【Lou Cheng】Clear tea and wine

Eye: "Maybe I'm leaving, I'm a little emotionally unstable, I like the name Tomorrow very much, so let's call it that."

"Okay." Minglou rubbed his hair: "Tomorrow, I have to travel on the train all day, so let's go to bed early."

Mingcheng nodded, leaned against Minglou's warm embrace and slowly closed his eyes.

The next day Minglou sent Mingcheng to the train, and Mingcheng stuck his head out of the window to say goodbye to Minglou.Minglou wanted to reach out to shake Mingcheng's hand, but he dodged it without a trace, and just said politely: "Brother, goodbye."

It was only then that Minglou remembered that their relationship was still very tense outside, and he responded with a polite smile: "Goodbye, remember to come back early."

The whistle of the train sounded, and it was about to drive away.

Mingcheng suddenly remembered something and said to Minglou: "Brother, I seem to have forgotten something under the bed, please go back and help me put it away."

Minglou blinked his eyes strangely.

Mingcheng smiled back with an indescribable smile.

The train had already started, Mingcheng waved at Minglou, and retreated into the carriage.

Minglou stood in place and watched the train go away until it disappeared from sight.

Ah Cheng, have a good journey.

(eleven)

After Minglou saw off Mingcheng, he went back to the office directly. The sky was gloomy, and it seemed that it was going to rain. He wrapped his coat tightly. It was getting colder this autumn.

Three or four hours had passed since Minglou was working and meeting at his desk. He reckoned that Mingcheng would be almost here, so he called the mansion in Nanjing.

The old butler who answered the phone was taken aback, and answered tremblingly, explaining that Cheng called yesterday and said that he was not going, so there was no need to wait for him.

Minglou's heart tightened, and he hung up the phone in a daze, as if thinking of something, with a pale face, he grabbed his coat and ran out the door.

Sure enough, it was raining, and the cold drops seemed to penetrate into the bones.Minglou ran in such a hurry that he didn't bring an umbrella at all, letting the wind blow his coat away and the rain wet his hair.

His knuckles were turning white while he was holding the steering wheel, and he stepped on the gas pedal vigorously. The piles of clothes that he always tidied up were indiscriminately piled on him, but he didn't have the time to tidy them up.

He remembered what Mingcheng said to him at the station, and his mind was buzzing. A sentence he had put on his mind, now felt a bit of parting from life and death.

Ah Xiang was startled by the sound of Ming Lou breaking into the door, and even asked a few words about the young master.Minglou didn't answer her, but rushed back to the room without looking back, knelt by the bed and reached out to reach for the things under the bed.

What the fingertips touched was the soft cloth, Minglou paused, retracted his hand as if getting an electric shock, and then closed his eyes in pain.

He knelt on the spot for a long time.

Finally, as if he had made up his mind, he finally pulled out the things under the bed with trembling fingers.

It was the baby's clothes and shoes neatly arranged.

Minglou's eyes turned red instantly.

They were carefully selected one by one by him and handed over to Mingcheng himself.

Minglou picked up the letter on the top, clutched it tightly, but didn't have the courage to open it.

He was afraid it was a suicide note.

Scene after scene played back in his mind.

Mingcheng nestled in his arms and asked him what the child's name should be.

Mingcheng grabbed his clothes and sobbed, his whole body trembling.

Mingcheng said in a hoarse voice, yes, I can't bear it.

Finally he said,

Brother, goodbye.

Ming Lou seemed to have suddenly lost his strength, and fell down.Hitting his back against the bedside table and knocking over the water glass on it, the water overflowed the table and soaked his shirt, but Minglou didn't seem to notice until the water dripped onto the letter and wet a corner, he Only then wiped it off with trembling hands, and then opened the letter.

Ming Cheng's beautiful and vigorous fonts caught his eyes, and every single word was painful.

"Brother:

It's 2:[-] in the morning and it's getting a bit chilly, time to add an extra layer of clothing.You were fast asleep when I left, and I am writing this letter to you in my old room.

Some words, after all, I still can't say it, I can only write it on paper and wait for you to read it.

Sorry, I lied to you.The call in the afternoon was not from Dr. Su, but from Aunt Gui.Organizationally, new orders have also been issued, but I have not reported to you.I know you must be very angry, but I hope you can read my next words.

When Xu He was assassinated in the Army Hospital last time, we spared a Chinese nurse.She is now caught by Yoshimasa Fujita's daughter Keiko Fujita and identified me. As long as the Japanese see the bullet marks on my shoulders, I will not be able to hide my identity. I expect they will arrest me on the train.None of us thought that Aunt Gui would be Fujita Keiko's running dog. She was lurking near the Ming Mansion, watching us every day.She knows I'm an omega, so even if we can fool everyone, we can't fool her that I have your child. "

Minglou's hand holding Mingcheng's letter tightened uncontrollably, but stopped abruptly when he crumpled the letter paper

"...Brother, promise me to be calm. It was the first time I saw you so flustered when my eldest sister had an accident. I can't even imagine how sad you must be now.

You said that our child is called Tomorrow, which is such a beautiful name, I really like it.But when I thought that I might not be able to give him this tomorrow, I couldn't help feeling guilty and sad. "

The paper was wrinkled after the water dried up, and even the trembling handwriting left by the pen was blurred.Minglou couldn't help but think about how Mingcheng sat under the dim light and wrote with tears yesterday. He was sobbing so hard that he couldn't even hold the pen steady.

"...Brother, I will do my best to protect the child, so no matter what happens, you must put aside your relationship with me and protect yourself.

In the eyes of the outside world, our relationship is not good, and it is not surprising that I betrayed you for revenge.As for the child, it was just an accident after drinking.The task of the organization this time is to provide false information to the Japanese military like the Dead Time Project. My identity has been exposed, so I am the best candidate.

Brother, I know you will definitely not agree to this plan, but I must do this matter.

This is my duty and my mission.

Farewell is imminent, let's talk about other things, those who always want to tell you but can't say it..."

Minglou read the letter word by word, and then gently placed it on his knee.

The curtains flew up, and a gust of wind blew through the open window, scattering the letter paper all over the place.

Minglou raised his head, holding back the tears welling up in his eyes.

Ah Cheng, your plan is brilliant.

Completed the mission perfectly and protected everyone.

...except yourself.

Ah Xiang waited at the door for a long time, Ming Lou finally opened the door and walked out.

His face was calm, he had put on new clothes, he was tall and straight, and his hair was combed meticulously.

He told Ah Xiang that the rainstorm was coming.

Then he held up his umbrella and plunged into the thunder and lightning without looking back.

Ash looked into the room.

On the table was a small pile of burnt ashes, blown by the wind and dissipated.

Ono Hideichi was sitting in the office of T-Tech and waiting, and beside him stood several soaked men who escorted Mingcheng to Nanjing.

Minglou pushed open the door abruptly, then froze in place.

"Why are you here?" He looked at the person in front of him incredulously: "Where is Ah Cheng?"

"Mr. Ming, Mr. Ah Cheng..." The person at the top was terrified by Ming Lou's tone, and said falteringly, "He was taken away by Keiko Fujita..."

"Fujita Keiko?" Minglou looked puzzled, and angrily pulled out his gun and pointed it at the person: "I don't know who this person is, but please explain to me clearly why you guys are fine, but Ah Cheng was taken away?"

"Mr. Ming!" The man was so frightened that he knelt down and explained in a panic, "Mr. Ming, spare your life! Mr. Ming, spare your life! As soon as the train left Shanghai, our seats were surrounded by Japanese with guns. They took it away, they left us alive and said let us come back and let you know..."

"How dare you come back to see me like this?!" Ming Lou pulled the safety button and was about to shoot.

"Mr. Ming." Xiaoye Xiuyi, who had been silent all this time, stood up and looked at him with a half-smile: "Don't get excited, this is my office, I don't want to see blood."

Ming Lou heard his words and did not move further.He maintained the posture of pointing the gun at the man's head, his chest heaved violently twice, and finally put down the gun resentfully:

"Okay, I'm also wanting to hear Mr. Ono's explanation."

Hideo Ono waved his hand and asked the Japanese soldiers in the room to take those people down.

The door was shut tightly, leaving only the two of them in the room.

"Mr. Ming, please sit down." Ono Hideichi put the teacup in front of the seat in front of Ming Lou: "Calm down first."

"My secretary was hijacked by the Japanese for no reason," Minglou said coldly, "How do you tell me to calm down?"

"I think Mr. Ming has misunderstood." Hideo Ono still didn't change his expression, "This Keiko Fujita is not from our Japanese military. I think Mr. Ming should be able to guess her identity." Hideo Ono paused: " Yoshimasa Fujita's daughter."

"Fujita Yoshimasa's daughter?" Ming Lou frowned: "Why did she arrest Ah Cheng?"

"Then I have to ask Mr. Ming." Ono Hideichi showed a playful smile, "According to the person's statement just now, this Keiko Fujita pointed out that his father's death was related to you."

"Nonsense!" Minglou slapped the handle of the chair heavily: "The crime of killing Mr. Fujita was charged on my head without evidence, and Mr. Ono actually believed it like that?"