Chapter 16 The sixteenth round of haze

His smile is touching, and his words are even more touching. Meng Xinghun hesitated, and said, "How can I believe what you said?" Lu Mantian said: "You have to believe it, because this is your only chance, you have no choice at all." Lu Mantian left, but he was still full of confidence when he left. "Prepare well, it's best not to play other tricks, because I will pay attention to you anytime and anywhere." Of course he didn't trust Meng Xinghun, but he knew that Meng Xinghun had no tricks to play with. Meng Xinghun was already a fish in his net. "Is there really no second way for me to go?"

Even if there is really no way to go, you can't go this way. "I absolutely can't kill the old man, absolutely can't kill Xiaodie's father." What's more, Meng Xinghun couldn't believe a single word of what Lu Mantian said. He knew that Lu Mantian would not let him live no matter what. "So, do I have to die?" Death is indeed a good relief sometimes. A long time ago, Meng Xinghun thought that he would use this method to get rid of it sooner or later. He has been tired of it for a long time. For him, death is not only not difficult, but also not painful.But now?

Autumn is deep, and the dusk of autumn seems to come very early. Although the chrysanthemums have gradually begun to wither, they are still so beautiful in the twilight. Like a butterfly, a chrysanthemum always begins to wither and wither at the most beautiful time of its life. Isn't this a very sad thing? Meng Xinghun suddenly remembered Xiaodie's words: "Although the life of a butterfly is as fragile as a flower, it is fragrant and beautiful. Its life is already valuable, so even if it dies, there is nothing to be sad about." Isn't it the same with human life?

How long a person can live is not important, what matters is how he lives and is it worth living? There are pleasant bells in the evening wind! Meng Xinghun's heart suddenly tightened. He stood up and strode out. "I must not die." He hasn't really lived yet, so he mustn't die! But how can he survive? The autumn wind is bleak, and even the chrysanthemums are about to wither. Especially this bunch of chrysanthemums! This bush of chrysanthemums bloomed very early and the most beautifully, so it also withered the fastest. The old man stroked the fragile petals with his fingertips, and suddenly felt a lot of emotion in his heart.

Although his fingers are still as stable and strong as when he was a teenager, his state of mind is quite different from when he was a teenager. As a teenager he was open to everything. "The chrysanthemum has withered, and there are plum blossoms. After the plum blossoms have withered, there are also peach blossoms. Since I have flowers to enjoy in all seasons, why do I feel sorry for those withered flowers and trees?" If the flowers wither, they no longer have any value, and are no longer worth his attention. The same goes for people. He never sympathizes with the dead, never mourns for the dead, because people become worthless once they die, and he never takes anything worthless in his heart.

But now, his thoughts seem to be gradually changing. He has gradually discovered that the value of a person to another person does not lie in his life and death, but in the relationship with that person. He has gradually taken emotion more seriously. "Is this the mood of the old man? Am I really old?" The old man sighed softly, raised his head, and saw Meng Xinghun walking towards him. Although Meng Xinghun's face was heavy, his steps were vigorous and brisk.In the twilight, his eyes are still shining, his skin is still smooth and tight, his muscles are full of elasticity, and his figure is still straight.

He is still young. Looking at the young man, the old man suddenly felt a sense of envy in his heart, perhaps more than envy. Originally, only Sun Jian was his only comfort when he was old, and the only continuation of his life.But now Sun Jian is dead. Why are there so many elderly people in the world who don't die, but why is Sun Jian the one who died? Meng Xinghun had come over and walked in front of him. The old man suddenly said: "Didn't Lu Xiangchuan tell you? Didn't you know it was time for dinner?" Meng Xinghun said: "I know." The old man's expression was ugly, and he said, "Do you know why I chose this time to go out for a walk?"

Meng Xinghun said, "Because you don't want to be disturbed." The old man said: "So you shouldn't have come at all." Meng Xinghun suddenly smiled and said, "Where should I be now, you may never know." The old man said, "Where should you be?" Meng Xinghun said: "It's right here!" He suddenly pulled up the chrysanthemum in front of the old man, revealing the hole under the flower. The old man stared at this acupoint, his eyes showed deep thought, and after a long time, he said slowly: "What are you supposed to be doing here?"

Meng Xinghun said: "Kill you!" The old man suddenly raised his head and stared at him, but there was no surprised expression on his face, he just stared at him coldly, as if trying to see through his heart. Meng Xinghun said: "I came here to kill you." The old man was silent for a long time, then suddenly smiled and said, "You think I don't know?" Meng Xinghun was startled instead, and said, "You know?" The old man said: "You are not Qin Zhongting." Meng Xinghun moved, "How did you know?" The old man said indifferently: "You look as if you haven't seen the sun all year round, and you definitely don't look like someone who has lived in the sea since childhood."

Meng Xinghun's face was pale, of course he knew the color of his own face. This action seemed to have no flaws at all. He always thought that Boss Gao's plan was exhaustive, but unexpectedly, he miscalculated one thing. He underestimated the old man. No one should underestimate the old man. Meng Xinghun couldn't help showing admiration in his eyes, so he sighed and said, "You know I'm here to kill you, but you still keep me here." The old man nodded. Meng Xinghun said, "Because you know I can't kill you?" The old man smiled and said, "If this is the only reason, you are dead now."

Meng Xinghun said: "Is there any other reason?" The old man said: "Because I need people like you, since you can kill me for others, of course you can kill others for me." He smiled again, and continued: "You even dare to kill me, what else can you not dare to kill, you must have courage to kill, and there are not many people who are truly courageous." Meng Xinghun said: "You want to bribe me?" The old man said: "What other people can buy, I can too. My price is higher than others." Meng Xinghun said: "Do you also know who asked me to kill you?" The old man said: "At least I know more than you think." Meng Xinghun said: "Since you know, you still let that traitor live?" The old man said: "He is more useful alive than dead." Meng Xinghun said: "What's the use? He betrayed you." The old man said: "He can betray me as well as others." With a cruel smile, he continued slowly: "Everyone has value to use, but you; it's just whether you know how to use it or not." Meng Xinghun said: "Who do you want him to betray?" The old man said: "He still doesn't dare to do this kind of thing by himself, he doesn't have such great skills, nor does he have such great courage." Meng Xinghun said: "Do you think he still has an accomplice?" The old man nodded. Meng Xinghun said: "You want him to tell who those people are?" The old man said: "There is no need for him to tell, I will always see it sooner or later." Meng Xinghun stared at him, then heaved a long sigh suddenly, and said, "Now I finally believe in one thing." The old man said: "What's the matter?" Meng Xinghun said: "It's not luck that you can get where you are today, and it's not luck that you can live to this day." The old man smiled and said: "So if you follow me, you will never suffer. You can at least learn a lot, and at least you can live longer. Your choice is indeed very smart." Meng Xinghun said: "Do you think I did this because I want to rely on you?" The old man said, "Aren't you?" Meng Xinghun said: "No!" Only then did the old man feel a little surprised, and said, "Then what are you doing?" Meng Xinghun said: "I want you to let me go." The old man laughed again, and said: "You are very naive, why do you think I will let you go? If I can't use you, why should I let others use you?" Meng Xinghun said: "Because of your daughter!" The old man's smile suddenly froze, anger appeared in his eyes, and he said sharply: "I have no daughter for a long time." Meng Xinghun said: "I don't know why you refuse to admit that she is your daughter, I only know one thing, no matter what you think, she is still your daughter, blood is always thicker than water." He stared at the old man, although the old man's angry face was terrifying, but he showed no fear at all, and then said: "There are some things that no one can change, even you can't." The old man clenched his fists and said, "What does she have to do with you?" Meng Xinghun said: "I am willing to be her husband." The old man suddenly grabbed him and said sharply, "Then I want you to die for her!" Meng Xinghun said: "I can't die, because I want to live for her, and I want her to live for me. If you kill me, you will definitely regret it!" The old man stared into his eyes, with blue veins on his forehead due to anger, and said, "Regret? I never regret killing someone!" Meng Xinghun's eyes were sincere and fearless, maybe it was because of sincerity that he was fearless: "You have no son, she is your only flesh and blood." The old man was furious: "Why are you saying these things in front of me?" Meng Xinghun said: "Because I know you are a reasonable person, so I won't lie to you." The old man said, "Have you known her for a long time?" Meng Xinghun said, "Not long." The old man said, "Do you know what kind of person she is?" Meng Xinghun said: "It doesn't matter what kind of person she is." The old man said: "She used to..." Meng Xinghun interrupted him, and said: "The more miserable her past experience was, the better I will treat her in the future. What's more, the past is over, and I don't want to know at all." The old man let go of his hand suddenly, and the anger in his eyes disappeared. He seemed to have aged a lot, and said sadly: "You are right, I don't have a son anymore, she is my only flesh and blood..." Meng Xinghun said: "So you should let them live well, she and her son." The old man clenched his teeth again and said, "Do you know who is the father of that child?" Meng Xinghun said: "I don't know, and I don't care." The old man said, "You really don't care?" Meng Xinghun said: "Since I am willing to be her husband, I am also willing to be the father of her son." He stared at the old man, and said word by word: "Even I can forgive her, why can't you?" The old man lowered his head, with pain in his eyes, and murmured: "I only hate her, why have you been refusing to tell who that child is?" Meng Xinghun said: "Everyone has ulterior motives, what's more, it was her sad thing, she may not even want to think about it, you are her father, why do you have to force her so hard? " The old man was silent for a long time, and suddenly said: "How is she living now?" Meng Xinghun said: "She is finally alive, maybe it is because she is your daughter that she has been able to support until now and has not fallen down." The old man raised his head and said, "Can you really let her live?" Meng Xinghun said: "I will definitely do my best." The old man let out a long sigh, and said sadly: "Maybe I am really old, the old man's heart is always getting softer and softer." He looked up at Meng Xinghun, his eyes gradually became warmer. He could see that this boy was a reliable person, as long as he said something, he would definitely do it. He seemed to have seen a glimmer of hope from this young man. "After all, I have a daughter, and the next generation..." He suddenly held Meng Xinghun's hand tightly, and said, "If you really want her, I'll hand her over to you." Meng Xinghun felt a burst of hot blood rushing up his throat, and tears almost came out of his eyes. After a long time, he was able to choke up and say, "I will not let you regret it." The old man said, "What else do you want?" Meng Xinghun said: "With her, I am already satisfied." A warm smile appeared in the old man's eyes, and he said, "Where are you going to take her?" Meng Xinghun pondered, but before he could speak, the old man said again: "I hope you take her farther away, the farther the better, because..." His face suddenly became very heavy again, and he continued: "The situation here is getting more and more dangerous, I don't want you to be involved in it." Meng Xinghun looked at the old man, the wrinkles on his face and the worry in his eyes, and suddenly felt an indescribable feeling in his heart! He was, after all, an old man, and lonelier than he thought.Meng Xinghun suddenly had a strange feeling for the old man, and there seemed to be a wonderful connection between them, which made them suddenly care about each other. for he is already the husband of his daughter. Meng Xinghun couldn't help but said, "Can you handle it alone?" The old man smiled and said: "You don't need to worry about me, I have dealt with it for a long time, and I have dealt with it very well." Meng Xinghun said: "It was different before. Before, you had friends, but now..." The old man said: "I am also a gambler. A real gambler will never really lose everything. Even in other times, people think he has lost everything, but in fact he still has some gambling money." .” He smiled and said: "Because he still has to turn over the book." Meng Xinghun also smiled, and said, "As long as the game is not over, the chance to make money will come at any time." The old man said slowly: "Even if the gamble is over this time, he will have another gamble. A real gambler can find a gamble anytime, anywhere." He smiled and patted Meng Xinghun's shoulder, and said, "It's a pity you can't gamble with me." Meng Xinghun said, "Why?" The old man blinked and said with a smile: "Because you are my son-in-law, no one is willing to bet with his son-in-law." "Son-in-law", what a wonderful word, what a wonderful feeling it contains. How wonderfully the world changes! How could Meng Xinghun think that he would be the old man's son-in-law? The night was dark and the wind was colder. But Meng Xinghun's heart was full of warmth, life was not as cold as he thought before. The old man said, "Is she waiting for you?" Meng Xinghun nodded. The feeling of "someone is waiting" was even more wonderful. He felt his throat was blocked by something sweet and hot, and he couldn't even speak. The old man said: "Then you go, I will take you out." He suddenly smiled again, and said, "No matter where you take her, I just hope you promise me one thing." Meng Xinghun said: "You...you say it." The old man held his hand tightly and said, "When you have your own son, bring him back to see me." The road was long and seemed longer in the dark. Looking at Meng Xinghun's back and thinking of his daughter, the old man couldn't help sighing softly. "They do have a long way to go." He just hoped they wouldn't get lost this time! Although he had many feelings in his heart, he didn't think about it for too long, because he also had a long way to go, which was far more dangerous and difficult than theirs. When he turned around, his body had already stretched three feet.The garden was lit up, and he passed the flowers and the small bridge. The house where Lu Mantian lived also had lights, but the windows were closed. Lu Mantian's slender figure was reflected on the dim yellow window paper.He stood upright, as if he was waiting for someone—was he still waiting for news from Meng Xinghun? The old man didn't knock on the door. Now that he has made up his mind, he will not wait any longer. In the past thirty years, the old man has never given anyone a chance to strike first. He understands the truth of the saying "strike first is the best". He also often likes to take the straightest path. "Bang", the window was shattered, and he had passed through the window. Then he froze. Lu Mantian is not standing, but hanging. He was suspended in the air from the beam, the stool under his feet had been kicked far away, the old man stretched out his hand to explore his chest, he was completely cold, as cold as his iron gall. The pair of iron galls, which never left his side all year round, were neatly placed on the table, with a piece of paper pressed under the iron galls, the handwriting on the paper was scrawled and messy. "You are not dead, so I am dead." Nothing else, just these simple nine words. After all, he failed to betray others, but he betrayed himself.Because of his careful planning, he still miscalculated one thing. He forgot to count the emotions between people. Perhaps the people who go down the path of most conspiracies failing do so because they forget to take this into account. The emotion between people cannot be calculated, but it can determine everything and change everything. Because of this, human nature will last forever, and the conspiracy will fail. The old man raised his head and looked at Lu Mantian's hideous face, as if he wanted to ask something, but unfortunately, although his tongue was long, he couldn't tell any secrets. Ritsu Kagawa came out of the window at some point, with a look of surprise on his face. He heard the "bang" when the window was smashed, and rushed over immediately. He will be there immediately if there is any disturbance in the garden. So the old man knew he was coming without turning his head, and suddenly said, "What are you thinking?" Ritsu Kagawa said: "I'm thinking...he doesn't look like someone who can hang himself." The old man said: "What else?" Ritsu Xiangchuan sighed and said, "He doesn't look like a traitor either." The old man said: "He is a traitor, but he didn't hang himself." He always likes to ask other people's opinions first and then draw conclusions by himself. That was his conclusion, and his conclusions were rarely wrong. Ritsu Kagawa gasped and said, "Who killed him?" The old man didn't answer directly, but said slowly: "When I asked him to find Yi Qianlong, I knew he had betrayed me." Ritsu Kagawa didn't dare to ask any more, but just listened. The old man said: "Because of the news of Yi Qianlong's sudden disappearance, no one else should have known about it, but King Wanpeng seemed to know about it before me." Lu Xiangchuan said: "There are quite a few people in Jianghu who know about it now." The old man said: "It's because he leaked the news to King Wanpeng and spread it immediately, so that everyone in the Jianghu will know that Sun Yubo is helpless." Ritsu Kagawa sighed: "I never thought that the traitor would be him, I simply never doubted him." The old man sneered, "But he is only qualified to be an accomplice, not a mastermind." Lu Xiangchuan said: "So the mastermind will kill him to silence him?" The old man nodded. Lu Xiangchuan said: "There are not many people who can force him to commit suicide. Could it be that King Wanpeng..." The old man suddenly interrupted him and said, "You go and prepare for his funeral right away, the grander the better." Lu Xiangchuan was a little surprised again, and said, "Why is the funeral of this kind of person so grand?" The old man turned around and walked out. When he reached the door, he said calmly, "Because he is my friend..." So everyone in the world believes in one thing! The old man has many friends.Every friend is absolutely loyal, and no one has ever dared to betray the old man. Its daybreak. No matter how long the darkness is, there is always light. The morning sun is as fresh as a freshly picked strawberry. The wind blows on people, making people feel lazy, as if it is spring again. Meng Xinghun sat there without moving. But his heart has already soared, and he feels as fresh as the rising sun, as free as the wind.He held Xiaodie's hand, almost wanting to shout loudly. "Now we can go anywhere." Disaster, exhaustion, and hardship are all in the past.Now, the sun was on his head, Fluttershy was leaning on his shoulder, the child was asleep beside her, and the whole world belonged to them. "Go wherever you want, as long as you say, we can go right away." Xiaodie suddenly said: "I've always wanted to tell you one thing, I can't go anywhere." Meng Xinghun said, "Why?" Xiaodie's gaze is in the distance, and the trend of thoughts seems to be in the distance, she said leisurely: "Because, my father... you will never know who my father is." Meng Xinghun said: "Oh!" Xiao Die said: "I never told you, because his reputation is not good, and you...you never asked." Meng Xinghun smiled and said, "I like you, not your father, it doesn't matter who he is." Xiaodie said: "But he is different, because if he finds us, he will definitely not let us live well." Meng Xinghun smiled and said, "What if I tell you that he has already agreed to me? Do you believe it?" Xiaodie suddenly turned her head back and stared at him with surprise and disbelief in her eyes, then she shook her head vigorously and said, "Even if he is willing, no one else will." Meng Xinghun said, "Anyone else? Who are they?" Xiaodie lowered her head and bit her lip hard. Of course Meng Xinghun knew who she was talking about, and after a while, he said slowly, "I have already met your father." Xiaodie suddenly said: "Have you really seen him?" Meng Xinghun said: "He is not a scary person, nor is he as ruthless as you think, but..." Xiaodie's eyes suddenly revealed a sense of resentment, and said: "It's just that he kicked out his own daughter, just because his daughter was bullied and gave birth to a shameful child." Tears rolled in her eyes, and Meng Xinghun couldn't bear to push her anymore, but he is also a human being, and he finally couldn't help it: "Why didn't you tell him who bullied you? Why didn't you tell him, this child's Who is the father?" Xiaodie shook her head and said, "Because I can't say it, never will." Meng Xinghun said, "Why?" Xiaodie suddenly covered her face and cried bitterly, saying: "Please, don't force me, don't force me like my father..." Meng Xinghun clenched his fists, then released them, and said with a long smile, "I will never force you to do anything, but that person...won't he let you go?" Xiaodie nodded and said with tears: "I really shouldn't implicate you, because he can find us, not only will he not let me go, he won't let you go either." Meng Xinghun said: "Then let's not let him find it." Xiaodie raised her head again and said, "Really? Are you really willing to do this, are you really willing to avoid him?" She knew how painful it was for a man to hide, especially a man like Meng Xinghun, she couldn't believe that he could endure this kind of pain and grievance.Meng Xinghun gently took her into his arms, and said with a smile, "Why wouldn't I? Don't you always run away when you see a mad dog?" Xiaodie said: "But..." Meng Xinghun covered her mouth and said, "Even if we are found by him, we will be powerless and dead, but at least we have lived... Do you remember what you said?" Xiaodie said: "You mean... Butterfly?" Meng Xinghun nodded and said, "Butterfly...Although the life of a butterfly is fragile, would you rather be a butterfly? Or a long-lived tortoise?" Xiaodie also laughed and fell into his arms. A gust of autumn wind rolled up the fallen leaves. Although it was late autumn, they seemed to see a butterfly flying among the fallen leaves, so free and so beautiful, even the fallen leaves seemed to be dyed with fragrance...