【Peking Shuangmei】Shell

That's good, he seems to be a stable person.Fang Mengao sat at the coffee table and looked at his younger brother with his legs crossed.

The pendulum went back and forth again, and Fang Mengwei raised his eyes to find that an hour had passed quietly between this conversation.The sound of a child shouting came from downstairs, and Fang Mengwei got up.It is enough to have the words of big brother.

You don't have to think about some things too complicated. My father is with me. If you are fine, my mother will feel at ease when I am on it.

That afternoon, in early summer in Taipei, Fang Mengwei was wearing a short-sleeved shirt, Coca-Cola was on the tea table, He Xiaoyu was talking to a babbling child, Aunt Cheng was holding a plate of fruit, and Fang Buting was full of satisfaction looking at her granddaughter. , and the big brother's sentence, mom will feel at ease on it.

There was also Sun Chaozhong who saw him off at the pier in the morning.It is the most harmonious and beautiful, and it cannot be more perfect.

That afternoon seemed to last only a few seconds, and it seemed to be as long as a century.

So much so that the sentence, "Killed my father and killed Aunt Xie with my own hands", at first it sounded like the music behind a painting at some point.

Cui Boqin, who hadn't seen him for more than a year and grew much taller, looked at Fang Mengwei's gradually changing expression, as if he suddenly realized something.Oops, Uncle Dafang forbids me to tell you.

tell me what?

I... overheard it outside his and Aunt He's room, and he didn't allow me... Who, who did he kill with his own hands?

Cui Boqin never knew that little Uncle Fang, who had never touched him even when he was extremely angry, had such terrifying eyes. The half-year training in the military academy seemed to evaporate from his brain all of a sudden. Shaking so hard that he couldn't pull out the neckline that was being grabbed by the opponent at the moment.

Meng Wei, what are you doing?

Next to the terrace is Fang Mengao holding several bottles of red wine.

Brother, is it true that Boqin said that Mulan was...was...by...?Fang Mengao put down the red wine in his hand and looked at his younger brother.You let him go first.

This command-like short sentence already answers half of the question.Fang Mengwei seemed to wake up now, looking at the young man who was caught by the collar and couldn't breathe, he was hit by shame for a moment, and looked back at his elder brother helplessly, as if he had returned to Shanghai so many years ago, The eardrums were filled with the roar of bomber engines.

Sun Chaozhong stood against the wall by the mahogany cabinet.Stand upright.

I never lied to you about Xie Mulan.I've never used this gun, and it's not easy to get rid of it in one day. You also know that there are disciplines in this kind of thing, and I can't tell anyone!

It seems that all the reasons are quite good.To Fang Mengwei's ears, they are all lightning lines, which alone can cause a raging fire, but they overlap and overlap, as if they are afraid that the firepower will not be enough.

Fang Mengwei didn't answer, but just stared at the man's right hand.His eyes were burning, and Sun Chaozhong raised his hand as if he sensed it.

I know what it means to be trapped in it, and I also know what it means to be controlled by others.Fang Mengwei looked up at him with tears in his face.But he didn't know that the bullet that hit Mulan's chest was fired from Sun Chaozhong's pistol.On the trigger, it was his index finger.

Do you want to avenge her?Sun Chaozhong's question was weak and too cheap, but he had no other choice.

Fang Mengwei glanced at the aluminum box on the table, then at Sun Chaozhong, his chest trembled almost visibly.

If I could go back in time... But Meng Wei, I can't save her, I've thought about it many times, even if I lose my life, I can't save her.That afternoon at the Xishan Secrecy Station, Fang Mengwei’s jeep started the engine, and when Xie Mulan walked into the prison with a heavy face and firm steps on the arm of Professor Liang, no one could save her—at least Sun Chaozhong could not.

It's just you, and it hasn't changed until today.Fang Mengwei said.I……

For a while, no one in the room spoke again.Only Fang Mengwei took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and a mosquito circled endlessly under the lampshade.

It was at this time that Sun Chaozhong discovered that Fang Mengwei's suitcase was left unopened at the door.

He suddenly felt flustered.

In a panic, I wanted to find a rope to tie the person who bowed his head and wiped his face with a handkerchief here, and nailed the doors and windows, just like when a typhoon came.He is a person who looks forward, but it is probably like this, so he has too little back and forth, his feet are clearly on thin ice, and he is still ignorantly looking forward to the spring sun.

you……

He glanced at Fang Mengwei whose shoulders were still shaking.You calm down.I--

Fang Mengwei stared at him.

Yes, I said the wrong thing again.It's just that this situation is too difficult, where is there any living chess to go?

Fang Mengwei looked at the man with the same complexion as the gray shirt.Sun Chaozhong's Adam's apple flickered, and finally stretched out his left hand in front of his eyes.

It's this hand.Not the right hand.

By the way, of course it is the left hand.When Fang Mengwei went to Xishan Secrecy Bureau to meet Mulan for the last time, the man's right hand was already in a bandage.It's just that when I think about the details of that day now, I feel more distressed, and the tears are even more unstoppable.I thought the deceased had passed away, and I would no longer think about it after a long time. Now that I think about it, it's just that the world is cowardly and the pain is too deep, so I don't dare to pay tribute to it easily.If I can relieve you, I will use up my left hand.

On the evening of the day when there was a big disturbance at the police station, Fang Mengwei twisted this arm. He didn't say anything, after all, he thought that the other party was injured, so he didn't do anything serious.Unexpectedly, I found the right head by mistake.

Sun Chaozhong's nails were cut very neatly, and their nails were light red.Fang Mengwei didn't need to look, he clearly knew that there was a plump spiral on the belly of his index finger.

It's just that when he was analyzing fingerprints with Sun Chaozhong while he was lying in Sun Chaozhong's arms, he didn't know that the ghosts of the old man were entangled in the spirals.

Abandoning this hand, Fang Mengwei thought, he thought about it, at least thought about the pleasure of revenge.But what's the use?Don't say anything in return, even a sliver of comfort can't be brought.

I don't want to see you again.

When he said this, Fang Mengwei was calmer than he imagined.

You should not go.Sun Chaozhong took his hand that lifted the suitcase.This is your home.The tone of her usually calm voice also changed.

then you go.I do not go.

Fang Mengwei felt Sun Chaozhong hugging him from behind.

That used to be the warmest embrace in the world, the harbor where he moored.Now it is the most suffocating confinement.

you let me go.Meng Wei...

I count to three, you let go.one.

two.three……

The wooden door was knocked open, and the cool wind blowing into Sun Chaozhong's arms.