Chapter 1072 Dust

Dongshan Province, Ningxi Town.

Compared with the birthplace of so many popular leaders, it seems that nothing can be found to commemorate Su Fuhua. There is no memorial, no handwritten inscription, and no slogan.

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 city of Ningxi at a high speed, two cars with capital license plates also came fiercely at another high-speed exit of the small city.

Wang Zheng knew that the news would definitely leak, but he was not in the mood to care about how the news leaked out and at what time. The Su family has been operating in China for so many years, and naturally there are many unexpected chess pieces and means. It is not a problem to get this news at all.

Wang Zheng did not know how many cars came from all directions. He Yan had asked the people of the local branch to set up layers of checkpoints on the way to Ningxi Town, but there were still fish leaking in.

The closer the car is to the destination, the more excited Feng Changming's heart is. His hands have begun to tremble uncontrollably, which is a fierce manifestation of inner activity.

In the past few days, Feng Changming has still not completely recovered. Most of his life has been almost a joke. Living in lies and deception, the tampered memory makes him a fool for decades. The truth that has been annihilated in time looks so incredible.

When their car drove to the outskirts of Ningxi Town, Feng Changming was so excited that he felt extremely familiar.

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

There is a small village in the suburbs. The uneven houses stand lonely on a large empty field. Feng Changming pointed to several dilapidated bungalows and said in a trembling voice, "That's it!"

When he said this, Feng Changming's tears were already full of his eyes. At this time, how could he still look like a "playing a handle in Pingjiang District"?

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

Therefore, in the next few decades, living in Feng Changming's memory has always been another "mother". It is precisely because he has not remembered it for so many years that when the memory confinement is broken, Feng Changming suddenly remembered the appearance of his biological mother and will feel very strange.

However, such a strangeness can't beat flesh and blood in the end.

Wang Zheng narrowed his eyes and looked at it. It seemed that the house should have been built 30 or 40 years ago. At that time, this kind of green brick wall was still very rare. It was possible to live in such a house, and all of them were rich families. It's just that the passage of time and the erosion of wind and rain have made the once noble green brick wall dilapidated and rotten.

In decades, no matter how hard things are, there will be decay. So, what about people's hearts?

The young man left home and returned home, and the local accent has not changed.

Feng Changming got out of the car and walked step by step to the dilapidated yard. His pace was extremely slow and his feet seemed to be extremely heavy.

Looking at that figure, Wang Zheng sighed gently.

Now he begins to feel that it is not so cruel to do so. After all, Feng Changming is about to find his original thing at this time.

An old lady with white hair was sitting in the shade of the dilapidated yard, and time left deep marks on her face. However, even if her face was wrinkled and her skin was flabby, Wang Zheng could still vaguely see how amazing this face had from her face.

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 that there is no ageless face.

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

The old lady seemed to notice that someone was coming. She opened her eyes with some difficulty and looked at Feng Changming. Her already turbid eyes began to gradually become clear.

Feng Changming with tears on his face bent his knees directly, lay on the ground, and couldn't kneel down for a long time.

At this moment, Wang Zheng suddenly sighed.

Then, he turned around decisively and firmly and left the small courtyard to this team of mother and son.

After going out, Wang Zheng looked up at the blue sky and white clouds in the suburbs of Ningxi and took a deep breath, which was very fresh and melancholy.

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

"You won't think of who she is." Wang Zheng recalled the vicissitudes of face and took a deep breath again: "Jiang Pingmin, the national goddess of the 1960s."

He Yan was at the other end of the phone and was speechless for a long time.

Obviously, he was also shocked by the news.

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

"I suddenly feel that this is a little cruel to them." Wang Zheng looked up at the sky with white clouds.

"Why? At this time, why do you flinch? He Yan knew that Wang Zheng was a person who could do anything to achieve his goal, but now Wang Zheng makes him feel a little strange. Of course, this strangeness does not make him feel disgusted.

"Everyone has their own right to privacy." Wang Zheng looked back at the small courtyard with a complicated look: "It's not easy for them."

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

"Good." Wang Zheng hung up the phone, and the roar of the car engine had come from his ears.

It is obvious that the comers are not good at such a speed in such a place.

Wang Zheng turned his head and looked at the entrance of the alley. A Grand Cherokee was rushing this way fiercely, while Mitsui Runyi stood in front of the Grand Cherokee, do not dodge, his wrist shook, the tip of the knife lifted from the bottom up, and a cold light suddenly illuminated Wang Zheng's eyes!

For such a long time, no one knows how much Mitsui Runyi's crazy knife has practiced. The position of his knife is just on the left side of the body. A knife light broke the left front tire, smashed the front windshield, and split the driver's head!

The person sitting in the co-driver wanted to shoot, but at this time, a large pool of hot and sticky things stuck to his face!

This is the brain of a companion!

Grand Cherokee's left front tire was blown up and immediately tilted towards the low wall next to it. Mitsui Runyi calmly turned sideways and cut it out with a knife. A thin blood line appeared on the co-pilot's neck!

The person on the co-pilot just felt that his neck was cold. Before he found out what was going on, Grand Cherokee had hit the courtyard wall next to him!

With this impact, the co-pilot found in horror that his head began to roll, and the whole world turned around!

When his head rolled down, the neat and smooth section between his neck that kept spraying blood out was revealed.

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