The young man slowly and methodically fiddled with the Bodhi beads on his wrist.
The cold eyes and brows exude an unfathomable calmness.
"Mr. Fujii," he said, his lips curled with a smile, "Did I never tell you not to touch her?"
Before Fujii could react, the man in front of him, who looked as cold and aloof as a banished immortal, stabbed him in the heart, and blood flowed everywhere!
Zhou Younong frowned in disgust. He slowly wiped the dirty blood stains on his hands with a plain white handkerchief, and glanced casually at Fujii who had already passed away.
"Xiang Cheng."
"Third Master, here."
"Deal with him." Zhou Younong casually threw the handkerchief on Fujii's face and chuckled, "Don't let anyone find out about me."
Xiang Cheng nodded solemnly.
"Third Master, is this for Miss Ban?"
Otherwise, why would he kill Fujii and take such a risky move?
If the Japanese knew that Zhou Younong had betrayed them and killed Fujii, they would definitely be furious, and the only way to calm their anger is to kill Zhou Younong.
Zhou Younong didn't have to get involved in this mess.
Make friends with both sides.
He has always been smooth and at most has earned some bad reputation, but in this chaotic world, he can live more freely and steadily than anyone else.
Zhou Younong paused, raised his eyebrows with a half-smile, and said, "Stop asking."
…
After Fujii's death, the Japanese army stationed in Shangjing was in chaos.
Lu Xing took advantage of this opportunity to seize several Japanese strongholds in succession, greatly boosting public sentiment and putting Zhou Younong in a much more difficult position. Not only did many people denounce him as a traitor, but they also began to boycott the Zhou family's businesses.
Zhou Younong didn't care either.
He put down the newspaper and just stared at the sapling in the yard, saying blankly, "News from home shouldn't reach her."
That's good.
Even if millions of people in the world insult him, he can ignore them.
But as long as Pan Shu gave him a look of disgust, he would throw down his weapons and live a life worse than death.
It was at this time that Lu Xing arrived.
Coming with Lu Xing was Meng Jingyue, who had a serious expression on his face.
"Japan has applied for international military aid." Meng Jingyue said in a deep voice, "This means that there will be a steady stream of Fujii coming to Shangjing, and it is legal and reasonable."
Zhou Younong narrowed his eyes and said nothing.
The grinding wheel of the lighter made a soft scraping sound.
The faint fire flickered.
Lu Xing looked at the newly planted osmanthus tree in the yard and suddenly said, "She should be over there by now."
All three fell silent.
…
In March, it was drizzling in Country Y and the air was moist.
Pan Shu's obvious Chinese face is surprisingly popular in Country Y. Even though people in different regions have different aesthetics, Pan Shu's beauty can definitely convince many people.
Mi Se is one of Pan Shu's ardent pursuers.
He was of noble birth, handsome, with dazzling golden hair that seemed to glow. He often had a nonchalant smirk on his lips, and was a complete playboy.
"Shu, what are you going to do?" Even the voice is pleasant.
Pan Shu looked at him gently and said, "I'll go mail the letter."
She raised the envelope in her hand.
Mi Se was still a very young boy, and he followed Pan Shu happily, "I'll go with you."
In order to pursue Pan Shu, Mi Se had hired a Chinese teacher to learn the language, so he could barely make out the name on the envelope, "Meng...Jingchi?"
"Oh, didn't he die at the hands of the Japanese some time ago?"
The girl, who originally seemed to be in a very good mood, paused and her face suddenly turned pale. She pursed her dry lips nervously, "What did you say?"
Mi Se chose her words carefully. "My grandfather said he was brave and that he protected China."
Ban Shu tightly grasped the envelope in her hand, her fingertips pale.
"System, Meng Jingchi is dead?"
"Hmm." The system responded quickly.
She was stunned for a moment, blinked, and hot tears fell on the back of her hand in a string.
"Shu, there's a letter for you!" Mi Se took a letter out of the mailbox and opened her eyes wide in surprise, "Why is it all covered in blood? It's so dirty..."
The young man turned his head and saw that Ban Shu's face was covered with tears. He suddenly became speechless, and a raw pain rose in Mi Se's heart.
After handing the letter to Panshu, he watched the girl open the letter and her tears fell even harder.
Mi Se was at a loss as to what to do to comfort her.
Meng Jingchi must have been very anxious when he wrote this letter. His handwriting was sloppy and sharp, revealing a cold and solemn tone.
The smell of blood wafted into my nose.
"elder sister."
“It hurts.”
"It really hurts. I get terrified at the thought of never seeing you again."
"But what can we do?"
"I just want to prove that Meng Jingchi is not a bad person, so... can you be more considerate of me?"
"You said I was crazy and not as good as Meng Jingyue, but I died before him. I was the first to protect the people in this city. I am much better than him, right?"
"...Sister, please don't hate me."
There were still stains of blood and tears on the letter paper.
Pan Shu was silent for a long time.
She stared into the distance blankly, "I want to go back and see him."
The system did not refuse, "Okay."
Panshu went back alone. Xiaotao and Afu cried and wanted to follow her, but Panshu refused. It was much safer here than in China, so she left all her money to Xiaotao and Afu.
She only brought two cheongsams.
When Panshu left, Mi Se cried and wanted to go back to her country with her.
The lawless rich second generation cried and begged her to take him away with her.
Ban Shu was helpless, "Following me is not a wise choice, Mi Se."
Mi Se hugged her tightly, hot tears rolling down her cheeks to Pan Shu's neck, "You know, I like you, and I will die without you."
Foreigners are always passionate and bold when it comes to love.
Pan Shu was helpless.
She stroked the boy's soft golden hair and said, "Stay here. When the osmanthus flowers bloom, come to me with a bunch of them."
The boy stood on the shore.
He suddenly made a trumpet shape with his hands and pressed them to his lips, tears rolling down his face, "But you haven't told me where to find you!"
The boy ran along the shore, shouting, "But you haven't told me where to find you..."
The ship was getting farther and farther away.
Until it becomes a tiny dot.
The blond boy's beautiful green eyes were filled with sadness.
"It's just a lie to coax me."
Pan Shu was completely unaware of this.
Not long after she returned to China, Zhou Younong came to her door.
"How did you know I was here?"
Zhou Younong stroked the Buddhist beads on his wrist and said, "Shangjing is full of my people."
Pan Shu glanced at him and said, "Third Master has great connections."
Zhou Younong raised his eyebrows, "Is this a compliment to me?"
Pan Shu didn't comment. She looked straight at Zhou Younong and asked indifferently, "Where is Meng Jingchi?"
The young man paused as he stroked his Buddhist beads. "He's dead."
Pan Shu was unexpectedly calm. "Yes, I know. I came back just to see him one last time."
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