"It's really difficult." Zhao Yi was quite brisk while carrying the fuel tank with one hand, but after all the hard work, he couldn't help but sigh, "But in this way, we can always leave. Right, Lao Zheng?"
Zheng Chunsheng subconsciously turned his head and looked at the wound on his shoulder. There was no blood seeping out now, so he nodded solemnly.
"Be happy," Zhao Yi said happily, and quickly looked at Wen Yiting, "Xiao Wen, I think you and I are quite similar..."
Sensing such a heavyweight element, Wen Yiting, who was originally nonchalant, immediately turned his head.
"As reliable as I was when I was young, not bad!" Zhao Yi also praised himself, "It means we are not that familiar, otherwise I would have to work hard to recognize you as my nephew. After all, it is a fateful friendship. Now, I’ll have a long face in the future!”
Even if he was familiar with it, he still said it as if it was true.
Wen Yiting felt extremely numb, and the corners of his mouth twitched, "Thank you very much, Uncle Zhao, for the compliment."
He turned to look at Li Fengnian with his child, and saw the quiet Li Jiaojiao walking on the beach. Suddenly he noticed that Li Fengnian was standing upright, staring at his daughter intently.
Wen Yiting's eyes gradually shifted to Li Fengnian's legs. It seemed that from just now, the lawyer had moved freely and helped a lot.
"Lawyer Li, are your injuries completely healed?" Wen Yiting couldn't help but ask. He still remembered that Li Fengnian's leg was injured and he couldn't move.
Li Fengnian nodded with a casual expression, "Of course! I recovered quickly and I'm not that fragile yet. Thank you for your concern."
Everything was ready, and they were about to board the yacht. Several adult men first settled Wang Chuyue, and then began to deal with the two strange imprisoned people who had lived on the island for a long time. They placed a man and a woman in the most comfortable seats one by one.
Only the injured Zheng Chunsheng, who will be driving the ship, is waiting aside. Zheng Chunsheng had been waiting aside, and during the transportation process, Liang An also noticed that his expression changed for a moment.
As expected, before finally boarding the ship, Zheng Chunsheng walked over and found Liang An directly.
"I heard that Fu Yujing's voice... very similar to my son." He pinched the corner of his clothes subconsciously. Even if he wanted to calm down, the veins on his forehead showed that he was far from calm as he appeared, "Liang Officer, does this mean that my son is indeed... gone?"
He had already come to a conclusion in his heart, so Liang An just looked at him and waved him to get on the boat.
All the people came to the boat.
The sea and sky are the same color in the early morning.
The last moonlight shines on the sea, and ripples are gently swaying along with the hull. A touch of warm yellow gradually appeared in the sky, and the orange-red clouds spread quietly, like a flowing ink painting.
Seagulls flew over the bow of the ship. As the sky gradually brightened, the color of the sea gradually changed, from dark blue to light blue.
Then, Liang An looked at Jiang Qiu.
Recalling the dark barn and the operations that Jiang Qiu had completed in an orderly manner, a sentence blurted out of Liang An's mouth almost accompanied by impulsive words.
"Maybe you should be a doctor after all."
There is no doubt about his ability. Whether it is knowledge reserve or operational accuracy, Jiang Qiu has an upper limit of ability that is different from ordinary people.
Jiang Qiu nodded, "They all said so."
Liang An coughed dryly:
"Jiang Qiu, what did you mean by what you said before?"
There was no one around, and there were no injured people who could accidentally hear this sentence. Liang An finally had the opportunity to ask this sentence.
kill.
Kill Jiang Zhuo.
Jiang Qiu turned to look at him, which almost gave Liang An a creepy feeling, as if this lonely doctor had been disguising himself from the beginning.
Liang An couldn't deny that maybe because of the remaining shadows in his heart, he could sometimes even see the shadow of Jiang Zhuo filled with invisible oppression in Jiang Qiu, who was now considered harmless.
Even though they have been together for many years, he knows better than anyone that Jiang Qiu and Jiang Zhuo have almost nothing in common except for their appearance, blood relationship and talent.
Just looking at Jiang Qiu's eyes again, I can only find that they are as calm as ever, so silent that it doesn't seem like a human soul is living in them.
But the next moment Jiang Qiu showed his "more like a living person" side. He looked at Liang An deeply, not knowing what he was thinking.
"I thought I told you that."
He even saw that Liang An was surprised, and the truth of these words made Liang An stunned.
"It's just a slightly different statement." Jiang Qiu also added, "Liang An, I don't think you have such a bad memory. I thought you just didn't agree - it was the third day after graduation."
As soon as the exact time came out, Liang An, who claimed to have a "bad memory", immediately recalled the past, and he quickly found some possible traces from the corners of his memory.
It was the evening after a class reunion dinner. Next to the bus stop, the slow wind blew away the fallen leaves on the roadside, adding a rustling sound to the noise on the driveway.
Jiang Qiu was standing in front of the platform. He was holding some gifts left over from the party, his eyes were calm and his face was as peaceful as before, and then he opened his mouth slightly.
"The target is my father, I think..."
The engine of the A08 bus behind him was buzzing. The excessive noise made Jiang Qiu, who was used to speaking so softly, not make much movement, and the sound was easily covered up.
But it wasn't like he couldn't hear it completely. Liang An remembered that he had too many entangled things in his mind at that time, so he missed the second half of the sentence.
But now, the facts can become clear.
After many years, Jiang Qiu looked at him again, "The target is my father. I think you can help me kill him. This is what I said at the time. Your reaction was very normal. Tell me to work harder in the future."
... Liang An then concluded that these were indeed words he could say after taking them out of context.
Jiang Qiu has an accurate memory, but unfortunately he does not have the ability to judge other people's abnormal reactions.
"I think you might be able to understand my mistake." Liang An rubbed his temples helplessly, "After all, it was a special situation at that time."
Because his mother died that autumn day, just after he filled out his application for the college entrance examination that shocked everyone, all his classmates knew this.
Even for a few years, former classmates felt that this was a thorn in Liang An's son's side and did not dare to mention it in front of him. Only Liang An...and maybe one or two others knew that this was not the case.
Jiang Qiu nodded, "Maybe so."
This person's vague affirmation often means denial in disguise - in a theoretical sense, he still can't understand it. This may also be an established rule.
"So, what's your answer now?"
