Chapter 235, Qing Zhen’s Comic Performance
Qing Clan, 111 Barrier.
The moment zero hour passed at night, the bronze bell in the center of the ledge was struck by the staff of the Qing Clan.
The peaceful sound of the bell representing the New Year was spreading out, followed by many people who had the money to buy firecrackers lighting the firecrackers in front of their houses, and small children were excitedly watching on the streets, wearing new clothes and holding a small firecracker removed from the top of the firecracker in their hands, happy as could be.
Qing Zhen stood in the courtyard of the villa, his hair had grown much longer, because he and Luo Lan, who were under house arrest here, couldn’t even hire a barber.
Suddenly, a crow flew from the night sky, it traveled through the sound of the firecrackers without being affected at all.
Qing Zhen raised his hand, the crow then landed on Qing Zhen’s arm very obediently, Qing Zhen picked up a very small piece of bread and laughed, “Don’t mind it, we have very little food as well, Luo Lan has been starving and losing weight for a while now.”
The crow lowered its head and pecked the bread into its mouth, while Qing Zhen was smiling as he helped it smooth its feathers.
The black crow had always been an ominous symbol in people’s eyes, as it liked to fly wherever there were dead people.
However, Qing Zhen did not avoid this crow at all, but instead seemed to love it from the bottom of his heart.
His eyes shifted to the crow’s leg, where a small bamboo tube was tied, Qing Zhen took off the bamboo tube and took out the note inside, the more he looked at it, the more he smiled.
“Okay, the letter has been delivered, go back and let your master feed you some good food, this New Year’s Eve also won’t let you rest,” Qing Zhen said and shook his arm, the large crow immediately spread its wings and flew into the night.
When Qing Zhen walked into the villa, Luo Lan was spread out on the sofa, “You say these old men of the Qing Clan are too much, they don’t give a full meal on New Year’s Day, they don’t allow a haircut, and often cut off the water and electricity, but we are the merit of the Qing Clan, and now they are treating us like this?”
Qing Zhen laughed, “You can eat my piece of bread, who made both of us town’s barriers are gone?”
“Is that our fault,” Luo Lan was not happy, “Who would have thought that there would be a sudden earthquake, and it’s New Year’s Eve, how can you go hungry at a time like New Year’s Eve!”
“Don’t worry,” Qing Zhen laughed, “These days are almost over.”
At this moment the doorbell outside rang, Luo Lan rolled up from the sofa on her butt, “Is it bringing us food?”
“That uncle of yours isn’t that kind, he dug his heels in and hugged the Qing Clan’s thighs, how could he risk being ostracized together to help us?” Qing Zhen said calmly, “Now is a good time to draw a line in the sand with us.”
Consortium infighting had always been dirty and despicable.
The Qing Clan Consortium had not only imprisoned Qing Zhen and Luo Lan in this solitary villa, but had also sent Luo Lan’s uncle to specifically watch over the two.
It was probably because the bigwigs of the Bureau felt that Qing Zhen and Luo Lan were suspected of betraying the family, so they wanted to let Qing Zhen and Luo Lan feel what it was like to be betrayed by their loved ones.
Luo Lan and Qing Zhen had the same father but not the same mother, and Luo Lan’s uncle, who had once used Luo Lan to gain some status in the Qing Clan, was now sent to watch over Luo Lan.
But instead of remembering old friendships, this uncle has become more aggressive in his care and tries to show the consortium that he is determined to draw a line in the sand by persecuting Qing Zhen and Luo Lan.
Reducing food, cutting off water and electricity, and denying Qing Zhen and Luo Lan’s every request, that’s what this uncle did.
Sometimes people really find it hard to imagine just what a person can do when they are trying to get on the wrong side of the law.
Luo Lan walked over and opened the door while muttering, “I don’t have a good relationship with him either, don’t keep flirting with me with this, your uncle isn’t a good person …… either.”
He opened the door, but saw a middle-aged man standing at the door, holding a plate in his hand looking at Luo Lan with a smile on his face.
And behind this middle-aged man are two rows of soldiers, since the last time Qing Zhen Zhen slipped away, the consortium has added soldiers around the villa, and even on New Year’s Eve, they didn’t let their guard down.
Luo Lan looked at the middle-aged man at the door and said, “Is there something wrong?”
The middle-aged man laughed, “Aren’t you going to call me uncle?”
Luo Lan disdained, “Are you worthy?”
The middle-aged man, however, was not amused, he laughed, “New Year’s Eve, I came to see you guys and brought some food.”
“What food?” Luo Lan asked.
The middle-aged man laughed, “My family had some leftovers from tonight’s meal, I thought you guys must still be hungry, so I hurriedly sent it over to you.”
Luo Lan laughed, “I, Luo Lan, am someone who eats leftovers?”
At this moment, the middle-aged man stilled the plate in his hand on the ground, “Then since you don’t want to eat, I won’t force you.”
Luo Lan’s face darkened as he stared dead at the blood-related middle-aged man across from him.
Qing Zhen suddenly spoke to the middle-aged man, “Hey, you go out and wait for a moment first.”
The middle-aged man froze for a moment, but the one who spoke was Qing Zhen, and the residual power of that Qing Clan’s Quiet Tiger made him a little fearful, the middle-aged man remained silent for half a day or withdrew from the villa.
He stood outside, looking at the fireworks that rose to the sky in the ledge, in a very happy mood.
Qing Zhen smiled at everyone and said, “On this New Year’s festival, because of the two of us all of you can’t go home and reunite with your families, we feel apologetic, so we wanted to offer our condolences to you all.”
Luo Lan: “Yes, condolences.”
Qing Zhen laughed, “Let me introduce myself first, my name is Qing Zhen, and the one next to me is Ms. Luo Lan.”
Luo Lan: “Yes, that’s me.”
Qing Zhen looked at Luo Lan, “Since it’s a condolence, then we definitely need to perform a program.”
Luo Lan: “Then what program shall we perform?”
Qing Zhen looked at the middle-aged man: “Let’s perform a …… head-cutting dead uncle in the first month!”
Luo Lan: “Okay!”
The middle-aged man gasped and laughed: “Are you two children? Still playing such a despicable game?”
“Shhh,” Qing Zhen put his index finger to his mouth, then raised the scissors in his right hand to cut the ends of Luo Lan’s hair.
The middle-aged man said in a cold voice, “Escort them back to me!”
Qing Zhen looked at him and smiled, “Happy New Year.”
A bright firework in the barriers suddenly rose into the sky, the shining light illuminated Qing Zhen’s smile, and underneath this brilliant firework, a sniper bullet burst out from a gun muzzle several hundred meters away, and that middle-aged man actually died a violent death directly on the spot.
The soldiers were silent, and someone trembled and said, “Aren’t you afraid of punishment from above?”
Qing Zhen smiled lightly and said, “No, they need me now.”
At this time, a distant SUV turned over from the street, the car’s secretary Zhou got out and calmly said, “Qing Zhen Luo Lan packs up his things and immediately departs to the front line for military assistance.”