Duckweed

The next day was indeed a rare sunny day. Before Xiao Sang went to work in the afternoon, he received a call from the manager on duty in July Liuhuo, saying that Sang Dianyi had brought Mr. Wu up to the top floor, and now all the inside and outside of the store belonged to him. People, the people in the security department are under centralized control and cannot move forward.

Xiao Sang was still a little sleepy at first, but when he heard the news, he became refreshed and hurried to the store.It's really as the manager said, but it's different from the black clothes and sunglasses in Wu Ye's era, lest people don't know it's the head of the club passing by. Sang Dianyi's people are still low-key, and they don't show a uniform or anything to support the scene.

Xiao Sang wanted to check the situation on the top floor, but he was not allowed to approach the private elevator directly to the top floor at all. He also knew the person who came forward to stop him. He was the personal bodyguard who followed Master Wu in the past. Now it seems that he should have changed course. His attitude was polite, "Xiao Sang, you don't want to go up there because you have orders from above."

Xiao Sang said, "Who are you talking about, Master Wu or Young Master Sang?"

The head of the bodyguard said tactfully: "Xiao Sang, the people at the top don't care so much about the affairs of the people below. Whoever serves the bowl is up to whoever cares, not to mention—what Mr. Wu likes himself."

Xiao Sang's heart was beating like a drum, he thought for a while, and finally smiled weakly, "You're right." It turned out that he had unconsciously put his feelings in it, and it was inevitable that he couldn't see the essence of the matter clearly.

Without Master Wu's acquiescence, maybe even encouragement, how could Sang Dianyi succeed so easily?

Thinking about it, Wu Yuntang's conscience has not stopped for more than ten years. Maybe he tried to pursue the happiness of living in power and sensuality, but nothing seemed to help him obtain that tranquility.In the end, he chose this way to withdraw from the center of power, almost handing over his entire wealth and life to others, to the son of an old man—he still couldn't forgive himself after all.

Xiao Sang sat alone behind the desk, took out a pack of cigarettes from the drawer, and lit one for himself.

It is rare for him to come so early, and the sun has not yet set, shining on the earth well.Shards of sunlight leaked in from the low-hanging shutters, and it was almost colorful under the rendering of the smoke.It looks a little different here than at night.

There is prosperity at night as the foundation, and you don’t feel lonely when you are lonely; it’s not good during the day, when the sunlight is filtered, it’s only dazzling, and you can smell the dusty smell when the music is over.

Xiao Sang sank his weight into the chair completely, thinking silently—the era belonging to our generation seems to be almost over.A person like Master Wu can only end up in such a fate... What kind of fate will he end up with?

Master Wu has the kindness to know Xiao Sang, it can even be said that he met Xiao Sang when he was acquainted. Xiao Sang has been nostalgic recently, and he can't help but think of Master Wu when he was young Wu, his calm and melancholy eyes, slender fingers, and occasional smile A little naivety remains... that was also many years ago.The current Lord Wu is detained on the top floor by the son of his enemy, and his life and death are uncertain.

He couldn't help but think of the same place, the murder case many years ago, and the scene of blood flowing into a river when he walked into the room, like a scene in a horror movie-the end of the gangster probably won't be very good.

Xiao Sang is slightly worried for Master Wu.

What will happen to him?Sang Dianyi will avenge his father and shoot him?Or... Xiao Sang thought of the young master's behavior here, and had a premonition in his heart—maybe this is not just a power struggle or revenge story, but there is a stronger persistent force behind it.Sometimes hate is close to love, and love is close to hate... Master Wu, I can only ask for blessings.

Xiao Sang took a drag on his cigarette and forced himself to be a little more indifferent... Maybe he really shouldn't worry too much about Master Wu's safety, and he might not be safer than him.

He remembered Sang Dianyi's words - because he had that kind of relationship with Master Wu, he deserved to die.

Sang Dianyi's refusal to do anything now may be because he didn't take the time. Once he is the emperor and the courtiers, when he frees up his hands, maybe he should wash the courtiers with blood. The first target may be himself.

...well, maybe things are not that bad.But even if this is the case, how many years of career prospects will a person have when he reaches middle age?Seeing that the younger generation has become the pillar of the red card, how much do you need yourself this July?

At the same time, on the top floor of Liuhuo Building in July, Master Wu was sitting in an armchair, calmly waiting for his end.

At this time, he didn't feel any anxiety at the bottom of his heart, the boundary between life and death was opened, and he walked to the poor water, and sat and watched the clouds rise.

Sang Dianyi moved a chair and sat opposite him, looking at him with a smile, "The weather is fine today, how do you feel?"

Master Wu lowered his eyes, didn't look at him very much, and sighed, "Why do you go around so far, it's not like your father—he speaks directly."

Sang Dianyi said: "You seldom mentioned him to me—it seems that you never mentioned him. Do you still love him?—I'm straightforward."

Master Wu raised his eyes to meet his gaze, "Just ask what you want to know, including the password of the safe, I can tell you now - maybe there will be no chance in the future."

Sang Dianyi said: "You misunderstood me. I really want to know if you still love my dead ghost father. But I guess you won't tell me, and you can't tell yourself."

Master Wu said: "I thought you would ask how your father died back then."

Sang Dianyi said: "If I ask, you will lie to me."

Master Wu seemed to have lost the patience to talk to the junior, and he was no longer in his eyes.

Sang Dianyi said: "Actually, I don't really care if you shot the gun to his head. Anyway, you can't escape his death. You killed your brother, you killed Sandor, and in the end you also killed him." You killed yourself—this story is not a good one at all. I don’t want to imagine you living in a nightmare from which you cannot wake up. Besides, what does your entanglement have to do with me?”

Master Wu said in a low voice like a sigh: "It's rare for you to think like this. I thought you kind of mind."

Sang Dianyi really wanted to go behind him, press his shoulders and whisper in his ear, so that he could not only smell the warm and cold smell emanating from his body, but also brush his hair, and feel itchy in his heart , but what he needs at this time is patience and timing.

He lowered his voice and said, "That's because you don't know me—you never wanted to know me. Sandor is more like my mother's sperm donor to me. I didn't know he was busy when I was young." What, I can never see him—I found out later that he has been busy with your brother’s work, and he is busy day and night. Knowing how I think, things might be a lot easier."

There was a half-smile on Master Wu's face, "I probably understand what you mean—after all, your surname is Sang. Unfortunately, I'm not my brother, so I can't wait for those three years."

Sang Dianyi looked at him firmly, "You don't understand, you just know. I'm afraid you are not interested in knowing my feelings for you. I have been telling you these days, and I am not afraid to say it again at this moment— ——I, Sang Dianyi, love you Wu Yuntang, not in a day or two, not in a year or two, but since I can’t remember when I want to be with you. When I was young, I wanted to rely on you, and later I wanted to protect you. Even now I want to be with you Taking your property is also following your will, I never thought of hurting you."

Master Wu was finally moved, but the expression floating on his face looked like a mocking smile, he raised his eyes, "Will you listen if I want you to hurt me?"

Sang Dianyi looked at him, neither of them moved their eyes.

After all, the junior couldn't keep his eyes on him, so Tanshou took out a pistol from his suit, put it lightly on the table, pushed it lightly, and the gun slid forward nimbly and beautifully, and landed on the corner of the table just right.

"If you insist, I'll give you a choice—there's only one bullet here. You can kill me, or you."

Wu Yuntang's eyes followed the pistol all the time, and now she was staring at this beautiful weapon with a good eye.

The scene is so familiar, the same place, even the lines are familiar—"There is only one bullet in this pistol, you decide who deserves to die—me or him."

History repeats itself surprisingly.Time was reversed, everything was regressing at an unusual speed before his eyes, Wu Yuntang only felt his pupils shrink, he was still in place, but there was no Sandor in front of him, and there were a few more people - Sanduo, Wu Yunzhang and Wu Yuntang - another Wu Yuntang, The young Wu Yuntang 20 years ago.

Wu Yuntang, who was old, frail and hopeless, just sat quietly in the armchair and watched the scene of several people falling in love and killing each other, feeling cold in her heart.

His brother was wearing a bed sheet, and his face was bruised from beatings—thanks to the coal boss's client just now.

Soon after Wu Yuntang put the coal boss in, he heard the sound of struggling and cursing in the room. He thought it was inevitable. His brother is now handcuffed to the bedpost, which means that he will be arrested without his hands, but it does not mean that he will spread his legs and let others go to bed. , which made him feel less resentful.However, as the fighting inside escalated, the coal boss howled, followed by the sound of beatings.

Except for Wu Yunzhang's short cry of pain at the beginning, he didn't make any sound after that, and it was impossible to beg for mercy, so he could only hear the moan of the coal boss.

At this time, Wu Yuntang had already begun to feel guilty, restless, wondering if she should regret going in and driving out the clients.

He was afraid of regretting, yet he always seemed to be regretting.

At this moment, things changed suddenly, gunshots and fighting sounds came from the corridor, and he was taken aback for a moment - he expected that Wu Yunzhang's appearance at the auction would alarm that person sooner or later, but he didn't expect him to come so soon!

The door was opened by a few shots from the outside, someone broke the door, Sandor barged in murderously, Wu Yuntang's close bodyguards surrounded him to protect him, but Sandor swept across the room without stopping at anyone, But when he saw the door leading to the bedroom and the groans coming from inside, his face changed drastically, and he kicked open the door of the room and rushed in.

Wu Yuntang's hands and feet were cold, but his heart was churning, as if he was about to burn. He was so excited that he could barely move.

Inside, the coal boss only had time to utter an indistinct syllable. When the gunshot rang out, Wu Yuntang's heart beat heavily. He came back to his senses and walked towards the room.

His men began to engage in hand-to-hand combat with the men Sandor had brought, and the battle was fought in an instant.

He saw the situation inside from the open bedroom door through the chaotic fight.

In the dimly lit room, the first thing you see is the fat and greasy coal boss lying in a pool of blood under the bed. His long hair, which was grown up to cover up his baldness, hangs on the ground. The sad thing is that I have no time to take off my trousers.

On the bed, Sandor wrapped Wu Yunzhang in a sheet and hugged him to comfort him. The way he kissed his lover was warm and gentle. No matter who saw it, he knew how much he loved him.Only the loved one doesn’t seem to feel it, and struggles silently—he has just been greatly stimulated, and then he has been subjected to violent treatment, and only the madness of self-defense and the delusion of being persecuted are left in his mind, and the handcuffs are ripped apart bang.

It was only then that Sandor noticed how he was being treated like this. He wanted to help but couldn’t do it for a while, so he shot a gun to avoid bullets hurting others, and eagerly searched for available things. Only then did he find Wu Yuntang who was staring viciously outside the door .

Sandor strode over, deflected everyone deftly, and pinched Wu Yuntang's neck, "The key to the handcuffs!"

Wu Yuntang felt suffocated for a while, and had lost the opportunity to fight back.

Sanduo fired a shot into the sky in the center of the chaos, and the scene was immediately silent—the thief was captured and the king was captured. Wu Yuntang's men saw that the leader had fallen into the enemy's hands, and the fight seemed meaningless.

Sandor said in a cold voice: "Shut it up!" He has not completely retreated, he is still the godfather of Didu, full of majesty.

They watched as Sanduo dragged Wu Yuntang into the room, then closed the door, and the rest of them looked at each other, and then stood in line to find their own camp to confront each other.

Wu Yunzhang was still rolling and struggling on the bed in the room, maybe he was really crazy.

Sandor forced Wu Yuntang's head with a gun, "Key!"

Wu Yuntang squeezed out a smile, and wanted to say something to make up for it, so that her loss would not be so ugly, but before she could say anything, Sandor hit him on the head with the butt of the gun, "Don't give it to me!" Nonsense! Keys!"

Wu Yuntang was stunned by the beating. He thought he was rarely beaten, and in his impression he had only been shot by his brother. No one had ever beaten him, not to mention that the perpetrator was his first love whom he still had feelings for.

It took some effort for him to hold himself back from yelling in shock like a useless woman, "You hit me?"

He hit him, hit him without hesitation.

So what?Even if he kills him now, he may not blink—in Sandor's eyes, there is no one else but Wu Yunzhang, and there is no need to treat others.

There was a fresh wound on Wu Yuntang's forehead with blood running down, and hatred appeared in his eyes again, "Aren't you afraid that I hate you to the core?"

He was answered with another slap, "Key!"

— This is indeed the answer.

So what about hate, the other party doesn't expect or care about any of his thoughts, it has nothing to do with love or hate.

Wu Yuntang sneered, wiped the corners of her mouth, and said no more.At this time, he didn't want to be like a mother-in-law like a woman anymore, and he tried to save something with words.

Wu Yuntang thinks that she is a man, and a man should use actions more than words.

He took the key out of his pocket.

Sandor was afraid that he had a gun, so he pointed at him and said, "You opened it for your brother! Hurry up!"

Wu Yuntang walked over and uncuffed the handcuffs as promised.

Wu Yunzhang was still dodging and struggling recklessly, resisting everyone's approach without distinction.

Wu Yuntang spent some time in the unlocking process, and he suddenly said, "What are you going to do with me?"

Wu Yunzhang didn't answer, maybe he was disdainful, maybe he didn't hear clearly, but he thought it was the least important thing.

The moment the handcuffs were released, Wu Yunzhang frantically broke away, wrapped in sheets and fled to the corner farthest from them. Sandor put down his gun and chased after them.

At this moment, Wu Yuntang's gun fell into his hand and he raised it.

Sandor had raised his hand to aim at him reflexively for many years, but in the next second he firmly controlled the hand that pulled the trigger, because the opponent's gun was not pointed at him, but Wu Yunzhang in the corner.

Wu Yuntang sneered, "Who's gun is faster than me? Do you dare to bet?"

Sandor said: "...I was going to take him away. He is no harm to you now. Why on earth are you doing this?"

Wu Yuntang smiled sadly, "What do you think I am?"

Sandor was taken aback for a moment, and at this moment he seemed to remember the gentle trap he had set for Wu Yuntang in order to get Wu Yunzhang.He never thought that this trap would backfire a little bit, trapping everyone.

Thinking of this, his tone softened a little, "Even if I'm sorry for you, Second Young Master, just come at me if you have anything to do. I did many things. Your brother is innocent."

Wu Yuntang said, "Innocent? - None of us should be more innocent than the other. Or today I will shoot him to death, and then let you kill him, leaving you to live alone, okay?"

Then Sandor remembered to be reasonable, and lowered his voice and said, "Why do you do this? Why don't you put down the gun, and I will put down the gun, and we will reconcile. It's not a conflict between life and death. I have no intention of harming you. You have hatred I'll let you count slowly."

Wu Yuntang still smiled, "I was a child when you first met me, and I was not sensible-but this is not the reason why you still treat me like a child. What did I do to make you think it is a very useful chess piece? "

Sandor said: "...It was my fault...so I don't plan to hang you anymore, you and that duck, that Xiaosang, didn't you get along well?"

Now that Sanduo still said this, something in Wu Yuntang's heart was completely dead.

He seemed unable to support such a heavy weight any longer, and slowly and feebly put down the hand holding the gun.

Sanduo was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but the next moment he saw the gun fly out of Wu Yuntang's hand and land directly at Wu Yuntang's feet.

He immediately wanted to rush to grab the gun, but it was still a step too late, Wu Yunzhang had already picked it up, and the dark hole was facing him.

Sandor's hair stood on end, more nervous this time.

He didn't think Wu Yuntang would really shoot him just now, at least not with a single shot, but now he was not sure if Wu Yunzhang would kill him—worse, even if he was shot, he couldn't Fight back.

He raised his hand like a head, and threw the gun in his hand on the ground to show that he had no intention of confrontation, and said with a wry smile, "Young Master, I'm here to save you. Put the gun down, let's go."

Wu Yuntangzi said leisurely on the side: "Brother, don't trust him. In fact, he is my ally. Coming to save you is just the beginning of another game. He is not a good person."

Hearing his words, Wu Yunzhang turned his gun to face him.

However, when Sandor tried to approach, the muzzle of the gun turned again, "Don't come over!" Wu Yunzhang's voice was shrill because of fear.

Sanduo regretted not killing Wu Er just now, and actually came up with such a trick to sow discord.

The anxious confession didn't bring back Wu Yunzhang's calmness.

His hands were shaking, but the more he felt like this, the more he felt like he was going to shoot at any moment.

Wu Yuntang spoke again, "Brother, you are not crazy, you know who we are. I am the younger brother who fights against you everywhere. He is your childhood sweetheart who imprisoned you for three years and played with you for three years. The two of us joined forces to destroy your life."

Sandor growled at him in a low voice, "Why are you telling him this?! Don't provoke him anymore!"

But as Wu Yuntang's words settled down, Wu Yunzhang's hand gradually stabilized, his eyes faded from madness, but something else emerged.

Wu Yuntang said: "Are you trying to kill the two of us to avenge yourself? ——Unfortunately, you have to think carefully before that. The matter is not that simple, because——I only gave you one bullet."

Sandor froze.

"There is only one bullet in this pistol, you decide who deserves to die - me or him." Wu Yuntang said slowly, "Brother, I will give you a chance to choose, kill one, and then go with the other - this is Your freedom." He laughed loudly, "Actually, I'm still a little curious - which one of us do you hate more?"

Sandor didn't care about anything else, he was just expressing his feelings for him, "Young Master, I will give you the freedom you want right away! Really, as I promised, I will take you abroad next month , let’s start again in another place together, free, you don’t have to worry about the past anymore. You once told me when you were a child, if you were not born into such a family, you would want to be a traveler, wherever you want Wherever I go, I am willing to accompany you to wander, I have done so much to give you freedom, really! Don’t listen to his nonsense, he is just a little P child who has no love and begs for love, really! What I love is You have always been you!... Young Master, you put down the gun, you don’t have to make this kind of choice, no one forces you to choose, and you don’t force yourself, okay?” The persuasion turned into a begging, Sandor almost seemed to give Kneel down.

Wu Yunzhang was finally moved, tears melted from his eyes, and gradually burst into tears.He is now the only one with a gun in his hand who holds the power of life and death, but he is also the only one who is crying.

Wu Yuntang was also at a loss, he would rather see whose brother's bullet had pierced someone's chest at this moment, than reveal the fragility and softness he had never seen before, like a very good and timid child who made a terrible The dream, woke up from the dream crying looking for my mother.

"Brother..." Wu Yuntang's eye circles were also red, the man opposite him who had been screwed up to the point of collapse was his only relative after all, it was obvious that his brother was suffering tremendously.

Wu Yunzhang knelt on the ground, with the hand holding the gun hanging on the ground, Sandor secretly heaved a sigh of relief, as long as he was still there, it was easy to say anything.

However, he seemed to be relieved too early.

Wu Yunzhang raised his gun again, aiming at his temple with a decisive gesture, Sandor's heart rose to his throat, and he hurriedly stopped loudly: "No!"

Wu Yunzhang's last sentence was: "This is my choice and freedom."

Then he slammed the trigger in front of the two people he was closest to and hated the most.

Wu Yunzhang has experienced blood before and after this, but there is no time like this time - when his brother's plasma splashed on the wallpaper, he fell limply to the ground with the impact of the bullet penetrating his head, his limbs still Twitching slightly on reflex.

Wu Yuntang felt that a part of his own life died with his brother's death. He didn't expect Wu Yunzhang's choice to be like this—not Sandor or himself, his brother chose to run away from them and flee to death.

Sandor rushed to the corpse—yes, it was no longer Wu Yunzhang, but just the corpse of Wu Yunzhang, the warmth was still there, and the soul was soaring, and there was no such person in the world since then.

Sandor squeezed Wu Yunzhang's hand with red eyes, and tried his best to control his emotions, but it was in vain.

He vented his hatred on Wu Yuntang, turned around and picked up the gun that had just fallen on the ground and pointed at Wu Yuntang, "Go and bury him with him!"

Wu Yuntang stared at him blankly, realizing that he was going to kill herself, and said in a low voice, "Why should I always be buried with him? He took away my parents' marriage, my childhood warmth, and Everything that should belong to me, there are so many people who love him and love him, and don't want him to suffer a little bit of grievance, what about me?" His voice gradually increased, "Why do you love him and hurt me by the way?!— —I hate you! Hate you!"

After a gunshot, Wu Yuntang felt that someone had punched him hard in the chest. He stepped back, leaned against the wall, and slid down slowly.

Sandor looked at him dying, and said in disgust: "People like you deserve that you can't be loved by others. No one will love you. A monster like you. I never liked you a little bit, I love you Only Wu Yunzhang."

At this time, the people outside heard the gunshots, and they dared not move rashly at first, but then they rushed in uncontrollably, but the horror inside was shocking—two corpses lay on the ground, and Wu Yuntang, who was leaning against the wall, was clutching her chest, Big balls of blood poured out, but Sanduo, who was still standing at last, didn’t even look at them, walked back to Wu Yunzhang’s side, knelt down to support his head, kissed his forehead, then raised his gun in full view, and drank the bullet suicide.

The gunshots still seemed to be echoing in Wu Yuntang's mind. For the past 20 years, he would return to the original room every year, waiting for the imaginary doomsday judgment in endless torture.

Today seems to be such a day, Sang Dianyi, Sandor's son, in front of him, handed him a gun and asked him to make a similar choice.

The reincarnation of heaven, the son continues the unfinished business for his father, and corrects the deviation of that shot that year - because he has been cold and lonely for so many years, he always suspects that Sandor's shot was intentionally missed in order to stay His life made him suffer endlessly.

Just treat it as a debt to those two people, and after so many years, I should pay it back.

It's better to go back, it's better to go back--

Wu Yuntang stretched out her hand to hold the small and exquisite pistol, feeling nostalgic.

There's a bullet here, there are two people in the room, and choosing one is easy here.

Wu Yuntang pointed the gun at herself and put it down again, "By the way, I forgot to leave you the password of the safe, but I don't have a pen and paper at hand, so I'll just say it once, and you try to memorize it." He said a series of numbers , with a smile on the corner of his mouth, his expression was serene.

Sang Dianyi frowned, "You want to die that much? - Don't you consider other possibilities, such as killing me and continuing to be your Master Wu."

Wu Yuntang shook her head, "Xiaoyi, thank you—in fact, you have always been a good and obedient boy."

After saying that, he raised his gun again and calmly went to die.

The heavily guarded bodyguards outside heard a loud bang inside and knew it was a gunshot. They looked shocked and rushed in to see what was going on.

But seeing Wu Yuntang slumped on the chair, Sang Dianyi picked him up and walked out.

The bodyguard looked carefully at where the injury was, but there was no blood, and he was not sure, so he asked in a low voice, "Master Wu, this is..."

Sang Dianyi sighed, "He's still alive—it's just that he might be dreaming after death."

There is a bullet, but there is no bullet, I am afraid that I will disappoint someone.

Leaving in the car, he hugged Wu Yuntang who had passed out, kissed his forehead, and whispered in his ear: "Just treat yourself as dead once, and forget about the old sesame seed and rotten millet. I can I understand that dead ghost father wants to take his love for himself, but I will not choose the same method as him - this is the biggest difference between me and him. You will know if you know me a year longer."

Behind him, July Fire moved farther and farther away, and finally disappeared in the hustle and bustle of the city.