Chapter 11 Chapter 9 Fish in the Net

The stars are fading away, and the night is drawing to a close. In the gray night, dawn appeared again in the east. What dawn brings to people is light, joy and hope. But what is brought to Lu Suwen now is only sentimentality, only sorrow, and only desolation. "It's almost dawn again." Lu Suwen sat on the bed, staring at the endless night outside the window. "It will surely be light." The sky will surely dawn, just as people must die. ——Life is short, so why bother about being a human being? When the phoenix blows, the dead gray morning mist has just risen slowly from the regret flower forest.

The stars have disappeared into the mist. Today is the third day of October. It was an ordinary day, but in Lu Suwen's life, it was a day that made her happy, memorable and sad. Twenty years. Just twenty years ago today, in a place with plum blossom forests and wooden cabins just like here, she and him planted memories. Both happy and painful memories. At dawn, the oil in the lamp After it has been burned out, the green smoke from the lamp core rises slowly like the morning mist. Lu Suwen just sat there all night. A night without sleep is already enough to make people thin, not to mention there is still a relationship that will never end, how can it not make people haggard?

The wrinkles at the corners of Lu Suwen's eyes seemed to appear more overnight. "Love" can sometimes make people mesmerized and heartbroken. What is the feeling of "unrequited love"? That kind of taste can only be understood by those who have experienced it. The plum blossoms in the morning mist look colder and more bleak. Are the plum blossoms there as cold and bleak as those here? Is there a person there who is full of lovesickness like the people here? Who said there are no ghosts in this world, who said that? The forest behind Dalin Village is also smoky, and there are people in the fog, in the plum blossom forest.

Isn't this person floating in the mist just a wandering soul that even hell refuses to take in? Yang Zheng's person seemed to have melted into the misty cold mist, his mouth and nose had melted into the mist. Only those star-like eyes remained. The light in the eyes is no longer bright, but full of pain. Now, these eyes are slowly looking around, every plum blossom, every place, he will never spare. Then a smile appeared in his eyes. No one can imagine how desolate and painful this smile is. The plum blossoms are still in full bloom, and the cabin still stands tall between the sky and the earth.

The scenery is the same as before, where are the people? Yang Zheng has traveled almost every corner of this land, counting every flower in this plum blossom forest. Every tree and every place here has unbearable memories and past events that make him fascinated. The dew has soaked his clothes.Every time you take a step, the shoes make a "puff" sound, and the upper of the shoe oozes water due to the force. Nowadays. Just twenty years ago today, he brought Lu Suwen to this place for the first time. On that night, he and she planted the seeds of love. On that day, he took out the "farewell hook" for the first time.

Yang Zheng flipped over a board on the ground, and took out a rusty iron box from the hole under the board. There is actually a fire cover in the iron box. Yang Zheng activated his fire moves, and Lu Suwen saw a weapon she had never seen before. As soon as the fire was turned on, there was a strangely shaped weapon in the iron box, and a cold light flashed, approaching Lu Suwen's eyebrows. She couldn't help shivering cleverly, and couldn't help asking: "What is this?" "This is a weapon, the weapon my father used during his lifetime." Yang Zheng looked sad. "This is also the only relic left by my father to me, but his old man has repeatedly warned me that not only must I never use it until life and death are at stake, but I must not even say it."

"I have also seen many people in the Jianghu, and I have seen all kinds of weapons." Lu Suwen said, "But I have never seen anything like this." "Of course you haven't." Yang Yang Zheng's face was full of arrogance. "It would have been an unprecedented and unique weapon." "Is it a sword, or a hook?" "It was supposed to be a sword, but my father named it a parting hook." "Since it's a hook, it should be hooked." Lu Suwen asked, "Why is it called parting?" "Because no matter what this sword hooks, it will cause parting." Yang Zheng looked at the parting hook in the box. "If it hooks your hand, your hand will say goodbye to your wrist. If it grabs your foot, your foot will say goodbye to your leg." "If it hooks my throat, I will say goodbye to this world." gone?"

"yes." "Why do you use such a cruel weapon?" "Because I don't want to say goodbye." Yang Zheng stared at Lu Suwen. "I don't want to say goodbye to you." There was an almost painful tenderness in his voice. "I want to use this parting hook just to get together with you, to be together forever from life to life, never to say goodbye again." "I use this hook just to get together with you." It has been in Lu Suwen's mind for twenty years. Buried in her heart for twenty years. Twenty years ago, when he left with parting jun, she didn't say a word. She would rather stay in that ghostly place alone, waiting desperately for his return, than force him to stay.Because she knew that what he was going to do was what he had to do, and if she definitely didn't want him to do it, it would definitely make him suffer and regret for the rest of his life.She would rather suffer this pain herself than stop her man from doing what he thinks he should do.

——How much courage must a woman have to do this? Although there is no sunshine and no snow today, the temperature seems to have risen a little. Lu Suwen looked up at the sky. Light has come to the earth. She sighed softly, and when she was about to get out of bed, she suddenly remembered that Lan Yichen had already been pruning plum blossoms in the plum blossom forest at this time, why hasn't he appeared today?Did you sleep last night and can't get up this morning? Or sick? Lu Suwen got off the bed in doubt, put on his dressing gown, and walked out of the room. "Brother Blue."

No one agreed, and Lan Yichen was not seen in the living room. She walked to the door of his room and knocked gently on the door. The room was quiet, Lu Suwen knocked on the door again, this time harder. Still nothing. She slowly opened the door and looked around. The quilt was neatly placed on the bed, as if no one had slept in it, did he also stay up all night last night? Lu Suwen walked into the room and looked around. The more you look at her, the more question marks appear on her brow. This is an unprecedented phenomenon. Lan Yichen has taken care of her meticulously for twenty years, and has never done anything to worry her.

Why can't I see him early this morning? Where has he gone? Lu Suwen turned around to leave, but suddenly found a letter left on the table. Picking up the letter and spreading it out to read, after a while, Lu Suwen's stubborn eyes were already moist, and tears flowed from the end of his eyes slowly. "Twenty years have passed, do I still care about the last two years?" Lu Suwen pampered him and said, "Brother Lan, why do you bother to break your promise?" Yang Zheng walked slowly in the Mei Lin. He revisited the old place, but there was no expression on his face. Even if he has pain and sentimentality in his heart, he will never show it on his face. Whoever has suffered the pain and torment he has suffered should have learned to keep his emotions to himself. All kinds of emotions are hidden in the heart. But emotions are like wine. The deeper you hide and the longer you hide, the thicker and stronger it becomes. Although he walked slowly, he had walked three times. There was Feng, and Feng was still very cold, as cold as a knife, scraping his face like a knife. He walked slowly through the merlin, silently counting the regret flowers. How many plum blossoms have bloomed on that tree?How many unopened flowers?He knows it all. He stopped to stare at a plum blossom that was still in bud, and the dew from last night was still on the bud. The dewdrops are crystal clear, just like "her" eyes. With stubborn eyes. ——"If I were ten years younger than now, I would definitely say this, and I would definitely do everything possible to keep you, and ask you to leave everything behind and spend the rest of my life with me in this ghost place." This is what he heard her The last word spoken. If she had really done this at the time, Yang Zheng might have felt better, but she was very calm. —How much pain must one pay to maintain such calm? Yang Zheng's heart was throbbing, but his face was still expressionless. The plum grove is full of the cold and damp fragrance of plum blossoms, and the fallen leaves of autumn still remain in the soil. Now that the new leaves have grown, the ancient plum tree has gained new life again. ——If there are no "dead leaves, how can new leaves regenerate?" Over the past twenty years, he has exhausted all his strength and thought of all methods, but he still can't find a trace of Lu Suwen. After "taking" Lu Suwen away, the Azure Dragon Society suddenly disappeared, and they have not seen any action since then. Is Lu Suwen alive?is it dead?This is what Yang Zheng has been worried about. A few days ago, Di Qinglin suddenly appeared here, not only bringing news of her, but also Yang Zheng's only daughter—Hua Wuyu.Lu Suwen married Huacuo, there must be her reasons. He understands and understands.Although I haven't seen her, I have heard of her, which is very satisfying. Yang Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, he stepped into the cabin, and then he saw a person who surprised and delighted him. This man was sitting on a chair in front of the table. He was wearing a long blue gown with the sleeve of his left arm fluttering in the air. His eyes were fixed on Yang Zheng who was stunned at the door. Yang Zheng also looked at him quietly. The two just stared at each other silently, and after an unknown amount of time, Yang Zheng heard his own voice saying: "I remember you also said that you would wait here for me?" "Yes." "Unexpectedly, this promise was not realized until twenty years later." "I can't think of it either." "When old friends reunite, they cannot live without wine." "Have." The one-armed man took out a bottle of wine, drank it with his mouth, took a big gulp, and then threw the bottle to Yang Zheng. Reaching out to take it, Yang Zheng also took a big sip. He wiped the corner of his mouth and walked towards the one-armed man with a smile. After sitting down, Yang Zheng took another sip. "How have you been doing in the past twenty years?" "Very good." The one-armed man touched the broken arm. "I'm also used to living with one hand." Yang Zheng looked at his broken arm. This severed arm was broken by Yang Zheng with a parting hook. This one-armed man is of course Lan Yichen. Lan Yichen stared at Yang Zheng attentively. Twenty years.How many twenty years are there in life? But the traces of the years did not remain on Yang Zheng's face, and some of them just wore away the arrogance between his brows. Painted a touch of melancholy at the end of his eyes. Yang Zheng also stared at Lan Yichen.He realized that Mr. Lan Da, known as the "Sword of God's Eye", no longer had the phoenix of the past.Now he is like a toothless lion crouching on a hill, watching the hares playing freely at the bottom of the hill, and he has no power to show off his might.The years have left most marks on his body. The sun is already in the middle, but the sky is vast, and there seems to be only a piece of gray lemon in the sky. . The distant mountains, flowing water, green leaves, and red flowers all become gray, like a faint ink painting. The two of them stared at each other like stone statues, and after a long time, Lan Yichen finally spoke; "I was a small policeman back then, but now I am the king of Fujun." "I am still Yang Zheng." "I'm no longer Lan Yichen." "You are." Yang Zheng said: "You are just covered by the years, and if necessary, you can break through the cover." "Really?" Lan Yichen's eyes had light. "When have I ever told a lie?" "Now, now you are telling lies." Lan Yichen said, "You are lying now." Yang Zheng looked at Lan Yichen quietly. "Mingming is anxious to know her whereabouts and her recent situation, why don't you ask?" Lan Yichen said. Yang Zheng knew who the "she" he was talking about was. "I know her." "Know her?" Lan Yichen sneered. "Twenty years of suffering, can you exchange for a sentence of understanding?" Yang Zheng was speechless, for the past twenty years he had lived in pain.What was the price he got? ——Why are hurtful words always shocking?Heartbreaking? Yang Zheng poured a glass of wine slowly, took a sip slowly, put down the glass slowly, and then said slowly: "You said you would wait for me here, but when I come back, not only will I not see you, Even Lu Suwen is gone." Yang Zheng watched him. "Did I ask you what happened? Did I suspect you?" "No." "That's because I trust you." Yang Zheng said, "Just like I know Lu Suwen." Lan Yichen was also speechless, because what Yang Zheng said was the truth, the truth. "You're not waiting for me here, she's gone, any point is enough to make me furious, but I didn't." Although Yang Zheng's heart ached, his face remained expressionless. "Because you are my friend." "Friend", what a warm word, what a lovely word, and how terrible two words. A friend is like a glass of wine, it can make people intoxicated, confused, and wrong. Although your friends are your "closest", most of them are your "enemies". If they are not your friends, how can they know your "everything".But there are very few friends in this world who can really live and die with you. Even such couples are rare, let alone friends? Since ancient times, there are indeed very few friends who can really live and die with you. But such friends are not absolutely non-existent. One thing is undeniable: those who can make you "sad", "painful" and "regret" are usually "friends". Lan Yichen laughed, and when Yang Zheng said "you are my friend", he started laughing, looking at Yang Zheng with a smile. "Are you blaming me for not fulfilling my responsibilities as a friend, blaming me for not protecting Lu Suwen with all my strength?" Lan Yichen said, "You are even more blaming her for leaving 'easily'." Dry, let alone people?" "Do you know what happened here when you left?" "Probably know a little bit." "About how much?" "After I left, although people from the Azure Dragon Society came to the door, you might not be able to beat them, but why didn't you run?" Yang Zheng said, "Did you suddenly forget that your legs are for running?" Long sighed. "If you knew who came that day, you'd be glad we're alive today." "Oh?" "Not to mention anything else, just one of them is enough for us to see." "Who?" "Win three." Hearing this name, Yang Zheng suddenly showed a very unusual expression. Shengsan may not be named Sheng, and the ranking is not the third. Others call him Shengsan, but because usually only "three" things can "remain" in people who have been "handled" by him.What three things? People who have been "treated" by him usually have lost their lives, their hair has been pulled out, their eyes have been gouged out, their noses, tongues and ears have been cut off, their teeth and nails have been pulled out, and their skin has been peeled off. , Prison limbs have been chopped, and even the bones have been smashed. So can this person have three things left? Which three? That is not fixed, what three things Sheng San wants him to keep, what he has left is those three things. After he "handles" a person, he usually keeps three things for that person. "My heart has always been very soft." Shengsan often said to people: "And I don't like killing everyone." He also often said: "No matter what I do, I will leave a little room for others, and sometimes I will leave more than three." Once he left a hair and a tooth for a person , a fingernail, and a hole in the nose. "Shengsan?" Yang Zheng was extremely surprised. "I didn't expect that the Azure Dragon Society would be able to invite him?" "No, he is from the Azure Dragon Society." Lan Yichen said, "And he is the head of the July Hall of the Azure Dragon Society." "It seems that the Azure Dragon Club is really a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger." Yang Zheng said with emotion. "I was originally a dragon, but in the Blue Dragon Club I barely counted as a mouse." The voice came from outside the door. This sound is very sharp, like the sound of a mouse when its tail is stepped on. As soon as Yang Zheng turned his head, he saw a person standing at the door. This person looks like a very kind person, with a round face, and his eyes seem to be a line when he smiles. He is laughing now, his eyes have narrowed into a line, and this line is facing Lan Yichen. Hearing the voice, Lan Yichen's complexion had changed. Seeing the person, his whole body seemed to be like a block of ice, not only white but also cold all over.Seeing this person, Yang Zheng also smiled, his eyes seemed to become a line. "Why do people say you are an expert in 'handling'?" Yang Zheng asked. "Because I am." "What are you dealing with?" "people." "People also have to deal with it?" "Of course." The person at the door said: "The most important thing to deal with in this world is people." "This is really peaceful." Yang Zheng actually agreed with him. "Garbage needs to be disposed of, and excrement also needs to be disposed of, otherwise the world will be stinky, but people need to be disposed of the most. If you don't deal with some people, I can guarantee that the world will become more stinky. Do you think so, Mr. Katsuzo?" "Yes." Shengsan replied, "Who are you talking about?" "I'm talking about those who broke the law but refuse to admit it, those who have evil intentions but desperately want to expose other people's privacy, and those who should be punished but always get away with it," Yang Zheng stared at Sheng San. "These people really should be dealt with." Shengsan's expression did not change. "But there is one kind of person that needs to be dealt with more." "What kind of person?" "Dead people." Shengsan said: "If the dead people are not dealt with, is there still a place for people in this world?" The temperature dropped several degrees when Katsuzo appeared. The chill pervades every corner of the cabin. "Who are you here to deal with this time?" Yang Zheng asked. "In principle, one person." Shengsan said, "It doesn't matter if there are one or two more." "One is also dealt with, two are also dealt with, and ten are also dealt with." Yang Zheng said: "Since we have to deal with it, it doesn't matter how many people there are." "That's right." "The only question now is, how do you handle the two of us by yourself?" Shengsan just smiled and didn't answer. The small wooden house, which was originally very sturdy, suddenly disappeared when Shengsan smiled. Even with good tools, it would take at least half a day to demolish this small wooden house, but now the wooden house was demolished in an instant.It was dismantled by hand by eight or nine middle-aged people who were already "blessed". A group of eight or nine people "walked" into the cabin from all sides on broken wood, and everyone was in their forties or fifties. But everyone's movements are very flexible and vigorous, and when they walk, they look like a sixteen or eighteen-year-old boy in the market, arrogant and energetic, and the energy in every blood vessel in the whole body seems to be ready to explode at any time.A group of seventeen or eighteen-year-old strong boys walked with this kind of pace and posture, which shocked the party members, let alone they were all middle-aged.What's more, the way they turned a small wooden house into a pile of broken wood just now is so fast, so accurate, so sure, and so effective.Every bend, every bump, every palm, every blow, and every movement is placed in the most accurate place, which can definitely cause the greatest destructive power.If what they are dealing with is not a wooden house, but a person, if they still use this method to deal with this person, then the killing power and damage they cause may only be described by the word "destruction" .Now Katsuzo was watching his guys happily. Yang Zheng was also looking at these eight or nine middle-aged people, he looked very carefully, every part of each person's body, as if a pervert was looking at a stripped virgin.From Shengsan's appearance to the time when the cabin was demolished, Lan Yichen sat quietly in his original place, watching these people walk slowly with an unusually calm attitude and pace. Come in.No matter what these people did, Lan Yichen felt that every pore of his body had begun to sweat, every muscle had begun to contract, and even his bladder had tightened.But on the surface.He didn't seem to feel anything at all. Katsuzo is very satisfied with the guys' approach and attitude. He likes to do things like that, but he doesn't like surprises, his guys are running out and he wants them all to live to be eighty.Although the current situation seemed to be under his control, he was still unwilling to make any mistakes. — In his line of work, one mistake is death. So he had to ask clearly first, of course he was asking Yang Zheng. "Is your friend Lan Yichen?" "yes." "You are Yang Zheng?" "yes." "That is Yang Hen's son, Yang Zheng?" "seems like it." "Will you be wrong?" "Never will." "Looking at it this way, it seems that I didn't go to the wrong place, nor did I find the wrong person." Shengsan let out a long breath lightly. "You didn't." Yang Zheng also sighed. "You didn't go to the wrong place, and you didn't find the wrong person, but you were wrong about one thing." "Which one?" "You were wrong in tearing down the cabin." As soon as Yang Zheng finished his sentence, before Sheng San had time to understand it, he had already started to act. Yang Zheng's attack was not aimed at Shengsan, nor at eight or nine middle-aged people, but at Lan Yichen. How could he hit Lan Yichen? Yang Zheng's abnormal behavior made Shengsan and his fellows stunned, watching Yang Zheng punch Lan Yichen in the stomach.Very hard punch.Lan Yichen didn't froze, he was already frightened.He also didn't understand why Yang Zheng wanted to beat him?He could only watch helplessly as Yang Zheng's fist hit his stomach—a very hard punch.When Yang Zheng's fist landed, it was like a butcher's knife. Lan Yichen looked like meat on a cutting board. This punch was probably the most powerful punch in Yang Zheng's life. He can't help it.Strength, if the fruit is less than one point, it will not be able to achieve the effect he wants. What is the effect he wants? Just when Yang Zheng hit Lan Yichen's stomach with a powerful punch, he suddenly turned his fist into a palm, and his blow into a support. He forcefully lifted Lan Yichen up, out of the encirclement, towards Merlin. Lan Yichen's person is like a stone being carried by Yang Zheng to the depths of the Merlin. When Shengsan realized something was wrong, Lan Yichen had disappeared into the plum grove. Then Yang Zheng looked at Shengsan with a grin. "You should now know where you went wrong?" The expression on Shengsan's face was as if someone stuffed three large Shandong eggs into his mouth at the same time. Eight or nine middle-aged people still stood quietly, and they would not move without Shengsan's order. Yang Zheng sat down easily, picked up the wine glass easily, and drank a glass as soon as he drank. "When you appeared, I was still worried about how to send Lan Yichen out of this place, but I didn't expect your partner to help me." Yang Zheng said: "This lesson tells you that everything has its advantages and its disadvantages." .” The sky was like fog, and the wind was as cold as needles. The cold wind blows from the north, bringing with it the bitter cold of the north, as well as the sorrow of the north. It seemed to bring a scream from the depths of Merlin. Everyone reacts differently to a certain sound at a certain time. If you were walking in a narrow alley in the dead of night, if there was a "groaning" sound, what would your reaction be?Some are surprised, some are stunned, some are curious, some are ignorant, some are even excited, and some may even cry.But no matter what expression or reaction, it will never be like Yang Zheng is now. His bright eyes suddenly dimmed, his thick eyebrows spread out, and his handsome nose wrinkled. His lips were already bleeding from the exertion, and the veins on his neck were protruding one by one. His face has become very close to the color of "death". ——What color is the color of death? —is not the color of death an indescribable color, When there was a scream in the north wind, Yang Zheng's expression changed. Katsuzo has also changed.He became happier and more self-satisfied. Yang Zheng was not only familiar with the scream coming from the depths of Meilin, but also knew whose mouth it came from. He thought that the forceful push just now had already lifted Lan Yichen to a safe place. At least he thought Merlin was a safe place. What now? When Beifeng heard the screams, Yang Zheng knew he was wrong. It was the second time in his life that he was wrong.The two ministries are the same place.The first time was to put Lu Suwen here "safely".The second time he thought that the Merlin was a "safe" place, so he sent Lan Yichen to the Merlin. Now he has "sweared that he will never make mistakes again from now on. The first mistake has caused him pain for twenty years. What about the second time? Would he have to suffer for another twenty years? No! Yang Zheng can't allow this anymore, he doesn't have twenty years to spare. So when the screams came, his people rushed to the depths of the Merlin like arrows. Just as his body was flying, Shengsan and his buddies were also flying. Katsuzo and his men criss-crossed into a net in the air. A net that cannot be broken through. A web of dangers. Then this net covered Yang Zheng like a fish in a net. When a fish is caught in a net, it cannot escape. What about Yang Zheng? Now the net has been tightened, and Yang Zheng is already in the net. Can the fish caught in the net escape?