It was spring now, and he was buried in a tomb that was gently caressed by the spring breeze. A few years ago, he knew his final fate, and had done his best to arrange for his funeral. Perhaps this was the only way he could lie so calmly on the ground and rest to his heart's content.
"We don't even know his name yet." Xu Le held the cigarette in his mouth and sucked hard. He frowned as he thought about the troubles that the wretched uncle in the grave had brought him, and all the joys and sorrows. He couldn't help but sigh, "Although those who are good at fighting are not famous, and those who are really fierce often don't have names, once you think about how to mention him in the history books, it always feels weird."
"He is the third son of the Cao family, called Cao Qiu Dao."
The remote and secluded cemetery in Oak State was particularly lively today. An extremely old lady with heavy makeup and a red fox fur draped over her shoulders walked out from under the ginkgo tree. Her face was expressionless, and her eyes were full of indifference and loneliness.
This lady was called Sister Ke, and she was one of the living legends in the four states around the mountains of S2. She only owned Coco Nightclub, but this nightclub had endured the sound of gunfire and smoke for too long. As mentioned before, those who dared to fight against time were always easily revered, and she was also one of them.
"Hello, Sister Ke."
Xu Le and Shi Qinghai stood up at the same time, threw away the cigarettes in their hands, and slightly bowed to greet her. For them, showing respect to this old lady was not because of some legend, but because of the relationship between this lady and the man in the grave.
Many years ago, this relationship between a young student who was determined to join the revolution and a popular girl in a nightclub gradually evolved into a relationship between a revolutionary leader and an old lady that he didn't want to forget. This relationship was the real legend.
Sister Ke, who was already an old lady, slowly walked to the grave. Looking at the words on the tombstone, she shook her head and said in a lonely voice, "I heard him say that he once formed a poetry club in school, but eventually he got tired of it."
Xu Le and Shi Qinghai looked at Sister Ke, not knowing what to say.
"Zhang Xiaomeng came yesterday," Sister Ke turned around and coughed twice. She looked at Xu Le and said calmly, "She is his student. As for hiding the news of his death, it was his idea. Don't blame that poor girl. "
"Understood," Xu Le answered succinctly.
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In a corner of Oak State's most famous rock bar, Xu Le and Shi Qinghai were drinking the local specialty high-malt honey beer. In their eyes, there seemed to be the image of the old lady standing alone and calmly by the grave in the glass full of bright yellow liquor.
Only today did they find out that the intelligence leader of Green Dragon Mountain, the one who gave the Federation government headaches for several decades, the one who was determined to lead the anti-government army to overthrow the government and the seven great families … was actually a descendant of one of the seven great families, the Cao Family.
At this moment, Xu Le thought of Shang Qiu's fiance and Uncle Tian. He said with emotion, "They say that Lin Banshan is the most outstanding rebel of the seven great families. But compared to the Cao Qiu Dao in the grave, he is still too far away."
As a descendant of the seven great families, he had dedicated his life to the cause of destroying the seven great families. The Cao Qiu Dao in the grave could be called a real rebel.
"A young college student who ran away because of an arranged marriage. In the end, he ran away and became one of the leaders of the anti-government army. I don't know if he regretted it or not."
"No one knows."
"When he was alive, he could make the world dance. When he died, he could make a woman stand silently by the grave." Shi Qinghai drank the beer in his cup in one gulp. He wiped the foam on his lips and praised, "The old man's life was so f * cking awesome … too powerful!"
Xu Le raised his full cup of beer, shrugged and drank a big gulp.
"Last time we came to S2 together, we went to the Golden Foundation building to kill Macklin. He … Cao Qiu Dao didn't tell us the whole plan. We were just the executors. Fortunately, there weren't too many mistakes in the end." Shi Qinghai said, "At that time in Coco Nightclub, I kept guessing what role Coco played. Unfortunately, until today, I haven't gotten an answer."
"Was it love between them?"
Shi Qinghai's charming peach blossom eyes slightly squinted. His slender fingers gently tapped on the empty cup of beer, making a crisp and pleasant sound.
"I always thought that I loved Zou Yu, or could love her. But today, beside the grave, I suddenly thought of another girl, the girl from the beautiful island. "
"Who?" Xu Le asked in confusion.
"That was a beautiful girl I met before killing Macklin." Shi Qinghai squeezed his handsome eyebrows, as if he couldn't remember the girl's appearance and name. "She seemed to be a teacher, but I can't remember where she was from. I even forgot her name …"
"Trash." Xu Le gave him a man's evaluation without holding back.
"Speaking of trash, how are you going to deal with the trash in the government?" Shi Qinghai asked.
"Don't worry," Xu Le replied, "The old man said that these people will walk into the trash heap of history."
Shi Qinghai was silent for a moment, then continued with a smile, "But Schiller said that trash never walks into the trash by itself."
Xu Le shrugged, stared at the beer cup in his hand, watched the tiny bubbles struggle to rise in the golden beer, and then burst into fine white bubbles. He suddenly said, "Anyway, this is my job … I specifically told Zou Yu last time, but I forgot about it and gave you the list."
"Because you needed my help."
"I don't need it now."
"Then I wish you good luck."
Shi Qinghai looked at the beautiful girl walking from the side of the bar, who was looking for a target. He smiled and patted Xu Le's shoulder, and said, "I hope you didn't sacrifice yourself for the country, but end up being the victim of a crime of passion."
Xu Le watched him put away the iron box 37 into his pocket. He subconsciously turned around, and happened to meet Nan Xiangmei's gentle eyes.
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"You're here?"
"I'm here."
"Want some beer?"
"Yes."
Nan Xiangmei sat next to him obediently, her hands on her legs, slightly lowered her head, and shyly nodded.
Xu Le began to pour beer for her. There was a bottle of beer in the special slender open cup. He watched the fine bubbles rise, but Nan Xiangmei didn't ask him to stop.
"It's not far, right? Can you get used to living in S2? "He finally stopped pouring beer, and asked a little uncomfortably.
Nan Xiangmei looked up, lifted the trembling bangs on her forehead, and said with a gentle smile, "The foundation is next door, so it's really convenient to meet here."
Xu Le was stunned, and asked in disbelief, "The Reconstruction Foundation and the Medellin Peace Foundation … use the same building?"
"Yes." Nan Xiangmei took the tissue from the waiter, carefully wiped the beer stains on the table in front of Xu Le, and said softly, "But can we not talk about this issue?"
"Of course."
"I know why you asked me out today." Nan Xiangmei looked at Xu Le with a smile, and the firm look on her face, contrasted by the alcohol, made her look like a child, "But I don't want to promise you anything."
Xu Le opened his mouth slightly, thinking that he hadn't said anything yet.
Nan Xiangmei used both of her hands to hold the heavy, slender, open-mouthed beer mug and began to drink in big gulps. She raised her left arm to wipe off the foam on her lips and let out a satisfied sigh. Then she turned her head and looked at him seriously, saying, "Jian Shui 'er is not bad, but she's not as suitable as me to be a wife."
She squeezed out a syllable with her nose, as if to strengthen her confidence, or to cheer herself up.
"Well, it's like this, she's not as suitable as me to be a wife."
After mustering up all her courage to say this sentence, Nan Xiangmei immediately relaxed completely. With a smile, she called the bartender for two more bottles of beer. She didn't care that her jade-like white cheeks were already flushed red.
Where did this come from? Although the purpose of meeting with Nan Xiangmei today was indeed to clarify this matter, but Xu Le didn't expect that as soon as they met, before he had time to say anything, he would be called back by a serious topic about a wife's job.
Xu Le actually liked this gentle and beautiful girl very much, but this kind of liking was more of a sense of peace and rest. In fact, he didn't have much contact with this girl, and they couldn't even be considered friends … After all, these years of life were too difficult. Nan Xiangmei could watch the documentary "Group 7" to search for him, but he didn't have time to let the girl on the train ferment in his mind.
However, he really liked her.
Xu Le stared at the beer in the cup, not daring to look away. The feelings between men and women are always so complicated, especially when you meet the most beautiful opposite sex in the world, what choice can you make?
These are all very, very good, and also what I want.
Suddenly, he thought of something, and asked Nan Xiangmei, "Do you have any relatives in your mother's family?"
"You mean the Cao family?" Nan Xiangmei, who was a little drunk, looked at Xu Le with a smile. She raised her finger and said, "I have many uncles."
Xu Le suddenly found that the opposite sex he provoked seemed to be very difficult to provoke. If those uncles with the surname Cao were like the one lying in the grave, it would be very difficult for him to live a very comfortable life.
"Have you heard of Cao Qiudao?"
"It seems to be … third uncle." Nan Xiangmei slightly tilted her head, and cutely thought, "He is much older than mother, I heard that he died a long time ago."
"I'll take you to a place."
"Okay."
In the end, Xu Le didn't take Nan Xiangmei to the grave of her unknown uncle, because when he walked out of this famous bar, he saw three black SUVs, and then more than a dozen Federation Bureau of Investigation agents in black formal suits surrounding them.
"Colonel Xu Le, please come with us."
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