Chapter 394 392. Shadow’s Family Portrait (13)

While driving, Xu Xin dialed Yang Mi's phone number.

"Dudu...hey, do you want someone to pick you up?"

My wife's care is sent immediately.

Xu Xin sighed:

"Oh... no, I just sent Zhao Benshan to the hospital."

"……ah?"

Yang Mi was a little confused:

"What do you mean?"

"Literally, I drank too much and my blood pressure went up. I came to the hospital for observation overnight."

"Oh. I thought something happened. It scared me. Are you coming back now?"

"If I can't come back, I may have to go back later tonight."

"Want to go out and play?"

"No, I'm going to the old man's place. Just now at the dinner table, Zhang Weiping and Zhao Benshan had a conflict..."

"ah???"

Yang Mi was confused again.

After Xu Xin explained the cause and effect, Yang Mi frowned.

After thinking for a while, she asked first:

"You didn't drink, did you?"

"without."

"Well... then you should concentrate on driving. As for this matter... don't tell Director Zhang what caused the two of them to separate. Now is not the time to talk about this... Brother, do you understand what I mean?"

Hearing this, Xu Xin frowned:

"Why do you say that?"

"It's very simple. This Zhang Weiping must be a complete villain. It's very troublesome to deal with such a villain. You have to let Director Zhang realize that it's time to cut him off.

The best you and Sister Mo can do is to say from the side that Director Zhang values ​​friendship so much that it would be unrealistic for you, a junior, to directly tell him not to contact Zhang Weiping.

What we have to do is to scuttle the ship secretly. I think Zhang Weiping did this to Zhao Benshan, and he must have something to do with Director Zhang...

Although I may be too shady, if I were to handle this matter...not to mention the matter between him and Chen Ting, I would be able to put him beyond redemption.

Think about it, let alone "Three Guns", Director Zhang's reputation is at its peak due to the Olympic Games. If he has a baby at this time, plus having a child out of wedlock...anyway, if he wants to make Director Zhang look bad,

There simply aren’t too many methods.

So you must not have a direct conflict at this time, you have to get everything in order..."

Yang Mi's words made Xu Xin's mind gradually start to calm down.

After thinking for a while, he said:

"The old man did talk to me about the child today. Yi Nan has already missed a year of primary school. He must go to school next year at the latest. But now the child still can't get a birth certificate or register... Is our dad gone?

?”

"No, I'm watching TV outside."

"Then you talk to him about this matter and ask... to see how to deal with it. See who can find someone... or what procedures can be followed to handle this matter... and someone who can handle it..."

The result of minimizing risks...do you understand what I mean?"

"I understand, I'll tell you right now."

"Well...I'll go back as soon as possible."

"Then drive slowly."

"good."

Xu Xin responded and hung up the phone.

Then, he didn't call Zhang Mo, nor did he ask if the old man was back.

Instead, I planned to wait in the parking lot.

If Zhang Mo is at Zhang Weiping's place at this time, it would be inappropriate to make this call by himself.

Driving all the way to Shanshui Cultural Park, I immediately saw Zhang Mo's Cayenne parked there.

Has this come back?

He quickly parked the car and rang the doorbell.

"Click."

The security door opens.

Xu Xin opened the door and walked in.

After banging his way upstairs, he opened the door and saw Zhang Mo and the old man sitting on the sofa, with Zhou Xiaofeng sitting next to them.

The old man was still holding a letter in his hand and reading it.

"coming."

"Hmm...what are you looking at?"

"A letter written by Ken Takakura to my father."

"Well……"

Xu Xin nodded, and after saying hello to Zhou Xiaofeng, he sat on the sofa and took out the ashtray and lit a cigarette.

The atmosphere in the room was silent.

Xu Xin didn't know...whether the old man told Zhang Mo what happened just now.

I don’t know if Zhou Xiaofeng knows.

If the old man didn't say it, then it wouldn't be appropriate to say it myself.

Just sit there silently.

Until Zhang Yimou finished reading the letter.

"well……"

He seemed a little tired. After putting down the letter, he made no attempt to put it away. Instead, he looked at Xu Xin and said:

"I'm a little tired tonight, you and Momo can chat, I'm going to rest."

"Hey, okay..."

Xu Xin quickly stood up and continued:

"Teacher Benshan, I sent him to the hospital for observation. His blood pressure was a bit high, but it came down after taking medicine. But instead of letting him go, I called Shen Xiaoyang here, and he is now under observation in the hospital all night."

"okay."

Zhang Yimou nodded and walked directly upstairs.

And the letter was placed on the coffee table.

After thinking for a while, Xu Xin picked it up.

There are rows of cool handwriting on it.

At first glance, the pen used for writing seems to be a brush...

"My friend:

Takahama Kyoshi's haiku once said: Under the cold lamp, write two lines and delete one line.

When I wrote this letter, my mood was just like this haiku, lonely and wandering.

When I wrote this letter, I had just finished reading "The Story of Noodles" (English translation by Sangun).

My friend, is your state of mind still the same as that of the ancient pond?

If so, why did a frog jump into it and make a drum sound?

Since the Olympic Games, I have prayed for you in the Buddhist temple.

When someone asked me what I prayed for, I smiled and told him: I am praying for everything to go well for you and for good health.

But there was one thing I didn't say, and I didn't even dare to look at the gods.

I'm afraid.

Especially after watching the Olympics and writing that congratulatory letter to you in August last year, I spent every day in panic.

My friend, Ryunosuke Akutagawa, once said: "Conceit, lust, and doubt—for three thousand years, all sins have originated from these three, and all virtues may have arisen from these three."
To be continued...