【Peking Shuangmei】Shell

Chapter 18

Fang Mengwei resigned from the newspaper office early, and used to run to the detention center and Geng Yueming's lawyer's office every day, but now he runs less and often waits for calls at home in the afternoon.From time to time, the newsstand at the entrance of the alley would ask a clerk to call him to answer the phone, sometimes it was Fang Mengao's, sometimes it was Geng Yueming's, and sometimes it was Xu Henghua's.He even found a few old classmates of Fang Buting in the United States, but he couldn't really get a line with Mr. Fei or related people.

That night, Fang Mengwei still couldn't sleep soundly, and made an appointment across the sea to see Geng Yueming early in the morning. When he went out to look at the food in the morning, he felt sick and wanted to vomit. He drank a cup of coffee in the lawyer's office, but did not see Geng Yueming. .

The secretary came over and told him that Geng Dazhuang had temporarily attended an important meeting and told him to come back the next day.So at noon, Fang Mengwei was already dizzy when he returned home.

The courtyard was not as peaceful as usual.

Several children from nearby neighbors all gathered around the gate of their own house, looking inside.

I saw a Taoist priest in a yellow robe, rolling his eyes and holding a sword, jumping around in his living room, still muttering words.A dirty yellow cloth was spread on the white tablecloth, and inside were nothing more than pennants such as "Nine Provinces of South China's Miraculous Skills Are Unrivaled", as well as a copper bowl and brushes.

Fang Mengwei only felt his temples humming along with the closed and closed tune of the Taoist priest, and the depths of his eardrums were almost aching from being pulled, and he covered his ears with one hand. No patience.wait until that

The soldier shouted "Hey!", and when he jumped in front of him, he couldn't help it anymore, subconsciously grabbed the opponent's wrist, and twisted behind him.

Oh ya ya ya ya!

It turned out that Daxian was as painful as a mortal when he was beaten.let go let go!

What the hell are you doing here?Fang Mengwei questioned and pushed him to the table.The children next to him clapped their hands and jumped up, look at Daxian being beaten!

Fang Mengwei held down the "Great Immortal" who was still reciting the scriptures on eliminating demons and subduing demons. Who let you in?You can tell if you ask the words, of course it is Aunt Li.

Aunt Li was yelling and running over, holding her granddaughter and anxiously trying to bump Fang Mengwei away.Mr. Fang!

This woman who had never talked and nagged was obviously really anxious.

Fang Mengwei had no choice but to let go of the Taoist priest, protecting Aunt Li so that she would not fall and the granddaughter in her arms would be frightened.

How can the Daxian practice be interrupted!you!you!You youngsters!Aunt Li was so angry that she couldn't speak.The little granddaughter in her arms seemed to understand that her grandma was being bullied, and stared fiercely at Fang Mengwei with wide eyes that were originally as narrow as a slit.

You don't want Mr. Sun to come back safely? !Aunt Li didn't care too much, she reached out and grabbed Fang Mengwei's arm, trying to pull him out of the room.

The "big fairy" saw that Fang Mengwei was obviously being yelled at by Aunt Li, so he followed him out, and interjected that the ritual was almost ruined.Broken his ten years of skill!

But fortunately, he saw Fang Mengwei's rolled eyes. Fortunately, when he was interrupted before, he didn't reach a critical moment. Now he can start again, but the auspicious time will pass if it doesn't start.

Aunt Li quickly blocked Fang Mengwei, stuffed her granddaughter into Fang Mengwei's arms, turned around and kept apologizing to the yellow-robed Taoist priest, saying that you should do it first, do it first, don't miss the big deal!

Fang Mengwei put the baby on the ground, clenched his fists, but seeing Aunt Li's curved back, he swallowed back what he wanted to say.

Aunt Li pushed Fang Mengwei out of the gate of the courtyard, saying that he was too hostile and had been infected by the wraith, and told him to avoid it.

He glanced at the home that he worked hard to maintain exactly the same as when Sun Chaozhong left, and it was also the home that Sun Chaozhong worked hard to maintain that was exactly the same as Fang Mengwei before he left, and then looked at the bowl where he was puffing his cheeks with a mouthful of talisman water in his mouth. The "Daxian" sprayed on the cabinet made me feel dizzy, dizzy, and stomach juice churning.So I just walked to the alley for a walk.He ate something, sat at the entrance of the alley, seemingly carelessly flipping through a newspaper, waited about an hour for the Taoist priest in yellow robe to leave the alley, and got up to follow.

In the dead end at the opposite corner, "Daxian" took off his yellow robe and hair in a bun, and packed them all into a backpack, revealing an ordinary short-sleeved shirt and black trousers with tied trouser legs.He took out the red paper packets in his pocket and counted them, and hummed a little tune to unlock the bicycle.

It's just that before riding out of the alley paved with blue bricks, he suddenly fell into the mud.

He groaned a few times, only looking at the bicycle pedal on one side, which was still spinning vigorously.Next to him, a man stood in front of him with a bamboo pole in his hand.Obviously, the bamboo pole got stuck in the wheel in the previous fall.

Throwing the street!

He was about to scold, but he was even more annoyed when he thought that he was the one who "hurt the street" at this moment!When he wanted to change his style and scold him again, the bamboo pole held his Adam's apple unbiasedly, and when he looked up again, he didn't dare to make a sound. Isn't this Mr. Fang who was "infected by the wraith spirit"?

Fang Mengwei tapped his shoulder with the bamboo pole he picked up casually, Daxian, how much money did you cheat Aunt Li?

That man is also a smart person, knowing that he can't pretend anymore, he can only save money to avoid disaster, obediently took out the red envelope that Aunt Li gave him and handed it to Fang Mengwei, saying that I am also moral, and I won't ask for it outrageously, you see... That's all, and it was all given by Aunt Li voluntarily.Fang Mengwei put the red envelope into his pocket in disgust, and threw away the bamboo pole to signal him to get up.

"Great Immortal" rubbed his elbow, Mr. Fang, I have refunded all the money to you, and the old man is also very kind. You can buy her something, but don't say that I refunded the money.

Fang Mengwei became more and more inexplicable, you are not enough to bluff and deceive, you still have to teach me?

The "Great Immortal" quickly said that he didn't dare, but the old man was willing to pay so much money to save Mr. Sun. It was not because of his relatives, so Mr. Sun must be a good person.The officialdom is too far apart, and the husband and wife are too close together, all of which are misunderstood, but between neighbors, it is generally seen well.This Mr. Sun, he must be innocent.That's why I dare to accept her money and act for her.I took her money, she has peace of mind.Good people have their own rewards, and when Mr. Sun came out the next day, she was even happier and felt that she had also contributed.

Fang Mengwei lifted the bicycle for him, supported the bridle but didn't speak, nothing else, the phrase "he must be innocent" from a stranger's mouth made him feel a little sore for no reason.But in the blink of an eye, he remembered something again, and said to that person with a cold face, don't think I am Aunt Li, what people like you are best at is to observe words and emotions, and find the weaknesses in others' hearts.

The Great Immortal is worthy of being a Great Immortal, and his level of response is not ordinary. He saw that Fang Mengwei didn't look like he was going to hit him again, so he laughed and said, you are only half right.

Fang Mengwei looked at him with raised eyebrows, and pulled the bicycle bridle towards him, as if you and I hadn't settled the score yet.

"Great Immortal" moved the bridle of the bicycle to his side, stepped on the bicycle, and said, Tao is born, virtue is born, things are shaped, and momentum is made.

Potential into it.

He stepped on the pedal and rode slowly away in the backlit alley.

Fang Mengwei stood there, the "Tao Te Ching" repeatedly echoing in his ear drums, but another sentence from "Sun Tzu's Art of War" that he had read when he was young slowly emerged in his mind, "Seek what is in the situation, not blame others, so you can do it." Choose people and take power."

When it comes to building momentum, he is indeed missing a link in the relationship between the parties.Several names flashed through his mind at once, the first being Manager Liu from the former newspaper office.

The trial was finally pushed to October.

And in the blink of an eye, after the Mid-Autumn Festival, after a few heavy rains, Hong Kong at the end of September actually felt a bit chilly.

Strange to say, since the "big fairy" did the trick, Fang Mengwei finally slept soundly at night, and no longer woke up frequently or had no sleep all night as before.When I went to see Sun Chaozhong in the detention center that day, my spirits improved a lot.

Sun Chaozhong was still wearing the gray prison uniform, with short sleeves replaced by long sleeves, and sat down with a smile on his face.But in an instant, he frowned again, and reached out to reach Fang Mengwei's face.

What's wrong?Fang Mengwei asked.

After that accident, the people in the detention center paid more attention to Sun Chaozhong, strengthened the guards, did not allow anyone to approach him, and never called anyone to interrogate him again.After recovering from his illness, he still needs to do dozens of push-ups every day—this illness has taught him that no matter how dangerous it is, the body must not collapse first.

But right now he was looking at Fang Mengwei's temples, where a few strands of silver had turned out, Sun Chaozhong was sobbing in a daze, unable to speak for a while.He knew that Fang Mengwei had used all his abilities to save him.

Fang Mengwei naturally didn't know what he was thinking, so he continued to talk excitedly, I have already contacted several newspapers, because some editors I knew through my previous work relationship agreed to publish articles for me.But I wrote the manuscript for a few days before, and when I showed it to the editor, I typed it all up.

Come back, say that my words are as close as a call to arms, and no citizen is willing to read them.In the end, I asked Ms. Wu to revise and polish my manuscript, which was really funny.

Is this going to cause a storm all over the city?

Before I made a fuss, the city was full of wind and rain.It's just that this time it's noisy, and it's even more lively.

Sun Chaozhong smiled. Even if the sparkle in Fang Mengwei's eyes reflected the silver strands on his temples, even if it reflected the black and blue under his eyes, it still reminded him of his heroic old man in Peking.

You were jealous of Miss Wu before.It's in vain for her to help us like this now.Fang Mengwei joked.Sun Chaozhong said seriously, if you go to the theater with her again, I will still be jealous.

Not going, wait until you come out to see.Sun Chaozhong coughed twice.

Meng Wei.Um?

I thought about it for a long time when I was sick, and I have to explain something to you.Just say it.

In 12, August NO.[-] thing.You listen to me, regardless of the trial in two weeks, I have to tell you about this matter.

Fang Mengwei knew what he was going to say.It's just that the time is too sensitive, and Sun Chaozhong's words seemed to be about to explain the future, so Fang Mengwei stood up, and I didn't listen. I also made an appointment with the American reporter Joanna, what do you have to say, come out after the trial Let's talk again.Meng Wei... sit down and listen to me.

Fang Mengwei sat back in his seat as if obsessed, thinking absentmindedly, if Sun Chaozhong hadn't mentioned it, he wouldn't have thought of Xie Mulan once in the past two months.

I'll tell you once and for all.The weather was not too hot, but Fang Mengwei saw that sweat seemed to flow down from Sun Chaozhong's forehead, winding down his neck and flowing into the scar that was still pink.

OK, I'm listening.He replied, looking at the patterns on the wooden table.

In the early morning of that day, Wang Puchen released me from the prison of the Bureau of Secrecy. We drove to Chen Chengji to meet Xu Tieying. Chen Chengcheng assigned the task of food distribution...

What happened seven years ago was slowly revealed in Sun Chaozhong's dry expression.The humid air unique to this southern port is steeped in a deliberately low voice, and the autumn wind slowly shakes the palm trees with broad leaves outside the window.Fang Mengwei listened carefully, but his mind returned to the city of Beiping seven years ago, to the Beiping Secrecy Station with gray bricks and gray tiles, to the corn field at the grain distribution site, to the swinging pendulum in the Fang family mansion, Back to the sound of reading books by Yanda Lake, back to the conference room with mahogany floors in the Beiping Police Station, back to the white pigeons flying from the West Mountain...