Quick Wear: Under the Skirt, All Beings Are Equal

Chapter 137 Entertainment Circle: Black Moonlight Training Manual 52 [End]

Wu Jing'an chuckled, mocking his own naivety.

Knowing what kind of person she was, he still held on to a glimmer of hope, hoping to see a hint of pity for himself in her eyes.

She was indeed kind enough. She donated almost all the money she earned. She also cared for small animals and even cared about the haters who had scolded her. Only he had never received her attention.

After Wu Jing'an left, an unexpected guest arrived at the villa, An Lin, who had met Chang Qing a few times.

An Lin looked at Chang Qing, his lips turning slightly pale: "Lu Sheng, do you really not like him at all?"

"do not like."

Chang Qing answered firmly. Her eyes were calm, but she asked An Lin with a somewhat surprised tone: "If I remember correctly, you are also an undercover agent, and you are also helping people to get revenge, but why did you fall in love with your enemy?"

An Lin looked painful. "I don't know. I really don't know. At first I hated him to death, but I just fell in love with him. Sometimes, I even paralyzed myself."

Chang Qing didn't say anything else, or rather, she didn't want to say another word to the woman in front of her, and even felt a little contempt and disgust for her.

However, An Lin did not stop.

"He may have let everyone down, but he has done his best for you, Lu Sheng. You probably don't know that his father, Wu Jiashi, once fell in love with a man, and that man was your father."

Chang Qing: “……?”

Do you know what you are talking about?

An Lin wiped away his tears with a complicated expression: "Your father was an undercover agent. Wu Jing'an had an unfortunate childhood. Fortunately, your father was by his side. But it was also because of your father that Wu Jiashi chose to save your father over saving Wu Jing'an's mother, so he saw his mother being abused to death."

"Later, Wu Jiashi said that he died to save him. It would be better to say that it was your father's betrayal that made him feel hopeless."

"So, he hates your father, but it is precisely because of your father that he gave him a little fatherly love and warmth, and protected him as he grew up."

"At first, he wanted to be a good guy."

Chang Qing quickly accepted this shocking news. Only in this way could it be explained why Wu Jing'an had such complicated feelings for Lu Sheng's father, and even extended this complexity to Lu Sheng.

No wonder he said that the entanglements of the previous generation fell into this generation.

An Lin was talking about Wu Jing'an's past when he suddenly heard what Chang Qing said. He was a little stunned and asked, "What did you say?"

The girl's eyes seemed to show pity and contempt. She slowly stretched out her hand and received a ray of light pouring out from the dense branches. The girl's hand was really beautiful, white and clean, with a slight pink on her fingertips. In that ray of light, it was like a lotus blooming on the snowy field.

"I said, you said he had an unfortunate childhood, but what about me? My parents weren't with me. You said he wanted to be a good person, but there are many people who have suffered more miserable experiences than him, such as your childhood sweetheart. But your childhood sweetheart became a drug enforcement police officer and a warm big brother, isn't he?"

"Some people grow and blossom in adversity, and pray that the same thing won't happen again. Some people sink in adversity and drag innocent people into the abyss. So how can they clean up their shame? They just let themselves fall."

"Anlin." Chang Qing looked at her, slowly closed his eyes, and laughed sarcastically: "You are so pitiful. You have become the person you once hated the most, and you don't even realize it. You even enjoy it. You can't even cry at your own ancestral grave, and you go to cry at a mass grave."

"You don't deserve to mention my father, nor the anti-drug police, because it's an insult to them when you say it. You're stepping on the bodies of the anti-drug police to sing the praises of the drug dealers' love. Wu Jing'an's father didn't die because of my father. He was desperate and had no choice but to die. It was because he didn't repent that my father shot him."

An Lin panicked and said, "That's not the case. I never thought of clearing his name. I just think that he is guilty, but his love is not guilty."

"No, his love is also sinful."

Chang Qing said in a calm tone: "Can his love transcend the law and humanity? Wu Jingan is guilty from head to toe, from body to heart, from soul to skin. His crime is unforgivable."

An Lin left in a daze. She couldn't tell what she felt in her heart. In front of Chang Qing, she always felt ashamed.

In response, Chang Qing said that she was not ashamed in front of herself, but in front of those drug enforcement police. Can the love of drug dealers transcend everything? The drug dealers have pitiful lives, but are those whose families are destroyed because of them not pitiful?

Tonight is not peaceful, just like that night back then. The moonlight is clear and hanging on the branches. The river is dark and surging. There is a little night dew on the leaves on the shore. With a gunshot, they suddenly fall to the ground and emit a thousand-foot golden light.

Those drugs managed to evade the layers of customs, but they could not escape the people who kept rushing to get them.

Some moons are held in the sky, while some moons are born on earth. It is too cold up there, so the branches and leaves are dressed up for them.

At three o'clock in the morning, Chang Qing was still sitting on the sofa when the door of the villa was suddenly pushed open and a figure walked in, carrying a murderous aura and the smell of blood.

He walked up to Changqing and stood in front of him, stretching out his hands to hug Changqing, but Changqing dodged him.

"Lu Sheng, I'm here to see you one last time."

"Please, don't push me away." Wu Jing'an burst into tears, his voice hoarse and trembling: "Can I hug you for a moment? I don't have a chance anymore."

Chang Qing stood up and sneered: "Don't touch me, you are too dirty."

"I never wanted to play any romantic scenes with you."

Wu Jingan's lips trembled: "Stop talking, I really don't want to hear it."

He smiled wanly: "I hope that you can lie to me, or even if it's fake love, or you fall in love with me and then betray me, it's better than being like this from beginning to end, so disgusted and indifferent, unable to inspire love or hatred."

He handed the pistol in his arms to Chang Qing and asked her to hold it against her heart.

"Lu Sheng, kill me. In this world, you are the only one who can make me die in your hands willingly."

"Shoot, like I taught you."

With a bang, two gunshots rang out.

But it was Wu Jingan's arms and thighs that were hit.

Chang Qing put away the gun with a beautiful hand gesture, and looked at Wu Jingan who was lying on the ground in a daze, with mockery in his eyes: "Until now, you still don't feel that you have done anything wrong. You have never regretted what you have done. Why should I kill you? You will be judged by the law."

He likes himself, and dying in his own hands is the best ending for him.

Changqing would not let him have such an ending.

Wu Jing'an looked as pale as death, and finally understood what it felt like to be like his father, a man who was like a lone wolf.

He felt that time was like a wet and rotten cotton rope. When he grabbed it, he found it was sticky and damp. He wanted to pull the memories back to have a look, but when he pulled it, he found that even the cotton rope that connected the memories broke when he tried hard. He could only look at the mess in his hand in confusion, as if he had just woken up from a dream.

About ten minutes later, Changqing saw Liu Shuzhou rushing in with his men.

A young policeman stood nearby, looked at Wu Jingan lying on the ground, and then looked at Chang Qing.

"Hello, Miss Lu, my name is Chen Jiunian."

Chang Qing smiled: "Long time no see, Brother Chen, grandma misses you very much. After you finish these things, go back and visit the old lady."

Chen Jiunian nodded: "Okay, I want to eat the dumplings made by grandma this year. By the way, call other people, including Jiang Yue's brother. That kid hasn't been home for many years. Let's go and pay respect to uncle and aunt."

He missed home very much and wanted to go and see it.

I really want to run desperately at this moment, through the surging crowd, through the hustle and bustle of the train station, stand at the door of my house, and wave and smile to my relatives in the yard.

Shouted: "I'm back."

The children, who have grown up, would hold the flowers that Lu Sheng's parents liked, go to the nameless tombstone, and gently put them down.

The autumn wind blows, the reeds turn white, the fishing boats move away, and the smoke from cooking becomes slanting. This cemetery is the starting point and end point of their lives.