Bai Yu comforted himself, if he hadn't run back to the same place, would this umbrella still be able to track him? He told himself it was okay, it was okay, and he went back to make sure that the mysterious house didn't appear behind him. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In Bai Yu, he wanted to bypass the umbrella and find a safe place to shelter from the rain, or stop a boat to take him back to the hotel. At this moment, the blue umbrella was blown by the wind to the feet of the white rain, and the blue umbrella cloth began to fade, and under the transparency of the rain, the blue dye smeared his trouser legs.

The deep blue fades, and the inner layer of the umbrella is a more gloomy black. Bai Yu subconsciously stretched out his hand to pick up the black umbrella, his movements were very mechanical, and he doubted in his heart: This black umbrella can't be mine, right?

Who is it that will send you back to me?

Bai Yu grabbed the umbrella and wanted to pick up the black umbrella. He grabbed a hand of rotten paper, the black dye making his hands faint with sin.

Bai Yu breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, things didn't develop to the point of weirdness: this is just an ordinary oil-paper umbrella, it seems that I am thinking too much. But where is my father's black umbrella now? I have a very strong feeling of missing it!

In the mysterious house, a half-race man with slightly curly hair opens the door. He went upstairs and opened a room door. In a small room of forty square meters, twelve people wrapped in black robes sat silently.

Seeing the mixed-race man walk into the room, everyone looked up and looked at him, but still didn't say a word.

The mixed-race man said, "Don't look at me like a dead man, it will make me feel the desire to lie upright and pretend to be dead." ”

The joke that enlivened the atmosphere was directly ignored, and the man was asked: "Is he the new chosen one?" ”

Another helped the mixed-race man reply, "He's the chosen one, but you don't know him anymore." ”

Someone said, "He's too weak, give up." ”

Many people echoed, either nodding their heads, or simply saying, "I agree, we already have Leng Shao, and he is undoubtedly the better candidate." ”

Someone said fiercely: "The successor of the tyrant can't be this virtue, he doesn't even dare to participate in the family meeting, and he doesn't even have the courage to go to the meeting alone." The blood of the ice is broken here, it is really a great misfortune for my Leng family! ”

As the words fell, other statements were quickly made. They are unashamed to speak and seem to be well-founded, but they sound-for-tat.

"It's not the misfortune of the Leng family, it's a great sorrow for our monarch. Our Leng family is just a small force attached to the tyrant, and we must not forget our roots at any time. ”

The man stood all the time, and there was no place for him here.

Because he gave up Bai Yu, he didn't return what belonged to him! The mixed-race man understood that after the death of the tyrant, his remnants of power and prestige had become a treasure that the Leng family held tightly in their hands. The big names in the family are fighting openly and secretly,

The mixed-race man couldn't listen anymore, his rank couldn't interject in the meeting, he might as well not listen here and listen to those duplicity.

"I'll pick up Leng Shao."

The man closed the door, and his body was already outside. For his departure, no one stopped him.

He walked into the garage, where an old man was already sitting in the cab, waiting for the man to arrive. He is a very old housekeeper in the Leng family, and now mainly works as a driver for men.

No one knows his real name, and those who know his real identity may have died of old age. Now, everyone calls the old butler Thomson, because Thomson is a Western name that is often seen in TV and movies, and it is very suitable for an old man with blue eyes, white hair and a high nose.

The mixed-race man got into the car of the old man in the West, and he sat in the passenger seat for a while, but he never saw the old butler pull the handbrake. The man motioned for the old butler to drive, and the old butler, with an iron-colored face, shook his head at him.

The man had no choice but to put on his seat belt. "Now you can drive," he said. The man tugged at the harness and signaled that it was fastened firmly.

The old butler said; "We can't drive the car, it's all watery outside, and we can't drive unless our car can swim in the water."

"You can't drive, so why are you sitting here?" The man loosened his seat belt, and the thing made him a little uncomfortable.

"I've been waiting for you in the car, and I thought today would be no exception. I see, I'm going to get a jet ski, please wait. ”

Looking at the back of the old man leaving, the man's footsteps made the man sigh a little. The old man's legs and feet were not very flexible, he limped, and his body was shaky without the help of crutches. The man thought: this is an old man who sticks to his stereotypes, and he sticks to his stubbornness, from the past to the present. He was like that when he was young, and he hasn't changed since he got old.

He has long been eliminated by the times, otherwise he would not have been arranged to his side because he didn't know how to please his master. He used to be the tyrant's butler, responsible for handling all the logistics of the Leng family.

The man remembered the story that Thomson had told him when he first met him.

At the end of the last century, on the eve of returning home after the Vietnam War, a young soldier called home.

"I can go back tomorrow, I want to bring a helpless comrade-in-arms back, can you let him live at home with us?"

The parents, who were very happy to hear the news that their son was able to come back, said, "Of course it's no problem! He replied with tears of joy.

"But there is one thing that I have to tell first, he accidentally stepped on a landmine during the battle and lost a hand and a leg, but even so I wanted to take him home."

Hearing this, the parents fell silent.

"It's okay if it's only for a few days, it's hard to take care of the disabled, so let's go find that friend's place of residence together during the time we stay at home. You and we both have our own lives, and it's impossible to sacrifice yourself to take care of that friend for the rest of your life. ”

After listening to this, the son hung up the phone without saying a word.

The next day, the army made a phone call. The parents of a retired soldier were told that their son had fallen to his death by jumping from a roof.

The parents looked at the photos of the corpses from other countries, unable to speak, and broke down and cried. How they wanted to hug their son, but it was impossible for his body's body to cross the Pacific Ocean and return to them.

It was their son who lost his hands and feet in battle.

Thomson is their son.

After disguising the reality of his own death, Thomson thanked the chief. He took some of his comrades, who were also disabled, and stepped into the land of no man's land.

In 1975, when he went to war and was discharged, Thomson was fifteen years old. Now, forty years later, Thomson is already an old man who is about to step into the sixtieth birthday.

He was lucky to meet Bai Haori after surviving in the no-man's land for a while. Later, he worked as a housekeeper for Bai Haori for thirty years until Bai Haori died.

The tyrant lost power, and his position plummeted. He is the oldest, but in no man's land, no one will let you give respect to the weak.

Now Thomson has sound hands and feet, he drives a jet ski, and behind him is a half-race man, and behind the half-race man is a two-meter-high splash.

The old man's face was dignified, and his lips were closed. The white hair was combed stiffly, and it was respectful in the wind and rain.