I am Barbara's lawyer and her friend. Xia Ke is very handsome, about forty years old. At this moment, there is a trace of deep sadness hidden between his eyebrows.
I feel very sad about Barbara's death, so please feel sorry for your grief.
Wen Yusi stared at him in a deep mood and nodded slowly. His words seemed redundant at this time, although he was disdainful of Fu Zaiyin's conclusion that he died in a car accident.
At this time, they were sitting in a luxurious private room located in Shanghai Hongqiao Ying Hotel, with a painful atmosphere in the room.
In his suicide note, Barbara left all her life property to you. This is a box she sent to me. She once told me to hand it over to you in person. Xia Ke took out a small box from his briefcase, with copper gilded, typical ancient Chinese style.
Wen Yusi signed some documents, and he rarely spoke during the whole process. His only faint words surprised Xia Ke because Wen Yusi's fluent American English
Afterwards, Xiake said enthusiastically: Looking forward to you coming to the United States as soon as possible to deal with some aftermath matters, he has a good impression of Wen Yusi. Although he has always been biased towards the Chinese, there is no doubt that Fu Zaiyin and the man in front of him are exceptions.
I will go and wish you a good trip, and thank you for everything you did for Barbara.
Wen Yusi stood up and opened the window. The bitter cold wind blew in. He liked this bone-broken cold. Winter, this is my season!
A blazing flame rose in his heart
Smell, I'm leaving
How I don't want you to have the chance to see this letter, and I believe it will always be sealed in the iron cabinet of Bastian Law Firm in Wyoming.
However, what makes me feel relieved is that you are still alive, either they have not found you yet, or they have not succeeded
Don't be sad, my dear
I went to heaven to meet your mother, where I will tell her that her son has grown up and is a man of heaven and earth.
Your mother and I are in the same training camp, and are under the direct leadership of General Zhu Zhen. We receive strict devilish training in a valley in Yunnan. If you don’t have the care and care of your mother like your elder sister, I will not be able to support you.
Not long after, General Zhu Zhen arranged for me to go to the United States
At that time, the mainland was in full swing of the Cultural Revolution. My father was shot as a current counter-revolution because of his poor composition.
As the general expected, the US intelligence agency found me and asked me to join their organization, which means that since then, I have become a double spy
But as the Cultural Revolution deepened, General Zhu Zhen also stood aside and was eventually persecuted to death
This also led to my true identity never seeing the light of day, and I lost contact with my motherland.
Until you came back from the Legion, I arranged for you to perform some tasks, of course there were private work. I always hoped that we could save more, after all, this kind of career cannot last long.
CII has been looking for a spy nicknamed Mole. Of course, they have also suspected me, but I didn't leave my home, but I had to run around various continents to complete those tasks. It seems that a woman can do, so they ruled out me.
……
Don't avenge me, because the fate of a spy should be like this, just as a soldier should die on the battlefield
Living well is the greatest comfort to the dead. I believe your mother thinks so too
I rented a safe deposit box at Shanghai China Merchants Bank, and the keys are behind the shrine in Qingliu's hometown. You know the password, there are your mother's relics there.
Farewell, my favorite voice
I can no longer ski in the Alps, and I can no longer enjoy the beautiful scenery of Lake Zurich with you.
My heart hurts so much...
My heart hurts so much
In the blurred vision of Wen Yusi's tears, the words gradually disappeared. The letter was originally written with medicine. When he showed it with medicine, it could only exist once. Just like human life, it is like a flash in the pan in the long river of life.
Xin slid from Wen Yusi's hand to the ground. He raised his head and looked into the distance. There were lonely stars flashing in the vast night.
The cold wind blew, but I didn't feel the cold
He stood alone under the vast night sky, looking at the empty fields, his face full of tears
It's been so many years, about twenty years, and he never shed tears. However, tonight, he will cry a lot, if this can slightly relieve the sorrow in his heart.
But, he can't
Dead
Fu Zaiyin is dead
He buried his face in his hands and moaned loudly.
How long he wants to see her, how long he wants to appreciate her gentleness and charm, every move, every frown and smile is so moving
He raised his hand and looked at his slender fingers. She said she hoped to listen to his piano playing again before she died, but this had become a luxury
In the bitter cold wind, I remembered his lost favorite, and all the past is vivid in my mind.
His heart is bleeding
Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire
When Mao Jie sent the inside, it was almost midnight
The night wind in Jiangcheng was so cold that it made him feel cold. He tightened his collar of the windbreaker and walked out of the home in Buyi Lane.
Turning over the alley to the left is Hanjia Street, a famous slum area in Jiangcheng. It has now been included in the reconstruction plan of the new urban area. It is planned to attract foreign investment and develop it into a commercial area.
At this moment, everything was silent and there was no sound. Mao Jie could vaguely hear his heartbeat and the crunching footsteps under his feet.
It should be here, he thought, leaning over and lying behind a pile of abandoned wood, waiting quietly
After nearly an hour, steady footsteps came from the streets, and a burly figure slowly appeared in Mao Jie's sight, but the man was wearing a hat and his face was heavily surrounded by a towel. His eyes looked particularly shining in the dark night, as if he could see through the dark night.
Mao Jie held his breath. The person in front of him was a dangerous killer. He was very quick and extremely cruel. This can be seen from the wounds of the dead.
The man stopped when he walked to the pile of wood. He took a deep breath, his body was still moving, as if he was thinking about something, as if he was listening to something
Mao Jie suddenly appeared, with a pistol facing the man's face, but to his surprise, at the same time, there was a black barrel aiming at him, and the man seemed to know that someone was lying here.
The air seemed solemn, and several night birds suddenly rose from the top of the elm tree and flew into the deep night sky, but the two of them didn't blink, because as long as anyone gets distracted, they will go to see God first.
This doesn't fit your style, what about your knife? Mao Jie broke the dullness. He had time, but the man couldn't wait.
The man was still in motion, but his cold eyes, which were originally facing a great enemy, gradually became warmer. His hand holding the pistol slowly lowered and said lightly: Little Russian, where is your knife?
Just this light and faint sentence, in Mao Jie's ears, shocked his originally quiet mind like a thunderbolt. Such a familiar voice seemed to be far away but close in front of him.
For many years, every day and night, he always woke up from his dream, and the calm voice of the man lingered in his ears. My little Russian, I'll go first, you need to take care of yourself
His arms suddenly seemed extremely heavy, and his hands holding the gun were tired and hung down depressedly
He found that his voice was so hoarse, brother, brother... you are still alive... He choked, and his heart was actually ecstatic because his elder brother was still alive!
This is enough!
Brother, my brothers and I have traveled all over the southern border. We swear that we will see people alive and corpses when we die, but we can't find them... I can't find them, brother... In an instant, he burst into tears.
Don't cry, you know, brother is the most shameful person. The man gently touched Mao Jie's thick and black hair. At that time, he was still a bald young man
You've grown up, I'm very happy
Brother, why do you do that? You are not that kind of person. Mao Jie grabbed the man's arm tightly, his eyes full of sadness
The man was silent for a long time, walked forward slowly, stopped, little Russian, do you want to see your brother's face? After that, he gently uncovered the masked towel and exposed a face. To be precise, this is not a face because it has no flesh.
The hideous face in the middle of the night was lit, and half of its nose was lifted off. Only one pair of eyes was bright and bright, which made it feel a little angry.
Mao Jie was shocked!
He looked at this face with regret. What a strong and resolute face that was once, with clear edges and a very masculine atmosphere. He is a recognized handsome man in the whole group.
But it was ruined
My brother is no longer a human being. Such a face that is neither human nor ghost can scare people wherever he goes. My brother has no way out. He is Jujie
On the list of martyrs of the Chinese People's Liberation Army, his name is Sun Fugui. He is a heroic special forces captain officer. He once made his name famous for breaking into the rear of the enemy and taking down five Vietnamese strongholds. He died bravely in the self-defense counterattack against Vietnam in 1978.
Brother, brother... Mao Jie burst into tears. He trembled his hands, and his eyes blurred in his eyes, as if he was still the elder brother who was considerate of his subordinates in the former cat's ear piercing. He was such a mighty and brave PLA soldier on the battlefield. He should not have ended like this, nor should he have!
God is unfair!
Unfair!
He screamed, his liver and gallbladder were ruptured, and his heart and lungs were hurt.
Give me some time, I have something to do. After the completion, I will go to find you. Jujie continues to move forward, leaving Mao Jie a lonely and sad figure
He stared at the figure gradually fading away, staggering, heavy, yet firm and powerful
That's my elder brother, my most respected elder brother in my life
Mao Jie knelt on the local area and stared at him for a long time
I feel very sad about Barbara's death, so please feel sorry for your grief.
Wen Yusi stared at him in a deep mood and nodded slowly. His words seemed redundant at this time, although he was disdainful of Fu Zaiyin's conclusion that he died in a car accident.
At this time, they were sitting in a luxurious private room located in Shanghai Hongqiao Ying Hotel, with a painful atmosphere in the room.
In his suicide note, Barbara left all her life property to you. This is a box she sent to me. She once told me to hand it over to you in person. Xia Ke took out a small box from his briefcase, with copper gilded, typical ancient Chinese style.
Wen Yusi signed some documents, and he rarely spoke during the whole process. His only faint words surprised Xia Ke because Wen Yusi's fluent American English
Afterwards, Xiake said enthusiastically: Looking forward to you coming to the United States as soon as possible to deal with some aftermath matters, he has a good impression of Wen Yusi. Although he has always been biased towards the Chinese, there is no doubt that Fu Zaiyin and the man in front of him are exceptions.
I will go and wish you a good trip, and thank you for everything you did for Barbara.
Wen Yusi stood up and opened the window. The bitter cold wind blew in. He liked this bone-broken cold. Winter, this is my season!
A blazing flame rose in his heart
Smell, I'm leaving
How I don't want you to have the chance to see this letter, and I believe it will always be sealed in the iron cabinet of Bastian Law Firm in Wyoming.
However, what makes me feel relieved is that you are still alive, either they have not found you yet, or they have not succeeded
Don't be sad, my dear
I went to heaven to meet your mother, where I will tell her that her son has grown up and is a man of heaven and earth.
Your mother and I are in the same training camp, and are under the direct leadership of General Zhu Zhen. We receive strict devilish training in a valley in Yunnan. If you don’t have the care and care of your mother like your elder sister, I will not be able to support you.
Not long after, General Zhu Zhen arranged for me to go to the United States
At that time, the mainland was in full swing of the Cultural Revolution. My father was shot as a current counter-revolution because of his poor composition.
As the general expected, the US intelligence agency found me and asked me to join their organization, which means that since then, I have become a double spy
But as the Cultural Revolution deepened, General Zhu Zhen also stood aside and was eventually persecuted to death
This also led to my true identity never seeing the light of day, and I lost contact with my motherland.
Until you came back from the Legion, I arranged for you to perform some tasks, of course there were private work. I always hoped that we could save more, after all, this kind of career cannot last long.
CII has been looking for a spy nicknamed Mole. Of course, they have also suspected me, but I didn't leave my home, but I had to run around various continents to complete those tasks. It seems that a woman can do, so they ruled out me.
……
Don't avenge me, because the fate of a spy should be like this, just as a soldier should die on the battlefield
Living well is the greatest comfort to the dead. I believe your mother thinks so too
I rented a safe deposit box at Shanghai China Merchants Bank, and the keys are behind the shrine in Qingliu's hometown. You know the password, there are your mother's relics there.
Farewell, my favorite voice
I can no longer ski in the Alps, and I can no longer enjoy the beautiful scenery of Lake Zurich with you.
My heart hurts so much...
My heart hurts so much
In the blurred vision of Wen Yusi's tears, the words gradually disappeared. The letter was originally written with medicine. When he showed it with medicine, it could only exist once. Just like human life, it is like a flash in the pan in the long river of life.
Xin slid from Wen Yusi's hand to the ground. He raised his head and looked into the distance. There were lonely stars flashing in the vast night.
The cold wind blew, but I didn't feel the cold
He stood alone under the vast night sky, looking at the empty fields, his face full of tears
It's been so many years, about twenty years, and he never shed tears. However, tonight, he will cry a lot, if this can slightly relieve the sorrow in his heart.
But, he can't
Dead
Fu Zaiyin is dead
He buried his face in his hands and moaned loudly.
How long he wants to see her, how long he wants to appreciate her gentleness and charm, every move, every frown and smile is so moving
He raised his hand and looked at his slender fingers. She said she hoped to listen to his piano playing again before she died, but this had become a luxury
In the bitter cold wind, I remembered his lost favorite, and all the past is vivid in my mind.
His heart is bleeding
Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire
When Mao Jie sent the inside, it was almost midnight
The night wind in Jiangcheng was so cold that it made him feel cold. He tightened his collar of the windbreaker and walked out of the home in Buyi Lane.
Turning over the alley to the left is Hanjia Street, a famous slum area in Jiangcheng. It has now been included in the reconstruction plan of the new urban area. It is planned to attract foreign investment and develop it into a commercial area.
At this moment, everything was silent and there was no sound. Mao Jie could vaguely hear his heartbeat and the crunching footsteps under his feet.
It should be here, he thought, leaning over and lying behind a pile of abandoned wood, waiting quietly
After nearly an hour, steady footsteps came from the streets, and a burly figure slowly appeared in Mao Jie's sight, but the man was wearing a hat and his face was heavily surrounded by a towel. His eyes looked particularly shining in the dark night, as if he could see through the dark night.
Mao Jie held his breath. The person in front of him was a dangerous killer. He was very quick and extremely cruel. This can be seen from the wounds of the dead.
The man stopped when he walked to the pile of wood. He took a deep breath, his body was still moving, as if he was thinking about something, as if he was listening to something
Mao Jie suddenly appeared, with a pistol facing the man's face, but to his surprise, at the same time, there was a black barrel aiming at him, and the man seemed to know that someone was lying here.
The air seemed solemn, and several night birds suddenly rose from the top of the elm tree and flew into the deep night sky, but the two of them didn't blink, because as long as anyone gets distracted, they will go to see God first.
This doesn't fit your style, what about your knife? Mao Jie broke the dullness. He had time, but the man couldn't wait.
The man was still in motion, but his cold eyes, which were originally facing a great enemy, gradually became warmer. His hand holding the pistol slowly lowered and said lightly: Little Russian, where is your knife?
Just this light and faint sentence, in Mao Jie's ears, shocked his originally quiet mind like a thunderbolt. Such a familiar voice seemed to be far away but close in front of him.
For many years, every day and night, he always woke up from his dream, and the calm voice of the man lingered in his ears. My little Russian, I'll go first, you need to take care of yourself
His arms suddenly seemed extremely heavy, and his hands holding the gun were tired and hung down depressedly
He found that his voice was so hoarse, brother, brother... you are still alive... He choked, and his heart was actually ecstatic because his elder brother was still alive!
This is enough!
Brother, my brothers and I have traveled all over the southern border. We swear that we will see people alive and corpses when we die, but we can't find them... I can't find them, brother... In an instant, he burst into tears.
Don't cry, you know, brother is the most shameful person. The man gently touched Mao Jie's thick and black hair. At that time, he was still a bald young man
You've grown up, I'm very happy
Brother, why do you do that? You are not that kind of person. Mao Jie grabbed the man's arm tightly, his eyes full of sadness
The man was silent for a long time, walked forward slowly, stopped, little Russian, do you want to see your brother's face? After that, he gently uncovered the masked towel and exposed a face. To be precise, this is not a face because it has no flesh.
The hideous face in the middle of the night was lit, and half of its nose was lifted off. Only one pair of eyes was bright and bright, which made it feel a little angry.
Mao Jie was shocked!
He looked at this face with regret. What a strong and resolute face that was once, with clear edges and a very masculine atmosphere. He is a recognized handsome man in the whole group.
But it was ruined
My brother is no longer a human being. Such a face that is neither human nor ghost can scare people wherever he goes. My brother has no way out. He is Jujie
On the list of martyrs of the Chinese People's Liberation Army, his name is Sun Fugui. He is a heroic special forces captain officer. He once made his name famous for breaking into the rear of the enemy and taking down five Vietnamese strongholds. He died bravely in the self-defense counterattack against Vietnam in 1978.
Brother, brother... Mao Jie burst into tears. He trembled his hands, and his eyes blurred in his eyes, as if he was still the elder brother who was considerate of his subordinates in the former cat's ear piercing. He was such a mighty and brave PLA soldier on the battlefield. He should not have ended like this, nor should he have!
God is unfair!
Unfair!
He screamed, his liver and gallbladder were ruptured, and his heart and lungs were hurt.
Give me some time, I have something to do. After the completion, I will go to find you. Jujie continues to move forward, leaving Mao Jie a lonely and sad figure
He stared at the figure gradually fading away, staggering, heavy, yet firm and powerful
That's my elder brother, my most respected elder brother in my life
Mao Jie knelt on the local area and stared at him for a long time
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