Wanderer

Chapter 109 An Sheng

Before receiving Wen Hai's call, Bai Yunqi was chatting with Bai Yue endlessly. The two finished chatting about current affairs and finance, and started chatting about gossip and anecdotes.Without the fatigue of Feng Chanting and Bai Kang who were exhausted when they had accidents one after another, Bai Yue is an atypical career woman. She carries the shrewd calculations taught by Bai Kang, but she is far more amiable than her father, and her attitude is strong without appearing Domineering, her conversation reveals a compassion that does not match her identity and age, like Athena who went to compete with Venus for a job.

After only three days of not seeing each other, Bai Yue calmed down completely and fully accepted Bai Yunqi, the illegitimate son who fell from the sky and seemed to be trying to usurp power as a "family member". From time to time, he would call himself "sister" and mention Bai Xiaoying He and Bai Xiaolong are also "our younger brothers and sisters".Bai Yunqi didn't refuse to be called like this, and accepted all the orders, but when it came to him, he still used "you" and "your younger brother and sister" to address the other party - he probably guessed that at this moment, Bai Yue called What kind of calculations are there, this is worthy of being Bokang's successor, he understands that in this world, whether it is money, power or feelings, as long as you need it, there is nothing you cannot use.

Park Hyatt was sent abroad by Bokang in his early years for training, and he didn’t return to China until he was about to get married. Her husband is a freelance photographer. He recently went to Esperance to take pictures. Park Hyatt let him see the photos sent back by her husband, a huge pink The colorful lake is like a jewel of God, and the person who photographed it described it incoherently: "God, this is such a gentle and quiet yet magnificent miracle!"

"He's a complete romantic." Bai Yue laughed at himself. "It's different from someone like me who smells like copper. The two of us met in an art museum, but he was copying Degas, and I was there to get sponsors."

Bai Yunqi agreed: "It is indeed a miracle of God."

"He said that there is a poetic continent, where people live." Bai Yue smiled and asked Bai Yunqi: "What about you, did you find me a younger brother or sister?"

Bai Yunqi shook his head.

"Oh, you're only 26, don't worry about it, start a career first and then get married." Bai Yue said, "I also got engaged when I was almost [-]."

"No." Bai Yunqi smiled, "I've already married, but I didn't find a sibling for you. That person is the same sex as me."

There was no surprise on Bai Yue's expression. Either she really didn't mind this matter at all, or she had investigated Bai Yunqi a long time ago, and she was just trying to make friends. She said "um" and said, "In In this domestic environment, your current situation will be much more difficult than that of heterosexuals, but discrimination exists everywhere. Even if it has been recognized by law abroad, conceptual discrimination will take a long time to resolve. However, the trend in recent years has indeed It has opened up a lot, and everything is getting better after all.”

"Yes, everything is getting better." As soon as Bai Yunqi finished speaking, his phone rang. He glanced at the screen, frowned slightly, and looked a little hesitant.

Bai Yue was quite savvy, got up and said: "The company has a meeting this afternoon, so I won't bother you. By the way, I just kept chatting and forgot to get down to business, Xiao Qi..."

As soon as Bai Yunqi saw "Wen Hai" on the caller ID, most of his thoughts ran back to Tongcheng, and he didn't even notice the overly intimate address. He looked up at Bai Yue and motioned for the other party to continue.

"Here is the key and door card for you." Bai Yue took out a pure black card and a key from his handbag and put them on the desk beside him, "Since Dad asked you to help , What is it like to work in a hotel? I’ve got someone to clean up an office for you. It’s not far from where I work. If there’s anything we can discuss, you can go and have a look when you have time these few days. Tell your assistant if there is anything missing and needs to be arranged... Oh, yes, there is also the matter of the assistant, do you have any requirements?"

Bai Yunqi thought about what I want an assistant for, isn't what I'm doing now an assistant's job?But he thanked him politely and said, "I still don't understand anything, why don't I explain it in detail when the time comes?"

"Well, good." There was a trace of embarrassment and struggle in Bai Yue's eyes, but it was quickly hidden behind the warmth, and her voice became softer, as if standing in front of her was not Bai Yunqi but Bai Xiao Ying, "Xiaoqi, you are willing to go home and help this time. My sister is really grateful to you. Our father has been sorry to you for so many years..."

"Where are you talking, Boss." Bai Yunqi didn't accept the move, and directly hit the straight ball back, "I'm sorry, it's my mother who sorry for your mother first, and I'm too busy with the things in front of me. We juniors should forget about this old bad debt."

The smile on Bai Yue's face finally penetrated to the muscle level, he nodded slightly, turned and left.

Wen Hai called someone for no more than five rings, and he hung up at the moment. Bai Yunqi called again, but there was no answer again, that is, the "Sorry, the number you dialed is temporarily unanswered." ", let him "click" silently in his heart.

The phone was vibrating in the pocket of his clothes, Wen Hai was twisting the cigarette butt with his hands a little anxiously, the old man stood beside him and saw his movements, he laughed and said: "It's still the stinky problem that I learned from Qi Jian."

"Master." Wen Hai looked down at the busy traffic outside the window, "How many days do you think people can live in peace in this life?"

The master squinted at him: "Do you want to live a peaceful life? It's easy, take off your clothes, and your family does not lack money to support you. With your small body, you can live in peace for four or fifty years."

Wen Hai was lighting a cigarette when he heard this, and when the flame was about to touch the cigarette butt, he took his hand back and laughed shortly, "Don't provoke me, I understand now, I have always been What's wrong with being my playboy at home, being led into the ditch by you and Qi Jun, tossing like this——ss——!”

He rubbed his shoulder that had been slapped, and smiled again: "What are you doing, I've accepted all the knives, guns, sticks, and scapegoats, and you won't even let me pass a word of addiction?"

The master turned his head to look at him, the smile on the corner of his mouth slowly disappeared, and after a while, he sighed: "Xiao Wen, every time I went to see Qi Jian, I felt him scolding me next to my ear, saying I almost killed his son, and I don't understand now, was it right to make you an undercover agent and send you to the front line?"

"Don't listen to his nonsense." Wen Hai disdained, "He was the one who tricked me into wearing this suit."

"You are smart, and you are more sensitive to many things than ordinary people. It is a good material for detectives, but you are too smart and too sensitive. You understand some things that you should not understand, and you see too deeply into the horns of things that should be understood. It's gone." The master waited for a long time and found that Wen Hai really didn't intend to smoke anymore and didn't intend to give in to himself, so he could only light one for himself. The cigarette he smoked was the oldest hand-rolled tobacco, which was strong and choking. , the average old smoker can't stand it, but Wen Hai still stands aside indifferently.

The master pointed at him, "I picked you to be an undercover agent because I liked your patience. How can you have so much hatred for such a small person? Every day, you seem to grit your teeth and endure it. Hey, you How long did you not contact your family when you were an undercover agent?"

"More than a year."

"Yes, for more than a year, your family has prepared wreaths for you." The master nodded, "When someone called you 'Wen Hai' when you just came back, you had to react for a while before you realized that they were calling you. Standing behind you and not picking up the food that others handed you, I almost think that you will abandon this place, but in a few days you are the same as before, you just bear it, and if you can't bear it, you wipe your neck Don't bother anyone else."

Wen Hai sniffled his nose and said, "I'll just take you as a compliment... Hey, you're so old, can you smoke something lighter? Hot eyes."

The master took a sharp breath, "Quiet early, I'm coming out of the rivers and lakes to get back the feeling of the past, only two sticks in stock, and after smoking this life, there will be one less thought in this life... Seriously, I really miss An Sheng Days? Then let’s choose someone else for this undercover agent, and you will continue to sit in the rear.”

"I'm only willing to take this job because I want to live a peaceful life." Wen Hai chuckled, "Let me do it, this matter is over, and I have one less thought in my life."

At that moment, the master suddenly had an extremely absurd thought—Wen Hai seemed to have been prepared for all this, and he had been waiting for this opportunity for too long.

Why did he minor in narcotics at the police academy?Why did he insist on being transferred to the Drug Enforcement Administration?Why do you consider yourself a master?Why did you agree to go undercover?Why did you take the initiative to apply to go to the border?Why...why hasn't he made a public appearance in the relatively public criminal investigation team for so many years?Why can he guarantee that he will not have public photos?

A red thread started from the moment a police academy graduate stepped into his office more than ten years ago and introduced himself to him, "My name is Wen Hai, and I am the godson of your colleague Qi Jian", connecting every action of that person , Every decision, finally stopped here - a best choice, a perfect candidate.

"Wen Hai——!" The master finally realized what Wen Hai knew, and also vaguely guessed the plan that he had been holding back for many years, "The matter of Zai San'er and Qi Jian back then—"

"What are you talking about." Wen Hai interrupted him, "Didn't Qi Jian suffer from a heart attack? What's the matter?"

The master closed his eyes, there was no way to clarify this matter any further.

"Master, everything has a cause and an effect." Wen Hai drew a long arc on the window with his fingers, "I just do my best and listen to the destiny."

After speaking, he opened the window for the master to ventilate, took out his mobile phone, turned and left.

"Where are you going?" asked the master behind him.

"Call my lover back." Wen Hai raised his cell phone, "I've called twice now, and if I don't answer, I won't be able to enter the house."

Sure enough, as soon as Wen Hai answered the phone, Bai Yunqi "spoofed" over there: "Are you okay? I'll hang up if I'm okay. Let's not contact each other. I'm going to ride a camel in the Sahara."

"Hey, little ancestor, hurry up and get off the plane, let's go to the Sahara, there is no water, electricity, or WiFi." Wen Hai hurriedly apologized, "I was chatting with the old leader just now, I can't leave."

After he finished speaking, his heart sank, and he instantly understood what he had exposed, and the half-bellied and poverty-stricken foreshadowing he had just arranged was suddenly useless.

There was only a few seconds of silence over there, and Bai Yunqi said "Oh", and said in a flat tone, "Are you back in drug enforcement?"

"……Um."

Bai Yunqi continued: "Are you calling to tell me that you are going to go undercover soon, and you don't know when you will be back. The shortest is half a year, and the longest may die there. The two of us cannot have any communication, even in If you meet someone on the street, you have to pretend not to know him..."

Wen Hai almost didn't bring it up, and couldn't help but cut off his words: "Xiao Qi, don't do this."

"...But the biggest possibility is that I can't see you at all, and I won't get any news about you except your death." Bai Yunqi said unmoved, and he didn't know who was trying to tear someone's heart Drenched with blood, "Are you going to say this?"

"No," Wen Hai explained in vain, "this time at most a month, and it won't... be a bit dangerous, but I will..."

He couldn't go on talking, this was simply not something the two could discuss - after all, Bullet didn't discuss it with him either.

Bai Yunqi waited for a while, making sure that Wen Hai wasn't going to explain anything, and suddenly laughed, just a few times, and the more he laughed, the colder he became, every sound made Wen Hai's heart sink a few inches, but When he spoke again, his tone was completely calm again: "Things here at Baikang are very chaotic. The middle and senior management of the entire group are nepotistic, and the companies that a few senior executives are affiliated with say it is an investment project. In fact, they have been secretly embezzling the group's funds to fill the accounts Now that Feng Chanting and Baikang have fallen one after another, Baikang's eldest wife wants to take the opportunity to seize power, but Bokang wants me to help his daughter sit firmly..."

He didn't care whether Wen Hai could understand or not, he finished speaking in one breath, as if he was speaking to the other party, but also as if he was trying to gain confidence for himself, "I may have to stay in the capital for a while, at least three moon."

Wen Hai gave a "hmm" and said, "Okay."

Bai Yunqi wanted to say something more, but just uttered a short syllable, two beeps, the phone hung up abruptly, he closed his eyes, and understood what Wen Hai meant—this was their tacit understanding, this It's not a time when a problem can be solved with a few words of dialogue. Since it can't be solved, then don't say it. Too many words will lead to failure. Words are always meaningless, and the damage is always irreparable.

"Wen Hai!" The worried master chased after him, and saw Wen Hai's cell phone thrown aside, and two or three cigarette butts piled up at the man's feet in just a few minutes.

The person whose name was called was still smoking. He smoked too fast, one puff at a time, as if he was going to exhaust the remaining life. Another cigarette butt fell to the ground. Wen Hai turned his head, his expression still cold.

"Master." He asked again, "How many days can a person live in peace in this life?"

The author has something to say:

Thank you all.

I want to know the reason why everyone abandoned this article. If you don’t mind the trouble, please give me some advice before leaving, thank you again.

In addition, the reason for rewriting the fourth volume is to leave some hope, so I don't plan to write a follow-up episode, just let the rest of their lives be quiet after this incident is over.