55 A Misplaced Reunion | The Most Thorough Love
There was a sharp quarrel coming from the front.
A little boy of five or six years old was standing at the gate holding a teddy bear. The chip on his passport caused the gate to light up with a glaring red cross again and again, and no information could be scanned.
The young mother's eyes were red with anxiety because she had to catch a flight.
The staff informed: "The system cannot recognize it, please go to the manual counter."
The mother's voice rose, and the child was frightened and burst into tears.
The crowds in front and behind Lin Weifeng gradually dispersed, quickly changing lanes to the sides. She was jostled by the stranded passengers, and her shoulder banged against the barrier.
She raised her hand and rubbed it, her eyes swept around, and she also estimated the length of the nearby queues and chose one to go.
One step, two steps, she was distracted, her steps were heavy, and her heart was unable to let go.
She walked to the end of the long line next to her, and suddenly—
Suddenly, her lower back was pressed against cold, hard metal. She already knew from experience that it was a gun.
A man with a smoky voice said in my ear: "Don't talk, follow me, otherwise -" He paused, and the metal pushed forward half an inch, "You and I will die here."
At that moment, Lin Weifeng heard his heart pounding against his chest.
She knew that her premonition had come true and she couldn't escape it.
This also means that Jiang Yu was quietly pushed into the abyss in an unknown place.
At the corner of the airport's underground parking lot, she pressed the positioning watch for the last time.
Although the action was not obvious, Ah Xun, who was leading the way, still noticed it.
Ah Xun was about forty years old, tall and thin. His eyes were determined, and he had no intention of letting her go. But his grip and words were very measured, so Lin Weifeng did not feel afraid.
Ah Xun did not use brute force to remove her watch. Instead, he took out a black cloth bag from his pocket, opened a hole, and said, "Put all your electronic products in here. You can put them in by yourself."
Lin Weifeng said first: "You don't look bad."
Ah Xun said frankly: "People are diverse, including bad people."
He shook the cloth bag in his hand, indicating that she must do it.
Lin Weifeng reached into his coat pocket, and at that moment a message came on his cell phone.
Ah Xun turned sideways, with the muzzle of his gun hanging loosely, and gave her a very brief look.
Meaning: Take one last look.
The screen was lit in cool white light.
Lin Weifeng saw the message from Sun Zhengxiao: [Ning Sicheng asked me for your number.]
Immediately afterwards, a strange phone call came in.
In front of Axun, Lin Weifeng raised the phone to her ear and tightened her grip on it quietly.
She didn't speak first, but only heard a girl's irregular breathing rhythm in the receiver.
On the other side of the phone, Ning Sicheng had already arrived home safely. When he woke up, it was as if he had desperately crawled out of a nightmare.
She made a big fuss at home and got through the last bit of fear.
At a certain moment, she remembered that Sun Zhengxiao told her that Jiang Yu liked Lin Weifeng.
And those guys tied up the wrong person.
So she asked Sun Zhengxiao for Lin Weifeng's phone number.
Ning Sicheng's voice was still unstable, and he said in a jumpy voice: "Lin Weifeng, don't trust anyone, be wary of everything around you!"
She cried out and then choked.
She was indeed frightened tonight, and that shout just now seemed to have exhausted all her courage.
Lin Weifeng just listened and she didn't dare to speak.
Ning Sicheng wasn't sure what kind of environment Lin Weifeng was in, so he continued, "I got home and woke up in my own bed, but I don't remember anything. I only remember fire and guns..."
“They have guns!”
“They are committing a crime!”
She paused, her voice suddenly lowered: "I've told my family, they're also trying to find a way to save you."
you.
Ning Sicheng was talking about "you guys".
Lin Weifeng didn't know how Ning Sicheng got involved in this confrontation, and she still didn't say a word.
But she knew that Jiang Yu's name must be included in these two short words.
Because Lin Weifeng didn't speak for a long time, Ning Sicheng stamped his feet, sighed, and hung up the phone hesitantly.
Lin Weifeng was calm and threw the electronic products into the black bag.
Ah Xun opened the back door of a van, turned his head and let Lin Weifeng in.
At this moment, a short and thin man suddenly appeared in the co-pilot seat. At the same time, a cool breeze with a smell of medicine suddenly passed by Lin Weifeng's neck.
The next moment, he was seen striding over with a handkerchief soaked in ether, intending to attack Lin Weifeng.
But he only had time to grab Lin Weifeng's wrist because he was blocked by Ah Xun's body.
Ah Xun's fingers were bony and his expression was cold. Amidst the repeated "WC" calls from the other party, he calmly said, "This person will follow us obediently. There's no need to knock her out."
Lin Weifeng didn't know why Ah Xun protected her, but he was indeed right.
She would go with them.
This is the only way to save Jiang Yu's life and even the lives of more people.
There was no ventilation in the car, and the smell of low-quality plastic mixed with gun oil was unpleasant.
Ah Xun wrapped disposable straps around her hands and feet, being gentle and not too tight.
He originally wanted to cover his eyes with a black cloth, but he paused and finally gave up.
Not knowing how Ah Xun ended up on this path, Lin Weifeng intuitively felt that he did not originally belong to Miao Zheng's team.
The moment the car door closed, the world immediately fell into darkness.
The engine roared and the car was ejected as a whole.
They were driving very fast, and at many bends, the car would suddenly stop and start, and Lin Weifeng's forehead would hit the back of the seat in front from time to time.
The road was very remote, and along the way, gravel was scattered by the tires, making muffled sounds.
The car was parked in a place without any city view.
The car door opened and the night wind blew in, carrying with it a damp, rusty smell.
Lin Weifeng was pulled and staggered out of the car. Soon, several beams of dazzling headlights shot straight at her and hit her face.
At the same time, she took advantage of the light to look around.
This is an abandoned village hall. The paint on the door lintel has peeled off, half of the stage is hung with a faded red cloth, and an old spotlight hangs in the center, crackling with electricity.
Four or five men were scattered in the dark, some holding guns.
The dim light shining on them made it obvious at a glance that they were not very human.
A man dressed neatly and slightly exaggeratedly stood in the center of the beam, his black windbreaker open, playing with a butterfly knife in his hand.
The blade flew between his fingertips, and every opening and closing reflected Lin Weifeng's pale face.
"Jiang Yu owes me an 'assistance'," he raised his eyes and began to speak, a gentle smile on the corner of his lips, but the smile did not reach his eyes, "You are just here to assist him."
Lin Weifeng had heard Miao Zheng's story from Lin Haidong, but didn't know what Miao Zheng looked like.
The man in front of him had sharp brows, calm eyes, and the majesty of having enjoyed countless bloodthirsty deeds. Ah Xun didn't dare to look at him.
She knew immediately that he was Miao Zheng.
And I am not only a hostage, but also a trump card for temporary deployment.
Miao Zheng challenged in his usual tone, "This is an uninhabited area on the border. Please stay with us until tomorrow."
Lin Weifeng asked calmly, "Do you want to use me to threaten him?"
"Yes, thank you, little girl."
Miao Zheng walked off the stage, approached her, and held up his phone in front of her. The screen lit up, revealing a video call interface.
Miao Zheng used his fingertips to push away the strands of hair from her lips, his voice deliberately sharp: "Tell him that you are here with me, that's all."
At the same time, a gun lightly touched the side of her neck, and the cold touch instantly ran up her spine.
The video is connected.
Jiang Yu stood on the edge of a floating bridge, with a bottomless lake behind him.
After just a few hours of not seeing him, dark stubble appeared at the corners of his lips, like thorns hastily growing on a plain.
His brows were calm, helplessly composed. A hint of fire remained in his eyes, waiting for the wind to blow, waiting for the prairie fire to spread.
Lin Weifeng looked at him on the screen and could see with his own eyes that he had aged a lot.
The two of them didn't speak for a long time.
Jiang Yu borrowed a cigarette from somewhere and put it in his mouth.
It was his first time smoking a cigarette and he was not used to it. The flame flickered between his fingers. He took one puff after another and stubbornly finished the whole cigarette.
He might need a little burning pain to steady his breathing.
Miao Zheng winked at Lin Weifeng.
Lin Weifeng thought for a moment, then looked at the camera and said, "Jiang Yu, this is our first video call."
Jiang Yu's facial muscles moved, but he didn't make a sound.
"Maybe—" She paused, her smile gentle but resolute, "This may also be the last time."
Jiang Yu moved his phone slightly away and looked at the dark lake in the distance.
The water is boundless, swallowing up all retreat routes.
After a few seconds, he raised his phone again, looked at her, and said in a low voice: "No."
Lin Weifeng curled his lips, as if to coax him, but also as if to coax himself: "Don't you want to learn how to chase girls?"
"Um."
"Then do you know what it means when a girl says 'no'?"
Jiang Yu raised his eyes and said word by word: "No, I want it."
"Right," Lin Weifeng smiled. "So, if the girl you're pursuing says, 'Don't fail to save her, or you won't be able to pursue her.'"
Jiang Yu's eyelashes trembled, and the tears were forced back, and a very low "Okay" rolled out of his throat.
Lin Weifeng continued, as if explaining, "There's a popular online 'Thirty-Six Strategies for Chasing Girls.' The first strategy is to create something out of nothing; the thirty-sixth strategy is to turn the tables. The key strategies in between are choosing the right path and standing tall and upright."
She looked into his eyes, her voice soft yet sharp: "You have to do it, Jiang Yu."
Jiang Yu twisted his fingers hard at the edge of his pants and replied in a hoarse voice, "Okay."
"Do you remember what you told me about what kind of scenario would be considered a failure?"
"Remember." His voice trembled.
"Then tomorrow, you can point your gun at whoever you want, including me."
Lin Weifeng raised his eyes and said firmly, "I am Miao Zheng's chess piece now. Tomorrow, I will be honored to be your solution."
Jiang Yu's eyes suddenly turned red.
Lin Weifeng smiled softly: "He wants to play with people's hearts, so let's play with him to the end."
At this time, Miao Zheng smiled.
A very soft sound.
He suddenly loosened his fingers, and the phone fell to the ground with a few thuds, the screen facing the ground.
He waved his wrist again and let Axun take Lin Weifeng away.
However, Jiang Yu did not hang up the phone, and his voice came out steadily.
"Lin Weifeng, across this vast territory, there is me, Jiang Yu, who loves you most thoroughly.
We acted in tacit understanding and looked at each other without hiding anything.
Thank you for giving me the opportunity to exchange my true heart with yours before I even learned those tricks."
“The name Jiang Yu originally means reputation spreads across rivers and streams.
Now, I can finally say that before fame, what filled the rivers, lakes, seas, and this heart was already a breeze.
"Betting on people's hearts is also gambling, and it requires a bet. Lin Weifeng, remember to bet on me to win tomorrow."
Lin Weifeng listened and responded in a low voice, so soft that only the wind could hear: "Jiang Yu, I bet on you to win."
Miao Zheng kicked the phone on the ground with the tip of his shoe, and the phone slipped into the pond next to him.
Ah Xun increased his strength and led her into deeper darkness.
The "Flower Operation" that Jiang Yu participated in corresponds to the Miao Group's "North Bay Gold Hunting" plan.
This was Miao Zheng's last time to give orders as the "leader", and it was also the final gambling table where he would bet his entire lifelong smuggling territory.
Beiwan has admired complex patterns since ancient times.
The swastika pattern of Li brocade, the cloud and thunder pattern of bronze drums, the blue and white pattern of shipwreck porcelain...all of them are secret messages written by our ancestors to the ocean and mountains.
This time, boxes of "Flower Curve" cultural relics were unearthed deep in the looted ancient tomb.
Gold-leaf roses, gilded vines, cloisonné enamel lotus flowers...
They were numbered, priced, and stuffed into moisture-proof boxes, ready to flow to the black market auction table along the underground waterway laid by Miao Zheng for ten years.
Miao Zheng revealed his obvious plan in front of Jiang Yu. Was he really trying to make him betray?
Maybe.
But it was not a complete rebellion.
He was just using Jiang Yu as a mirror.
The same upright back, shouldering the same mission, facing the same temptation.
Even, standing on the curve of flowers.
He saw his former self in Jiang Yu.
To a greater extent, he set up the final game of "North Bay Gold Hunt" and pushed Jiang Yu to the center of the stage, not to make him defect.
This road he couldn't turn back on started with flowers, so naturally he wanted to end with flowers.
When the last petal of the golden rose was buckled into the lock, his empire was closed.
But can he make it to the closed loop?
The body is becoming increasingly weak, science and technology are rapidly developing, and people are becoming more aware of the importance of protecting cultural relics.
All these factors combined could bring down the Miao Group.
Therefore, he wanted to use Jiang Yu as a mirror, look at this formidable young man, and make the choice for him that he did not insist on back then.
The possibilities revealed by Jiang Yu are like the fulcrum around which the flowers revolve, always attracting Miao Zheng to explore and observe.
No matter which side Jiang Yu chooses, Miao Zheng can deal with it.
Because he didn't care about Jiang Yu's joining, he only cared about the power that would burst out when his fear was ignited, amplified, and pushed to the extreme.
Even if this force could completely close his own empire, he was willing to accept it.
What he wanted most was not a victory, but an answer.
And Jiang Yu is the carrier of that answer.
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