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Chapter 422 Don't Burn It

"This matter is related to whether we can keep our heads. How can we let him go around?"

"Heaven knows, the earth knows, you know, I know, and he won't spread rumors outside, isn't it enough to rest assured?"

One refused to back down.An argument.The siblings argued in low voices.

Qilan thought he was the instigator, and retreated to the sofa embarrassingly.It is not convenient for him to intervene for the time being.I had to take an old pictorial full of dust and cover my face.

After fighting for a while, Jianhua gradually gained the upper hand.Caiwei saw that reasoning was useless, so she simply imitated Lin Yitang's habit and moved her hands.

She looked at the precious manuscript paper that her brother held above her head, it was only half a foot away from her.

Although Jianhua is not short, he is no match for Caiwei's high-heeled shoes.

The younger sister tiptoed vigorously and stretched out her arms, and the elder brother worried that she would use too much force.

"Wrestle carefully!"

"Give me the manuscript paper, please!"

She flopped and fell, her left knee hit the floor first, "Boom!"

Floors are hardwood.Caiwei's knee was injured.She rubbed and rubbed herself, and tried to stand up with her hands on the ground.

She pursed her little cherry lips and didn't say a word, which made people feel pity.

"Does it hurt? It's all my fault." Jianhua threw the manuscript aside and supported her.

He was so distressed that he blamed himself, "Ah, actually tell me well, how can brother just watch you fall?"

"Brother, Xiaolan has been secretly helping Uncle Lin and the others, and it took a lot of work just to get the medicine. We will try our best to help him."

"Oh," Jianhua sighed, shaking his head, "If it's delicious, I'll definitely let him take it. It's a hot potato!"

"Brother Jianhua, I know how to measure, and I won't make it difficult for you." Qilan stood up from the sofa vigorously.

"Xiaolan," Jianhua frowned, with a serious face, "you see, there will be no other gain except to make my heart sadder."

He hesitated for a moment, then pointed to the manuscript paper lying quietly on the floor: "After reading it, just burn it here. There are matches on the table."

Qilan picked up the manuscript quickly, fearing that he would regret it temporarily, so he clenched his hands tightly.

This manuscript was written on the morning of the car accident.The interviewer found two witnesses at the scene.One is a small newsboy who witnessed a car accident.The other is a guy from a bun shop on the street.

The little newsboy told the reporter the general history of the car accident.First, a black car suddenly rushed out of the alley and rushed towards the rear of Miss Tang's car.

His original words were written into the report by Jianhua without changing them.

"I saw the black car driving fast, as if it was going to hit someone else's car."

"The car was too fast, and a man from above threw a wine bottle and smashed it over."

The guy from the bun shop appeared a little later than the newsboy.He lowered his head and placed a large basin, his hands covered with flour and noodles.The crackling sound was heard first.

"Who smashed the wine bottle?"

He muttered, looking out of the store curiously, just in time for two cars to collide.

"The black car ran away. The middle part of the white car was rotten. The front of the car was tied to a pole. It's going to be so miserable."

Between the lines, there is evidence that the car accident was man-made.

"Don't burn it, keep it for use!"

"Such a good material, and the witness's statement is reasonable, why was it crossed with a red pen?"

Jianhua dejectedly helped his younger sister to the sofa, "Don't mention it. The editor-in-chief didn't pass it. He crossed out the words of these witnesses."

"Did he tell you why?"

"Of course I did. Reports can't tell the truth."

"The result will not be published?"

"How is it so simple? The editor-in-chief temporarily changed my colleague's manuscript, and did not mention witnesses throughout the article. As a result, the police station called yesterday, threatening all of us."

Listening to this, Qilan's heart was also heavy.Unexpectedly, doing news with conscience is very dangerous in troubled times.

"What happened later? Did the storm calm down?"

"It's fine for the time being. Our editor-in-chief is a good man. He's staying here with everyone, and he just came home this afternoon."

The middle-aged gentleman smoking near the newspaper office appeared in front of Qilan's eyes.Random question:
"Did he have gray temples and is used to holding a cigarette between his fingers, so the bullet ash?"

After speaking, he imitated an action.Jianhua nodded:
"It seems that you did meet him on the way to find me today. You and I don't want to cause trouble to others. He is my bole. Without his help, I have no money to eat, let alone provide my sister to go to college gone."

Caiwei rested for a while, enduring the pain and walked over bouncingly.Like a wounded lame duckling.

"Okay, let's go out together and talk outside."

"Yes, let's go."

The three of them left the newspaper office in the dark.Walk directly from the dark alley connected to the back door.

Although the space is small, Qilan walked in front, Caiwei walked in the middle, and Jianhua walked behind, and they could still pass smoothly.

Men are not afraid of the dark, but girls are.

Caiwei was always worried that a bullet would suddenly fly from somewhere, piercing them like candied haws.

She was still covering her beating heart along the way.Tell my brother to be careful from time to time.

Fortunately, there was no one following him, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he got out of the alley.

Qilan whispered on the road that Lin Mi and his daughter had been placed at a friend's house in the suburbs.Both Jianhua and Caiwei think this method is good.After all, the air in the countryside is fresh and safe.

"Thank you Xiaolan for your thoughtful arrangement."

"Don't be polite to me. Has Master Lin found it?"

"I found it. He's on the side of the street. He promised to wait for me. Oh, I forgot such an important thing."

As soon as he reminded Caiwei, he remembered that he and Lin Yitang separated to go to the newspaper office to find his brother.She hurriedly told them to go there together.

Except for the shadow of a lonely street lamp and the light white snow falling in mid-air, there is no one on the street.

"Cousin, won't he come again?" She began to cry, unable to bear it or dare to guess.

"Caiwei, be optimistic. I know Tangtang's temper very well. I will definitely not lose it."

Jianhua hugged her shoulder vigorously.

"Then where might he have gone?"

"Go back to the inn first. Don't think about anything else."

In fact, Jianhua was not completely sure, but his sister still had to coax her to keep her from crying.

"Miss Caiwei, don't be sad. Young Master Lin is a trustworthy person. If he promises you, he will definitely not run around. Besides, if something really happens, I will not stand by and watch."

Qilan's words were like a reassuring pill. She really stopped crying, which was more effective than medicine.

It was already eight o'clock in the evening when they returned to the inn.

The busiest meal time has passed.Guys went table by table clearing away cutlery and leftovers.The sound of clashing dishes and chopsticks filled my ears.

However, in this messy scene, Caiwei only saw a figure wearing a gray cloak, sitting alone in the corner.

"Will it be him?"

She wiped her eyes apprehensively, fearing that it was a hallucination.

(End of this chapter)