After I slapped my wife, he wandered the streets

In the closed room, only a floor lamp in the corner was lit, and the light in the room was dim. Pan Xun had a third unsmoked cigarette in his hand, and his eyes fell in front of him. There was a simple set of tea sets on the black marble tabletop. On the other side, a sky-blue envelope was "lying" there quietly.

There was the sound of blood dripping from the entrance near the door. Pan Xun showed a hint of impatience amid the flickering smoke and sparks. He moved his arm that he hadn't lifted for a long time, and opened his lips to say the word "roll".

There was a rustle, most of the people standing in the room retreated, and the two kneeling men trembled even more. Although they were injured and beaten, they bit their lips and dared not make a sound. .

"Patriarch?" The confidant behind him stepped forward, bent down and asked for instructions softly.

Pan Xun casually said "um", his eyes were still locked on the envelope.

"How are they going to deal with it?" The confidant turned to look at another man who was limp on the carpet and didn't know what to do.

Pan Xun moved his chin, and finally he was willing to divert his eyes a little. He glanced at him, retracted his right hand and landed on his knee, and moved forward with his left hand to press the cigarette butt on the table.

"Pull it down." The tone was very light, Pan Xun seemed to find some courage in pressing the hand that put out the cigarette butt, moved a little bit to the side, and finally touched the envelope lightly.

"Please spare us!" Among the kneeling men, the one on the left suddenly begged sharply, "Patriarch, we really didn't leak the secrets of the group, that document, that..." Voice It came to an abrupt end, and the shouting man with red eyes suddenly bowed, and Pan Xun's confidant who stood beside Pan Xun stepped forward at some point, and punched him in the abdomen, knocking him unconscious.

The man whose hands were tied together whimpered when he saw this. Although he had just vomited blood and his lips were still stained with blood, his face was extremely pale.

"I believe." Because of the sudden shout, Pan Xun was startled, and was forced to retract the envelope as soon as his finger touched it. Because of this accident, his eyes were full of gloom, "after the guards hold it, you will know everything." Said."

"Patriarch, I said I..." The only man who was still awake was terrified. He couldn't hold on any longer and opened his mouth to say something, but Pan Xun's patience was exhausted, and without raising his eyes, he directly Order someone to drag them out.

The brown door opened and closed, the screams gradually faded away, the room was still filled with the smell of smoke and blood, Pan Xun resumed his previous "squeamishness", and continued to stare at the envelope.

Because the door was opened, the bright lights in the corridor shone in. Apart from allowing people to see the large bloodstains on the carpet, Pan Xun's cold and hard silhouette seemed to be "softened" a bit.

The confidant next to him retreated again, and there were still two men in the same dress as him standing in the room. The existence of the three of them was silent, as if only Pan Xun was breathing.

"This is..." Maybe 10 minutes, or maybe half an hour later, Pan Xun pressed his fingers on the envelope again. Compared with the previous hesitation, this time he was more decisive, and he closed his eyes. , and slowly confirmed with his subordinates: "Sent from Sif?"

"Yes." The same man from before stepped forward and replied very respectfully.

After Pan Xun asked the question, he raised his other hand from his knee, and with the cooperation of both hands, he tore open the envelope bit by bit.

It seemed that there was drama and poison in it, and he was extremely careful in every movement. First, he stretched two fingers in, and it took a long time to pull out a folded letter paper. There were only a few lines on the paper, which were briefly recorded. 15 years of a man's struggle to survive.

Pan Xun's brows and eyes were furrowed and stretched because of these words, and his eyes were stained with a half-smile.

Bai Qianmian is still so unlucky. When he was with him when he was a child, he was like a star with a head covering. In the 15 years since he left, his luck has not improved at all. There are still some messy people around.

Pan Xun read those short lines over and over again, as if he wanted to find out more descriptions about that person, or tried to smell a bit of the familiar aura of that person through these few cold words.

Hiding in the dark, the three confidantes looked at each other, none of them had ever seen their Patriarch such a "gaffe".

What else was written at the end of the letter, Pan Xun rubbed the words with his thumb, shook the envelope, and two blurred photos fell to the table.

Although we haven't seen each other for 15 years, and even though the photos are blurry, Pan Xun still recognizes the familiar person at a glance. In one of the photos, Bai Qianmian is holding a bucket, looking sideways and looking in a certain direction I am smiling, just like 15 years ago, that smile is bright and carefree, as if I don't know the sufferings of the world.

Such a smile shouldn't appear on the face of a man who is working hard for his livelihood, but as long as he thinks of this person's name, Pan Xun doesn't feel that it is against him.

He is afraid that some things have never changed, and he is also afraid that some things have long since become unrecognizable.

"Patriarch?" Seeing that Pan Xun caressed the two photos first and then suddenly kneaded them into a ball, Kapok was really worried and dared to speak out.

Pan Xun let go of his fingers, seeing that the facial features of the person in the photo were "distorted" by his own efforts, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, he stood up and ordered: "Let Hyacinth come back and get ready..." He paused After a pause, the two confidantes in the corner looked over together, and Pan Xun continued: "In three days, we will set off for Sif."

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"Xiaobai!" Throwing down the rag, the middle-aged man who was cleaning the car sniffed, and greeted the people under the car: "Okay, you can eat first."

"The inside of the car hasn't been cleaned yet." Hearing the greeting, another young man came out from under the car. This car wash shop is not big, and at most three cars can be parked at the same time.

"Xiao Chen and the others are here. It's freezing cold, and the food will be cold in a while. Hurry up." The middle-aged man said as he took off the plastic wrap from his body, sneezing and walked out.

Bai Qianmian spent the whole morning washing tires and car chassis on his stomach, and he finally stood up straight. His back was so sore that he couldn't bear it, and knocked back with his right hand. He and the two colleagues who walked in from outside nodded and said, "Then let's go first. gone."

"Go!" With a cigarette in his mouth and dyed yellow and green hair, Chen Liu casually waved.

Bai Qianmian glanced at the clock on the wall, thinking why she didn't even bother to take off the plastic wrap on her body, and just ran outside.

The man who washed the car with him saw him running fast, and called him from behind, "Xiaobai, don't you want to eat?"

"Don't eat!" Bai Qianmian faced the cold wind without turning her head, "I'll be right back."

From six in the morning to twelve noon, they had a half-hour break for eating, and he had to be back before that.

Sev can see potholed roads everywhere, different forces are fighting back and forth, even residential areas are not uncommon to see remnants of bomb craters, Bai Qianmian skillfully avoids all the potholes while running, dexterously crossing the streets and alleys, and soon he ran out Covered in thin sweat, the hot air exhaled from his mouth was used by him to kiss his "frozen" hands.

Fortunately...he finally arrived at the appointed place, because he ran too fast, his chest felt tight, and he could smell blood in his mouth.

Supporting his knees with one hand, he bent over and breathed heavily. First, he saw a pair of black leather shoes in front of his eyes. These shoes were polished by the owner, and then he saw dark jeans that did not match the shoes. Stand up and see the face of the owner of the shoe clearly.

On this cold day, the other party was wearing a brown coat with the zipper open on the chest. An iron chain as thick as a thumb was hung on the clothes inside, and there was an exaggerated tiger head pendant on the chain.

"You..." Waiting for her breathing to be easier, Bai Qianmian raised her eyes, "When did you come?"

"It's been a while," the young man who had arrived half an hour earlier was very impatient, "what's the matter?"

"You..." Bai Qianmian was thinking about words, her eyes fell on the tiger head pendant on the opponent's chest, she gritted her teeth and said, "Are you still going to Chen Badao's territory now?"

"You don't mind my business!" The young man put one hand in his pocket, and then took out a cigarette from his trouser pocket to light it, and he let out a long breath, "Where do you want to get money from?"

"But you're going to have an accident sooner or later!" Bai Qianmian lowered her voice and approached the other party. He was only as tall as the man's chin, so he had to raise his head to speak, "You offended Chen Badao, how can you live in this neighborhood in the future?"

What's worse is that once discovered, they might die on the spot.

"You're going to say this?" Feng Jin threw the crumpled cigarette to his feet, and was about to leave with a flick of his hand.

Bai Qianmian knew that he couldn't persuade him, if it was useful, he would have been obedient a few times earlier, seeing that Feng Jin was about to leave, he hurried forward, holding his arm with both hands.

"What else do you have to say, it's over..." Because of his force, Feng Jin stopped, turned sideways and was about to shout, when he felt the temperature of Bai Qianmian's fingers, he stopped with a stinky face.

Bai Qianmian shook her head, said in a panic, "I won't say anything, just wait."

Still holding onto it with one hand and refusing to let it go, Bai Qianmian took out the rolled banknotes from the pocket next to her body, "This is my salary from last month, you take it first."

"You..." Feng Jin's face was still ugly, he didn't reach out to pick it up immediately, and said dryly: "Is there enough food?"

"Enough." Bai Qianmian stuffed the banknotes he just got into his pocket, and asked with concern, "Have you visited Xiaoyu these two days?"

Feng Jin hesitated for a while, but finally did not refuse the money, "I went there three days ago."

"Go there more when you have time," Bai Qianmian carefully explained, "Xiaoyu hasn't been able to eat much recently, so she can be happier if you go there."

"En." Feng Jin hoarse, the hand in his pocket tried harder and harder, and it took him a long time to hold back a sentence, "You should also dress warmly."

"Okay." Bai Qianmian smiled, from the corner of her mouth to her eyes, "Then I'll go back first."

"En." Feng Jin replied again.

Bai Qianmian was still standing where he was, and said he was going back, but his feet didn't move, he raised a hand and waved it.

Feng Jin, who was planning to see him leave first, pursed his lips. He just saw that there were many cracks on Bai Qianmian's fingers, because he was soaked in cold water every day, and blood oozes from the pus, which was unbearable. look straight at.

"I..." Feng Jin wanted to say something, but he swallowed all the words, and he didn't need to repeat, "Then I'm leaving?"

"Yeah." Bai Qianmian nodded with a smile, looked at the person turned around and took more than ten steps before turning around and starting to run again.

He ran back to the car wash shop within the stipulated time to start his busy afternoon, unaware that a prominent man thousands of miles away was throwing a tantrum because of him.

"Did I ask you to prepare these things?" Pan Xun condescendingly looked down at the steward, sweating all over his body. He walked back and forth beside the convoy, and many tall and burly bodyguards were carrying the items that had just been put on the car.

"It's the subordinate's fault." Kikyo lowered her head, feeling like she was about to have a heart attack.

Pan Xun took a few steps on the spot, but was still displeased, "If you are so energetic, don't worry about guessing my intentions."

"Yes." Kikyo slammed one hand behind her, signaling the bodyguards to tighten up.

Pan Xun was still dissatisfied, and stood there with a gloomy face. Under the steps, Hyacinth, who had just rushed home, was leaning against Kapok and whispering, "What's wrong with the owner?"

"..."

Without getting a response, Hyacinth turned her head to look at Violet on the other side, and said to herself as if relieving her embarrassment: "Could this be men's menopause?"