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He Bensheng was imprisoned for over a month.

When he was released, he was tall and thin, with a small ankle exposed from his trouser legs.

His voice was deep when he spoke, and he had reached the stage of voice change.

Hua Banzhu, who was imprisoned with him, was imprisoned next door to him.

He was addicted and his body was convulsing on the dirty floor. He cursed, begged and begged the jailer to find him a big smoke, but no one paid any attention to him.

"Kill me! Kill me quickly!" Hua Banzhu was breathing rapidly, his limbs were spasming, and he was moaning in pain.

He Bensheng leaned against the wall like a puppet, his eyes like a pool of waveless water. He seemed to have returned to his childhood, hearing the devilish screams of his addicted father.

The walls of his home became moldy due to leaks and rain, and the tiles above his head were in disrepair for many years and had become tattered. He watched his father become ill year after year, while his mother tolerated him. Hungry and pain accompanied him throughout his childhood.

He was tired of such a decadent and abject life, so he yearned for a new world of positivity and prosperity.

A man whom he had met outside the theater found him, and after contacting him, he explained his purpose.

The man does the organization's undercover work and hopes to cooperate with He Bensheng.

He Bensheng no longer had much to worry about in the world, so the two of them coincided with each other and took advantage of the dinner party to formulate a detailed assassination plan.

Chen Xi went to Nanyang, and it may be difficult to see him again in this life, and He Bensheng was already ready to devote himself to his family and country.

It's just that he didn't intend to drag the leader into the water, but it inevitably got him involved.

After an unknown amount of time, the movement next door stopped. He Bensheng stood up supporting the wall and walked slowly to the iron fence near the flower leader.

The leader of the class was lying on his back with only a faint breath left, and his dry lips were bloodless.

He Bensheng sat down against the railing and accompanied him quietly.

After a while, the jailer brought a sour steamed bun and a bowl of water as usual.

Only then did Hua Qinghan make some movement. He raised his body up with his bony hands and called He Bensheng in a hoarse voice.

He Bensheng responded to him.

He leaned against the railing and talked a lot with He Bunsheng.

He talked about the hardships he endured while practicing Kung Fu as a child, and how proud he felt when he became famous. Finally, he said: "You are a good boy."

The flower leader took his last breath, broke the bowl of water, and wiped his own throat.

He Bensheng thought he would be dragged to the execution ground, but he was released after being imprisoned for more than a month.

After coming out, he heard the news that the Chen family was bankrupt.

He didn't even change his clothes and went directly to the Chen family's mansion.

There was a copper lock left at the door, and someone put a seal on it.

He looked at it from a distance, never feeling so lucky.

Boss Chen is far-sighted and has already planned a way out for Chen Xi.

He Bensheng turned around and disappeared into the crowd.

He left the city, found an organization, took over the man's job, and changed his appearance.

He looks forward to the bright future and strives for the ideal in his heart.

Five years later, He Bunsheng stepped into the land of Pingbei again, in late autumn.

Pingbei was captured, people in the city were panicked, and there were few people on the streets.

When he got out of the car, he bumped into a lame beggar.

The beggar stretched out his hand and called "Master".

The beggar was poorly dressed, but he was quite clean. He Bensheng made no sound or made any move to drive him away.

The beggar was probably a little confused, so he raised his head and glanced at He Bensheng. With just one glance, he ran away.

He Bensheng chased after him.

The beggar plunged into the deep and winding alley, trying to get rid of the people coming behind him.

Relying on his familiarity with the road conditions, he stumbled around a few corners and could no longer hear the footsteps behind him.

The beggar held his hands on the wall and panted heavily. He circled around, made sure to get rid of the person, and then slowly walked toward his residence dragging his lame leg.

"Chen Xi." He Bensheng suddenly appeared in front of him and blocked his way.

The beggar's neck stiffened, and he hid his face and said, "You have recognized the wrong person."

As he said that, he turned around and wanted to run again.

After walking a few steps, he knocked over the debris beside him and collapsed to the ground.

Chen Xi curled up in pain, kicking his legs on the ground, covered in mud.

He grinned, revealing his chattering teeth. He clenched his teeth tightly and let out a small moan from his throat.

He Bensheng had never seen him like this before.

He hurriedly took a few steps forward, knelt down in the mud, and hugged him whole.

Chen Xi's entire face was distorted, the veins on his forehead popped out, and his eyes widened unconsciously. His eyes were panicked and helpless, showing a desperate sign of a dying struggle.

He Bensheng felt his heart clench tightly. He had grown into an adult, but in front of Chen Xi, he could only hug him and felt his brain was numb.

In pain, Chen Xi reached out and grabbed his collar, pressed her whole body on him, and then bit his shoulder.

He Bensheng was in pain, but he didn't push him away...

When Chen Xi said these words, his tone was a little dry. This is really a long, long story.

It looks like he has walked through his whole life in a dream.

After listening, everyone present fell silent.

Although Sister Xuan knew something happened to him before, Chen Xi was unwilling to say anything when she asked him about it, so this was the first time that Sister Xuan heard this story.

When the master said it was "peach blossom miasma", Sister Xuan would never have imagined that it would be a story about two men, or such an old-fashioned story about an actor and a young master.

The civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty were hesitating, but Jiang Ke was relatively immoral, so he directly asked: "Do you like that He Bensheng?"

Chen Xi had no mood swings: "I don't know, it just feels so real that sometimes I get caught up in it."

He is an actor and is sensitive to emotions.

A good actor has strong empathy, and Chenxi has the qualities of a professional actor.

He was involved in this "dream".