Li Mo looked at Fang Fan who was leaning against the door, walked out quickly, and asked with a forced smile.
"I see that you are not in a good mood. Let me ask, what happened?"
Fang Fan hunched his shoulders and walked outside. Li Mo followed and said with a wry smile.
"Is it so obvious?"
"Well, it's just written on your face."
After hearing this, Li Mo fell silent, and Fang Fan was not in a hurry. He walked forward quietly, walked to the city wall, climbed up the city wall, sat on the parapet, and looked at everything in the distance, farmland, plains, forests, and the
Chaotic outer city.
Fang Fan quietly looked at the scenery he had been away from for a long time. After a while, the silent Li Mo spoke up.
"I just feel a little tired."
"What makes you feel this way? Tell me? As a friend."
Li Mo organized his words a little, and then told what happened before, from his surprise and fear at the beginning, to his unreasonable anger later, and to his despair at the end, Li Mo explained in detail bit by bit.
come out.
There was no falsehood at all, no cover-up at all, he said it completely, but he didn't even notice it. As he said it, a look of confusion gradually appeared in his eyes.
"Are you blaming me for hiding things from you?"
"No."
Li Mo shook his head.
"Then are you blaming Yang Heng for investigating your subordinates, fishing for law enforcement, and purging them without notifying you?"
"No, he is not wrong. This is what he was accused of. What's more, he did it very fairly, even to the army he belonged to. He didn't cover it up at all. He just dealt with what should be dealt with. I don't think I did it justice.
It will be better than him."
"Then why are you so upset? Why are you tired, confused, and like this?"
"I...I don't know."
Li Mo subconsciously wanted to argue, but for a moment he couldn't think of anything to defend, which made his expression darken.
"No, you're just blaming me. You're blaming me for not telling you. You're blaming me for being too partial and paying so much attention to Yang Heng.
You are blaming Yang Heng. You blame him for taking advantage of your subordinates without permission. You blame him for provoking your majesty.
You are blaming, but your reason tells you that you cannot blame and you should not blame. If they conflict with each other, you will become confused and at a loss."
"I......"
Li Mo was speechless.
"How can one tell the difference between right and wrong in all things under the sun?
Right and wrong are just different choices from different standpoints and angles."
"Mayor, I..."
Li Mo lowered his head and did not dare to look at Fang Fan. Fang Fan glanced at him and suddenly said with a smile.
"Don't bow your head, I don't mean to blame you. I'm chatting with you today, not to blame you.
I just want to tell you that I am not a tyrant, nor am I a saint. Even saints make mistakes, not to mention me?
I did not think carefully about this matter, but Ning'an Nuo has a big system. You want me to think it through, sort it out, and arrange it clearly by myself? I think you are making things difficult for me, Fang Fan."
"Pfft."
Fang Fan deliberately said with a straight face. Li Mo couldn't hold it back and laughed, but he reacted instantly and covered his mouth.
"Haha, just laugh." Fang Fan saw this and said with a chuckle.
"I'm just saying this to tell you that if something goes wrong at work, tell me boldly and don't keep it in your heart, is that clear?"
"clear!"
"Can you show some confidence?"
"clear!"
Li Mo shouted loudly.
"Okay, let's go. The army has returned triumphantly. There are many things going on. If you don't go back, Li Yan will have objections again."
Fang Fan patted Li Mo on the shoulder and said with a smile. Later, his smile faded and he added another sentence.
"Give me some time on this matter. I will come up with a plan and wait for the meeting to discuss it together."
"yes!"
Looking at Li Mo's energetic back, Fang Fan smiled gently.
Li Mo walked away, and Fang Fan looked at the outer city in front of him again, his smile gradually narrowed and his face became colder.
In his eyes, this chaotic outer city was like a piece of moss, disgusting and disgusting.
"It's time to straighten things up. Go and call Yang Heng too...forget it, I'll go there by myself."
Halfway through his words, when Fang Fan saw Li Mo walking away, he immediately rubbed his head and said weakly.
Sometimes, ugh.
Shaking his head helplessly, Fang Fan stood up and walked directly towards the military camp.
.......
When the sun completely set and the moon began to rise, Fang Fan opened the door tiredly and returned home.
"came back?"
"Yeah."
"Don't steal food. What does the girl's family look like?"
Hearing the familiar voice coming from inside, a picture instantly appeared in Fang Fan's mind. He immediately relaxed and a slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"When you get back, wash your hands quickly and start eating."
"Yeah. Fang Fan threw himself on the sofa and responded weakly.
"So, are you tired?"
Fang Yun came over with a bowl of rice and asked casually while eating.
"Ah, I'm very tired today. Compared to this, I'd rather fight Dong Zhuo again."
Fang Fan threw off all his masks at home, went crazy, and even sounded a little childish.
Looking at this scene, Fang Yunqi couldn't help laughing.
"There is no such thing as a good thing. To fight Dong Zhuo is just to kill, kill, kill. In the worst case, kill from the front, from the side, from around, kill after resurrecting, and then kill again. It can't be simpler.
When dealing with things, hey, you can't hit or scold him, you still have to worry about his self-esteem, you have to pay attention to the tone of your words, and you have to pay attention to every word to avoid any ambiguity.
More than that, you..."
"Ah ah ah, kill me with one knife."
Fang Fan immediately covered his ears and went crazy.
"Son, don't listen to him. Although it's a little troublesome and a little tired, but...but..."
Fang Fan raised his upper body and looked at his mother, but she stopped again as she was talking. Fang Fan rolled his eyes, grabbed a pillow and hit his head, and fell down again.
Fang Yunqi and Ye Xiuying looked at each other, pursed their lips at Fang Fan, but shrugged in unison, and turned away.
"Huh, eat, then work after eating."
Fang Fan stood up suddenly and ran to take a shower before going out to eat. He picked up two bowls of rice in a few times, then picked up his clothes and walked out.
"Son, why are you going out so late?"
Fang Yunqi asked comfortably while holding a tea cup, sitting on the hanging wicker chair and shaking it slowly.
"Yeah, I just came back. There are a lot of things going on. I probably won't be back today."
"Well, go ahead, go ahead, wow, life is so pleasant." Fang Yunqi took a sip of tea, his eyes narrowed in comfort.
Hearing this, Fang Fan paused in his steps and looked at Fang Yunqi, who was enjoying himself, with an expressionless face.
