Chapter 260 So That's How It Is
February 18th, New Year’s Eve.
He Shu, who had stayed in the room for several days and hardly went out except to eat, was pulled out by his aunt.
She crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it into the trash can: "If you can't figure it out, don't bother trying. Why are you so stubborn, you silly boy?"
He Shu had the urge to pick it up, but when he saw his aunt's concerned look, he stopped himself.
Seeing that he was finally willing to leave the room and no longer locked herself in the room, my aunt happily took out all the new clothes she had bought for He Shu to change into.
I took a good shower and changed into new clothes.
He Shu looked at himself in the mirror and discovered that he hadn’t had much rest in the past few days and had grown a very long beard.
Perhaps because he did not have adequate nutrition in the past, He Shu has always developed later than his peers in all aspects.
Feng Haoxiang and others in the dormitory said that they started growing beards when they were sixteen or seventeen years old, while He Shu's previous beards were at most some small black hairs.
He Shu touched his mustache and thought that this image was a bit funny.
When I came out of the room, my uncle was not at home. He had been missing since I brought them back from the hospital.
My aunt was eating oranges and watching TV with my grandfather in the living room with her arm hanging.
My aunt and the new nanny who came to help were making dumplings.
"Aunt, I want to borrow my uncle's razor."
Arriving at the kitchen door, He Shu spoke somewhat embarrassedly.
Upon hearing this, my aunt took a closer look at He Shu's mustache, couldn't help laughing, washed her hands and came out.
"Auntie will find you a new one. We don't need your uncle's old one, it's dirty."
Qi Xue sat on the sofa and looked up at He Shu: "How many hairs do you have? There's no need to shave them. Come here and let me see. I can help you pull them out."
He Shu: “…”
Grandpa was watching TV without even blinking his eyes, he just grabbed the cane at hand, Qi Xue immediately shut up when she saw this and continued to peel the orange with one hand.
He Shu found it funny and followed his aunt upstairs.
My uncle usually uses the simplest small knife holder, so my aunt got He Shu a new knife holder and replaced the blade with a new one.
"Your uncle is not used to the electric one, and we don't have one at home. I'll buy you an electric one after the Chinese New Year."
"No need, auntie. I can buy it myself."
My aunt smiled and said, "That's fine. You can use this for the next few days. Be careful, the blade is very sharp."
After saying that, my aunt went downstairs to help make dumplings. He Shu took the razor and went back to his room.
I remember seeing Feng Haoxiang and others use some soapy water to moisten their beards when shaving.
He also put some on his chin, and then shaved it slowly in front of the mirror. Suddenly he felt like he was really an adult.
This feeling made He Shu a little dazed. Why did he feel that time was passing so quickly when he looked at himself? Had he grown up without realizing it?
The blade was indeed very sharp, and when it cut through those few strands of whiskers, it made a crackling sound like cutting wheat.
I didn't feel anything when I was shaving, but when I washed it with water after shaving, I felt a burning pain on my chin and lips.
He looked in the mirror and saw two or three tiny cuts with some blood seeping out...
He Shu didn’t care much about his poor shaving technique as it was his first time. He just found some paper and pressed it for a while.
At this time, the QQ on his computer rang. He went into the bedroom and took a look. It was Xia Miao, who sent him a video call.
He Shu clicked on the link, and his and Xia Miao's faces appeared next to the dialog box almost at the same time.
"What are you doing?"
Xia Miao waved at He Shu with a smile.
"I just changed into new clothes and will be having dinner soon."
"Me too. Do you think my new clothes look good?" Xia Miao stood up, took a few steps back, and turned around twice towards the camera.
He Shu came closer and enlarged the video of Xia Miao. She was dressed in red, like a New Year picture doll.
"nice."
Xia Miao was satisfied and sat back in front of the computer: "My mother bought me red clothes every Chinese New Year. I liked them very much when I was a child. Now that I'm so old, I still like them so much, which is a bit..."
"Hey? He Shu, what's wrong with your mouth?" Xia Miao suddenly came to the screen.
"Hmm?" He Shu looked at his own image and found that the small cut was bleeding again.
He smiled and tore off a piece of paper to press it on: "I accidentally cut it while shaving just now, no..."
As they were talking, He Shu froze there. Xia Miao thought the network was stuck, so she waited for a while, but He Shu still didn't move.
"He Shu? Is it stuck? What's wrong?"
He Shu stared at his own video image, his hand still on the small cut to the left of his lip, when suddenly an idea flashed through his mind.
Coming back to his senses, He Shu hurriedly said, "Xia Miao, I suddenly remembered something important. I'll send you a message later."
After saying that, He Shu turned off the video and hurriedly went to the trash can to look for the paper.
After turning it out, He Shu carefully smoothed the paper, then rushed into the bathroom and unfolded it facing the mirror.
"So that's how it is... So that's how it is..." He Shu couldn't help but pull the corner of his mouth open, he finally understood what was meant by the paper.
The past few days have been like a maze, and I just feel like I haven't learned Lisu well, or maybe this is not Lisu at all.
I searched all over the world for similar words, but I never thought of this.
It’s actually that simple, just look at it the other way around.
He Shu felt that he was really stupid sometimes.
The information on the paper was very simple, with only an address written on it: a Lisu village in the Nanzhan ethnic minority autonomous region called Mucheng Village.
Ma Dao asked He Shu to go there and bring his ashes back there. Was it because he was from Mucheng Village? Did he want to return to his roots?
With this question in mind, He Shu prepared to call Zhou Zhensheng to tell him about this matter.
But Zhou Zhensheng's cell phone could not be reached as it was turned off.
…
Zhou Zhensheng didn't turn off his phone just because today was New Year's Eve and he had to go home for a family reunion.
As usual, he could only send an apology message to his wife and son.
This year, he can't go home again.
At this time, Zhou Zhensheng was sitting on the plane, and Qi Zhijun was beside him.
"I pulled you out during the New Year's Day, so please don't feel resentful," Zhou Zhensheng said with a low laugh.
Qi Zhijun was still very serious: "Xiaoxue almost lost her life this time, I will take it as revenge for my sister."
" Hehe , just say this to me. When you meet the investigation team later, don't say anything nonsense."
Qi Zhijun snorted coldly, but did not oppose Zhou Zhensheng.
This is a small military passenger plane that can carry thirty people at a time.
In addition to Zhou Zhensheng and Qi Zhijun, there are also 25 fully armed special forces soldiers, all of whom are elite troops brought by Qi Zhijun.
Zhou Zhensheng was not followed by anyone because almost all of his strength was transferred to Nanzhan.
All the clues that had been gathered over the past decade had finally been pieced together.
The reason why this action was chosen on New Year’s Eve was because Zhou Zhensheng knew that he could not wait any longer.
On this day when families are reunited, these two old friends, both over fifty years old, are going to join forces to capture a big tiger.
Not only do we have to catch them, but we also have to do it quickly, accurately, ruthlessly, and keep it secret.
Because this tiger, like the golden-winged Peng bird in Journey to the West, has a terrifyingly dark background.
Zhou Zhensheng was afraid that if he was too slow to reach out, the other party would not be able to die.
