Chapter 42: Is There Smoke?

Wu Rang was very busy, too busy to keep his feet up, too busy to be anxious, busy with meetings, busy being co-opted by all forces, and then, busy refusing.

Sitting on the chair in the office, Wu Rang was finally able to take a breath, looking at the fiery sunset outside the window, he couldn't help but lose his mind for a while, how long has it been since he had seen the sunset, this sunset is so beautiful, it's just that this color is too red.

Picked up the second pot head of the small green bottle on the table and poured it hard, he still couldn't drink, just a sip of strong wine, because of the spicy, his face had already become red.

For Wu Rang, the wine is difficult to drink, but if it is difficult to drink, will it not be drunk?

He only dared to die after drinking!

Tomorrow is the day of the final vote, after so many days of various meetings and consultations, many forces have agreed to cancel the quota, it stands to reason that Huang Shiming's proposal should be a sure thing, Wu Rang also hopes to succeed, this is a good thing, in his heart.

No matter what Huang Shiming or the Huang family is ultimately for, this is not important in Wu Rang's heart, that is a matter for the future, and canceling the exemption is definitely a matter for the benefit of the country and the people.

However, Wu Rang always felt that his eyelids were beating hard, and for some reason, he felt that there would be an accident tomorrow, an unexpected mess.

What's wrong?

He didn't know.

"Squeak"

The office door was pushed open, and a white-haired Huang Shiming walked in.

Huang Shiming is no longer the same family as before, he was neatly combed in the past, his meticulous hair was already a little unkempt, the stubble on his face was black and pressed, he looked messy, drooping with two big eye bags, and there was no trace of spirit.

Huang Shiming leaned on the sofa as if he was half-lying, looked at Wu Rang, who was facing away from him, and didn't say anything, but poured himself a cup of herbal tea.

"Phew......"

Huang Shiming spit out all the tea he drank in his mouth and wiped his mouth.

"It's so bitter, it's so unpleasant"

"I said that I changed this tea, why haven't you changed it here?"

"It's really ......"

Huang Shiming spoke the same as before, full of officialdom, I don't know if he was complaining about the employees who were in charge of the miscellaneous things such as changing tea, or complaining about Wu Rang.

"If you don't like it, don't drink it, or try this"

Wu Rang turned around and threw the small green bottle with the lid screwed in his hand.

"Wine?"

Huang Shiming frowned, he doesn't drink, this is the cultivation of a child of a family, drinking is only drunk by the rough, besides, drinking will make a mistake.

"Why?

Wu Rang didn't have a trace of expression on his face, just looked at Huang Shiming like that.

"The reward of the martial king, is there a gift not to drink?"

Huang Shiming smiled, and then unscrewed it, a pungent smell of wine made him a little uncomfortable, but he still raised his head fiercely and took a big sip.

"Ahem...... cough cough cough ......"

I don't know if it was too strong to drink, or too strong, Huang Shiming bent over and coughed violently, and tears came out.

However, it feels so refreshing, but this wine is too hard to drink, right?

Huang Shiming doesn't understand wine, but he knows that Wu Rang's wine is definitely not a good wine.

After coughing, Huang Shiming felt a little better in his throat and stomach, picked up the wine bottle again, and took a small sip.

The wine was still hard to drink, Huang Shiming almost swallowed it reluctantly, and did not cough again.

"How?"

"It's so bad"

"It's hard to drink, are you still drinking?"

"Cool"

Wu Rang was stunned for a while, is this still the Huang Shiming he knows?

He suddenly couldn't understand Huang Shiming.

The nasal cavity was filled with a strong smell of wine, Huang Shiming felt still very uncomfortable, and with some hesitation, he picked up the cup of tea that he had just spit out and poured it.

"Whew"

"Much better"

"Like, this tea is not bad."

"It was pretty good"

Wu Rang doesn't understand tea, but his things are good.

Huang Shiming shook his head helplessly, these days, he has gradually changed his opinion of Wu Rang, Wu Rang is a pure person and a simple person.

It's actually very simple to get along with Wu Rang, just let him not hate it.

"We'll make it tomorrow, right?"

Huang Shiming's eyes were on the small green wine bottle, he didn't dare to look at Wu Rang, he was really not confident, even if he was much older than Wu Rang, but, because of the existence of the Huang family's ancestors, everything he had done for so many years was smooth, which was of course easy, but it also made him less confident.

"Would-be it—"

Wu Rang let out a long sigh, he felt that such a good thing should come to pass.

However, the feeling of panic in my heart and my eyelids was getting stronger and stronger.

"Huang Shiming, at this point, I hope you are really for the good of Beiwu, no matter what you or your Huang family, what are your plans, don't drag Beiwu, otherwise, even if you have Emperor Kun to cover, I won't spare you"

Wu Rang's eyes were scorching, and his words were convincing.

"Don't you still believe me? I said, without the Huang family's involvement, my father won't take care of this matter."

Huang Shiming's face was sincere.

This thing is indeed what he wants to do, Huang Shiming is in his fifties, more than half a hundred years old, there has always been an emperor-level father above, his existence has been ignored, he wants to do something, he doesn't want to live under the blessing of his father for the rest of his life, and he doesn't want others to mention Huang Shiming, he must think of Emperor Kun first.

When this is done, he is ready to retire, and it is time for him to hit the eighth stage, how can a dignified emperor-level son be only the seventh stage, even if he is at the peak.

"Should I trust you?"

Wu Rang's gaze made Huang Shiming very stressed, and he instinctively wanted to dodge, but he still met it.

He doesn't have a ghost in his heart, so why dodge?

"Trust me"

Huang Shiming clenched his fists, he needed Wu Rang's help.

"Wu Rang, do you have a cigarette?"

Huang Shiming suddenly wanted to try smoking, and said that tobacco and alcohol are not separated.

"Nope"

"It's a pity"

Huang Shiming felt a little disappointed.

He wanted to buy a pack of cigarettes.

"Gone"

After speaking, Huang Shiming picked up the wine and poured a sip.

"Ahem......"

"Happy to work with"

Then, screwed the lid and threw it to Wu Rang.

"Happy Cooperation"

Wu Rang looked at Huang Shiming, who had already walked out, and closed the door again, and poured a sip of wine.

......

......

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

Wu Rang clenched his hands into fists and propped his head on the table, his eyes closed, and it was clear from his frowning brow that he was worried......

Huang Shiming sat on the sofa in the office, with a box of cigarettes on his left hand, which didn't seem expensive, and a bottle of wine on his right hand, or the little green bottle and two pots, with his brows tightly locked, not only the smoke was hard to smoke, but the wine was still hard to drink.

"Ahem, cough, cough, ......"

I don't know if the cough was due to the irritation of the smoke or the spicy wine......

On the mirror lake, the shadows of the trees are swaying, and the frogs are chirping and the cicadas are chirping.

Of course, there are still the reflections of several people in the water, one is gray-haired, skinny, and a little short, but the muscles are clear, and there is a ......

"Do you really want to do that tomorrow?"

Qi Wudi hugged his arms and looked at the lake, a little worried in his words.

"Yes, Dean Ling, what can we old men do?"

An old man with gray hair and a broken arm chimed in.

"yes, Dean, I don't think it's right."

"yes......"

......

Ling Feng was the dean back then, and they were used to being called it, so they always called the dean.

"Li Sheng, have you forgotten how your arm was broken? Zhang Tian, have you forgotten how your eye is blind? And you, Zhu Shan, are the days in a wheelchair so good? and you ......?"

Ling Feng called them one by one, and said one by one, for eighteen years, he remembered the names of each of them.

However, now, eighteen years later, he is visiting these old fellows one by one, but everyone is more or less disabled, either blind or lame, and many more have already died, some at the hands of cults, some on the seashore, and some in Tibet......

All this made him sigh, and he also strengthened his heart.

At the edge of the lake, there was silence again, except for Ling Feng, everyone lowered their heads, and their faces were a little tangled.

Are they willing?

Of course I was not reconciled, otherwise I would not have appeared next to this mirror lake.

They are all people who have shed blood and fought hard for Beiwu, compared to those who died, they are lucky, but they have not lived well over the years, and they have dedicated most of their lives to Beiwu, but they are gradually drifting away from Beiwu......

In their hearts, Beiwu is their ......

It always has been.