Anjie ignored Mo Cong's astonished expression as if he had been hit by something. With a look of nostalgia, Anjie said softly: "at that time, R. Li was a myth in our hearts. My father died when I was a teenager, and then he became a character like our tutor. It can be said that we all grew up watching his back. "

"Father..." we " Mo Cong felt that the tone of such a serious narration was a little strange. He looked at the man who seemed to be separated from himself all of a sudden - he was still young, but he brought something different under the yellow light.

Anjie nodded and laughed: "it's not my father and son. He has always been serious to us. Since I have memory, I have no one who can call dad in a coquetry. In fact, you don't have to blame the society and the government. You are already very happy."

He didn't pay attention to Mo Cong's expression of uneasiness in his astonishment. He didn't explain what kind of people "we" meant. He just went on: "at that time, Li was a mythical man. He was a little bit of a fool on the road. Even a little bit of a senior fool knew him. Although they were all invisible things, he reached the peak."

"Like today's Zhai laopao... Or he Jingming?" Don't rush in.

An Jie was stunned, then sneered: "Zhai Haidong and he Jingming? Even if Beijing is outside the Fifth Ring Road, it will be a big place. Shanghai? Needless to say, it's just a bigger city. Even if the surrounding provinces of Jiangsu and Zhejiang are included in the scope of Shanghai directly under the central government, isn't it a corner of the south of the Yangtze River? Not to mention... Zhai Haidong, an old trash, dares to have 20-year-old boys challenging his authority under his nose. What are they? "

These words and that smile are full of unspeakable arrogance, but Mo Cong doesn't know why he didn't feel unhappy. The man in front of him seems to scorn the ridicule. In his words, there seems to be a kind of deep sorrow, including those straightforward memories, which are like an old black-and-white movie. Under the poor quality fuzzy picture, all the bloody past is covered up.

"And then?" He asked tentatively.

"Then one day, it was a coincidence," said Anjie, pausing and swallowing the words to be explained below, only to mention them in one stroke. "I found out that Li was the murderer who killed his father."

Anjie expression is very calm, gently said: "I was shocked, also at a loss, but in the end I decided... Revenge."

"You killed him?"

Anjie was silent for a while and shook his head: "I didn't do it myself. It took me three years to set a trap. With Li's pride, he had to commit suicide."

Mo thought quickly: "now that he is dead, who is the one who is coming back with this flower? What would it have to do with my dad? "

"I don't know about Professor mo. But Li - he was standing on the top of the building and jumped down on his own. " Anjie frowned and pointed to his heart, "I'm an old friend and I'm worried. I shot him again. Do you think... In this case, what's the possibility of his survival? We also personally inspected the body that fell into a mass of rotten meat. "

"That's it. Zhai laopao and he are as scared as Sun Tzu?"

Anjie said with a smile: "I'm also one of your grandchildren. People who walk too much at night are afraid of ghosts."

"Didn't you kill him once?"

An Jie was stunned, and then he began to smile bitterly: "he killed me once, too - he can kill himself first and then kill himself in a desperate situation... For so many years, I have never been able to surpass him."

"Because you can't deal with it, so you told me not to get involved in this dead man?" Mo Cong stretched his back for a while, showing a lazy expression, "if you are really as old as you claim to be, I can only say that you are all out of breath."

Anjie looked at him for a while, and suddenly found that the young man's eyes were a little bit like Professor Mo's. although they were not as warm as jade, they couldn't be said to be pretty. He nodded: "this is the battle field of adults. To tell you this is to make you feel good about yourself. The less you know, the better." Said Anjie stood up, "anyway, with me in, you three brothers and sisters' safety, don't worry about you for the moment..."

When his voice declined, Mo Cong suddenly pressed him on the old professor's desk, and the small bookshelf on the desk fell down. The young man's hot breath sprayed on Anjie's face and neck, with a dangerous smell. Mo Cong put one hand around his waist and one hand on his shoulder: "do you still think that I am a child who needs your protection? Anjie, I don't care who you are, whether you are the mysterious man named an mentioned by them or not... You think too much of yourself. "

But Anjie didn't say anything, just smile for a moment, and then slowly opened his hand. No matter Mo Cong's joints made a protest, he pushed open the young man, opened the door of the study, and left Mo's home with the eyes of Mo Jin and Mo Yu.

Don't rush a hard punch on the desk, quite old wood desktop was he hit a small groove out.

The man just said to him, "I'm here, and you don't have to worry about the safety of your brother and sister for the time being", as a self styled father. A long time ago, he was so eager to have such an adult say such words to him, like a real father, like the eternal hero in the eyes of children, but he did not get it.

But now, this man said this sentence to him lightly, which he had expected for a long time, but he felt extremely ironic and deeply powerless.

Anjie has the unique thin and thin style between adults and teenagers. He doesn't have a broad shoulder and a face full of vicissitudes. However, he will use a very uncomfortable tone to teach a lesson. He doesn't care about his repeated, excessive and even deliberately ambiguous jokes.

That look in the eyes is like looking at a kid who makes trouble out of no reason. He said that it's a matter for adults.

"Brother..." Mo Jin and Mo Yu looked at him uneasily at the door of the study, and Mo Yu called softly. Mo Cong closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Then he turned around and tried to make his facial expression not so ferocious. He squeezed out a smile. I believe he Jingming's facial paralysis will not go anywhere.

"It's too late. You two should wash and sleep when you're free. Don't be a good student."

"Brother, have you confessed? Did Angelo hit you? " Mo Jin is to pull to Australia, she is also Mo Jin, do not know still have to think that she is a heart, which pot does not open which pot.

"Screw you." Mo Cong tried to adjust his mental state, powerlessly pushed Mo Jin out of the way and walked out of the study.

"Brother, it's OK. As a matter of fact, brother Anjie is a good talker. In his heart, he's both dragging and independent. He's always a little bit left behind... What's left behind? "

"To be independent." Mo Yu added.

"Well, yes, independence." Mo Jin patted her head, "but as long as he doesn't want to become an immortal..."

"Rise to immortality." Mo Yu continued to popularize science.

"OK, I know. Haven't you recited the ode to Chibi yet?" Mo Jin rolled a white eye, "as long as he does not want to become an immortal, but also cannibal fireworks, you pester, one day he will be moved by you."

Mo Cong looked back and glared at her: "Mo Jin, do you mean it?"

Silly girl a face innocent reason straight gas strong: "I mean what ah, that beautiful novel all write like this, queen all take loyal dog have no way!"

"Go away." He turned back to his room and photographed the door.

Less than ten seconds later, Mo opened the door again, and his face became serious: "you two have been careful recently. Now the law and order is not good, especially Mo Jin. Although you are honest recently, in view of your criminal record, I still have to say - go home immediately after school, don't go to other places. Do you hear me?"

"Ah?" Mo Jin's thinking obviously can't accept such a large span of platform change, and it's down.

Mo Cong pointed to Mo Yu and said, "Xiao Yu, look at her more. If you really meet someone, be smart. Don't let me worry."

Mo Yu immediately understood that it had something to do with the weapon he sent home, and nodded.

Mo Jin asked, "who did you meet? Do you have a flower shoot

Mo Cong sneered: "I can't get a picture of you. Just like you, I can't sell it." Touch a, two hundred and five wenches chirp disorderly to clap at the door.

Anjie - sooner or later, I will prove that I am qualified to stand beside you, not... Not a junior! Don't think that you old monster can pretend to be a teenager, so you don't know there is sun Dasheng in the West.

The last year has passed, but there is no sign of the recovery of everything in the north. However, all kinds of troubles can't wait to jump out. The second victim soon set foot on the road of bliss, and another bald embroidered head was found. The witness was a "young lady", who accidentally stepped on it when holding a drunken customer out.

The matching parts of the head were finally pulled out of the sewer by the police and scattered into a ball, as if attacked by some wild animal. The girl who had intimate contact with the head, the special service personnel, was too scared to speak at that time.

For the sake of social stability, this vicious incident was temporarily suppressed by the police. When Zuishan personally took the photos of the accident scene to Anjie, although it was beyond recognition, the latter recognized that this strange embroidery material was the driver of he Jingming.

The warning is getting closer.

When the drunk snake was about to leave, he asked him with a straight face: "what are you going to do?"

Anjie stares at the photo as if staring at the ordinary star poster and casually replies: "I'm not going to do anything, and I don't have that worry to fight with Li again... I'm just an ordinary high school student." "As long as the monkey children of Mo's family are safe, my last debt will be paid off," he said

Drunk snake didn't say anything, just sighed: "anyihu, a knife on the head of the word Yi, you can do it yourself."

Anjie smiles.

You have a knife at the beginning of "Yi" in your family. Drunk snake, you are illiterate.

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