September is high.

Han Qianqing's thin figure through the deserted wild path, carrying a rusty wood knife in his hand, constantly blocking some thorny weeds with thorns in front of him, following the memory of the position, gradually saw a lonely tomb.

“Sister...”

Standing in the position of the few meters outside the tomb, Han Qian suddenly sighed bitterly, threw the wood knife on the ground, and looked directly at the tombstone with some simple words, as if it was sluggish.

A few minutes or more.

Han Qian only sighed bitterly and walked over, crouched down and uprooted some of the weeds around the tomb with his hands, and placed the white chrysanthemums he brought in before the tombstone, and there were several exquisite pastries brought with the box.

"You used to say that the hibiscus pastry on the front street of Sudi is delicious, which I specially brought with me, and the sparrows you like... well, here they are all here..."

Han Qian said to himself, while carrying a lot of things from behind the bag, there are dark coins paper money, small leisure prose books, a few photobooks, pastries, cosmetics, and a few small velvet dolls, as if he were going to put it here, full of small empty space in front of the grave...

"The man you love was released from prison last year, with Ye Qingge, had a son, but in foreign countries and he knows his other two women and several children, those children are in high school, one of the women in order to support the child, and a Sydney businessman married, but recently in the divorce formalities, 40 years old, probably these ten years may have lived a false marriage with the foreigner..."

"I didn't understand it before, but I still don't understand, but a lot of things I don't understand, time will not lie, so although I don't understand it, but probably you are right, maybe he is a man worthy of your love, and I, Chang'an, are not!" 」

"The teacher's end is not very good, in fact, you did not see him die should also be a good thing, perhaps you see and cry with tears, while scolding him ... quarrel... but I don't know if there is really an underground world, if there is, you and all right?" 」

"Ten years have passed, I am constantly thinking of you, but the year before last year I quietly married a woman, we did not have a certificate, because to avoid many marriage life tied up two people together unknown trouble, for Xiao Jie, in fact, there is not too deep love, but she is a very virtuous woman, I at least like her, and she loves me very much, my daughter is one year and four months, she is called Yue Ye..."

"Smoke, if you are still there, I don't know if there is any wrinkles now, once dreamed of you, you have grown wrinkles, mature, but still beautiful, sex or the wind and fire so wild, in my dream or in trouble!" 」

"In fact, my dreams, you think I want to be a painter, but at the beginning I want to be a painter, like Van Gogh, this life can buy a motorhome at this age, drive around the world, paint the world in my eyes, of course... It is best to have a person who knows me around, I can not need children, this secret I only tell you!" 」

“Changan...”

Speaking of this, Han Qian's tone slightly paused, his eyes were complicated with sighing, and he smiled bitterly, "Two days ago, Cao Lao called me to ask me a few people and things, asked Chang'an and Chen Jia, I don't know how to tell you Chang'an for more than ten years, but I admire him for more than ten years as a day in thinking, he is not looking for other women, he is now rich and powerful, before those who have bullied him and our Yanjing children, now heard his name, now he is like a day, he is now a wolf, he is now a man.It is no longer that you have been flirting with his "smoldering gourd", in fact, he is not bored at all, and there are more thoughts in his mind than we do."

"I sometimes think that a man who is willing to spend a little time pursuing a woman, even if it is a princess of a country, he may really be moved by him, not to mention that he has been focusing on loving a woman for more than ten years!" 」

"Smoke... if he's in a mess, I hope you read his love and bless him."

“Old Cao asked me who I thought was a good person and who was a bad person.I can't tell, at least it's hard for me to say from an objective point of view who these young people now into the eyes of Cao Da represent good and who represents evil?"

"In some ways, they are the same, they have hurt a lot of people, Chang'an, Yang Yan, Lin Xiu... These young people do things, like the reckless young man Qianshanhai who came out of the Qilian Mountains, they are ignoring the dark boundaries and rules, with punches, kicks and teeth to bite out their own forces, but their respective hearts are different!" 」

"But the same, they are now rich and powerful, but they have not used this money for their own welfare, Chang'an for beauty and no sense, just touched the poison, this is the biggest mistake, but he also did a lot of big things, Jindi hundreds of billions of assets, handed over, in many countries, he is in his own way to circle a large number of mineral and energy resources, I guess, if not to grow their own to deal with Qishanhai, he may also have orders in the case of handing over these things..."

"Qi Shanhai can be hidden, until now is still a lot of people can not pass the hurdle, because according to the above will, he was damned!" 」

"That Yang Yan is not a good person, but he also did a lot of good things, did not make the money they earned all the squandering to enjoy, he is, to some extent, is the flag of the representative of national medicine, some people have done a survey, probably in addition to a few people who have no longer known where to live, he may be the youngest but most proficient in the world today's Miao Xinjiang medical hue people, he is studying the withdrawal of poison, many people see him has long been unsatised, but also look forward to his Miao Xinjiang medicine."

"There is also the new small boy Lin Xiu in the south, that guy is probably the heir to the mantle in the true sense of Qishanhai, compared to Chang'an and Yang Yan, this guy looks more plain, but he is also a guy who has less than Changan and Yang Yan, may have learned the lessons of Qishanhai, he is not keen on the land, seems to be focusing on the field of investment...

"You probably don't like to listen to this, I'll be simple, I should support or promote it!"Han Qian sighed, "In the past few decades, some of those overbearing foreigners have plundered the wealth of many places from various fields of finance, including us, but domestic investment is limited to domestic astute, and in terms of international laws and frameworks, we occupy an absolute demographic advantage, but in fact, we also have great drawbacks, the sheep effect is too large, and it is easy to bewitched and easily coaxed...

Lighting the candle, the Han tobacco children loved things in the fire pot one by one, Han Qian said in addition to this world, no one can hear the words.

Soon after, a black Land Rover appeared at the foot of the mountain, and Chen Changan, wearing a white suit, stepped down from the car and accompanied by Ma Tongfeng, slowly walked toward the mountain.

Yanjing, eight-mile pavilion.

Under the slight drizzle, Yang Yan and Qin Yue together, two people standing side by side in front of a more luxurious tomb, looking at the warm black and white photos on the tombstone, Qin Yue's eyes are red, with bright crystal tears in the flash.

Not far in front of the two men, a figure in a black dress crouched there to put the flowers down, reached out to touch the warm photos on the tombstone, the expression was complex and sad to say their own heart over the past year - she was specially returned from Xiangjiang Wen Xiaomo.

On the far side of the ocean.

I "hugged" a hot figure into a manor, the manor lights are bright, a big and noisy party is in progress, "Lena"'s face is the sign of passage, even if she takes the time to make a look at the two guards guarding the manor, but the two stupid guards missed the opportunity of this last warning.

After entering, my hand was on Lena's armon skin, very full, and the cold blade could stab her in the heart from this part in the next second: "Your little movements are better not to have it again, take me over, tell me which is Biecher, and there are several others, the so-called sharpshooter 'Clint' should not be there?" 」

Lena's face looked very bitter.

A few minutes later, the terrible killing began...

When the eyebrows of Bishel, who were talking to a few friends with a glass, suddenly appeared with a flying knife and blood burst out, the air seemed to sullen for a moment, and then it was - explosive chaos!