Chapter 28 Twenty-eighth blood connection

The sky is full of stars, stars, not shooting stars. Although the light of a meteor is brilliant, it will disappear in an instant. Only the stars are eternal, and the dimmer the star, the more stable it is. Although it does not attract people's praise and attention, it will never change and will always exist. The principle of being a human being is the same, isn't it? Meng Xinghun raised his head, staring at the sky full of stars, his mood finally gradually calmed down. Over the past year he has gradually learned to endure some things that he could not bear before. He didn't dare to look at her until he was completely calm.

Because he had already planned to kill this woman for the old man. But he is not an old man, how can he be the master of the old man. No one can rule for another—no one can think of himself as a master, as a god. Meng Xinghun sighed in his heart, and said slowly: "I fully understand what you mean, now can you take me to see the old man?" Feng Feng's eyes moved, and he said, "Do you have to go to see him?" Meng Xinghun said: "Yes." Fengfeng sighed and said, "Actually, it's better if you don't see him." Meng Xinghun said, "Why?"

Fengfeng said leisurely: "Maybe you don't know yet, he has nothing to give you now, except for trouble." She bit her lip and said softly: "But I can give you..." Meng Xinghun didn't want to listen to what she had to say. He was afraid that he would lose control, so he quickly interrupted her and said, "I went to him, and I don't want him to give me anything." Fengfeng blinked and said, "Can you give him anything else?" Meng Xinghun said word by word: "As long as it is what I have, I can give it to him." Fengfeng said: "I really didn't expect you to be such a person."

Meng Xinghun said: "What kind of person do you think I am?" Fengfeng said: "A smart person." Meng Xinghun said, "I'm not smart." Fengfeng stared at him, suddenly laughed again, and said with a haha ​​smile: "I was just testing you just now to see if you are really reliable, otherwise how dare I take you there?" Meng Xinghun said coldly: "Now you have tried it." Fengfeng smiled and said: "So now I feel relieved, come with me." She turned around, although she still had a smile on her face, but there was already a look of resentment in her eyes.

She was already as free as a bird, but now she would be forced back into the cage. In exchange for this freedom, she has paid a price. Now she vowed to make Meng Xinghun pay a higher price to return it to her. This secret room is indeed like a cage. The old man sat there cross-legged. He wanted to sleep, but couldn't. Only people with insomnia know how painful it is to lie in bed and not be able to fall asleep. So he simply sat up and looked at the pool in front of him. The pool is calm. The ripples aroused when Fengfeng left were completely calm now. However, the ripples she caused in the old man's heart were not calm - the old man suddenly felt an indescribable emptiness and loneliness in his heart, as if he had suddenly lost his spiritual sustenance.

"Have I pinned all my hopes on her?" The old man really didn't want to believe it, even if it was true, he couldn't believe it, because he knew how dangerous it was. But he couldn't deny it. Because all he was thinking about now was hoping that she would come back soon. Except for this matter, he was almost completely unable to think. He suddenly discovered that he was not as smart as others imagined, nor was he as smart as he imagined. He had already made a mistake in judgment many years ago. The person he had to deal with that time was Hanyang Dahao Zhou Dabeard. He was not only fond of wine, lust, but also greedy for money.

As long as a person has a weakness, it is easy to deal with. So he first sent a beautiful woman to Zhou Dabeard, and also hung precious gems and emeralds on this beauty. He thought that Zhou Dazi must have regarded him as a friend, and he would never be on guard against him again. So he immediately rushed to Hanyang as quickly as possible, but he didn't know that Zhou Dabeard was already ready to ambush and wait for him. He rushed into Zhou Dabeard's ambush with twelve people, and only two people were left when he came back. That mistake taught him a very painful lesson, and he had vowed never to make the same mistake again.

Unexpectedly, he was wrong again, and it was even worse. "Even gods make mistakes, let alone people?" The old man has made no less than a thousand judgments and decisions in his life, and only being wrong twice is not too many. But apart from these two times, is everything done right? Although his subordinates absolutely respected and obeyed his orders, did they really agree with what he did?Or is it just because of fear of him? Thinking of this, he suddenly felt cold sweat all over his body. At this moment, all the wrongdoings of his life suddenly appeared before his eyes, like pictures that could move, faded but not disappeared.

He suddenly discovered that these things were not done completely correctly, and if he could do some things again, he would never do them the same way as before. He only remembered those two mistakes, because only those two mistakes were against him. There are also mistakes which do no harm to himself, but which do harm to others, and do so very badly. Not only had he long forgotten these mistakes, but he had forgotten them very quickly. "Why does a person always wait until the end of the road before thinking of his own mistakes?" Lin Xiu, Wu Laodao, his daughter, and many others, have they all been victims of his wrong judgment?

Why did he wait until now to think of these people, and only now to feel guilty and remorseful? Why does he always hold grudges in his heart when others feel sorry for him; but he will soon forget what he has done to others? The old man clenched his hands tightly, and the palms were also covered with cold sweat. He almost didn't dare to think about it anymore, didn't dare to think too deeply. Fortunately, there was wine here. He struggled to get out of bed and found a jar of wine. Just as he was about to smash the mud seal, he suddenly heard the sound of water splashing. He turned around and saw Meng Xinghun!

Meng Xinghun is a wonderful person. Wherever he appears, he always looks that way—like you go to the toilet by yourself. Usually he doesn't seem very calm, because people who are too calm will attract attention. It's just that no matter how excited he is in his heart, he won't show it on his face, let alone cry, laugh, or yell, but he is by no means numb. His feelings may be richer than anyone else's, but he has always hidden it very well. When he looked at the old man, the old man was also looking at him. They just looked at each other quietly, neither surprised nor warmly greeted. No one could see how excited they were, but they could already feel it, and even felt that the blood was flowing faster than usual. This kind of feeling is by no means "excited" to describe it. They had no such feelings. Strictly speaking, they were just strangers, neither of them knew each other well, and they seldom even met each other. But at this moment, they suddenly had this feeling. "Because he is my daughter's husband!" "Because he is my wife's father!" They didn't say this sentence, and they didn't even really think about it. They only vaguely felt that there was a strange and mysterious connection between themselves and each other, and they were inseparable and inseparable. Because they have only one person left who is closest to them in this world. That is his wife, his daughter. No one but themselves can understand how important and how deep the meaning of this thing is. The old man suddenly said, "Are you here?" Meng Xinghun nodded and said, "I'm here!" This sentence doesn't make much sense, they want to say such a sentence.It's just because I'm afraid that if I don't speak again, hot tears will come out of my eyes. The old man said, "Sit down." Meng Xinghun sat down. The old man stared at him, and after a long, long time, he suddenly smiled and said, "I also thought that if there is only one person in the world who can find this place, it must be you." Meng Xinghun also smiled, and said, "Except for you, no one else can create such a place." The old man said: "This place is not good enough." Meng Xinghun said: "Not enough?" The old man said: "Not enough, because you still found it." Meng Xinghun was silent for a while, then slowly said: "I might not have been able to find it in the first place!" Although he didn't mention Fengfeng, nor did he take a look, but of course the old man understood what he meant. Fengfeng was right next to her, and none of them took a look. The old man just smiled and said, "Why are you waiting here? Didn't you go after that carriage?" Meng Xinghun said, "I went after him." The old man said, "You haven't chased very far?" Meng Xinghun said: "Not far away." The old man said, "What made you turn back?" Meng Xinghun said, "Two things." The old man said, "Which two things?" Meng Xinghun said slowly: "Someone saw that carriage going towards that road." The old man said, "How many people are there?" Meng Xinghun said, "I've seen one of them." The old man said: "Oh?" Meng Xinghun said: "He is not a tight-lipped person, so..." The old man said, "So what?" Meng Xinghun smiled again, and said flatly: "If I were you, in that situation, I would definitely tell that person to shut his mouth forever." The old man smiled and said, "You and I both know that in that situation, there is only one way to shut up." Meng Xinghun said: "That's right, I shouldn't have seen that person, but I saw him. Of course there is a reason." The old man said, "What do you think is the reason?" Meng Xinghun said, "I thought of two possibilities." The old man said, "Which two kinds?" Meng Xinghun said: "Either you are not taking that road at all, or you are not in that carriage at all!" The old man's eyes flickered, and he said, "Is there no third possibility?" Meng Xinghun said: "No!" The old man said: "Didn't it occur to you that maybe it was just my negligence?" Meng Xinghun said: "Under that situation, there is absolutely no way you would have such negligence." The old man said: "Why?" Meng Xinghun said: "Because if you are such a person, you would have died thirty years ago." The old man stared at him, with a smile in his eyes, and said slowly: "I didn't expect you to know me so well." Meng Xinghun said: "I should understand." The old man said: "We don't meet many times." Meng Xinghun said: "Whether you can understand a person or not doesn't depend much on the time you meet him. Sometimes, even a person who has followed you all your life may not be able to understand him." The old man was deep in thought, then suddenly heaved a long sigh and said, "I understand what you mean." He not only understands, but agrees. Because in the past two days, his views on many things have changed a lot. If it was three days ago, he would have thought Meng Xinghun's words were ridiculous. At that time, he never admitted that he could have misunderstood Ritsu Kagawa, but now he realizes that not only did he not fully understand Ritsu Kagawa, he didn't even know much about his own daughter. Meng Xinghun was also contemplating, and slowly continued: "But there are some people, you only need to meet him once, and you will feel that you already know him, as if you have been friends for many years." The old man said, "Is it because they are the same kind of people?" Meng Xinghun's eyes seemed to be far away, and said: "I don't know if it's because of this, I only know that there are often wonderful emotions between people, no one can explain it!" The old man's gaze also became far away, and he said slowly: "For example——you and Xiaodie?" Meng Xinghun smiled, and there was an indescribable taste in his laughter, because whenever he thought of Xiaodie, his heart was filled with sweet happiness, but there was a kind of lingering lovesickness and longing. "How is she doing these days? Can she eat and sleep well?" He knew that Xiaodie must also miss him, perhaps more deeply and more than him. Because he still has many other things to do, to think about. But she could only miss him, especially at night, when the stars shone in front of the bed and the sound of the waves came to the window. "In the past few days, she must have lost a lot of weight!" The old man has been looking into his eyes, and he can see the yearning in his eyes. Knowing that someone is so caring and loving to his daughter, the father is naturally also moved. The old man suddenly had an indescribable excitement in his heart, and he could hardly bear to hug this guy in his arms. But the old man is not good at expressing his emotions, so he just asked lightly: "Does she know that you came out this time to find me?" Meng Xinghun said: "Not only does she know, but she is the one who asked me to come, because she has always missed you!" The old man smiled bleakly, and couldn't help asking: "Did she ever blame me?" Meng Xinghun said: "No, because she not only understands you, but also adores you. She has adored you since she was a child, and she still adores you as she did when she was a child. It will never change in the future." The old man was suddenly excited again, tears could not help but burst out of his eyes, he said in a hoarse voice: "But I have been wrongly blaming her—" Meng Xinghun interrupted him, and said: "You don't need to feel bad about this matter, because she is living a very good life now, no matter what, the past is over, it's best not to bring it up again. " Mentioning this matter made him feel equally uncomfortable. He knows that now is not the time to feel sorry for himself, the question now is how to create the future, and he must no longer mourn the past. So he immediately changed the subject and said: "I know that you will never be so negligent, so I turned back immediately, but this is not the only reason for me to turn back." The old man's chest rose and fell, he let out a long breath, and said, "What else is there?" Meng Xinghun said: "The cause of death of Ma Fangzhong's family also makes me very suspicious." The old man said sadly: "You saw their corpses?" Meng Xinghun nodded, and said: "They died by taking poison themselves, but they deliberately made people think that they died by someone else's knife. Of course there is a reason for this." The old man looked even more gloomy, and said: "You already thought that they died for me?" Meng Xinghun said: "Because they also know that only the dead can truly keep secrets." The old man sighed, "But you still discovered their secret!" Meng Xinghun said: "I didn't find anything, I was just suspicious." The old man said, "That's why you came here?" Meng Xinghun said: "I was already planning to go another way to chase, because I can't see that there is still a place where people can hide here." The old man pondered, and said: "Are you really ready to go another way to chase?" Meng Xinghun nodded. The old man said: "If you can't catch anything, will you come back here and wait?" Meng Xinghun said, "Maybe." The old man said: "Why don't you go after the original road?" Meng Xinghun said: "The main reason is: the carriage suddenly became silent when it was 800 miles away." The old man lost his voice: "Why?" Meng Xinghun said: "That carriage was originally very eye-catching, and the driver was also very attractive, so people saw it along the way, and I asked all the way, and some people remembered that carriage passed by." The old man said: "What happened later?" Meng Xinghun said: "But after passing Huangshi Town, no one has seen that carriage again." The old man said, "Where is the driver?" Meng Xinghun said: "No one has seen it again, the chariots, horses and people seem to have suddenly disappeared out of thin air." The old man's pupils are constricting. This matter was planned by him many years ago, and he always believed that there would never be any mistakes. Only now did he realize that no matter how well planned things are, there are often completely unexpected changes in actual actions. Just because no one can predict this kind of change in advance, so no one can prevent it in advance. Because man is not God after all, and cannot dominate everything. Not even God! God's will is not obeyed by everyone. If a person can think of this, he will not take the gain or loss of a matter too seriously. If a person's mind of gains and losses is lighter, he will live a much happier life. After a long time, the old man said slowly: "If you will come back here to wait, of course Lu Xiangchuan will be the same." Meng Xinghun said: "He will never come by himself!" The old man said: "Why?" Meng Xinghun said: "First, because he still has a lot of other things to do, he is very proud now." The word "proud" is wonderful. Sometimes it's a compliment, sometimes it's sarcasm, and sometimes it's something else. Proud people often do things they shouldn't do. Because if a person is too complacent, his mind will become unclear. Of course the old man also understands this. Meng Xinghun said: "What's more, at most he just feels suspicious. He will never think that there are secrets under the well. Even if he sends people to guard here, he will never send the main force." The old man said: "I also thought of that." Meng Xinghun said: "There is a second point." The old man said: "Oh?" Meng Xinghun said: "I can be sure that he will never come to you by himself, because he no longer has to come by himself." The old man said: "Why?" Meng Xinghun smiled and said, "Because he believes that someone will find you for him." The old man moved: "Who? Who is that person?" Meng Xinghun said: "Me!" When he uttered this word, he really surprised a person, but the person who was surprised was not the old man, but Fengfeng. The look in the old man's eyes was still very calm, not only did he not show surprise and doubt, but he even seemed to have a hint of a smile. Fengfeng suddenly discovered that there was a wonderful relationship between these two people, so they could not only understand each other, but also trust each other. She was very unwilling to sit beside her peacefully like this, but she suddenly felt very tired, as if a mysterious drowsiness was slowly climbing up her spine, and had gradually climbed up her head. The figures of the old man and Meng Xinghun seemed to have gradually blurred, and their voices seemed to have gradually faded away... She tried desperately to open her eyes, but the eyelids were as heavy as lead... The old man said, "Have you been to the garden?" Meng Xinghun said: "When I went, there was no one there." The old man said: "So you quickly found that tunnel." Meng Xinghun said: "The tunnel has already prepared a boat for me!" The old man said: "So you think they asked you to follow me on purpose?" Meng Xinghun said: "Not bad." The old man said, "Aren't they tracking you secretly?" Meng Xinghun said: "No one can follow me in secret!" The old man said, "Is there anyone who can make you tell the truth?" Meng Xinghun said: "There is..." This was the last word Fengfeng heard from him. Then she suddenly fell asleep. Only then did the old man turn his head, glanced at her, and murmured: "She really slept like a child." Meng Xinghun said: "She is no longer a child." The old man pondered, and said, "You want her to fall asleep?" Meng Xinghun nodded. In the well, he used the lightest technique to touch the "sleeping point" under her back spine. With a pensive expression in his eyes, the old man said deeply: "It seems that you don't trust her!" Meng Xinghun said: "Do you think I should trust her?" The old man was contemplating, and suddenly heaved a long sigh, and said, "When you reach my age and my situation, you will trust her." He slowly continued word by word: "Because you have no second person you can trust." Meng Xinghun said: "But you—" The old man interrupted him and said, "You won't know how terrible that feeling is until you get to the point where no one trusts you." Meng Xinghun said: "So you must find someone to trust?" The old man said: "Not bad." Meng Xinghun said, "Why?" The old man said: "It's like a person suddenly fell into the boundless sea. As long as there is a piece of driftwood floating over, you will immediately grab it tightly. Even if you know that this piece of driftwood can't save you, You're going to hold on to it, too." Meng Xinghun said: "But no matter how tightly you hold it, it's useless." The old man said: "Although it's useless, it can at least make you feel something to rely on." He smiled bitterly, and continued slowly: "I know you will think my thinking is ridiculous, maybe it's just because I'm an old man, and young people usually think that old people think it's very funny." ridiculous." Meng Xinghun stared at him, and after a long time, he said slowly: "I never thought you were ridiculous!" The old man is never funny. He is hateful, terrible, and sometimes pathetic. But he is by no means ridiculous. Only those who find his ideas ridiculous are truly ridiculous.