The environment around Tu Lin's residence was not bad. Most importantly, the theory of Feng Shui was very popular in Taiwan. There were many rich people who wanted to be blessed by the magistrate of Taiwan. However, they were too naive. The magistrate of Taiwan went from being the head of a country to a magistrate living in a remote corner of the country. It was obvious that he started high but walked low. How could he have the luck to bless others? How short-sighted.
Of course, his personal achievements were beyond the reach of ordinary people. However, he was still far from becoming a saint who could bless others with divine light. His level of attainment and thinking were far inferior.
However, this place was close to the city center, and it was quite convenient to enjoy modern life. Su Mei's residence was located in the middle of a dense forest, and used a layout similar to that of the prefectural magistrate's mansion. It was surrounded by tall trees, and there was a maze-like whirlpool road inside. Su Mei's residence was hidden deep within the forest, and not to mention the tabloid reporters and outsiders, even the Zhu family would not know where Su Mei was if they did not inform her beforehand.
Liu Changan walked by the roadside and saw a fleet of cars parked in the depths of the garden street. Not far from the side of the fleet of cars was a black Toyota. Japanese models were preferred for official cars in Taiwan. A middle-aged man with a medium build, dressed in a suit, stepped out of the car with an elegant smile.
The window of a black Rolls-Royce at the back of the fleet rolled down. A beautiful young woman turned her head and spoke to the middle-aged man. Her expression was cold and there was a trace of disdain on her face. She had no intention of getting out of the car. After chatting for a while, the window was closed.
The fleet set off. The middle-aged man stood at the same spot and watched the fleet leave. Then, he walked into the car.
The Toyota turned around and drove into the driveway in the dense forest.
Su Mei was the only one living in the forest.
Liu Changan ran like the wind.
After catching up to the Toyota, Liu Changan opened the door and picked up a hard-cover magazine in the compartment.
"Who are you?" The middle-aged man was shocked. The driver immediately stopped the car.
Liu Changan quickly tore off the magazine and rolled it up. It turned into a sharp weapon and pressed against the middle-aged man's neck.
"Are you threatening me with a piece of paper?" The middle-aged man calmed down and sneered.
"Continue driving." Liu Changan said to the driver.
"Don't listen to him!"
The driver chose to continue driving. He had already seen Liu Changan running in the rearview mirror. Liu Changan's speed was so shocking that the driver did not even have time to react. He even forcibly opened the door. This method of rolling the paper as a thorn was more like that of a professional killer, but he did not know why it was so brazen.
"The paper is very hard. As long as I use a bit of force, I can easily pierce your carotid artery. You will die," Liu Changan explained. "Can you stop struggling? I've already twisted your neck. "
The middle-aged man couldn't move at all. He just wanted to struggle. He was shocked. Which political enemy had sent this assassin?
"What do you want?" The middle-aged man calmed down and asked.
"Su Mei and I are old friends. I want to meet her and ask her some questions."
"Young man, we don't even know who Su Mei is. There's no such person here," the driver said calmly.
"Then go and see the person you want to see." Liu Changan glanced at the driver and said, "Keep your hands on the steering wheel and don't do anything. Everyone cooperate well and everything will be fine. Thank you."
The driver gave up on the idea just now. This young man's outburst was too terrifying, but he was extremely calm and indifferent. This kind of aura made it difficult for people to think of a way to fight back.
The young man's technique of tearing paper into a sharp weapon in an instant was daunting. Most importantly, the young man did not cover his face and left his fingerprints openly. What worried the driver the most was that he had prepared himself for a one-way trip. Under the calm face of such a person was a desperate and desperate heart.
"Don't worry, I won't hurt Old Madam Su." Liu Changan looked at the house that was gradually revealed among the trees outside the window. He wanted to recite a poem.
He wanted to lament the years, lament the long separation, lament the beauty in her twilight years, lament the gratitude and resentment of love and hatred for nothing.
It was better to recite:
Gull and heron, mandarin duck in a pond, know that wings are not suitable.
If the East does not take the flower as its master, how can it be the branch of life?
What he thought of was Zhu Shuzhen's "Melancholy". The two people who were not suitable for each other were together. Later, they found that they should be "the branch of life". Why did they force themselves to be "the gull and heron, mandarin duck in a pond"?
It was just that women always liked to hope that the other party could give them love at the very beginning. Who knew that before Zhu Shuzhen wrote "Melancholy", she also wrote to this man, "Lovesickness can't be sent, draw a circle instead. The words are outside the circle, but the heart is inside the circle. A single circle is me, and a double circle is you. You have me in your heart, and I have you in my heart. When the moon is missing, it will be full, and when the moon is circled, it will be missing. A full circle is reunion, and a half circle is separation. I will add a circle, and you must know my meaning. There are also countless lovesickness, and I will circle all the way to the end. "
"Who … who are you?" The middle-aged man had been looking at the calm Liu Changan, and suddenly felt that his appearance seemed familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before!
The tenderness in Zhu Shuzhen's words of love still remained on Liu Changan's fingertips. He did not answer the question, but gently knocked out the middle-aged man and the driver. He got out of the car and looked at the house in front of him.
It was unknown whether the surveillance cameras around the house had discovered the abnormality, or the driver had issued a warning at some point, but there were already more than 20 men in black gathered outside the house. They looked vigilant and pointed their guns at Liu Changan.
Liu Changan put down the plastic bag in his hand, which contained his wet clothes.
"Who are you!"
"Stop!"
"Put your hands on your head and squat down immediately!"
"If you take another step forward, you will be killed!"
Liu Changan raised his head and felt the wind stop on his cheeks. The voices in front of him stopped abruptly. Some were surprised, some were angry, but most of them were indifferent to obedience and waiting. All kinds of expressions were like wax figures at the moment when they were cast. The gun muzzle was dark and exuded a faint smell of gunpowder. Underneath the strong muscles of the men was a strong heart. The manor in the early summer of June was mixed with the fragrance of flowers and the crisis that could tear the tranquility apart. Liu Changan felt that he had jumped in the center of Baolong, and his recast body was becoming more and more useful.
Liu Changan turned back to pick up his plastic bag, walked through the fallen men in black, and reached out to open the door of the house.
In the distance, the dense forest stood leisurely like the high walls of an ancient city. The house in the center was filled with the elegance and romance that young ladies loved the most during the Republic of China period. It was as if Miss Su's house had traveled through time and space and moved from the distant beginning of the last century to Taiwan. The garden beside it was colorful. There were no flowers that old people loved, but it was full of the pink of young girls.
In a wheelchair next to the fountain, an old woman put on her presbyopic glasses. All her emotions and expressions that could be expressed seemed to be frozen by the passage of time. Only her turbid pupils were left. She looked at the man from a hundred years ago, step by step, stepping on her aging heartbeat and walking to her.
Liu Changan held her old and wrinkled hand. There was a trace of coolness and softness. There was no woman's skin and bones, only the primitive touch of flesh.
"Long time no see." Liu Changan's eyes were gentle. He gently touched her cheek and kissed her forehead.
Since ancient times, it had always been men who let women down the most.
Liu Changan did not let Su Mei down, at least he thought so. It was just that he could not accept some of the things she did, so he could not give her what she wanted.
But he still remembered Su Mei's obsession at that time.
Angry smoke stirred, I stayed for a moment.
Hand in hand on the lotus lake, it was drizzling.
She was not afraid of being guessed, sleeping in someone's arms with her clothes on.
When they were separated, she was lazy to go to the dressing table.
She used to be like this, so cute.
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