post cold war era

According to the schedule of the meeting, Wang Yao should return to China tomorrow. If the boss knew that he was expelled by Alfred because of the fight, he didn't know how he would be scolded.But Wang Yao himself does not have much nostalgia for the United States, only the air here is fresher than China, and it is the only place in the United States that Wang Yao likes.

The coat on his body exuded a strange smell, maybe not so strange, there was a faint smell of wine on it.

Vodka runs through Ivan's veins.Wang Yao thought mockingly.

But he didn't dare to say this in front of Ivan. If Wang Yao dared to challenge Alfred in a hurry, he was afraid of Ivan, a man like an ice sculpture.

Wang Yao's luggage is not much, a bunch of documents, some toiletries, and a small change of clothes.He was so stupid that he didn't bring an extra coat. He really didn't want to go back to the courtyard to retrieve his coat, so he had no choice but to continue wearing Ivan's coat.

Someone knocked on the door, Wang Yao complained in his heart, but he still opened the door, and there was Alfred standing outside the door.Wang Yao was a little surprised, and Alfred also had a surprised expression on his face.Wang Yao's hair was not tied up, and his body was covered in an oversized coat, which made him look a little thin.Although he was very unhappy with Alfred's arrival, Wang Yao still let him in because this is Alfred's territory.

Wang Yaoxian broke the silence: "Is Mr. Jones okay?"

Alfred didn't answer the question: "Why are you wearing his clothes?"

"You have given me an ultimatum just now, of course I have to leave as soon as possible," Wang Yao said coldly, "As for the clothes I threw in the backyard, you can dispose of them as garbage—but please don't say that the Chinese are messing around. It's not my intention to throw out the trash."

"That's not the question!" Alfred interrupted Wang Yao angrily, "I'm asking why you're wearing his clothes?"

"Mr. Jones, you are the master, maybe a hero, but not God. I have the right to refuse to answer your boring questions." Wang Yao's voice was still cold, "Freedom is the right of every conscious life. Admired, right?"

"Heh, you communist, what freedom do you want to talk to me about?" Alfred laughed disdainfully.

Wang Yao twitched his lips: "This is not like your usual style. You have always been calmer than me, and you are more educated than me. Do you think so? Could it be that the clothes on me made you lose your composure?" Do you want me to wear it, or do you want to see a communist wearing it?"

"Why do you have to speak in such a hostile way?" Alfred shrugged, "I'm just asking you about clothes."

Wang Yao walked to the window and gently closed the curtains. The fabric felt very good, much more comfortable than the heavy coat on his body.

"Wang Yao, you are too stubborn, you insist on twisting with the world, it will only be bad for you." Alfred said seriously, "If you refuse to change yourself, you will only be isolated by the whole world. "

Before Alfred could react, he was already pushed against the wall by a strong force, and his back hit the cold wall abruptly, making him unable to stop wanting to curse.Wang Yao's movements were so fast that he could hardly see them clearly. When Alfred came back to his senses, he saw Wang Yao with an angry face laying an arm across his chest, making him unable to move.

"Don't fucking use me as a substitute anymore! I've had enough! Su Lian is dead! You killed him yourself!" Wang Yao yelled uncontrollably, his usually soft amber eyes were almost He was about to be dyed red, he breathed quickly, gritted his teeth, and squeezed out a few words: "I can't replace him, I can't be your imaginary enemy, I'm just one of your accomplices!"

Alfred was in a daze, and he was also surprised by what he said just now—that was what he had said to another person. He looked down at Wang Yao's face, and another face kept flashing in his mind, He couldn't reconcile the six-foot guy with the small man in front of him.

Alfred put his hands on Wang Yao's waist, and gently pulled the little man away from him.His movements seemed easy, but only Wang Yao knew the strength of those hands, which made him completely irresistible.Wang Yao calmed down in surprise, he re-examined Alfred in front of him, and realized what a powerful man he was.

"You're right," Al showed a relaxed smile, "You are different from him, you are not him." He let go of Wang Yao, turned and left, and turned around at the door again: "I heard that this afternoon Yong-soo also acted provocatively during the brawl, and I regret that." After speaking, he disappeared behind the door.

"It's just a pity? A bastard who can't even say 'sorry'!" Wang Yao punched the wall hard, making his hands numb from the shock.

Alfred's smile disappeared from the moment he left Wang Yao's room, and he walked forward aimlessly through the long corridor.Wang Yao is right, that person is dead, dead forever.That day was a cold winter day, and the tall and scarred figure stood in front of him. Although the wound on his body was bleeding continuously, and the dark red color was revealed from the thick coat, the man still stood firmly and remained motionless. , blood flowed down his cold face, his purple eyes were full of sarcasm and self-deprecation: "Alfred, your wish is about to come true, but mine will never come true, but yes In the whole world, it would be best if neither of our wishes come true, right?" These were the last words he said as that person, and then, his tall body fell down, and when he regained consciousness, he became Now Ivan Braginsky, same body, same name, but no longer the same person.

"This world has become boring!" Alfred looked at the unchanging scenery outside the window in annoyance.