Her fingertips turned white from the excessive exertion, and her joints trembled tightly. Rong Qinxin's entire body hung on the outer wall of the carriage like a floating willow branch. The only point of strength was her hands. She kicked her feet a few times,

Finally, she climbed to a node, and then she used all her strength to lift her whole body up to the horizontal surface. She used her strength to roll in, and her body fell into the open carriage.

It fell on a pile of boxes and my whole body ached from carrying it.

"Ouch~ Oh my god."

She frowned in complaint, then lay down on the neatly laid wooden boxes. Her face faced the soft blue sky, and her flushed cheeks were embedded with a pair of big, twinkling eyes. The pupils were bright and printed on the

The sky inside was filled with flowing clouds, clear and deep. Her chest was rising and falling due to the excessive running, and Rong Qinxin was breathing heavily.

Suddenly the corner of her mouth raised a hook, and then the hook intensified into a cheerful and complete laughter.

"Hehe~~he~~ha~~hahahahaha!!!!"

She was like a dark horse that had just won the championship, neighing with joy. This clean and galloping laughter melted into the flutes of steam, so unbridled and uninhibited.

This is the beginning of a brand new story, in which people finally wait for the protagonist to meet.

But at this moment, Qin Xin, who is laughing like crazy, doesn’t know.

The Lin family's mansion is located in a place quite far away from the center of Shanghai. Most of Shanghai is a concession. To the north of Yangjingbang is the British Concession, to the south is the French Concession, and the Hongkou area is the Japanese Concession. The Lin family hates neon lights.

It was noisy and felt very smoky. They were a family that had been prosperous in officialdom for generations. From the reign of Xianfeng to Daoguang, there was an official and a half-time official, but a prosperous official career was never the most important thing for the Lin family. In Shanghai during the Republic of China, that Wen Wen

Erya, a bookish man, got the opportunity to show off his skills. His intelligence and courage made everything come to him easily, and his flexibility and exquisiteness allowed him to firmly control the largest casino in Shanghai.

Wealth Gate.

This vulgar name is full of copper odor, but this man likes it. He said that all entanglements of love and hate stem from greed for wealth, and wealth is the most beautiful word, just like a beautiful woman.

At that time, Lin Zuoyan was standing in front of the Fugui Gate, standing next to this man. He was still short and stood upright, his eyes full of admiration lingering on the man's smiling chin.

This man is the founder of Fuguimen, the owner of the black and white gangs in Shanghai. And this man has died, just 2 months ago. Some people say that he is old, and some people say that his courage is no longer what he used to be. Death is just the right thing to do.

His useless relief.

In this chaotic world, there are no heroes. People will not respect them, but only laugh at them.

The mourning hall has never been removed, and white mausoleums are still arranged in every corner of the house.

The night was silent and heavy, and the air was filled with a sense of tight pain. This half-white-haired woman had been kneeling in the mourning hall for nearly three hours. Every day, she would knock fish here and chant Buddha's name, and her pale lips would flicker.

As soon as he closed his eyes, his blessed face turned sallow due to the recent fatigue and pain.

She had been deprived of food for many days, and her tears had dried up. Even though she had known for a long time that her husband's health was deteriorating, the pain of his passing was so unbearable for her.

She plucked the rosary beads in her hand one by one, while the maid next to her stood nervously and silently.

The door was opened gently.

The man's face was as carved as ice, with a deep depression locked in it. His eyes fell on the woman's back, feeling very distressed.

"mom."

he called softly.

The woman listened to the mutterings and paused for a moment. Then she was about to get up. The two maids beside her hurriedly stepped forward to help her, and the woman slowly turned around.

Seeing that her handsome and tall son had lost a lot of weight, the woman burst into tears.

"Yan'er~~"

"mom."

Lin Zuoyan has not been at home for the past half month. Mrs. Lin knows her son well. If Mr. Lin's death had not left many heavy affairs without anyone to take care of them, his son would not be like this. It is a pity that this child's father has just passed away and he still has no one to take care of.

She had to face huge pressure before she had time to grieve. Mrs. Lin's heart tightened again and she looked at Lin Zuoyan distressedly.

Then she suddenly remembered something and stopped choking.

"Is there any news from the Zhuo family?"

This was the biggest heartache of Mr. Lin before his death. The marriage contract between two like-minded friends when he was young has always taken root in Mr. Lin's heart. Especially when he was dying, he still thought about it. Mrs. Lin was always there no matter what.

It must be done for him too.

But at that time, I did not expect that the car and manpower sent by the Lin family would still be missing after two and a half months. Although things on the ground in Jiangxi were not peaceful and there were rebel forces, people like the Zhuo family were honest and lived deep in the mountains and forests without caring about worldly affairs.

What kind of disaster can people get into?

"Is there any ~ Yan'er?"

"I have sent someone to Jiangxi and will be back in a few days. I said on the phone that we have a clue, so don't worry, Mom." His heavy black eyes were so deep that Lin Zuoyan knew in his heart that the Zhuo family was probably in serious trouble.

not enough.

"You should go to bed early and don't get too tired."

Mrs. Lin lowered her head, sighed softly, and nodded silently. Lin Zuoyan gave a commanding look to the two maids beside him, and they immediately understood and helped Mrs. Lin down.

The night was dark and cold. The bleak autumn seemed to lament some unknown things. Lin Zuoyan turned around and looked at the sky. A stream of moonlight hit his handsome face, creating a thin layer of frost.

At this moment, the same moonlight also fell on Rong Qinxin, who was sleeping soundly on the roof of the car, and turned into a silvery glow. The bumpy sound of the train and her thunderous snoring contrasted with this scenery in a unique way.

She was just too tired to pay attention.

On the wooden box beneath him, there was a line of large characters written firmly with a red oil pen.
Chapter completed!