In a messy urban village in the outskirts of the urban-rural junction, thick white smoke rose from the skewers stalls, and the taste of chili powder made the passers-by cough. The roadside stalls were full of people eating supper, yelling five and six fists, blowing out the awesome stories of the people in the market. From time to time, someone who drank a few cups of cat urine went into a dark alley, and the girl in the alley dressed in cool heavy make-up greeted him in the door with a smile, and then closed the rolling gate.

A crow flies over people's heads like a bat in the dark, and anyone who sees it will spit, call out "bad luck", and drink two more sips of beer to be shocked.

The crow lingered for a long time in the smell of roast lamb, and finally flew into a remote and secluded corner with a long croak, stopping at the head of a laurel branch outside the window of a rental house.

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

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

Jiang Deguan glanced out the window. The night was dark and the light from the low street lamps in the distance shone through. The jagged shadow of the osmanthus tree was swaying in front of the window, and the leaves were smashed by the wind, like a group of ghosts mocking.

There is not even a bird's shadow on the tree.

But he clearly heard the crow crow. Isn't it the crow following? He guessed suspiciously.

Just now, in the spacious patio of the old power plant, he had arranged everything in order, but a crow popped up from nowhere and croaked at them, and his people suddenly became lunatics. , Even his own mind was confused, not knowing what happened.

Of course he didn't believe in the power of the crow, he just felt that he was unlucky today.

Tuk tuk, someone was knocking on the old wooden door of the room.

"Come in." Jiang Deguan said.

The subordinates walked in and cried out for Master Jiang, a little hesitant to speak.

"Just say anything." Jiang Deguan said weakly.

The subordinates said: "Our people...were taken over by Huang Ziqiang."

"Huang Ziqiang?" Jiang Deguan shook his head, "Impossible, he is not so capable."

"The news from Huang Ziqiang's people. He was only helping to let the wind go and clean the battlefield today. What really helped is..."

"who is it?"

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

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

He even said more than a dozen impossible, then raised his head and asked his subordinates: "I checked it out, can I be sure?"

The man nodded: "OK."

Jiang Deguan sat down on the sofa. No wonder that such a perfect layout today was easily broken. With the help of the Xia family and the North American Hong family, his hope of revenge is almost non-existent. And after this battle, his Jiang Deguan was no longer able to gain a foothold in Sanwu and Shenzhou areas, and even going to the United States became unrealistic.

Jiang Deguan waved his hand weakly: "You all go, there is still some cash in the basement, which I will use to share with the brothers."

The subordinate opened his mouth and wanted to say something, and finally only said one sentence: "Then take care." Then he went out.

Jiang Deguan heard the sound of the door closing, and felt the air gradually condense in the room. The whole room was like a coffin prepared for him, and everything became lifeless.

There was another crow cry outside the window.

Jiang Deguan slowly closed his eyes, everything around him became dark and gradually brightened again.

A clear stream is curved, along the bank are rows of brick and tiled bungalows, and a high arched stone bridge connects people on both sides of the bank. The stone steps behind the house went straight to the bottom of the river, and the moss crawled sparsely on the stone steps. Occasionally, when boats passed by, the water waves rushed to both sides of the bank, slapped against the embankment, making a rustling sound.

The woman squatted on the stone steps and pounded her clothes, slapped the clothes spread on the stone with a wooden stick. A child leaped into the water from Kutong on the shore, and the splashing water wetted the woman's clothes, causing the woman to scold.

The children in the water laughed and joked, and rushed to the shore after playing for a while and shouted: "Brother-come down and play!"

A small table was set at the back door on the shore. An older child was working at his desk. Hearing the child's voice, he laughed in the river and said, "No more, I want to review my homework."

The child slammed down, then floated up for a while, picked up a clam in his hand, threw it towards the shore, slammed it on the small table, and wet the book.

The big boy stood up angrily, looked at the woman bending down on the stone steps and looking at the children in the river with a smile, then sat down with a sigh, wiped the wet book and continued to write.

The child in the water laughed loudly.

Suddenly, the river swelled up suddenly, and the waves rolled, like a white snake hiding an angry, rolling toward the shore fiercely.

Many people came out of the houses on the shore, shouting: "The flood is coming, run for your life!" People rushed to tell each other, and fled in all directions.

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 of several feet high came over the sky, like a galloping horse, making a rumbling sound, even the earth trembled. Endless.

The big boy pushed the small table and the book crashed to the floor. He ignored the books and rushed down the stone steps to pull the woman: "Mom, run!"

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

The older boy jumped into the water and went to find his brother. After searching for a long time, he finally pulled his brother ashore, but the woman was gone.

The flood faded away, and the eyes were devastated. Except for the old stone arch bridge, they sat there intact, like an old man who had seen the vicissitudes of life, and the whole village had been razed to the ground.

The brothers cried among the ruined tiles, looking for traces of their homes. Finally, they found the dying woman.

"Take care of your brother." This was the last word left by the woman.

"Mom!" The big boy burst into tears. This was the last time he called the woman "Mom".

He pulled his younger brother ~lightnovelpub.net~ on the muddy road, begging in every village, and rolled his eyes. They walked from the countryside into the city. Among the tall buildings, the younger brother asked his elder brother in fear: "Are we going to die?"

My brother looked up at the building towering into the sky and said, "No, we will not die. I will let you eat the best meal here and stand on the top of the tallest building to see the scenery."

Many years later, his brother fulfilled his promise. He took his brother to eat at the only Michelin three-star restaurant in the city, and watched the night view of the city from the top of the eighty-eight-story building.

"Take care of your brother."

My elder brother always thinks of his mother's words before his death.

However, he saw the charred corpse, and the air was filled with the smell of skewered meat.

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

There was a cry of crow from nowhere.

Jiang Deguan burst into tears, covering his face and crying.