At this time, a burst of rapid footsteps came from the stairs. The two staff members of the National Security Bureau ran downstairs panting and surrounded Kurosawa nervously, looking back and forth between them.

"Hi-Mr. Kurosawa, are you all right?"

Judging from their expressions, they probably thought Ye Zhen would suddenly exert his might and tear Kurosawa into pieces of minced meat.

Kurosawa shook his head and signaled the two of them to rest assured, then turned to Ye Zhen and said, "If you agree, I will let the people from the Shandi family go back to Japan first. In a month, we will meet in the underground tavern where you killed Togo Kyoo in seconds."

The snowflakes on Ye Zhen's eyelashes turned into water, and their eyelashes looked wet and their hair ends were wet.

He was wearing only one shirt, his face was carved from ice and snow, with a childlike childish childishness.

Kurosawa took off his coat and wanted to put it on him, but before he could touch him, the boy suddenly woke up, opened Kurosawa's hand with a bang, and then turned around and ran up.

Kurosawa stood up straight, looking at the direction he left, his eyes blankly.

After a while, a window upstairs was pushed open, and Ye Zhen half of his body poked out the window, holding a cloud of gray things in his hand, and shouted: "Hey! This is yours!"

Before Kurosawa could see what it was, he threw the thing downstairs. The wool scarf was spread out in the air. It was when Kurosawa drove Ye Zhen back to the city that night and surrounded him with his own hands.

Kurosawa reached out to grab the scarf in his hand, as if he was still vaguely carrying the boy's body temperature. He remembered the teenager who saw Ye Zhen in front of Wan Zhong's tomb that day, a teenage child lying under the tombstone, curled up in a ball, as if a pitiful young beast who had just been born and lost his tribe could be swallowed up by the wind and rain at any time, so he could only tremble with his soft claws to call for help from passers-by. If he had known Ye Zhen's identity that day, would there be another difference between the two of them develop?

Kurosawa grabbed the scarf and became a little dazed for a moment. It was not until he raised his head upstairs that he saw Ye Zhen closing the window lightly.

He looked up and stood there, waiting for a long time, but never saw Ye Zhen going downstairs again.

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☆, Kidnapping incident

That night, Ye Zhen was sleeping in a daze and vaguely heard the conversation of Xuanlin Dragon Ji Wei from the living room.

Xuan Lin said carelessly: "Let him go. Children should focus on free range and regulated education as the supplement. I thought that when I first became an adult, I had a cave, and there were great rivers and rivers all over the world...hehe..."

Long Jiwei asked coldly: "Does Ye Shisan Primary School need 1,800 years to become an adult?"

Ye Zhen immediately woke up, wearing cow pajamas, walked to the door lightly, and heard the living room quiet for a while, Xuan Lin said: "Our son is so smooth, there should be someone who kills him."

Ryuki's tone was very light but very sure, saying, "Kurosawakawa will kill him."

"I don't know, my kid, I said I wanted a fair game. Let our son suffer a little, and when he comes back, he will know that he will go to school and study hard. What kind of mountain family is who..."

"Who is the child's fuck?" Long Jiwei was helpless and said again: "You don't understand. Ye Shisan is different from most people. He has too many people on his back and can't afford to lose at once. Once he falls down, he can't stand up..."

"Why do you want him to stand up? Children should do whatever they should do. Could he follow Japanese people all day long and stab the hidden knife secretly, and maybe one day they will be arrested and fed the gun?"

Long Jiwei remained silent, and Xuan Lin said again: "No one can afford to lose. Baby, even I can afford to lose. Only those who have been beaten into the dust can truly see the direction of the road."

Behind the dark door, Ye Zhen was tightly attached to the door, and the taste was complicated for a moment, and he couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

They argued a few more times. Long Jiwei has a cold and stubborn temper, while Xuan Lin avoids the important and is very smooth. Finally, Long Jiwei made a decision and said, "I will call Chu Ci tomorrow and ask him to take Ye Shisan to Beijing to school. If it really doesn't work, let Han Yue throw himself into the military camp to take care of him. No matter what Ye Shisan wants to do, wait until he is 18 years old and his mind is clear."

"I don't appreciate it like you. Children have to teach you a lesson before they know what..." Xuan Lin muttered for a while, and swung sweetly: "Baby! Let's start nightlife!"

Ye Shisan, who eavesdrops behind the door: "..."

Ye Shisan struggled for a while, but finally couldn't stand the full sleepiness and went back to sleep listlessly while yawning.

The next day, Long Jiwei called Chu Ci, who was a chemical engineer in Beijing who said that "had a good grade when studying", asked him to come to Beijing with a big connection.

Ye Zhen has never met Uncle Chu, who often talks with Long Jiwei on phone calls. He has a good temper. In addition to being a little nagging and a little sarcastic, he generally responds to people's requests.

Chu Ci really agreed very readily and agreed on the spot that she would arrive in Dalian in a week, stay at Long Jiwei's house for three days, and take Ye Zhen north after three days.

Xuan Lin leaned over the microphone and was squeezing: "Chu Ci! Engineer Chu! Can you please bring Han Yue with a handmade kilogram of sausage? My brother eats the food stall and the birds fade out of his mouth..."

The other side of the phone was silent and asked: "It has nothing to do with me if you are willing to grow the bird there, but is Long Jiwei happy?...Okay, I'll make a list of what you want, I'll try to convince Han Yue..."

Ye Zhen was a little disappointed. During breakfast, he held the porridge bowl depressedly, followed Long Jiwei and asked for a while, "Mom, can I hug you?"

"Who is your mother?" Long Jiwei walked past and stuffed him a boiled egg with white water: "Pick it up and dip it into some sauce and eat it immediately. The thick clothes are already hung at the door for you... Xuanlin! Don't strip me! Today you send Ye Shisan Primary School to school, and I have a conference call to start!"

Xuan Lin lazily retracted his claws and winked at Ye Zhen: "Be good, son, don't mess with your mother, he was tired last night..."

With a loud bang, Long Jiwei threw out a large dictionary from the study, which accurately staggered Xuan Lin.

After breakfast, Xuan Lin sent Ye Zhen to school. Judging from the rear mirror of the car, there were two cars behind them, not far or near.

"Uncle," said Ye Zhen, "we were followed."

Xuan Lin casually held the steering wheel: "Oh, this is so normal, don't worry, that's Jiujiu's car."

"...Director Jiu is not Long Jiwei's, right, is it a territory? I remember you all call him Director Long Jiu..."

"yes."

Ye Zhen pointed at the car with his back finger: "Then why follow us?"

Xuan Lin drove for a while and then said for a while: "Nine Divisions are too big, and someone must be disconnected from Long Jiwei. Besides, when we leave Beijing this time, the upper party immediately built a force that can compete with Long Jiwei. After all, they don't want Nine Divisions to be completely controlled by Long Jiwei... Well, you don't understand these political struggles, and it's useless to say it."
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