I traveled through time without patched pants, I was the richest man in the Republic of China

Wu Ziyang looked at the photo in his hand, his pupils contracted violently, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, as if he was struggling internally.

Lu Pingsheng's words and the photo in front of him had a huge impact on him.

Something powerful and exaggerated was running rampant in his mind and limbs, making it impossible for him to control his body and thoughts.

"What, what is happening!" Wu Ziyang struggled to find his voice, staring at the familiar yet unfamiliar face in front of him.

In the dispute between Xu Manhua, Li Xiaoya and Wu Ziyang, Lu Pingsheng has never been a bystander.

When Xu Manhua was paranoid and couldn't find a way out, he introduced her to Jinling. The two of them had carried out the mission of assassinating Kudo Ishigami together, killed traitors together, and stolen intelligence together, and they cooperated very well.

He had long regarded Xu Manhua as her comrade-in-arms.

Even though he knew that he needed to kill Xu Manhua immediately after she betrayed him to avoid being exposed, he never took the initiative to do it.

She could have lived. As long as she sold herself as Yukiko Matsui expected, she would have had a chance to live.

But she died.

When Xu Manhua died, she looked into his eyes, telling him that she had never betrayed him or the country.

She could have survived.

But she was too paranoid. She loved Wu Ziyang, but because of love she turned into hate. She hated Li Xiaoya and wished she could live forever.

She was supposed to uncover the truth herself, but she didn't have the chance, so she let herself do it.

She told herself that when he buried her with the child, he knew that Xu Manhua had left something in the church.

But he didn't expect that she would leave behind such a heartbreaking truth.

After opening the contents of the envelope, he felt that everything in this world was a matter of fate and coincidence.

Thinking of this, Lu Pingsheng's heart, which had been soft because of Wu Ziyang's struggle and pain, quickly hardened.

"You don't even know your own parents?" Lu Pingsheng asked calmly.

Of course Wu Ziyang knew his parents, but the father in his memory was gentle and refined, and his mother was elegant and sophisticated, definitely not the numb and desperate faces in the photos.

"You lied to me, didn't you?" Wu Ziyang looked at Lu Pingsheng pleadingly with his peach blossom eyes, hoping that he would nod.

"Zi Yang, you were responsible for the Yiyuan Hotel bacterial bomb case from beginning to end. I heard that the diary in the hand of the person who committed suicide recorded a lot of things in detail."

Wu Ziyang's body seemed to be stuck in the mud, and the more he struggled, the deeper he sank.

Of course he knew that there was more detailed information provided by the intelligence department of the consulate than just the diary.

In the secret bacteriological unit in Kanto, the person in the photo in his hand is not a human being, but a "road master". The original meaning is a peeled piece of wood, not a human being.

Okamoto Juku wrote in his diary that there was a barked old tree in the open space of their laboratory. Whenever he was under too much pressure or achieved something, he liked to stare at the barkless old tree that looked like a white skeleton.

When Wu Ziyang was reading this diary, he was disgusted by the viciousness and perversion of the Japanese, and also lamented the weakness of his country. But whenever he returned home and saw Li Xiaoya's gentle smile and a table full of his favorite food, all these emotions and grief would disappear.

"Nine years ago, the Northern Expedition failed, and Nong's parents took Zihao to Jinling..."

"Don't say it, don't say it, please!" Wu Ziyang clutched the letter and photo in his hands painfully, as if if Lu Pingsheng didn't tell anyone, the incident had never happened.

"Do you still remember that when Laba was just recovering at the Wei family, he suddenly went crazy and bit Li Xiaoya?"

Wu Ziyang shook his head and pleaded, "No, I don't remember!"

How could he not remember that when he first saw Laba, who was so thin that he could not even look like a human, his heart was filled with sympathy. It also flashed through his mind that Zihao and his parents left Jinling when they were also about the same age.

Then he laughed at himself again. Zihao was a greedy boy just like A Miao. The fair and tender little fat boy was the most delicate, with chubby cheeks that always made people want to rub them.

"Brother, mom said that you can't pinch your cheeks all the time, or you'll drool."

He smiled and squatted down to be at eye level with Zihao, hugged the little cub who still smelled of milk and teased:

"Drooling is caused by wanting to eat something, and has nothing to do with pinching your face."

Zihao rolled his eyes and nodded obediently, "Then big brother, can you feed Zihao some delicious scallion pancakes? This way, Zihao won't drool, and mom won't notice!"

Seeing how serious his brother was, Wu Ziyang was overjoyed. He carried the chubby baby on his back and rushed out of the yard.

His mother, who was reading upstairs, would always come out and gently remind him not to be reckless.

He agreed casually and took the fat boy to Grandma Cui's house at the entrance of the alley to buy scallion pancakes.

"Zihao, shouldn't Zihao be fifteen years old? He..."

Wu Ziyang turned his head to look at Laba lying beside the lion. His small body was curled up into a ball, just like the naive little dumpling in his memory who was nestling in his arms and acting coquettishly.

“Uncle Li, no, why would Li Vian still do this!”

Li Weian is Li Xiaoya's father, and he has a very good relationship with Wu Ziyang's father.

"Because his name is Araki Vian!"

After Lu Pingsheng finished speaking, he didn't look at Wu Ziyang's painful face and continued:

"Since the Sino-Japanese War of 1894-1895, the Japanese have formulated a plan to annex China. For decades, all the people have been soldiers. The Kanto Reclamation Group exists openly, and there are countless hidden lines, such as people like Li Xiaoya's father, Araki Uian."

They were born and raised in the East, and their living habits, language and culture are no different from those of Oriental people, so they were awakened at the critical moment.

On one side is a country with constant wars, miserable people and backwardness and ignorance, and on the other side is the East Asian empire with the same blood and great power. It is easy to find a sense of identity.

"Just because my father discovered Li Wei'an's identity, they took advantage of my eldest brother's incident and designed a plan for my parents to rush to Jinling, but actually sent them to Guandong?"

Wu Ziyang felt that life was really absurd.

"Zi Yang, you are not stupid, on the contrary you are very smart. You didn't notice Li Xiaoya's abnormality at all. If you didn't notice it, why didn't you just walk away and get recognition from me?"

Lu Pingsheng’s time is precious. If it weren’t for Xu Manhua, he wouldn’t want to waste time on such things.

"Or why didn't Laba attack anyone else but Li Xiaoya?"

Wu Ziyang wanted to ask Lu Pingsheng to stop talking, but he couldn't open his mouth. He breathed heavily and then felt nauseous and retched.

Xiao Wuzi said that when people are under great stimulation and pain, they will not cry or scream, but will only retch and feel nauseous.

It turns out it's all true.

Time passed minute by minute, and Wu Ziyang seemed to have finally digested everything. He slowly put away the letters and documents, and looked at Lu Pingsheng with a dull expression.

"Ah, it's funny."

Lu Pingsheng shook his head, obviously not wanting to discuss such things. He pointed to the kid in the yard who was playing with Yuanbao after waking up.

"Laba is also one of the 'wooden' ones. He was injected with an immature injection that inhibits his growth, so he will always look like this."

There was something he didn't say, which Wu Ziyang also knew, and that was that Laba would not live past the age of twenty.

For the first time, Wu Ziyang felt the warm sunlight was dazzling and turned away without saying a word.

The information that Lu Pingsheng said was collected by Xu Manhua in great detail, combined with the photos in his hands.

He could imagine how much suffering his parents and brother had endured.

But what about him?