The environment near the Tulin Mansion is good, and the most important thing is that the theory of feng shui is prevalent on Taiwan Island, and there are many rich people who want to touch the blessings of the prefect of Taiwan Island, but they think too differently, and the prefect of Taiwan Island has changed from the head of a country to a prefect living in a remote corner, and it is obvious that he drives high and walks low, and how can he have the courage to bless others?

Of course, his personal achievements are beyond the reach of ordinary people, but to become a saint who shines with divine light and shines on all sentient beings to bless others, it is still too far behind, and his personal realm and ideological height are far inferior.

However, this is close to the city center, for the convenience and various guarantees of enjoying modern life is still quite good, Su Mei's residence is in a dense forest, with a similar layout to the prefect's mansion, surrounded by extremely high trees, there is a labyrinthine vortex lane inside, Su Mei's residence is hidden in one of them, not to mention tabloid reporters and outsiders, even the people of the Zhu family have no way to know where Su Mei is if they have not been notified in advance.

Liu Changan walked on the side of the road, and saw a convoy parked in the depths of the sparsely populated garden street from a distance, and a black Toyota was parked not far from the side of the convoy.

The window of a black Rolls-Royce at the rear of the convoy opened, and a beautiful young woman turned her head sideways to talk to the middle-aged man, describing her coldly, with a hint of obvious contempt on the corners of her mouth, and she had no intention of getting out of the car.

The convoy departed, and the middle-aged man still stood in place and watched the convoy leave, before entering the car.

The Toyota made a U-turn, but drove into the driveway in the middle of the woods.

In the dense forest, only Napoleon dwells.

Liu Changan ran like a gale.

Catching up with the Toyota, Liu Changan opened the door and picked up a hard-shell magazine in the car.

"Who are you?" the middle-aged man was startled, and the driver in front of him hurriedly stopped.

Liu Changan quickly tore off the magazine shell and rolled it casually, forming an incomparably sharp weapon that resisted the middle-aged man's neck.

"You threaten me with a piece of paper?" the middle-aged man calmed down and said with a sneer.

"Keep driving. Liu Changan said to the driver.

"Don't listen to him!"

The driver chose to continue driving, he saw Liu Changan running in the rearview mirror, the speed was so terrifying that he didn't react, and pulled the car door even more stiffly, this method of rolling paper as a stab is more like a professional killer, but I don't know why it's so blatant.

"The paper is very hard, and with instant force, it can easily puncture the blood vessels in your neck arteries, and you will die. Liu Changan explained, "Don't you struggle, okay? Obviously, I've already twisted your neck." ”

The middle-aged man couldn't move at all, he just wanted to struggle, and his heart was shocked, which political enemy sent the killer?

"What do you want to do?" the middle-aged man asked after calming down.

"I have an old acquaintance with Su Mei, and I want to meet her and ask her something. ”

"Young man, we don't know who you are talking about, there is no such person here. The driver said calmly.

"Then meet the person you want to meet. Liu Changan glanced at the driver: "Keep your hands on the steering wheel, don't make small movements, everyone cooperate well, and everything is safe, thank you." ”

The driver gave up the idea just now, this young man's outburst was too terrible, but he was extremely calm and indifferent, this momentum made people think of no way to fight back for a while.

The most important thing is that this young man did not hide his face, and left his fingerprints generously, the driver is most worried that he is ready to come and go, and under the calm face of this kind of person is a desperate heart.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt Old Madam Su. Liu Changan looked at the courtyard that was gradually revealed among the trees outside the car window, and wanted to chant a poem.

I want to sigh about the years, feel the long-term parting, feel the twilight of the beauty, and feel the grievances and hatreds.

Let's groan:

Gulls and herons and mandarin ducks make a pool, and it is necessary to know that the wings are not suitable.

Dongjun is not dominated by flowers, how can it be like a rest and branches.

What comes to mind is Zhu Shuzhen's song "Sorrowful", which is not suitable for the two to be together, and then I find that I should "take a break from life and take care of the branches", so why force myself to "make a pool of gulls, herons and mandarin ducks" at the beginning?

It's just that women always like wishful thinking at the very beginning when they hope that the other party can give them love, who knows that before Zhu Shuzhen wrote "Sorrow", she also wrote to this man, "Lovesickness can't be sent, draw a circle." The words are outside the circle, and the heart is in the circle. The single lap is me, and the double lap is you. You have me in your heart, and I have you in my heart. If the moon is missing, it will be full, if the moon circle is missing, the whole circle is reunion, and the half circle is parting. I am close to the circle, you must know my intentions secretly. There are countless lovesicknesses, and I go all the way to the end. ”

"You...... Who the hell are you?" The middle-aged man kept looking at Liu Changan, who had a calm expression, and suddenly felt that his appearance was similar, as if he had seen it somewhere!

Liu Changan's fingertips still had the tenderness in Zhu Shuzhen's love words, he didn't answer the question, gently knocked out the middle-aged man and the driver, got out of the car and looked at the house in front of him.

I don't know if the monitoring around the house found an abnormality, or if the driver issued a warning at some point, more than 20 men in black have gathered outside the house, looking vigilant, holding firearms towards Liu Changan.

Liu Changan put down the plastic bag in his hand, which contained his wet clothes.

"What people!"

"Stop!"

"Immediately squat down with your head in your hands!"

"One step further and no kill!"

Liu Changan raised his head, feeling the wind stagnate on his cheeks, the cry ahead stopped abruptly, some people were surprised, some people were angry, more of the indifference of obedience and waiting, all kinds of expressions were kept at the moment of pouring and casting like wax statues, the muzzle of the gun was dark and exuded a faint smell of gunsmoke, the men's strong muscles had a strong heart at the bottom, the manor in the summer of early June, mixed with the fragrance of flowers and the crisis that could tear the tranquility apart, Liu Changan felt that the body of the Baolong Center jumped, and the recast body became more and more useful.

Liu Changan turned around and picked up his plastic bag, walked past the man in black who had fallen, and stretched out his hand to push open the door of the house.

The lush forest in the distance stands leisurely like the high walls of the ancient city, and the central mansion is full of the elegance and romance that the eldest ladies loved the most during the Republic of China, as if Miss Su's courtyard has traveled through time and space, and moved to Taiwan Island from the beginning of the last century.

In a wheelchair next to the fountain, an old woman put on reading glasses, all her emotions and the look she could try to express seemed to be frozen by the passing time on her body, leaving only her cloudy pupils, looking at the man from a hundred years ago, step by step, stepping on her aging heartbeat, and walked in front of her.

Liu Changan held her old and wrinkled hand, with a hint of cool softness, without the woman's ice muscles and snow bones, only the primitive touch of skin and flesh remained.

"Long time no see. Liu Changan's eyes were gentle, gently caressing her cheek and kissing her forehead.

Since ancient times, it has always been men who have failed women.

Liu Changan never lived up to Su Mei, at least he thought so, but there were some things she did that he couldn't accept, so he couldn't give her what she was looking forward to.

But he still remembered Su Mei's obsession at that time:

Annoyed smoke and dew, leave me to hold on.

Hand in hand with Lotus Lake on the road, a yellow plum drizzle.

The coquettish is not afraid of guessing, and sleeps in clothes.

It's the most important time to carry, and return to the lazy dressing table.

She used to be the same, so, cute.

The old man closed his eyes, two lines of tears streaming down his face, and held his young hand tightly.