City Marshal

As the sun sets, the twilight gradually closes.

Jiang Shengli was having dinner with Xiao Qingbing and the others. Because he was an old man, Jiang Mengmeng took her husband to visit his father and his sojourn son when he was free. The family happiness blended with the New Year's celebration, and the atmosphere of the meal was naturally very harmonious. He seemed to be smiling, and his mood was quite happy and cheerful.

Jiang Shengli scooped up the delicious West Lake fish soup, and kindly sent it to Xiao Junzi's mouth. The servant ran in in a panic, even ignoring the majestic eyes of the master, trembling incoherently: "Master, sir, Someone brought a coffin at the door, a pair of sandalwood coffins."

The faces of Jiang Shengli and others changed drastically, and Jiang Mengmeng hurriedly hugged her son back to the room.

Xiao Qingbing sat gloomy and terrifying in the wheelchair. The coffin was indeed made of rare sandalwood. The patterns on the surface of the coffin were clear and delicate, and the bottom of the coffin was also thick and heavy. Anyone could see its high value, but a coffin was a coffin after all. , no coffin is definitely a hundred times better than having a coffin.

Jiang Shengli was expressionless, and waved to the guards to remove the coffin lid.

The coffin lid gradually slid open, and the scene inside was clearly visible. Ouyang Caiwei was lying in the coffin with a smile on her face. Her delicate body in white was covered with beautiful flowers. Under the sunshine, she looked like a long-sleeping princess. Jiang Shengli burst into tears , although he let her go to die, but the emotion he got along with made him feel sad.

Xiao Qingbing naturally recognized who the woman in the coffin was, she was the secretary of his father-in-law, and he also knew that the coffin was placed here for a demonstration, his face was full of loneliness and melancholy, but murderous intent was surging in his heart, his eyes turned from the woman's face to the guard at the door, and he turned his head He asked: "Who brought it here?" The guard was already frightened by the coffin, and now Xiao Qingbing shouted at him, trembling uncontrollably, and then respectfully replied: "Four or five people moved it out of the big truck. Before we could react, we got into the car and ran away, leaving a message to the master, telling Miss Ouyang that she was killed in battle!"

Xiao Qingbing looked at his father-in-law in surprise.

Jiang Shengli didn't speak, turned back and walked inside with a cane, stopped when he reached the door, and sighed softly: "Choose a good place to hide the wind and water, and bury Miss Ouyang well. It's me, Jiang Shengli. Take her on the road of no return, then let her have a good home in the end."

The guards nodded.

Xiao Qingbing couldn't hold back, and asked in a low voice: "Who did it?" Jiang Shengli smiled sadly, and responded lightly: "Chutian!"

Chutian?Shock flashed in Xiao Qingbing's eyes, and then anger shot out.

The three-person revolving coffee shop, the moment Chu Tian entered, it was quiet, with melodious music floating in the air. There were three simple wooden tables inside. On the dark brown solid wooden tables, the silver candlesticks reflected the light. The tables were small, only One person can sit, there is a bamboo umbrella tube in the corner, and a few British paper umbrellas are randomly inserted.

The birdcage table lamp is on endlessly, and the soft light fills the corners, making it extraordinarily warm!At this moment, a man was sitting in the corner of the coffee shop. This man's face was handsome and cold. His expressionless face seemed to move his facial muscles only when he picked up the coffee and drank it slowly. This handsome man The man always casts his eyes on the wall, his breath is quiet and distant.

Even Chutian came in without looking back, as if the whole world had nothing to do with him, Chutian went directly to the bar to bring two servings of tiramisu, put a small bottle of white wine in front of the man, and then pulled a chair and sat in his In front of him, he raised the coffee in his cup and said with a smile, "Pal Wumang, thank you!"

Par Wumang withdrew his slightly confused eyes, glanced at Chutian's still weak and pale face, and responded lightly: "If my guess is correct, twenty hours is probably not enough for you to recover. You don't have a good rest and are messing around now. Let's go, aren't you afraid of encountering accidents or leaving sequelae?" Chu Tian took a sip of the coffee, the refreshing aroma of milk, the sweetness of eggs and sugar, the sweetness and bitterness of coffee, and the richness of chocolate filled his mouth, and he couldn't help but sighed out of the question: "No wonder you It is really pleasant to hide in such a coffee shop and spend half a day free to enjoy the mellow and intoxicating tiramisu."

Par Wumang smiled wryly, picked up the coffee and asked, "How did you find me?" Chu Tian wiped off the foam from the corner of his mouth, pointed at the Brothers of the Night Society outside, and said flatly, "You saved my life but Leaving without saying goodbye, I should say thank you to some extent, right? So I sent out my manpower to look for you in a high-end place, that is, I just found this place half an hour ago, a perverted coffee shop that costs a hundred dollars for a cup of coffee."

Par Wumang took a sip of coffee, then wiped off the lips on the rim of the cup with a paper towel, his eyes were always hard to tolerate blemishes, and after the cup was clean, he slowly replied: "Why do you need to thank the world for what you can do? What's more, you also saved me in the concert hall, so last night's shot is right to treat everyone as even."

Seeing his graceful and pleasing movements, Chu Tian sighed softly, shook his head uncontrollably and said, "You wipe the edge of the coffee every time you drink it, and you probably do the same movement no less than a dozen times after drinking the whole cup of coffee. Persistence? Still a little ignorant of flexibility? By the way, Wumang, can I ask a little question?" "Looking for Love at the End of the World" was played in the coffee shop, and the percussion instruments floated on top of the music, and the melodious violin sank below , It sounds sad and joyful intertwined, making people a little bit lonely and a little bit melancholy, Pal lightly tapped with his fingerless fingers, and the eyes that are always difficult to guess gradually gathered light.

Thinking that he didn't hear his words, Chu Tian drank his coffee and was about to give up, but the intoxicated Par Wumang sighed softly: "Do you want to ask me why I fucked up in the concert hall facing a second-rate killer, but in the alley But you are so majestic, how can you break out of the encirclement with just a snap of your fingers?" Chu Tian was slightly taken aback, and couldn't stop saying, "Are you really a god?" Par Wumang raised a wry smile, as if he didn't want to touch his own words. After a long time, he said quietly: "Let me tell you a little story. Many years ago, when I was young and energetic, I fell in love with a beautiful and gentle woman. She was born noble, so I will tell you a little story." Overwhelming, for her, I am crazy, I am persistent."

Chu Tian didn't speak, but listened with great interest.

The topic has been opened, and there is no defense in the heart. Pall's voiceless voice drifted away, and it sounded faintly with the music: "This woman was also moved by me, and she was also crazy about me, and she was also obsessed with me, so the period of staying together In those days, we were sweet and fearful, and what was sweet was the union of soul and flesh."

Chutian's heart moved slightly, and he said: "The one who is worried is that she has a husband?" Paer Wumang's eyes were dim, but he still praised: "You are indeed very smart, and what you said is completely correct, because she has a husband." There is a husband who doesn’t love but has to love, so our love is full of thorns and pains, when it is difficult for people in love to stay together, they will become irrepressible, and I was depressed and decadent during those days.”

Chu Tian understood his inner feelings, took half a sip of coffee and sighed softly: "You can fight, and with your hard work, there will be results. She can divorce the husband she doesn't love, and you can use your independent vastness, Withstand all the gazes of the world, even if the world is against you, what are you afraid of?" Par Wumang stopped holding the coffee, recalling the past in a lonely and painful tone: "I thought about it, and I did it. At the family's grand dinner, I played my own "True Love" to express my love to her with good intentions, which not only attracted everyone's uproar and condemnation, but also brought her a catastrophe."

Chu Tian's eyes fell on that handsome face that was tearing up gradually, who said that a man doesn't flick his tears easily?Passionate is not necessarily a husband, at least Par Wumang in front of him dared to challenge the world, and confessed his true feelings to his lover. Although he guessed the bad ending, Chutian still asked: "What happened later?" Par Wumang said in a low voice Noble head, muttering to himself: "At the dinner party, she hugged and kissed me passionately, then held my hand, pierced her heart with a short knife and broke it, and told me that although she loved me, she didn't want to drag me down. My future, if death can be exchanged for the forgiveness of the whole family, her life is enough."

"Since then, whenever I play music, I don't want to make blood with my own hands, so that night the silver-haired killer attacked me and couldn't resist. I was afraid that when I saw blood falling again, I would go crazy because of it. You know, some things can Pain once, but you can't bear it twice."

This story seems to have answered all of Chutian's questions, and it also made Chutian feel guilty. This inadvertently revealed the sad and beautiful past of Par Wumang. Unexpectedly, this handsome son of Hinduism also has irrepressible Pain, what is love in the world?Life and death promises.

But the careful Chu Tian was still puzzled. He looked up at the imitation Ajanta cave murals on the ceiling, and sighed to himself while sipping his last two sips of coffee: "It's only natural to fall in love with the woman you like, not to mention that she will be overflowing with noble birth. It is a match made in heaven, why do people object so much?" Without answering, Par Wumang sighed softly, raised his head and drank the coffee in the cup, wiped the marks on his lips with a paper towel, then got up and walked outside. Knowing when there was a rare drizzle, the strong wind suddenly poured in with the opened glass door, making people suddenly sober.

The moment Par Wumang left the house, he left the final answer: "Because she is my father's woman!"

Chu Tian was stunned for a moment.

It took a long time before I sighed softly in my heart: There are so many women in the world, why do you fall in love with your father's woman?