Dongshan Province, Ningxi small town.

Compared with the birthplace of so many prosperous leaders, there seems to be nothing to commemorate Su Fuhua here. There is no memorial hall, no handwritten inscription, and no slogans.

Ningxi is still the same Ningxi. It doesn't look advanced, but it is peaceful enough.

When Wang Zheng's car drove into the small town of Ningxi at high speed, at another highway exit of the small town, two cars with capital license plates also came fiercely.

Wang Zheng knew that the news would definitely leak out, but he was not in the mood to care about how and at what time the news leaked out. The Su family had worked hard to operate in China for so many years. Naturally, there were many unexpected chess pieces and chess pieces.

With this method, it is not a problem at all to extract this bit of information.

Wang Zheng didn't know how many cars were coming from all directions. He Yan had asked people from the local branch to set up checkpoints at various levels on the way to the small town of Ningxi, but some people still broke in.

The closer the car got to its destination, the more excited Feng Changming became, and his hands began to tremble uncontrollably, which was a sign of intense inner activity.

In the past few days, Feng Changming still has not fully recovered. He has been a joke for most of his life, living in lies and deception. The tampered memory has made him a fool for decades. Those

The truth that has been lost in time seems so incredible.

When the car they were riding in arrived at the outskirts of the small town of Ningxi, Feng Changming was so excited that he couldn't help himself because he felt extremely familiar.

The environment here was clearly engraved with the memory in his mind.

There was a small village in the suburbs, with scattered houses standing lonely on a large open field. Feng Changming pointed to a few dilapidated bungalows and said with a trembling voice: "That's it!"

When he said these words, Feng Changming's eyes had already filled with tears. At this time, how could he still have the loose look of "Pingjiang District's leader"?

Feng Changming left home when he was still a teenager. Since he left, his memory has been forcibly modified.

Therefore, in the following decades, it was another "mother" who lived in Feng Changming's memory. It was precisely because he had not thought of it for so many years. When the memory constraints were broken, Feng Changming suddenly

When I think of my biological mother, I feel very strange.

However, such strangeness is ultimately no match for flesh and blood family ties.

Wang Zheng squinted his eyes and looked at it. The house seemed to have been built thirty or forty years ago. At that time, such blue brick walls were still very rare. Those who could live in such a house must have a strong family background.

It's just that the passage of time and the erosion of wind and rain have made the once noble blue brick wall dilapidated and decayed.

Over the decades, even the hardest things will begin to decay. So, what about the human heart?

When the young man left home and his elder brother returned home, his local pronunciation remained unchanged and his hair on his temples faded.

Feng Changming got out of the car and walked towards the dilapidated yard step by step. His steps were extremely slow and his feet seemed extremely heavy.

Looking at that figure, Wang Zheng sighed softly.

Now he began to feel that what he did was not so cruel. After all, Feng Changming was about to get back his original things.

An old lady with white hair was sitting in the shade of the dilapidated yard. Time had left deep marks on her face. However, even though her face was full of wrinkles and her skin was sagging, Wang Zheng was still vaguely recognizable.

From her face, you can see how amazing this face once was.

Who can guarantee that the heart will remain unchanged and look at the vicissitudes of life with a smile. Don’t cry. Don’t cry and tell me, there is no ageless face.

Feng Changming stood in front of the old lady, eyes closed, tears covering his face.

The old lady seemed to sense that someone was coming. She opened her eyes with some difficulty and looked at Feng Changming. Her eyes, which were already cloudy, gradually became clearer.

Feng Changming, whose face was filled with tears, immediately knelt down and lay on the ground, unable to kneel down.

At this moment, Wang Zheng suddenly felt filled with emotion.

Then, he turned around decisively and firmly, leaving this small courtyard to this group of mothers and children.

After walking out, Wang Zheng looked up at the blue sky and white clouds on the outskirts of Ningxi, and took a deep breath, which was both fresh and melancholy.

After five minutes of silence, Wang Zheng took out his cell phone and dialed He Yan's number.

"You will never guess who she is." Wang Zheng recalled the vicissitudes of her face and took a deep breath again: "The national goddess of the 1960s, Jiang Pingmin."

He Yan was on the other end of the phone, silent for a long time.

Obviously, he was also shocked by the news.

The dust of history will always bury too many things, causing so many beautiful people in the past to pass away in the wind.

"I suddenly felt that this was a bit cruel to them." Wang Zheng looked up at the sky, where white clouds were falling.

"Why? At this time, why are you shrinking?" He Yan knew that Wang Zheng used to be a man who would do anything to achieve his goals, but now Wang Zheng makes him feel a little strange. Of course, this kind of strangeness

It won't make him feel disgusted.

"Everyone has their own rights." Wang Zheng looked back at the small courtyard with a complicated expression: "It's not easy for them either."

He Yan on the other end of the phone was silent for a minute, and then said, "It's all up to you to decide."

"Okay." Wang Zheng hung up the phone, and the roar of the car engine could be heard in his ears.

To be able to achieve such speed in a place like this, it's obvious that the person who came here is evil.

Wang Zheng turned his head and looked towards the entrance of the alley. A Grand Cherokee was rushing towards him fiercely. Mitsui Junichi was standing in front of the Grand Cherokee. He did not dodge or dodge. With a flick of his wrist, the tip of the knife rose from the bottom up.

Lifting it up, a stream of cold light suddenly illuminated Wang Zheng's eyes!

For such a long time, no one knew how far Mitsui Junichi had mastered his mad sword. The position where he drew the sword was just on the left side of the car. The sword gleams exploded the left front tire and shattered the front fender.

The windshield also split the driver’s head!

The person sitting in the passenger seat was about to shoot, but at this moment, a large pool of hot and sticky stuff hit his face!

This is my companion’s brain!

The left front tire of the Grand Cherokee was blown out, and it suddenly rushed towards the low wall next to it. Junichi Mitsui turned sideways calmly and slashed out with a knife. A thin line of blood appeared on the co-pilot's neck!

The person in the passenger seat just felt a chill on his neck. Before he realized what was going on, the Grand Cherokee had already hit the wall next to it!

With this impact, the co-pilot discovered in horror that his head began to roll and the whole world was spinning!

When the head rolled down, the neat and smooth section between his neck was revealed, but blood was constantly spurting out.
Chapter completed!