I'm really immortal

Chapter 62 Long time no see
The environment near Tulin Mansion is good. It is close to the city center, which is quite good for enjoying the convenience and various guarantees of modern life. Su Mei's residence is in a lush forest, with a layout similar to that of the prefect's mansion. Covered by extremely high trees, there is a maze-like vortex-shaped driveway inside. Su Mei's residence is hidden in one of them. Not to mention tabloid reporters and outsiders, even the people from the Zhu family would have no way of knowing about Su Mei if they had not notified in advance. where.

Liu Changan was walking on the side of the road, and saw a caravan parked in the depths of Huayuan Street with few pedestrians from a distance, and a black Toyota was parked not far from the side of the caravan. A middle-aged man of medium build, wearing a suit and showing a refined smile.

The window of a black Rolls-Royce at the rear of the convoy was opened, and a beautiful young woman turned her head to talk to the middle-aged man. After a few words, the window closed.

As the convoy set off, the middle-aged man still stood there watching the convoy leave before getting into the car.

The Toyota turned around, but drove into the driveway in the forest.

Only Su Mei lives in the lush forest.

Liu Changan ran like a gust of wind.

After catching up with the Toyota, Liu Changan opened the door and picked up a hard magazine in the compartment.

"Who are you?" The middle-aged man was startled, and the driver ahead hurriedly stopped.

Liu Changan quickly tore off the outer shell of the magazine, rolled it up casually, and formed an extremely sharp weapon, which pressed against the middle-aged man's neck.

"You threatened me with a piece of paper?" The middle-aged man calmed down and said with a sneer.

"Keep driving." Liu Changan said to the driver.

"Don't listen to him!"

The driver chose to continue driving. He saw Liu Changan running in the rearview mirror. The speed was so terrifying that he didn't even realize it. He opened the door more abruptly. The method of rolling paper as a thorn was more like a professional Killer, just don't know why it is so blatant.

"The paper is very hard. As long as you apply force for a moment, you can easily puncture your carotid artery, and you will die." Liu Changan explained, "Don't struggle, okay? I've already twisted your neck."

The middle-aged man couldn't move at all, he just wanted to struggle, and he was horrified, which political opponent sent this assassin?
"What do you want to do?" the middle-aged man calmed down and asked.

"Su Mei and I are old acquaintances. I want to meet her and ask her something."

"Young man, we don't even know who Su Mei you mentioned is, there is no such person here." The driver said calmly.

"Then meet the person you want to meet." Liu Changan glanced at the driver: "Keep your hands on the steering wheel, don't make small movements, everyone cooperate well, everything will be safe, thank you."

The driver gave up the idea just now. The young man's outburst was too terrifying, but he was extremely calm and indifferent. This kind of momentum made it impossible to think of any way to fight back.

The technique of tearing paper and rolling it into a sharp weapon in an instant makes people feel timid. The most important thing is that this young man did not hide his face and left fingerprints generously. What the driver is most worried about is that he has already prepared to come and go. Underneath the calm face of this kind of person is a desperate heart.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt Mrs. Su." Liu Changan looked at the house gradually revealed among the trees outside the car window, and wanted to chant a poem.

I want to feel the years, the parting after a long time, the beauty's twilight, and the grievances and hatreds.

Or chant:

Gulls, herons, and mandarin ducks make a pool, but the wings are not suitable.

Dongjun doesn't focus on flowers, why does he seem to be living together with branches.

What I think of is Zhu Shuzhen's "Sorrowful Heart". Two people who are not suitable to be together, and then find out that they should "retire and live together", so why bother to force themselves to "gulls, mandarin ducks and ducks make a pool" in the first place?
It’s just that women always like wishful thinking. At the very beginning, they hope that the other party can give them love. Who knows that before Zhu Shuzhen wrote "Sorrow", she also wrote to this man, "I can’t send lovesickness, draw a circle to replace it. Let’s talk again." Outside the circle, the heart is inside the circle. The single circle is me, and the double circle is you. You have me in your heart, and you in my heart. The moon will be full when it is missing, and the moon will be missing when it is circled. The full circle is reunion. Half a circle is parting. I will circle closely, and you must know my intentions closely. There are countless lovesickness, and I will circle all the way to the end."

"You... who the hell are you?" The middle-aged man had been sizing up the calm Liu Chang'an, and suddenly felt that his appearance seemed similar, as if he had seen him somewhere before!
Liu Changan still had the tenderness in Zhu Shuzhen's love story on his fingertips, he didn't answer the question, and gently fainted the middle-aged man and the driver, got out of the car and looked at the house in front of him.

I don't know if the monitoring around the house found something abnormal, or the driver issued a warning at some point, but more than [-] men in black have gathered outside the house, looking alert, and holding guns towards Liu Chang'an.

Liu Changan put down the plastic bag in his hand, which contained his wet clothes.

"who!"

"stop!"

"Immediately put your hands on your head and squat down!"

"Go one step further and shoot to kill!"

Liu Changan raised his head, felt the wind stagnate on his cheeks, and the voices in front of him stopped abruptly. Some were surprised, some were angry, and most of them were obedience and waiting indifference. All expressions remained at the moment of pouring and casting like wax figures. The mouth is dark and exudes a faint smell of gunpowder smoke. The men's strong muscles have a strong heart underneath. The summer manor in early June is mixed with the fragrance of flowers and the crisis that can tear apart the tranquility. Liu Chang'an feels the leap of Baolong Center , the recast body is getting better and better.

Liu Changan turned his head to pick up his plastic bag, walked among the fallen men in black, and pushed open the gate of the house with his hand.

In the distance, the lush forest stands leisurely like the high wall of an ancient city, and the mansion in the center is full of the elegance and romance that the ladies in the Republic of China loved most. When I arrived on Taiwan Island, the garden beside me was full of purples and reds, not the colors that the old people often love, but full of the tenderness of young girls.

On the wheelchair next to the fountain, an old woman is wearing reading glasses. All the emotions and expressions that she can express seem to be frozen by the passage of time on her body, leaving only cloudy pupils, looking at the man 100 years ago , Step by step, stepping on her aging heartbeat, walked to her.

Liu Changan held her old and wrinkled hand, which had a cool softness, without the woman's icy muscles and bones, only the original touch of flesh and blood remained.

"Long time no see." With gentle eyes, Liu Changan gently stroked her cheek and kissed her forehead.

Beauty is easy to grow old. Since ancient times, men have always failed women more.

Liu Changan never let Su Mei down, at least he thought so, but she did some things that he couldn't accept, so he couldn't give her what she expected.

But he still remembered Su Mei's obsession at that time:

Annoyed with smoke and dew, let me live for a while.

Hand in hand with Ouhua Lake on the road, there is a drizzle of yellow plums.

Jiao Chi is not afraid of being guessed, and sleeps in her clothes.

The most important time is to share, and when I come back, I will be lazy at the dressing table.

She used to be so, so, lovely.

The old man closed his eyes, two lines of tears dripped down, and he held his young hand tightly.

　Ask for a ticket, if you think it looks good, remember to add it to the bookshelf.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)