"Do you want me to take over the duties there as well?" Liu Limao was a little surprised: "Don't you always want to place people there but don't have the manpower?"
"You really guessed it right. They want you to serve there because you have dealt with them a few years ago. Now they have to place intelligence agents everywhere. Now that you have this opportunity, I won't
Let you let it go."
"In this case, I will not disappoint your kindness." Liu Limao stood up and shook hands with him.
In the world of Shanghai, only the more identities you have, the more you can control the overall situation.
He is already a nail and needs to be driven in firmly.
Just like the button of my code name, as long as the body is wrapped with thousands of threads, there is always a way to escape.
"Well, I'll keep an eye on that kid outside for you, so you can do it with confidence." Gu Jinfeng patted him on the shoulder and walked out.
On the other side, Mu Fu encountered a strange thing. There was a beggar with a crippled leg who always followed her to beg for food.
Before entering the campus in the morning, going out for coffee at noon, and returning home from get off work in the evening, the two of them always met the same person.
"Why do you always follow me?" Mu Fu was a little confused: "I don't know if your leg can still be treated. If you want to treat your leg, you can go to Dr. Lin's clinic on Jing'an Road."
"I have no money, and I can't fill my stomach." The beggar looked very lonely, with a look of reluctance in his eyes.
"Then do you want to fill your stomach, or do you want to heal your legs?"
"In troubled times, filling your stomach is the best choice."
"You're a beggar, and you've actually read a book. You must have fallen into such a miserable state." Cai'er said as she opened his hair to look at his face.
The man looked at his movements and wanted to hide away: "It's okay if I don't give you food. Why are you treating me like this?"
"Don't be rude." Mu Fu scolded, turned to him and said, "Since you want to fill your stomach, we will buy you an extra meal every day, and you can just wait here for me."
Cai'er hailed a rickshaw: "Miss, it's time for us to leave."
"Didn't Brother Li say he was coming to pick us up? Why haven't we arrived yet?" Mu Fu motioned to her and said goodbye carefully.
"Who knows, maybe it's because of something." Cai'er laughed: "They are busy every day, so they may not be able to pick us up."
"Sorry, this portion is your dinner." Mu Fu took out the only silver dollar he had left on him: "It's time for me to leave. You can find a place to rest and eat."
"Thanks."
Mu Fu carried the medicine box and followed Cai'er out of this place.
The beggar looked at their leaving figures and felt sad secretly.
I haven’t seen her for many years, but now she has dressed like a woman. She must have gotten married to someone else.
Zhang Dong drove the car to the school gate, and the guard at the gate informed Professor Mu that he had left in the car.
"Sir Liu, we are still a step late."
Liu Limao in the car lowered the window, which frightened the beggar hiding in the corner.
"Why doesn't this girl believe that I came to pick her up? I can always see her when I get home."
"It's not that you're too busy, I'm afraid she doesn't want to disturb your work." Zhang Dong returned to the car: "The one who looked at our car and hid just now seems familiar."
"Have you seen his face clearly?" Liu Limao regained his serious expression.
"It looks like there are some disabilities in the legs and feet. He shouldn't be a spy." Zhang Dong started the car.
"Don't block other people's humanity. There is no such coincidence in the world. My wife, Liu Limao, happens to work here, and some people want to hide when they see me. I'm afraid they are also trying to mislead Mu Fu."
"Okay, I'll have someone check out the people who have been in contact with the young lady recently." He nodded: "It's better to be cautious. After all, you are dancing on the tip of a knife now, and some things need to be done over and over again."
You used this idiom...Liu Limao laughed: "You will have to send me to a place to work in the future."
"Is that the place in the afternoon?"
"Yeah..." He lay on the back of the chair and closed his eyes to meditate.
"Aren't you afraid of playing with fire and burning yourself? You are burdened with too much of this kind of thing, and one day you will die."
"There is no other way. I am the only one who is familiar with the bad scriptures here."
"I can't enter that realm in the afternoon. I can only find an excuse to go in when I come to see you." Zhang Dong shook his head: "I mean, everything there has to be done by yourself."
"I know, you can help me take care of the special higher education courses here, and just carry out the rest step by step."
Back at Mu's house, Liu Limao found Aunt Xiang serving dishes.
"What's going on, where are my wife and maid?"
"They are staying in their own rooms." Aunt Xiang said timidly. After the confrontation in the morning, she understood that Liu Limao was not easy to control now.
"Then why haven't you left yet?"
"Ah Mao, I really have no place to go..." Aunt Xiang said and was about to step forward and pull off Liu Limao's clothes, thinking of begging him for mercy.
"Over the years, the war has destroyed my house. I have to repair and clean it every day, and my body has developed rheumatism. If I continue like this, I will have to wait for death."
"How about staying?" Dongzi stood aside with a careless look: This old mother is also pitiful in her old age.
When I think about it, I feel uncomfortable thinking about how my son, the only son I relied on before, looked like.
I don’t know if he will ever have the chance to meet his biological parents in this life...
Before Uncle De was alive, Zhang Dong only asked about his biological parents once, but there were almost no clues.
"Is this what you and I can keep if we can? The owner of this house is still named Mu."
At this time, Mu Fu walked down from above.
"What's going on? Why do you want me to be the villain now?"
Obviously, Mu Fu, who had just taken a bath, looked very lazy.
"Do I need to eat out for dinner?"
"Okay, I've been busy cooking at home these days. It's okay to go out to eat." Liu Limao obviously didn't want to get entangled in this topic.
In her old age, when she thought about pity, she thought about her dispensable son, but she forgot that she was wandering outside at the beginning; it took several years before she had the life she has now.
"But the curfew is coming soon, so I still won't go out." Mu Fu touched his stomach, as if he could hear a growling sound.
Cai'er followed behind: "It's too late now, let's eat at home. If you don't like Aunt Xiang's food, I'll go get a bowl of noodles."
She nodded, and Cai'er went up to change clothes, and then went to the kitchen to get busy.
"Yes, yes. I saw that she cooked a lot. Maybe we should really find someone who can cook at home. Otherwise, when we come back, we will be so hungry that our chests are touching our backs."
"But it can't be her. No mother can be so cruel to her own son. Now that she is old, she has come to rely on her son. What should she do before that required her care?"
Mu Fu couldn't help but yawned: "And we have just returned to Shanghai not long ago, so you have to be wary of outsiders. We are not afraid of thieves stealing, but we are afraid of thieves missing us."
Aunt Xiang hurriedly walked to Mu Fu and said, "Miss, I'm really not that kind of person. I can tell you one by one about my previous employers so that you can rest assured."
"I don't have any objections to you. People who really have objections haven't solved the knot yet. It's useless for you to talk nonsense here." Mu Fu walked to the dining table: "You suddenly broke into Mu's house, which is full of doubts.
, you must have been to this place many times, otherwise you wouldn’t be so familiar with the route.”
She paused and continued: "Since you haven't seen your child for so many years, but you hugged Liu Limao the first time, you decided that he was your child. Isn't this even more suspicious?"
Aunt Xiang hesitated and said: "He looks like his dead father, of course I will recognize him."
"But in the past nearly thirty years, you still remember the man who lied to you. It's really surprising."
"This...this..." Aunt Xiang couldn't answer, remembering what Uncle De told her: "I have contacted Ade before, because before, because before..."
"Because of what before?" Liu Limao slapped the table: Wouldn't this guy come to blackmail Uncle De?
"Because Ade and Amao had found the biological mother before, but later they found out it was me, so they just kept sending letters to reassure me."
"This lie has not even been drafted." Dongzi was angry: "I have never heard my adoptive father mention this matter. If you want to stay here, you can't, but you have to ask the eldest lady.
Make the problem clear so that we dare to keep you, you know?"
"Oh, it's true." Aunt Xiang was also worried: I don't know how Section Chief Ikeda got the address of Mu Mansion and Uncle De's notes. It was really easy to forge it.
She ran to the room where she rested last night, took out a pile of envelopes, and handed them to Liu Limao.
"These are all letters from Uncle De, and occasionally there are a few silver coins in them."
Liu Limao looked at the familiar notes in disbelief, which also contained photos of his childhood.
"This is a photo taken the first year I came to Mu's house, and this is the photo taken the second year..."
"My adoptive father actually helped you find your mother." Dongzi saw familiar handwriting: "He has been doing so many things silently behind his back, and he has never let us know."
"Have you ever met him?" Dongzi grabbed Aunt Xiang's collar: "What is your fixed meeting time with him?"
"I haven't seen it before. I have always communicated by sending letters. I can't write, so people I know in the village read it for me every time." Aunt Xiang turned to Liu Limao and said, "I have indeed suffered a lot in these years.
, I also know that all this is your fault, but I was ill at the time. I vented all my resentment towards that dead man on your head, but you are my flesh and blood after all..."
"I don't want to talk to you now." Liu Limao returned to the room holding the pile of letters.
Dongzi stayed where he was in embarrassment: "I'm afraid you still have to leave. Brother Li always thinks of your abuse to him. This is a childhood shadow and a sin that cannot be washed away."