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Chapter 90 Taro

When Teng Cuo and Uncle Pang walked out of the small building together, the sky was already occupied by the sunset, and Teng Cuo was dazzled by the fading sunlight so that he closed his eyes.He sniffed in the dark, but there was still a strong smell of blood lingering at the tip of his nose.

Uncle Pang stood beside him and said calmly, "Teng Cuo."

Teng Cuo didn't open his eyes, moved his neck, and said quickly: "I have something to say."

"One month later, we will see the first batch of research results." Uncle Pang repeated Ye Sheng's words in a steady and cold voice.

"I'm not a fairy," Teng Cuo raised his eyebrows and opened his eyes, and said, "It takes three months to grow any flower, let alone a flower that hasn't been planted after more than 20 years of busy night life."

"It's not for you to succeed, but for you to really start to do it." Uncle Pang said in his usual unsteady voice, "You and your research are now the conditions for Xiao Guo to save his life."

"Ugh," Teng Cuo said honestly, with a strange expression, "I'm so scared."

The setting sun hides behind the mountains, and the night arrives as expected in the dwindling rain.

***

Yesheng didn't rest last night, and his state and mood are very bad today.When Uncle Pang returned to the laboratory, he had already got out of the wheelchair with his arms outstretched, sitting on the floor, leaning against the mini greenhouse, staring at his poppies at close range.

"It's in bud," he smiled at Uncle Pang and said, "It's full of hope."

Uncle Pang came over and gently stroked the top of his hair.When Ye Sheng was willing to look away from the poppies, Uncle Pang knelt down beside him and told what happened in Mr. Chen's small building that evening.

"Hmm... not bad." Ye Sheng savored every sentence carefully, and then said, "Then let's keep our word and stop staring at other people's younger brother... What a pity , I seem to have seen Mr. Chen lose his composure with my own eyes."

He held out his hand to Uncle Pang, and Uncle Pang got up and helped him into the wheelchair.Uncle Pang just took a look as usual and had to leave now. Yesheng sent him to the door.

Uncle Pang turned the key, turned around before opening the door, and said in a low voice, "Don't worry, I will take care of the outside affairs for you."

Yesheng looked up at him for a while, and then he said like a child who got candy, "Thank you, Uncle Pang. Really, thank you."

Uncle Pang did not speak, but patted Yesheng on the shoulder. He looked down like this, and Yesheng's eyes were very bright.It was these moments that made Uncle Pang stunned and determined. The young man in front of him was still the child he had taken care of since he was a child. No matter what his temperament was, this person was always born at night.Back then, the little guy who only reached his knees opened his arms towards him, and his days of taking human lives for a living were put in the past. He couldn't describe the so-called relationship between father and son. depend on each other.

"I'm leaving," Uncle Pang said suddenly, "little guy."

The heavy door was closed, and Ye Sheng sat for a while before turning the wheelchair.Someone came out of the rest room connected to the laboratory. The tall and thin man did not step forward, but looked at Yesheng from a distance.

"Professor Wen," Ye Sheng said politely, "are you resting?"

Wen Yue nodded, fastened the button of his white coat, and asked, "Has Uncle Pang been here?"

"Well," Yesheng said, rolling the wheelchair back to the side of the greenhouse, "come and see me."

The overhead light directly shines on Wen Yue's face. He is nearly forty years old, and he is very handsome. He has a fair face and sharp eyes, but for some reason he always gives people the feeling of being in a weak position.Yesheng inherited his eyes, but they were more sinister than his, and there were schemes hidden in those shadows, a strength that Wen Yue did not possess.

"Yesterday," Wen Yue looked at Ye Sheng's side face, "did you go to see her?"

"Yes." Yesheng leaned back on the wheelchair, looking very comfortable.He smiled slowly at Wen Yue, and asked, "After all these years, you still can't pronounce her name?"

Wen Yue said: "I just—"

"You are afraid," Ye Sheng interrupted him, and said bluntly, "You are afraid of the three words 'Ye Jianxi', and everything that this name represents."

He seemed to be in a particularly bad mood tonight, staring at Wen Yue with endless gloom, and continued: "Perhaps you want your mother to die so that you don't have to be reminded of your cowardice and hatefulness all the time. But it's impossible , Professor Wen, as long as I live, my mother will live."

"You..." Wen Yue almost took a step back, "Yesheng, you don't understand..."

"Whatever you say," Ye Sheng said as he approached Wen Yue slowly, "you are not worthy of being her lover, nor anyone's father. It is impossible for you to fight to the death for the love in your heart , Professor Wen, that is the hope I gave up a long time ago."

"No," Wen Yue said bitterly, "Don't, Ye Sheng, don't say that."

Ye Sheng continued to turn the wheelchair, raised his neck and said, "Look, what you look like now." He stopped in front of Wen Yue, and couldn't help laughing, "Actually, you had a chance, but you gave up time and time again. Yes. My mother once begged you, and so did I, take her away, take us away, stand up and resist, even if death is the established end. But you choose to bow down to Mr. Chen, Mr. Chen is the instigator, and then you push the flames, that is Because of you, my mother and I are stuck here."

"I..." Wen Yue didn't say anything in the end, he looked dull and tired, but he was a genius, and he had a pure, brave and high-spirited life before.But just like what Yesheng said, he is too cowardly, if a gun is placed in front of him, his legs and feet will soften, and his mind will soften.

"One day, I will take my mother away," Ye Sheng said firmly, "I will punish everyone, including you. Just wait, Professor Wen."

"Ye Sheng," Wen Yue opened his eyes wide, "What are you going to do? Mr. Chen will know. Have you already done something?"

"I won't tell you." Yesheng shrugged and said harshly to his biological father, "Call me Uncle Pang, but that's the father I believe, you have no chance."

The hatred is thick and thick, making it difficult to breathe.Ye Sheng turned around, and Wen Yue stood behind him, both of them were dying of pain in this war that was destined to have no winner.

***

Chen Liang was buried two days later, on the top of the short mountain. Mr. Chen and a few cronies went to offer their condolences.Others in the village seemed to be unaffected, but the fate of the potato was still thrown in the yard, and anyone passing by could see it.The pile of flesh soaked in human blood was soaked by the rain, surrounded by flies and insects, and the bones underneath were exposed amidst the stench.

The accident of his sons hit Mr. Chen deeply. He stayed in bed for more than ten days without getting sick, but he looked older than before.During this period, Teng Cuo has been by Mr. Chen's side. He has no real power in his hands, but Mr. Chen treats him very unusually.At the moment of such a major change, he seemed to become closer to Mr. Chen who had suffered a blow.

The second floor of the small building was still burning with light incense, Mr. Chen had already fallen asleep, and the two medical staff who came to take care of him walked very lightly.Teng Cuo didn't stay long, the rain stopped two days ago, and the bodyguards cleaned up the body of Yangyu, but the soil was still a little dark red.

He stamped his feet in the gloomy light of dusk, luckily he still had sugar in his pocket.In fact, he was a little irritable, because he hadn't contacted Xiao Guo for nearly half a month, and he didn't know anything about Yiwei Town and Chenzhong. Pass.

When he was about to leave, he saw Little Taro, still the same as before, with a rifle on his back, and for some reason he was rather haggard.Little Taro saw him and called out "Brother Teng", his eyes still fixed on the pool of blood in the yard that probably wouldn't go away for a while.

Even if the child was haggard, there was baby fat on his face, so Teng Cuo threw another candy to him.Little Taro caught it, pinched the edge of the package, and said thank you very dullly.

Teng made a mistake to leave, and when he brushed past Xiaoyu, he said, "Don't look at it."

Little taro moved his eyes away from the place where the potato had been lying before, and looked at Teng Cuo.The man was standing on the narrow path eating a lollipop, with one hand out of place, and the candy looked like a cigarette.But looking at the side face is very enjoyable. When the neck is slightly raised, the lines are revealed, which is smooth and white.

"Children's house, find something good to watch," Teng Cuo raised his hand to remove the rubber band that tied his hair, raised his chin at the distant mountain peaks, and said, "Look far away and see the scenery."

The candy is under the candy paper, and it tends to soften after being pressed by the little taro's fingertips for a long time.Little Taro began to dismantle it, bowed his head in silence for a while, and suddenly asked, "Did Mr. Chen kill him?"

Teng Cuo rubbed the back of his head, which hurt a little from being pulled, and said, "Yeah."

"Why," Little Taro stammered and whispered, "Why?"

"For," Teng Cuo said with a sideways glance at him, "his sons."

Little taro ate the candy and asked, "Will I die like this in the future?"

"What?" Teng Cuo raised his head and moved his neck, approached him slightly, and asked, "Are you afraid of death?"

Little Taro looked at the yard, then at Teng Cuo.The child looked like he was about to cry, but finally nodded and said, "Yeah."

"It's okay," Teng said with a wrong smile, "I'm afraid too."

Then he pressed the little taro's head and turned the person around, saying, "Still watching?"

Little Taro said shyly, "I won't watch it."

Patrolling bodyguards passed by them, Little Taro subconsciously lowered his head, his chin almost reaching his chest.Teng Cuo felt that he was boring, and just as he was about to leave, he heard him say, "He didn't betray Mr. Chen."

Teng Cuo picked up his back collar, leaned closer and asked in a low voice, "Are you familiar with yams?"

The names of these two people are posted very close, but Teng Cuo didn't think much about it before.Sure enough, Little Taro nodded and said, "He is my brother...he has been with me since I entered the garden."

Teng Cuo let go of his hand, and the little taro turned his face to look at the land that was stained red by the yam.

The temperature of the evening wind also became very low, Teng mistakenly patted him on the shoulder, and little taro opened his mouth and cried.The sugar was stuck between the two rows of small white teeth, and the tip of the tongue reached it, it was so sweet.

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