"Auntie is also from Omi. I have heard of this story you told, so what is your father's name?" Su Qing pretended to be careless and asked. It was indeed two people who were found in the drug factory. One was Wei Kang, who was already dead, and the other was Liu Kunlun, and now he was named Wang Haikun. Could it be that these two children and Wang Xizhi are half-siblings?

"Mom didn't tell us, she said it would be no benefit if she knew." Muzi replied.

"Then are you?" Su Qing continued to ask.

"He died, and he died before we were born." This time it was Tagg's answer.

Su Qing said oh, because of her identity, she couldn't break the casserole and ask the end. This topic ended here.

After dinner, Su Qing arranged a car to take two guests home. Tagg said our bicycles were still at your house. Su Qing said that Auntie remembered that it had been placed in the car and sent them home with you.

The nanny put Muzitag at the entrance of the community and left. The two of them pushed their bicycles home. They walked for a long time and were discussing the wealth of Wang Xizhi's family and the luxury of the meal.

"A meal costs tens of thousands," Muzi said.

"Not only, Aunt Su opened a bottle of red wine. I heard from the waiter that it was Romani Conte, which was very expensive red wine." Tagg's knowledge is seen online. Not to mention Romani Conte in life, even Great Wall Cabernet Sauvignon has never been drunk.

“How expensive?”

"At least 50,000 or 60,000."

Both children made a slight sound of gasping in. In fact, Chunjiu’s noodle restaurant is quite profitable, and it can be tens of thousands of dollars a month, but it is all hard money. You get up early and go to bed late all year round, and there is no guarantee. If you have any illness and disaster, you have to support your two children. Chunjiu’s life is not well-off.

"It's great to have money." Tagg sighed.

"Yes, it's great to have money." Muzi also said.

After saying this, both of them were silent. The strong contrast made them feel desperate. Even if they were admitted to a good university, even if they entered a top 500 company, even if they had a monthly salary of 100,000, they would probably not be able to meet this level of consumption. If the poor children work hard, they will be a middle class.

It was not until he reached the doorstep that Tagg recovered and made a vow to his sister: "When I get to work, I will invite you to have a big meal and drink Romaniconti."

"What are you talking about?" Liu Kunlun happened to come over, "I heard Romani Conti, children are not allowed to drink."

So Tag talked about Wang Xizhi's mother treating her to dinner, and Liu Kunlun smiled and said, "Romani Conti, I used to stew beef, and the taste was average."

Muzitag looked at each other. When did my cousin pass by so awesome? Could it be that he was in a dream?

...

The next day, the noodle restaurant business was still booming. There was a long queue outside at noon, and the takeaway riders waited for a while, so Chunji regretted not opening the takeaway business. Now the three of them were so busy that they couldn't even get busy. They finally sent off the last wave of diners, which was already two o'clock in the afternoon.

Chunjiu was about to discuss with Liu Kunlun whether to ask the fourth sister and Brother Kang to come to help, but another customer came in from the store. He was about forty years old, with a silk shirt and jeans and sunglasses stuck on his head. He was elegant and charming, and he was very cultural.

"Hello, boss... Hey, why do I feel so familiar? We should have seen each other." The woman looked at Chunjiu and suddenly realized, and took out the business card from her bag, "I am Feng Yuan, do you still remember?"

Chunjiu has a good memory, and immediately remembered Feng Yuan, a female reporter from the newspaper back then. She interviewed Liu Kunlun, who was disabled and strong, and later she became the assistant of Brother Kunlun. Later, she was missing. She didn't know if she was still working with Wang Haikun. She took a look at the business card and it was the title of independent producer.

"That's right, I want to make a video program about food." Feng Yuan pulled down a chair and sat down, chatting happily. Chunjiu just looked at her with a smile, without answering.

"How is it? I won't charge you money and promote it for free." Feng Yuan said.

"You ask him." Chunjiu nodded behind Feng Yuan.

Liu Kunlun stood behind for a while. Of course he knew Feng Yuan. After many years, Feng Yuan didn't seem to be doing well. Although her bag is a famous brand, the corners have been worn out too much, and the surface is glossy and the inside is down. This is probably the case.

Feng Yuan is indeed on the verge of being down and out. She has been in a very miserable life over the years. After leaving the Wang family, she started a business several times, made movies, started a public account, and invested in the sharing economy. In the end, she achieved nothing and fell on the verge of bankruptcy. She had no choice but to leave the sad place in Beijing, return to Jiangdong, and continue to start from scratch and be a video self-media person. Her plan is to start with food culture, and Kunlun Noodle Restaurant is the first interviewee.

She discovered the subject matter online and found that this internet celebrity restaurant was not actually hyped by the guy's appearance, but had long been famous. It was found in the food guide ten years ago, but it was just forgotten over the years, so Feng Yuan decided to specialize in these forgotten foods.

Feng Yuan turned around and saw Liu Kunlun's smile. It was the warm smile of an old friend, which was quite healing. Feng Yuan, who had been through the weather, felt that her heart was instantly hit by an electric current. She was inexplicably moved. She looked handsome online and saw the real person offline, and realized that she was shallow. She was not just handsome. This was the warmth from the heart.

At this moment, Feng Yuan made a decision to make this handsome guy famous, even if she was not popular yet.

Liu Kunlun pulled a chair and sat down upside down, held the back of the chair with both hands, and looked at Feng Yuan who was dumbfounded: "What kind of promotion do you want?"

"I, I, I changed my mind. The noodle restaurant does not need to be promoted anymore. You need to be promoted. Come on, let me talk to my sister, what talents do you have?" Feng Yuan took out the recorder and looked expectant.

"What is talent? Can you fight? Can you write a calligraphy?"

"Anything is counted. As long as it attracts attention, of course, positive and high-end talents will be more popular. If you play well, you will definitely be better than being good at eating big fat meat."

"Wait, what do you want to do?"

"Idol, I think you can participate in the auditions."

"National Idol?" Liu Kunlun thought of a group of handsome men and beautiful women on the giant billboard of the skyscraper in the city center when he was shopping, and four big words flashed from time to time: National Idol! This seems to be a talent show.

"The championship bonus is 100 million yuan. As long as there is investment, packaging, and a good team to help you operate, I believe you can do it, and we will just open the bonus for 55."

When he said this, the light of money flashed in Feng Yuan's eyes.

Liu Kunlun's cell phone rang, he glanced at it and said, "Chunji, give reporter Feng a bowl of rice noodles, add beef and tea eggs, and settle it on my account." After that, he got up and left.

"Hey, why are you leaving?" Feng Yuan chased out, "There are 50 million people to open in the 50% and you don't care."

"I have something to do, it's not rare." Liu Kunlun didn't look back.

...

It was the fourth sister Liu Yimeng who called him, and Brother Kang's off-road vehicle was parked at the intersection, and the three of them were going to do one thing, to sweep the grave.

Qingming Festival has passed early, and it is not the season for graves and outings. The road to the cemetery is empty. Brother Kang drives, Liu Yimeng sits in the passenger seat, and Liu Kunlun can only sit in the back row. Along the way, Brother Kang opens the car window and is silent. The birds sing and flowers are fragrant outside, and the scenery in early summer is bright.

The cemetery was empty, and the three of them came to Wei Kang's tomb. There were withered flowers in front of the black marble tombstone. I don't know who came to sweep the tomb. After twenty-three years of wind and rain, the golden characters on the tombstone faded. On the inlaid photos, the face of the anti-drug hero is not old.

"I don't know whose ashes are placed in it." Liu Yimeng said, "A lot of tears have been wasted over the years, so you can be so cool outside."

Wei Kang said: "The box is empty. Only I know the pain of these years. I am a hero and a person named above. I can't help myself. I have been hiding my identity for decades and can't go home. My girlfriend also ran away. My mother passed away. I can only sneak out and take a look. But from another perspective, it can be considered a blessing in disguise. Drug lords have a strong desire to take revenge. If I continue to be a policeman in Omi, the ashes here may be really my ashes."

Liu Kunlun thought of Zhang Yanbin's repeated revenge and thought that Brother Kang was right, by chance, this was fate.

Brother Kang suddenly thought of his brother-in-law and asked Liu Yimeng: "I heard that Kunlun developed well later, why did you break off contact? After all, they are all a family."

Liu Yimeng said: "Wang Haikun is not Liu Kunlun, these are two people."

Brother Kang said: "Yes, people will change, the environment will change people. Only strong will can fight against the erosion of the outside world. I really couldn't imagine that such a simple and passionate boy would become a cold-blooded animal that he would not recognize relatives. Is this the magic of money..."

Liu Yimeng interrupted him and said, "You misunderstood what I mean. Don't comprehend. What I mean is the most straightforward meaning. That's not my brother, my brother is next to you. Yes, he is Xiaowu and Liu Kunlun."

Wei Kang looked at Liu Kunlun in surprise: "This is impossible, why is this?"

Liu Yimeng said: "Simply put, he was taken over by another person and he was reborn."

Wei Kang took out a cigarette and lit it: "No, my slowness, I'm old and can't stand this brain-ridden thing. Isn't this feudal superstition?"

Liu Kunlun spoke: "Brother Kang, there is a saying that has been hidden in my heart for twenty-three years. I'm sorry for that shot."

Wei Kang then faced this young man. There was no need for the brother and brother to lie to him. No matter how incredible it was, it was true. The person in front of him was Liu Kunlun, the reckless and simple brother back then.

"Okay, I accept your apology. That shot almost killed me. I lay on the hospital bed for two months and it was over. Forget it, I used you and I have to apologize to you. And Boss Su, although he deserves his guilt, it is really good to me. What I owe him, Yuan Zihui and Su Qing, all of them were destroyed." Wei Kang sat on the marble steps, smoking one by one, immersed in the past.

"Later, my senior leader who was appointed to enter the double-regulation, and my direct superior Zhan Shusen was also dismissed. I... Alas, let's not mention it anymore, I'm full of injuries and sadness, I don't know who to tell me." Wei Kang was sad and the endless stories turned into a sigh.

"What are your plans now?" Liu Kunlun asked him.

"Let's find a job first. I don't have any skills. In the past, all social relations were cut off. In fact, it's good to be a laborer." Wei Kang put out the cigarette butt and pointed to the sky and said, "Look, it's going to rain."
Chapter completed!