Victory Beyond Flames Chapter 4

"Does our father still have that stick?"

"It's not reserved just for me. My brother has never been in trouble even once!" Li Qing felt wronged when he thought about it. In the eyes of his father, he would always be the one who caused trouble and made his father angry. His brother Li Ren seemed to He has never made a mistake, but he just can't stand this brother who never makes a mistake.

Ivy did not continue what Li Qing said, but thought of another thing: "Tell me the truth, is my aunt sleeping with dad?"

"With my father's body, how can he be without a woman? You already occupied the magpie's nest when you were at home, and I didn't even tell you!"

Ivy sighed: "I knew it earlier. That's why I don't want to go back to this house. All the other classmates have left during the winter and summer vacations, and I'm the only one living in the school dormitory!" As he said that, Ivy turned his head to the window and sighed again. .

"Then why did you come back this time?"

"It's hard to put into words..." Ivy lowered his head.

Fletcher Yang passed by Ivy's door, stopped, listened to the noise, and climbed the narrow stairs to the attic alone. The attic door was opened, and the small space was filled with old belongings of the Yang family, including cabinets, bottles and cans, books, as well as the clothes and portraits of the deceased mother, which were covered with dust.

Fletcher Yang walked to the attic door worriedly, looked around again to make sure there was no one, and began to search among a pile of old things. A gust of wind blew by, the book made a rustling sound, and his mother's portrait moved, making Fletcher Yang tremble a little. A revolutionary must not be afraid. He clenched his fists, encouraged himself, and continued to search. Not long after, he noticed a camphor wood box and opened it without any effort. In the box, there are military uniforms, ribbons, top hats and various medals and medals that Marshall Yang used to wear in the army. Fletcher Yang was not interested in any of this. He put his hands under his father's military uniform and continued to search. Suddenly, he touched something hard and smiled with satisfaction.

The moonlight shines through the window into the attic, shining on his father's box and also on his mother's portrait. The mother is very dignified. She looks at Fletcher Yang peacefully. Her son carefully takes out a red silk cloth and wraps it. revolver.

After unfolding the cloth, Fletcher Yang opened the chamber of the gun. There was no bullet inside and it was an empty gun. He rummaged in the box again and sighed in disappointment.

Another gust of wind blew.

Li Qing walked out of the room and seemed to feel a noise in the attic, as the lights were still on. Who could be up there at this late hour? Just as he was about to go to the attic to find out what was going on, he saw Li Ren walking down from the attic while dusting himself off. Li Qing was surprised and hurriedly moved behind the pillars.

Fletcher Yang walked down, looked back at the attic, looked around again, and walked towards his room. After watching Li Ren leave, Li Qing curiously climbed up to the attic and opened the door carefully. He searched with his eyes alertly, as if he was scanning the attic along Fletcher Yang's line of sight just now. Finally, his eyes were fixed on the camphor wood box that Fletcher Yang had dragged out.

Li Qing walked over and opened the box. His eyes lit up, and a revolver wrapped in red silk jumped into his sight. Li Qing picked up the pistol, pointed it at the moonlight, played with it carefully, and then thought of Li Ren again.

Why did Fletcher Yang look for this pistol? Li Qing wrapped the pistol in red silk, closed the camphor box, and left.

Calm returned to the attic.

Fletcher Yang returned to the room, took off his gown and gown, folded them neatly, and was about to go to bed. The door opened, and Ellis Yang  came in holding the quilt. Fletcher Yang immediately frowned: "What are you doing here?"

"My place has become Ivy's boudoir. Can you please move these books away?"

"Isn't the guest room empty?"

"My aunt is occupying the guest room!"

"Stop being hypocritical, just let her move directly into her father's house, and pretend that others don't know!"

Li Qing actually wanted to tell Li Ren that he shouldn't pretend that others didn't know about some of the things he had done. For example, the scene that happened in the attic just now. After all, he was not Li Ren, so his words were not so damaging. Since he was talking about Aunt Mei, Instead of bringing the topic to Fletcher Yang, Ellis Yang  responded to his brother's words and said, "I can't say that. You go talk to our father. Besides, this is my bed."

With that said, Li Qing swept the books on the bed to the floor, spread the quilt directly, and lay down on it, turning a blind eye to Fletcher Yang's cold eyebrows.

Fletcher Yang was angry and annoyed, pointing to the books on the ground: "These are all classics!"

Li Qing smiled: "I also want to sleep directly on top. That would make you even more reluctant and blaspheme these revolutionary classics, right?" He took a book and opened it in his hand, "Look at the title of the book." , How difficult, "Critique of the Gotha Program"!

Fletcher Yang snatched it from his hand and said contemptuously: "You are not worthy of reading this kind of book!"

When his elder brother said such contemptuous words to his younger brother, Li Qing clearly felt smoke rising from his throat. He was afraid that the anger in his heart was burning, but he still forcibly suppressed his anger and said: "Don't bother, please let me see, I may not Look!" As he said this, he pulled up the quilt and pointed his spine towards Fletcher Yang. Thinking about it, Fletcher Yang said, "Brother, let's just be patient with each other for a few days and treat this place as a pigsty!" "After saying that, Li Qing reached into the quilt, pulled off the socks on his feet, and threw them out. The socks gave off a suffocating foot odor.

After a while, Li Qing's snoring came from the house...

Griffin Zhou had been waiting in the teahouse for a long time. Fletcher Yang came in and just sat down. Griffin Zhou couldn't wait to ask: "Did you find the gun?"

Fletcher Yang nodded.

"Is it the type of gun you mentioned before?"

"I remember correctly, it's like that. My father taught me how to play it when I was a child. I searched again, but still couldn't find the bullet." Fletcher Yang felt a little regretful.

Griffin Zhou patted Fletcher Yang on the shoulder: "That is an American-made revolver, caliber .38. There is no such bullet here in Hunan. Fortunately, I got it from Guangzhou through the Ge Laohui!" As he said that, he took it out of his arms. He took out a handful, grabbed it, and handed it directly to Fletcher Yang's hand.

Fletcher Yang looked at Griffin Zhou with admiration and slowly stretched out his palm. There were six bright yellow pistol bullets lying on his palm.

Griffin Zhou continued: "It was God's will. At that time, the first-level director of the Nanjing Central Military Advisory Office was issued this type of gun, so God is destined to choose you to do this."