Walking north and south towards Airport Road, I made a phone call in front of the woman pulling the luggage.

"Kill someone for me." Ji Shengxun did not hesitate: "Give me my name and address." The person next to him grabbed the corner of his shirt with one hand.

"Wang Qianping, a 30-year-old male, lives at No. 5 Daraclaqua Gate in the 12th arrondissement of Paris. I still need to talk to him. "Okay, I'll let you know before I do."

Miss Fang's matter was quickly erased from her memory, and at this moment, although Wang Qianping was surprised, he was not nervous, and hesitated for a moment and said: "You are not at the right time, I am about to go out and go to the Lachaise Cemetery to pay tribute to my parents, because the day after tomorrow, according to the Chinese habit of going to the grave to burn incense." I have to go to Macao and Hong Kong at noon today, you see, the tickets have been bought, if you must talk, it can only be during the time I go to the cemetery. Actually, there is nothing to talk about, the result is the same. ”

The man in a black jacket said coldly, "Okay, just say it on the road." He immediately dialed Bo Yanyan to explain the situation.

Wang Qianping wore a suit, a mantle, and a top hat like a gentleman. His handsome, well-dressed appearance makes it difficult to associate one with those dirty deeds. He explained a few words to the maid of country F in the beauty salon, and went downstairs with a handful of incense and an incense burner.

The man got into the back seat of Wang Qianping's car, and Ji Guangzu, the director of the P City Association and the secretary general of the European Chinese Business News Federation, drove closely behind. On the way, Wang Qianping stopped in front of a flower shop to buy a handful of flowers, and Ji Guangzu's car also stopped.

Wang Qianping drove slowly and said: "I left the triangle area and traveled back and forth to Baao, and I don't know Miss Fang's situation and don't want to know. "But my boss wants to know, and you have to tell him what happened."

- "So what? Wang Qianping asked nonchalantly.

The Lachaise cemetery is located in the eastern part of Paris, and anyone who has read the history of the 'Paris Commune' knows that the famous Paris Commune wall is located in the depths of the cemetery. After the defeat of the Paris Commune, all the Commune soldiers died under this wall, and the successive leaders of country F chose this wall for their tombs. Not only that, but the World War II Memorial to the Jews was also built here.

In the parking lot outside the car parking cemetery, Wang Qianping walked towards the cemetery deep in the bamboo forest, the man slowly followed him, Ji Guangzu leaned back on the saddle, and his eyes opened a slit with firm eyes and sharp eyes.

Wang Qianping found the tombstone of his parents, put the flowers in his hand on the steps, lit incense and mourned silently. The man dialed the phone and handed it to him. The cemetery is quiet and beautiful around it, and the statues of different shapes reflect the genius art of the sculptors of country F, and the atmosphere makes people no longer feel the fear of death, only a faint sadness.

"Do you understand the current market? 100,000 yuan can't buy Europe, and the surname Fang doesn't want to think about who she is, is she capable? Or is it a traditional daughter? People's lives can not be offside, wolves have a circle of wolves, sheep have a circle of sheep, if the sheep drill into the wolves, it is looking for death. Actually, she should thank me if she was wise."

The man's indifferent gaze still looked around the bamboo forest in the cemetery, he didn't care about the person on the other end of the phone talking to this person, he was waiting.

"It was I who fulfilled her dream of going abroad, and she also got the opportunity to make a lot of money." Wang Qianping unhurriedly took out a cigarette and lit it on his mouth, took a puff and continued: "For her, there is no difference between taking off foreigners and giving off to Chinese, but she can earn more money by taking off foreigners." ”

Wang Qianping stepped on the marble floor: "The cemetery where I am standing costs more than 600,000 francs, and now it is worth more than 1 million francs." Fourteen coffins can be placed inside when the lid is opened, and there are still twelve slots. People are going to die, and this is where I go. You let people come so far away, and I can't do without a little expression. With that, he took out a fiat currency from his suit pocket and tore it open, took half of it and threw it into the air.

"Haha! It's you, Miss Fang, I believe that your body is worth much more than your personality, your personality? It's worth half a franc at most. Still, I appreciate your sense of justice. Ji Guangzu opened his mouth slightly: How important is a woman's dignity and self-esteem.

"Knock-knock!" The birds in the bamboo forest were scattered, Wang Qianping looked at the muzzle of the black hole with a stunned face, and looked at the man with a straight face from beginning to end and showed an evil smile, which was different from the fierce and vicious laughter he had seen before, it was the banter of a wolf eating a dead sheep that kept twitching and looking at another live sheep.

Taking out a handkerchief from his pocket and putting it next to the corpse, the man picked up the eldest brother and muttered, "Oh, this job is troublesome." ”

Bo Yanyan showed a smile that he thought was cordial, but the moment he walked to the door of the delivery room, he saw a woman in professional clothes with his back to him outside the door, and sweat was dripping from the back of her neck. "Mr. Bo? What's wrong? Your kids are going to come out and laugh. ”

Looking at the door of the delivery room in a daze, and then at the woman's professional and elegant figure, he raised his hand and said, "Wait for me, you can help me pick up the child when it comes." ”

"Huh?"

The man turned and walked to the bathroom, took off his pale yellow jacket overalls and put it on the radiator, and unbuttoned the cufflinks of his dark blue shirt.

The man rubbed the soap from the sink and trimmed his nails. Staring at himself in a light blue suit in the mirror, he smiled bitterly and thought: My son wants to finish the money this time, and it is estimated that the relationship between the two will come to an end when he goes back this time.

Slowly sitting back at the table, pushing a boxy thin chip towards the 'banker', the man smiled what he thought was elegant. The middle-aged female dealer flopped her hands with both hands, and the robot generally said in a standard language: "Zhuang, 6 points." The man leaned back in his chair, and his smiling face sank instantly—"Zhuang, 6 o'clock." Player wins. ”

The expressionless dealer took the chips in both hands. Bo Yanyan stood up and placed a stack of chips on the edge of the luxurious stone table. Twisting his head and thinking about it, he threw the round chips in his hand again, nodded and waved his hand to make a 'please' motion

"Buy."

The dealer still opened the cards with both hands and said: "Idle, zero point is not right." Zhuang, zero point is not right. Bo Yanyan smiled faintly—"Mr. Bo? The woman was holding her swaddling clothes and was coaxing, when she saw the man coming. At this moment, he didn't know what to say, but he handed the child to him, looked down at the boy's pale blue eyes, and the man smiled kindly.

The two silently walked slowly on the path between the graves, the woman said that Xie Yuxi was a Hui, and buried her belongings and clothes in the suburban cemetery. Unfortunately, this is not a secluded place, it is a silent world, and a few pieces of yellow papyrus are fluttering in the wind. The woman's infinite sorrow turned into tears, dripping and seeping into the dirt.

The eyes of the man in a black suit gradually moistened, and it was a complex state of mind that could not be read in words, and it was impossible to think of a sad face. The woman's hoarse voice asked Bo Yanyan softly, "What are your plans in the future?" "I don't know. All I can say is that I didn't expect her to be so self-remorseful. The man armed himself with indifference and coldness. The woman handed a piece of paper to Bo Yanyan, and when she unfolded it, she saw that it was Xie Yuxi

: My love can't bear this cross, I'm too tired. Forgive me! Please take care of Thin for me. Xie Yuxi is unauthored.

After reading it, Bo Yanyan felt sour in his heart, and returned the suicide note to the woman: "I think, I'm okay." The woman said to him solemnly, "I only hope that you will live well and be worthy of her." "Time is the most ruthless, living is always more important than dying, a woman's primitive natural motherhood allows her to take care of the man who is worried all day long, not to mention that she herself has an unexpressible affection for him. What can she do for Bo Yanyan? In addition to taking care of her life, she thought more deeply than Xie Yuxi, which was how Bo Yanyan would go in the future.

"What are you going to do in the future?" - "The more time you have to work, the less time you have to think, the less pain you have, and I'll do whatever I can." ”

"I know. You can't live here anymore, and my family has been urging me hard these days, why don't you help me? Just play it twice, and then I think you should go to Xiong'an, there is a feng shui treasure there, maybe you can do something. Bo Yanyan stopped his chopsticks and glanced at her, and the corners of his mouth sneered: "Are you nervous, should you go on a spring outing in the suburbs?" The woman smiled too

'I'm 100% rational, if you want, you should go on a spring outing in the suburbs......

He didn't know much about the woman's relationship with his father, but he never saw them arguing. Bo's mother has complained many times about these words, Bo Yaoyuan knows this, and understands that his mother is really sad, but he may not need someone to persuade him, maybe all he needs is someone to listen, but fortunately, he doesn't mind listening since he was a child. At first, the parents quarreled and Bo Rong'er cried, and the boy cried in fear during the fight, as if the end of the world was coming, as if there would be a blood splash between the parents in the next moment. He didn't know how to stop the fight, so he took his sister to the balcony and cried until he knocked the neighbors down and persuaded him to fight.

In this way, every time Hou Bo Yanyan beat and scolded him, saying that he was known to make trouble, and he was embarrassed.

Slowly discovered the fact that even if one parent holds a kitchen knife, the other holds a hot water bottle with a plugged stopper. The former threatened to kill each other, and the latter wanted to burn each other. In the end, the knife will not really cut down, and the hot water will not spill out.

As for fists and feet, Bo's mother was born in the countryside, although she is a woman, her strength is not small. Not once was the two sides really seriously injured, at most accidentally scratching the skin, or complaining to each other after a few days of exhaustion how painful the punch was, and how heavy the kick was.

The boy began to stop fighting, and took his sister to hide in the room when there was a noisy fight. At first, I was worried in the room, but a few times I saw that the situation was not painful or itchy, and finally it seemed to be numb, the kind of numbness that I couldn't change when I turned a blind eye.

Rong'er is younger than him, and she has not been numb yet, and she will still hide and be afraid of trembling and sobbing. Bo Yaoyuan once wanted to comfort his sister, but later found that he couldn't even comfort himself.

The boy listened to Bo's mother's nagging and complaining, and led his sister to go to school. The brother and sister go to the same primary school, and they are in the community, and they are a 10-minute walk away, but a slow walk is only 15 minutes. Rong'er walked slower and slower on the road, and Bo Yaoyuan turned around and asked her, "What's wrong?" The girl lowered her head and kicked away the stones: "When will Daddy come back?" ”

"Ahh Is it a month or two months? "Still unclear?" "Because the situation in the workplace is always changing." Going up to the second floor, Bo Rong'er looked back and told earnestly while heading towards the third-grade classroom: "I'll wait for you after school!" ”

Bo Yaoyuan was in the second semester of the sixth grade, approaching the pressure of junior high school, he was not nervous, and he didn't even care about the face when Bo Yanyan led him out to eat. Bo's father's face is a very important and unreasonable thing for Bo Yaoyuan. Ninety percent of students can't get into the best schools, and the remaining ten percent aren't something to be proud of. There are clear indicators for their promotion this year, and there are only 30 indicators in total in the four classes of their grade, and it is useless to get high test scores.

After school, Bo Yaoyuan sat on the wooden bench in the playground, and the female class president who was in the same class from the first grade to the sixth grade chatted with him: "Also, after scoring 100 points in the final English test of the third grade, you can't even pass, and you may not be able to enter the best school if you get the index." "They have been friends since the first grade, and they have been estranged since the fourth grade, when they gradually understood the distance between men and women, and their classmates joked that they were boyfriend and girlfriend. Later, no matter how close they were to each other's homes, they no longer walked together after school.

During the spring outing to Xianye Lake, the class leader organized the students to choose a path. Bo Yaoyuan suggested that the road should be much farther after playing a few times, but he was not agreed. Although this made seven or eight classmates go with him, and they did arrive earlier, the other students arrived at their destination only with strange eyes.

The squad leader also said lightly, "You're already here, let's get ready for a barbecue."

He didn't care about the few classmates who followed him, and happily said that it turned out that he was right.

He just feels that when a thing is right that only a few people care about and admit, proving whether it is right or not only makes sense for his own feelings.

This familiarity makes each other's words crisp and direct, but it doesn't hurt each other's pride. What she said was the truth, "I don't dare to say anything else, the English I learn now is not great, it is rote memorization." I really don't think there's anything great about a prestigious school."