Lu Xiao was a little cold, that is to say, if Ji Wu, who was a withered leaf ant, was revealed and caught, Uncle Liu would not take measures to save him at all, but would just sit idly by, and even tried to kill him for fear that he would confess the existence of the organization.

In an organization, people are just parts and chess pieces, and according to the different codenames, the subsequent tasks are also different.

The meaning of the code name is impossible for me to know unless Liu Zhong, the leader of the Dead Leaf Organization, intentionally informs him.

"Only you know about me changing his code name to Dead Leaf Ant, and as for why he changed his code name, you will know later."

"Understood, I'll keep my mouth shut."

"Although you are a withered leaf butterfly, you should be able to see that I have always cultivated you as a withered leaf tiger, after all, you are the only child I adopted."

"Thank you Uncle Liu for your training." Lu Xiao said sincerely, but there was no fluctuation in his heart.

He was not happy about this, on the contrary, he was a little afraid.

Uncle Liu had promised him that he would set him free after he completed his mission in Windy City, but now that he said this, he felt very uncertain.

"Has Ji Wu started investigating the pseudonyms on the list?"

"There's no news from him yet."

"In that case, then I'll explain you one thing first, this matter has nothing to do with the task itself, and you have the right to do me a favor."

"You say, I'll do my best."

"I need you to help me inquire about someone," Liu Zhong paused at this point, "To be precise, to find my long-lost daughter." ”

"Daughter?" Lu Xiao had never heard that Uncle Liu had a daughter.

"I got separated from her a few years ago because of the Phantom Stacky Seed, and I haven't given up looking for it for so many years, and you are now in Windy City just in time to help me find it, although I have been looking for it in Windy City for several years and have not found it."

He could imagine Uncle Liu's lonely expression on the other end of the phone.

"My daughter's name is Liu Wen," Liu Zhong pondered for a while, "what if...... If she was still alive, she would be 22 years old this year, and she had a red birthmark on the side of her left little thumb. ”

"I'll keep an eye on it."

There was a sigh on the other end of the line, and he hung up.

Xia Rou looked at the full-length mirror, and always felt that she didn't put her hair in a bun, and she never showed the good look of the butterfly fan.

"You said you knew to wear these strange clothes all day long."

Mother's rough voice came, and she exhaled impatiently: "Mom, why did you come in without knocking?" ”

"What's wrong with mothers coming into their daughter's room?" She put her hands on her waist and spat out the demeaning words, "You're going out in this dress?" I don't know what you think, you're short, and your clothes are all down to your feet. ”

"That's how this dress is designed."

"I really don't understand what's so beautiful about this kind of clothes, isn't it just a few pieces of cloth?"

"Mom, this is the traditional culture of our nation, you can't say that," her voice was full of power, "Hanfu is not just a costume, it is more about carrying our dreams and feelings." ”

Indeed, now the holding of Hanfu events is too formal, and a simple catwalk will not make people pay more attention to traditional costumes at all, and it is normal for mothers not to know.

As a Hanfu lover, what she needs to do is to promote and inherit this culture in many ways, in an all-round way, not asking others to join, but asking others to understand and tolerate.

"Okay, you went to college, and you speak beautifully, I can't talk about you."

"Hmm." Xia Rou responded simply, without arguing with her mother.

She could clearly feel that as long as her mother was around her, she would lack vitality and even be inexplicably irritable.

She would only accuse her, ignore her feelings, and not understand her at all, or rather, her mother never wanted to understand her.

"I don't know how you managed to buy these useless clothes every day." Mother's eyes fell on the cabinet where she put her Hanfu clothes.

The cabinet is filled with all kinds of hanfu, of different sizes and styles.

"Hmm." Xia Rou nodded again, and then repeatedly hinted in her heart not to lose her temper with her mother.

"I don't know what your aesthetics are, I'm not allowed to buy these clothes in the future, don't talk about wasting money, I'm still upset when I see it."

Hearing this, Xia Rou couldn't control it anymore, and her anger was directly suppressed.

"If you don't like it, then don't watch it! And I bought these clothes myself, I like some clothes, and it's my freedom to wear them or not! ”

"You kid is really a white-eyed wolf, it's not easy for me to raise you with all my hard work, and you still contradict me!"

"You're right, I'm just going to be angry with you!" Xia Rou replied directly, and her tone became sharp.

It was as if she had entered a strange circle, and she found that she could calmly talk to everyone, except her mother.

"I raised you so big, that's how you did it to me?"

"Mom," Xia Rou interrupted her and suddenly asked, "Do you know why Mom and Dad divorced you?" ”

When she heard this, her mother did not answer immediately, to be exact, she could not answer.

"It seems that after all these years, you still don't realize your problem." There was a rare indifference in Xia Rou's eyes.

For as long as she can remember, her father and mother have been arguing, and the reasons for the quarrels are strange.

People who know a little bit can see that her mother is looking for trouble, so she is very sympathetic to her father, and her mother's tricky and vitriol is very obvious, and she looks at her mother's distorted face when she quarrels and scolds, and feels extremely ugly.

She said coldly: "If I were a father, I would definitely divorce you, and divorce before I had children with you, or even earlier, I would rather never know you." ”

"You, you!" The expression on the mother's face was ugly, she didn't expect the child to poke her sore spots, and just wanted to continue to say something, but before she could speak, she was pushed out by Xia Rou.

"Get out, don't come into my room later!" Xia Rou didn't know where the strength came from, so she pushed her mother out of the door directly, and then closed the door hard.

"You white-eyed wolf, I raised you so ......"

"Open the door, I must teach you a good lesson!"

Xia Rou leaned against the door, and then slowly slid to the ground, she couldn't hear her mother's stimulating words outside the door, she just felt tired, as if her internal organs were sinking.

Outside, she whispers softly, but at home she gives her worst temper to those closest to her.

She didn't want to, but she couldn't.

She quietly buried her head in the crook of her arm, her nose aching. Slowly, I felt that my eyes were hot, and tears were silently rolling down my cheeks.

She wiped it away with her hands, and new tears fell, and her eyes were already moist.

She didn't want to cry, but the tears kept falling, drop by drop, becoming more and more turbulent.

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At the edge of the distant city, the sun was slowly disappearing below the horizon, and half of the sky was dyed a brilliant blood-red, then pale downward, then lighter, then orange, then bright gold, and then pale yellow.

Before falling into complete darkness, the city struggles to show off the colour and bustle of the day.

Song Chang stood on the balcony with an indifferent expression, and Liu Han quietly accompanied him beside him, without saying a word.

After the failure of the shopkeeper operation, Li Biao and the other four people ran away, and the four younger brothers at the front door were sent to the security association to accept sanctions, and then the association searched the entire abandoned yard and found no trace of phantom powder.

Song Chang was full of self-blame in his heart, he knew in advance that Li Biao had a secret weapon, but after subduing Li Biao, he thought that he had captured him, so he let him take advantage of the loophole.

Everything is due to the failure of the operation caused by one's own negligence. Now that Li Biao has run away, the clue is broken, and it will only be more difficult to catch the shop in the future.

"Liu Han, do you think the Li Biao we saw is very strange?"

"Why do you say that?"

"According to the photo provided by the president, I took it for granted that the strong man was Li Biao, but now I think it was my carelessness."

"You mean the Li Biao we saw is not the real Li Biao?" Liu Han frowned slightly, "That's true, there is no ironclad evidence that the person is Li Biao, but everything is in line with Li Biao's description, so why do you judge that this person is not Li Biao now?" ”

"Judging from my contact with him, he doesn't look like a leader, and the most critical point is that I am sure that he is not Li Biao."

"Which point?"

"He's been subdued by us too easily, and his knife skills aren't as good as rumored to be."

"Yes, Li Biao is good at making knives, he is a good hand, if it is the real Li Biao, it is impossible to be easily subdued."

Song Chang pressed his fist to his mouth, pressed it to his lips, and was silent for a moment: "This operation is a trap, and there is something even more unthinkable behind why this operation was leaked." ”

"Yes, now in addition to finding the real Li Biao, the most tricky thing is the person who leaked the news about this operation."

After finishing speaking, Liu Han slowly closed his eyes. She felt like a pair of nameless eyes were watching the Federation's every move in the dark, something she had never felt before, which meant that the person behind it was likely to belong to the Dead Leaf Order.

"This question needs to be investigated slowly." She opened her eyes, looked at Song Chang gently, and said with relief, "Also, don't blame yourself for the failure of this mission, it's not your fault, no one thought that Li Biao would have fog bombs." ”

"Okay." He glanced at her, then looked away.

Since he rejected Liu Han's confession, Liu Han seemed to have come out of the pain and chatted with him generously, but the guilt in his heart became deeper and deeper.

He looked away from her and deliberately didn't look at her: "Judging from the failure of the operation, the people of the Withered Leaf Organization are extremely vigilant and actionable. ”

"Yes, that's what the president thinks, let's wait for the next instructions."

Waiting for the next instruction - this short sentence made Song Chang gradually fall silent.

Whenever a task passes, he always feels a little empty in his heart, that is, the kind of emptiness that suddenly has no place in his heart and does not know how it will develop in the future.

Is it because there is no direction? He asked himself.

Yes, it doesn't seem to be, he has the general direction, but he feels a panic in front of him, and he doesn't know which way the road will go.

"By the way, Song Chang, thank you for protecting me." Liu Han reflected the afterglow of the sunset, emitting a soft and tranquil look.

She thought that she had let go of her feelings for Song Chang, but the moment he protected her, she was tempted again.

The afterglow is scattered, and the mountains are bathed in twilight.

Song Chang looked at her and said in his heart: Liu Han, as long as I am here, I will not let you be hurt in any way.