elegant, and the bread is very vulgar, so you can eat poetry, eat poetry." ”

It just so happened that there was half a discarded steamed bun in the roadside garbage can.

The cynical poet had sharp eyes, found this half steamed bun, held a handful of ashes on the ground, wiped it on his face, rushed to the steamed bun, picked up the half steamed bun in the garbage can and gnawed it.

After he finished nibbling on half of the steamed buns, as if he had added strength, he opened the book of poems, opened his mouth, and chanted poems like a dog barking at a stranger in the middle of the night:

Tell you what, world

I-no-look-believe!

The crowd laughed: "I don't believe you're a poet, fuck your mother, get out of the way, don't get in the way of public transport." ”

Someone kicked the poet down.