The night sky of the west coast was full of dark clouds tonight, and the black pressure was a cloud that obscured the stars, and the faint moonlight seeped through the clouds and sprinkled weakly on the eaves, like a layer of frost in the season of light snow.

Through the faintly discernible moonlight, a faint figure climbed over the wall of the Nanshui Orphanage and fell silently in the courtyard.

"Elder Ming, you have suffered a lot of sins in the past few years outside, and the head of the family also said a few days ago, if you are still willing, Changjing welcomes you at any time. ”

The figure seemed to have expected everything, and was not surprised by Dean Dong, who was standing quietly in the moonlight, because Dean Dong was not surnamed Dong.

His real surname is Fang, and he is an acquaintance.

"It's impossible to go back. Fang Cui's death is owed by me, I am her father and I hurt her in the end... Now that I'm a waster, staying in this orphanage is atonement. “

"You have been hiding from me for many years, and it wasn't until I received the news last week that I realized that the Zhou'er sent ten years ago turned out to be the biological daughter of the head of the family. ”

Dean Dong, or Fang Ming at this moment, looked up to the sky and sighed with a long sigh.

"Only if you have concealed it, can you hide it from Changjing's staring eyes. ”

The figure walked out of the shadow in the corner, and then I saw that it was a middle-aged man with white temples and a simple face, with long dyed white hair hanging down in front of his forehead, lined with a well-groomed pure white suit, which looked particularly eye-catching in the night.

"Miss is also in trouble with you, and with the ability of the old man, what if the true qi is completely lost? If you don't keep depressed in this little orphanage, there is a lot to do, why should you indulge in the past? People always have to look forward. ”

"I, an old man in his last years, don't want to toss anymore, so I don't bother Mr. Chen Youqiao to persuade me. Now that the small West Shore has gathered dragons and tigers, it is still important for Mr. Arihashi to do business. ”

Fang Ming was not an ordinary old man, he was once a rare powerhouse in the Fang Clan, but it was in the past after all, and now he has lost all his skills, and he is no different from ordinary old people.

Chen Youqiao, who was standing opposite Fang Ming, was of course not an ordinary middle-aged man, he was not only a person who was deeply trusted by the head of the Fang family, but also one of the people in power of this giant.

"I heard that Miss had an accident two days ago, thanks to a boy in the orphanage who rescued her, which child is it? ”

"It's a child named Yang Ji, and he hasn't been found since the day Fang Zhou'er had an accident. ”

"If there is news in the future, send him to the Fang family, Miss needs to cultivate loyal subordinates. Chen Youqiao nodded, and said again: "I haven't revealed the true identity of Miss before, please don't take it to heart." After all, there is something special about Miss... In order to prevent accidents, there is only one way to go. “

"Special? Could it be..."Fang Ming's face suddenly showed an extremely shocked expression, and his voice trembled violently unconsciously.

"Don't say it, don't say it. Chen Youqiao shook his head and whispered in his ear: "Old Ming, you also know how much trouble this will cause... After so many years, after all, people can't be resurrected after death, so let's consider coming back. “

Bidding farewell to Fang Ming, Chen Youqiao walked out in a few steps and disappeared without a trace.

A gust of wind blew through the lush banyan trees blooming in the yard, Fang Ming gently rubbed the rough bark, and sighed in a low voice: "Cuicui, my time is running out, I will be able to accompany you soon... This tree was planted the year after you died, and now it's as big as you......"

The old man sat down against the trunk of the tree a little tiredly, took out a cigarette stick from his arms, and picked out a pinch of tobacco from the small cloth bag he carried, gently rubbed it with his hand and filled it into the pipe, blocked the cigarette mouth with one hand, and lit the fire with the other hand with a few efforts, and inhaled a few mouthfuls but was choked and coughed heartbreakingly, until he spit out a string of slowly rising smoke rings, the old man felt that the turbidity in his chest had dissipated some, and looked at the dark night sky and said to himself:

"In the past, when Fang Zhou'er was here, he always controlled my old man and didn't let him smoke, and a bunch of little guys always helped her. Sometimes I think, how nice it would be if you grew up like this? I used to send you too much, but you never let me down, but that time... What a nightmare experience, how nice it would have been if it had been me and not you who had died. “

Wrapped in the cool night breeze, Fang Ming put the cigarette stick on the ground, slowly closed his eyes, and was speechless for a long time.

Who says time can erase everything?

Some things are like a jar of spirits that can't be dissolved, the older it gets, the more bitter it becomes, and the more intense it gets.

These bitterness and fierceness often quietly occupy your mind in the dead of night, and swallow you around that memory.

So you have to drink, you have to drink hard, you have to get drunk to squint and blush, and no longer soak in those memories.

But that's not brave enough.

So over the years, Fang Ming had never been drunk, or even drunk, he stubbornly thought that this was a kind of atonement, but when he thought about it today, he just didn't want to show his vulnerability.

"Forget it. Before you die, you have to find something to do......"

Thinking like this, Fang Ming got up and dusted off his dust, his eyes looking across the night sky on the west coast and looking at the far north.

......

......

It hurts, and it seems to be unbearable as if he has been beaten by a strong man for one hundred and eighty punches.

First it was sour and numb, and then it was a pain that was mixed with a needle pricking axe, chopping knife, chopping sword, and poking at the stuffy iron pot.

But this feeling came and went quickly, so that Yang Ji's grinning and gritting teeth expression suddenly became dazed, and his eyes regained focus.

Getting up from the sticky black water, Yang Ji shook his head, which drove away a little muddy feeling, looked at Li Hun who was unconscious on the ground not far away, and touched his body and always felt that something was wrong.

The wound has healed, and the body is warm as if he has just finished taking a bath, Yang Ji doesn't know how his body has changed, but he feels full of energy, and his tired body for a few days seems to be reborn.

"According to what I said before, Xibin at this time has become an iron bucket, and the departure of Senior Guan must be buying time, I want to leave here as soon as possible!"

Yang Ji understood the truth of the matter after thinking about it, the scene of Guan seniors fainting with a finger was still in his mind, and Li Hun did not have the slightest sign of awakening, but he was relieved, even if the other party was seriously injured, he was not sure that he would be able to face it alone.

"Let's go quickly. It will probably take half an hour to get out of here, but it's enough!" he shuttled quickly through the dark underground system, and suddenly stopped, and said in a daze:

"How do I know how to get out? But I know how to get out?"

At first glance, this passage sounds like a tongue twister.

But in fact, from the moment he woke up, he had some more intuition that often surfaced in his mind, and it was like a compass to guide him.

He clearly remembered the last scene before he fell unconscious, and Guan Senpai must have left him something very important.

But at this point, he didn't have time to think, he should race against time to act.

So Yang Ji simply stopped thinking about it and ran quickly with the feeling in his mind, but the movements were very quiet, and he didn't even splash a few muddy splashes when he crossed the stagnant water.

In the corner, several huge gophers were gnawing on the corpses of their companions, and suddenly raised their heads and looked around, feeling that there seemed to be a vague shadow flashing not far away, and when they opened their blood-red eyes to investigate carefully, they found nothing, but fortunately they had the advantage of being very forgetful, so they continued to have their dinner merrily, without the slightest disturbance.