Chapter 205

In a messy village in the suburbs, the booth selling kebabs emits thick white smoke and the smell of chili powder, which makes passers-by cough. The roadside stalls were full of people who ate late at night, shouting and punching, blowing the bull stories of the people in the market. From time to time, people who drank a few cups of cat urine got into the dark alley. In the alley, the girl wearing cool heavy makeup smiled and welcomed him into the door, and then pulled up the rolling gate.

A crow flies over people's heads like a bat in the night. When he sees it, he will spit, shout "bad luck", and drink two mouthfuls of beer to calm down.

The crow lingered in the smell of roast mutton for a long time, and finally flew into a remote corner with a long croak and stopped on the laurel branch outside the window of a rental house.

Jiang Deguan sat in the shabby sofa with his eyes closed, and the cigarette on his finger was about to burn to his fingernail. At this time, there was a strange crow cry outside the window, which made him tremble and threw his cigarette on the ground.

Seeing that the ground was full of advertising paper and plastic bags, he had to pick up the burning cigarette butts and put them out in the ashtray.

Jiang Deguan looked out of the window. It was dark at night. The light of the low street lamp in the distance shone. The uneven shadow of the osmanthus tree swayed in front of the window. The leaves were splashed by the wind, like the ridicule of ghosts.

There is not even a bird in the tree.

But he clearly heard crows. Isn't that the crow coming with you? He guessed suspiciously.

Just now, in the spacious courtyard of the old power plant, he had arranged everything properly, but a crow came out of nowhere and croaked at them. His people suddenly became crazy. Even his own brain was confused. He didn't know what had happened.

Of course, he didn't believe in the power of crows. He just felt unlucky today.

There was a knock on the old wooden door of the room.

"Come in," said Jiang Deguan.

His men came in and called for Lord Jiang. They wanted to talk and stopped.

"Just say what you have," said Jiang Deguan weakly.

His men said, "our people... Were taken over by Huang Ziqiang."

"Huang Ziqiang?" Jiang Deguan shook his head. "It's impossible. He doesn't have such a big skill."

"According to the news from Huang Ziqiang's people, he only helped to blow the breeze and clean the battlefield today. What really helped is..."

"Who is it?"

"It's Li Wei of the Xia family and a young Chinese man named Kui wolf from Canada."

"Who?" Jiang Deguan felt incredible, "impossible, impossible..."

He said it was impossible for more than a dozen times, then looked up and asked his men, "have you found out, can you be sure?"

His men nodded, "sure."

Jiang Deguan slumped down on the sofa. No wonder today's perfect layout was easily broken. With the help of Xia family and Hong family in North America, his hope of revenge has almost disappeared. Moreover, after this battle, he was unable to gain a foothold in the three Wu and Shenzhou areas, and even going to the United States became unrealistic.

Jiang De Guan waved weakly: "you all go. There's some cash in the basement. Take it to your brothers."

The man opened his mouth and wanted to say something. At last, he only said, "take care." then he went out.

Jiang Deguan heard the sound of the door closing and felt the air condensing in the room. The whole room was like a coffin prepared for himself. Everything became lifeless.

There was another crow cry outside the window.

Jiang Deguan slowly closed his eyes. Everything around him was dark and gradually lit up.

A clear river is winding. Along the bank are rows of brick and tile bungalows, and a high arched stone bridge connects people on both sides. The stone steps behind the house go straight to the bottom of the river. Moss is creeping on the stone steps. Occasionally, ships pass by, and the water waves come to both banks one by one, beating the embankment and making a loud noise.

The woman squatted on the stone steps and pounded the clothes on the stone surface with a wooden stick. A child jumped into the water from Kutong on the bank. The splashed water wet the woman's clothes and provoked her to scold.

The child in the water laughed and played for a while, then shouted to the shore, "brother - come down and play!"

There was a small table at the back door on the bank. A big child was working at his desk. When he heard the child's voice, he smiled into the river and said, "don't play, I want to review my lessons."

The child plunged down and floated up. He picked up a clam in his hand and threw it ashore. It was hitting the small table and wetting the book.

The big boy stood up angrily, looked at the woman bending over on the stone steps and pounding clothes, was smiling at the children in the river, sighed, sat down, wiped the wet books and continued to write.

The child in the water laughed.

Suddenly, the river rose sharply, and the water waves rolled like a white snake hiding in anger, rolling fiercely towards the shore.

Many people came out of the house on the shore and shouted, "the flood is coming, run for your life!" people ran around telling each other and fled in disorder.

The upper reaches of the river were gray and could not distinguish the sky from the earth. Suddenly, a yellowish brown tide appeared. The tide several feet high surged over, like ten thousand horses galloping and rumbling, and even the earth trembled.

The big boy pushed the small table and the books fell to the ground. But ignoring the books, he rushed down the stone steps to pull the woman: "Mom, run!"

The woman cried and pointed to the undulating shadow in the middle of the river: "your brother... Go and save your brother!"

The big boy jumped into the water to find his brother. After searching for a long time, he finally pulled his brother ashore, but the woman disappeared.

The flood faded and was devastated. In addition to the ancient stone arch bridge, it sat there intact, as if it were an old man who had seen the vicissitudes of life. The whole village had been razed to the ground.

The brothers were crying among the ruins looking for traces of home. Finally, they found the dying woman.

"Take care of your brother." this is the last sentence left by the woman.

"Mom!" the big boy cried. This was the last time he called the woman "Mom".

He dragged his brother along the muddy road, begging in every village and suffering from white eyes. They entered the city from the countryside. Among the tall buildings, their brother asked his brother in fear, "will we die?"

My brother looked up at the towering building and said, "no, we won't die. I'll let you eat the best food here and stand on the top of the highest building to see the scenery."

Years later, my brother fulfilled his promise. He took his brother to eat in the only Michelin 3-star restaurant in the city and looked at the city's night view on the top of the eighty-eight storey building.

"Take care of your brother."

My brother always thinks of his mother's last words.

However, he saw the charred body, and there was a smell of charred kebabs in the air.

He heard the woman scold, "Why are you so useless? You can't even take good care of your brother!"

A crow's cry came from somewhere.

Jiang Deguan burst into tears, covered his face and began to cry.