At six o'clock in the morning, the sky was slightly bright.
After being gossiped about by Tang Jingyue all night, I finally escaped from the tiger's mouth and rushed out almost rolling and crawling.
There's nothing I can do. If I stay any longer, I doubt I have a hair on my body that she will interrogate.
In my whole life, I have never seen anyone more gossipy than Tang Jingyue. Well, those idle old ladies in Taoshan Village are not as boring as her.
All kinds of tricky and weird questions, if this were placed in the past, it would be a proper minister of the Ministry of Justice.
No matter how bad you are, you still have to be known as a famous arrester to make criminals frightened.
When I got back to the room, I covered my head and fell asleep. I was really sleepy as a dog.
At around eight o'clock, Meng Fan called me and shamelessly asked me to go out to play.
I was in a daze, exhausted, and hung up on him without saying a few words.
A minute later, Meng Fan called again. First he sang a song on the phone and sang like a ghost: "In your glorious moment, let me sing a song for you. My good brother, I tell you the pain in my heart."
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"What else should I say and how many tears should I shed? Do you know... do you know that I am going to die soon."
Seeing that I had no reaction, this guy was silent for a while, and then read to me "The Wine Will Be Entering" by Li Bai, a great poet of the Tang Dynasty, at the top of his lungs, with melody and emotion, which made me sleepless and furious.
"Ah, if you are happy in life, you must have all the joy, and don't let the golden bottle stand empty against the moon."
"I am born with talents that will be useful, and I will come back to you after all the money I have spent."
"If you enjoy cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle, you will have to drink three hundred cups."
Meng Fan drawled his tone, and I could really imagine him shaking his head on the other side of the phone.
"Master Cen, Dan Qiu is born, the wine enters the intestines, and the seven parts are divided into moonlight."
"As soon as you spit it out from the embroidery mouth, you will be half of the prosperous Tang Dynasty."
Meng Fan roared: "Li Bai asked me in my dream last night, and I have to treat you to dinner today. If you give me face, we will still be good friends. If you don't give me face, I will leave you nowhere to talk about your desolation."
I held up my cell phone, and while I was irritated, I always felt that something was not right about Meng Fan's reading of "Journey into the Wine".
"Brother, it's too late to eat. I really need your help." Meng Fan lowered his voice and said, "I can't explain this clearly on the phone. Come out and ask you for help."
"I can't get out." I gritted my teeth and said, "There's something wrong with my health. It's not convenient for me to get out. Master won't let me get out either."
I am telling the truth. On the surface, Kyoto is peaceful and calm now, but in fact it is turbulent.
Just as Ji Qinghe said, at least three of the six branches of China are targeting Kunlun, eagerly looking for opportunities to strike.
If I ran outside alone, I'm sure I would be arrested.
He is a living target, and he is the easiest one to bully. Who will miss this opportunity?
Once I am in deep danger, Lingxi will be in a passive position and may be coerced by those people.
My dad is still being imprisoned. If something happens to me again, grandma's side will probably collapse completely.
So whether it's for Lingxi or myself, I must be careful and never give the enemy an opportunity.
"Brother, my dear brother..."
Faced with my "ruthless" rejection, Meng Fan sobbed and cried, "My life is at stake. I have no choice but to leave."
"If you don't help me, I will throw myself into the lake tonight to avoid being tortured to a life worse than death."
"Ah, brother, please remember to help me collect the body."
To be honest, I originally thought Meng Fan was joking with me and wanted to trick me into going out for a meal and hanging out together.
But this time I noticed something strange in his almost crying voice.
"What's going on?" I sat up straight, leaned against the bed and asked, "Has something happened to your family again?"
