Suddenly, half a foot of white smoke suddenly burst out from where he was and spread quickly. The men in black could not see Zhang Shaoliang and immediately gathered together. Unfortunately, they could no longer see Zhang Shaoliang's half of them at this time.
film.
By the time Zhang Shaoliang rushed back to Cao's mansion, the fire had already surged into the sky, and a group of surprised people were crowded at the door, looking at the maids and servants who kept escaping from Cao's mansion.
"What happened?"
Zhang Shaoliang grabbed the collar of a servant who was doing odd jobs in Cao's mansion and asked with a anxious expression.
"I...I don't know, the mansion caught a fire somehow..."
"Where is Mr. Cao?"
"It's still... still inside..."
Hearing this, Zhang Shaoliang threw the servant aside and rushed into the raging fire.
Somehow the fire broke out?
Zhang Shaoliang walked into the courtyard. The wall outside burned, but the courtyard was fine. The house started to burn from outside. It was obvious that someone deliberately set fire from outside. It was obvious that someone wanted to put the people in the mansion in the palace.
To death.
He turned into Cao Shichen's room familiarly, but saw that there was no one inside. Zhang Shaoliang was a little panicked. He rushed to the study room again, but there was still no one. Didn't he say he didn't escape? Where did he run?
Zhang Shaoliang was anxiously shouting Cao Shichen's name in the corridor, but no one came out to respond to him except for the sound of the fire burning.
As he shouted, the corners of his eyes suddenly turned sour. He remembered that Cao Shichen taught him to play Go, taught him to recite poems and write music, chess, calligraphy and painting. However, most of them were not interested, and just learned to play, never seriously.
Looking back now, Cao Shichen at that time might really treat him as his son.
Zhang Shaoliang strode through the gradually burning ruins, looking for the familiar figure.
Cao Shichen once said that if his son had not died, he should have been as old as him. If his son was still alive, he would feel that there would be no flaws in his life.
But at that time, he didn't dare to tell him that his son stood in front of him and was his old-fashioned friend for more than ten years...
It’s not that he didn’t want to say it, but that he promised his mother not to influence Cao Shichen’s life, not to disturb him, and not to recognize him, because only in this way can it be good for everyone.
Zhang Shaoliang didn't know what kind of past his mother had with Cao Shichen. He only knew that the only relative in the world was left with this father. He really didn't want to be left with himself, so he went crazy.
He was stumbling in Cao's mansion and searching for it. When he was almost desperate, suddenly, a difficult voice suddenly pulled his heart, which was about to collapse.
"Zhang Shaoliang... Come and help me, I can't carry it..."
Hearing the sound, when Zhang Shaoliang turned around, he saw Luo Ling with an old man struggling to carry an old man on his back. Who else could that look lifeless old man besides Cao Shichen?
Zhang Shaoliang was almost so happy that he was sad. He quickly stepped forward and helped Cao Shichen down from Luo Ling's back, put it on his shoulder, and said to Luo Ling: "Go quickly, the house is about to collapse."
Luo Ling nodded repeatedly, then pulled up Xiaolan who had been following her...