The Plow

"I haven't seen you for a long time. You seem to have lost weight."

Yaqi's chin was lifted, and she heard Ling Shu say so.

But in fact, she didn't hear what the other party said at all, she only felt Ling Shu's breath was close at hand.

Smoking makes people want to get drunk.

"Is it ugly?"

Yaqi touched her face subconsciously, she was very concerned about Lingshu's opinion.

"No, you're still as beautiful as before, but you're thinner. I still like you to be fatter and have flesh when pinched."

Ling Shu said frivolous words on his lips, but in fact he just stretched out his hands to pinch her face, completely different from those guests who like to mess with dishonesty.

"Where did you get these grapes, Rose?" he asked the dancer on the other side.

"It was just shipped in fresh today. Young Master Ling really knows what to buy." Rose said with a smile, she no longer had the formality and youthfulness of the first time we met.

This place is like a big dye vat, when white cloth comes in, even if it is not dyed black or blue, at least it will be dyed pink.

"Go get some more for me, how can this little bit be enough for us?"

Ling Shu opened his mouth, and Rose went slowly.

Recently, she has been trying to keep away from Yaqi, and she has pulled many customers who like to look for Yaqi, and she seems to have ambitions to compete for the number one dancer in Fei Leng Cui.

Yaqi is not a fool, so she naturally understands it, but the two of them have a friendly face, and all the undercurrents are hidden in places that few people know about, and she doesn't want Lingshu to know this, which will ruin her good impression of herself.

When he was distracted, there was an extra sachet in his hand.

"Which beautiful lady gave you this? I don't want anything from others."

She pretended to be coquettish, to cover up the sourness in her heart.

Ling Shu said: "Open it and have a look."

Yaqi pouted and unwrapped the ribbon on the sachet, her expression turned to surprise.

There are several rolls of dollar bills stuffed inside, and some white oceans, filling the sachet to the brim, no wonder it is heavy.

"This, Young Master Ling?"

"Take it, it's all clean money, haven't you always wanted to leave Fei Leng Cui, this place is not suitable for you, first find a relative to go to, it's not safe to be alone outside, and the money is not in vain."

He Youan left him a lot of remuneration at the beginning, Ling Shu donated most of it, and left some for the orphans of the He family, and the rest was in this sachet.

Yaqi's eyes were red.

"Thank you, Young Master Ling, but this money is not easy for you, I can't take it..."

Ling Shu lazily said, leaning back on the sofa, impatient with her crying.

"All right, all right, don't get bored, put it away quickly, and if that Rose sees it when she comes back later, she will definitely complain to Taipan, and then you won't get any money!"

Out of the corner of Yaqi's eyes, she caught a glimpse of Rose's approaching figure, before she had time to say more, she quickly put the sachet on her body, lowered her head and adjusted her expression.

When she raised her head again, she was that flamboyant dancer Yaqi again.

"You treat me so well, but you don't want to touch me. Others will buy me out of the street clock, but you have never bought it."

There is no lack of resentment in these words, in fact, if Lingshu is willing to touch her, Yaqi herself would be willing to pay her back.

Ling Shu lifted her chin and looked around.

"I don't like resentful women, I like the way you smile, it's as sweet as a honeydew melon."

Yaqi laughed out loud. "Why not grapes?"

She felt her slender waist being embraced by long arms, and Ling Shu leaned over her whole body, her heart skipped a beat, two beats, three beats, four beats.

"Because the grapes are still a little sour, it's hard to eat a sour one once in a while."

The two remained in this position for several minutes.

Yaqi felt like a little girl who didn't know much about the world, and she didn't know where to put her hands and feet.

Apart from blushing and hot ears, it was also a little strange.

"The man behind you? He's been standing there for a while. Is it a spy? Or a bad guy?"

Yaqi asked in a low voice, almost sticking to his ear, as if she was going along with the flow.

"Shh."

Ling Shu only replied a single syllable.

Yaqi was completely red from her cheeks to her ears, and the heat tended to spread to her neck.

Fortunately, the lights were dim, so I couldn't see clearly.

Rose's eyes were hot, and she also leaned over to snuggle and act like a baby.

"Young Master Ling, do you want to dance? When you came here today, you only danced with sister Yaqi, and you haven't danced with me. You can't be partial!"

"Dancing or tipping, which one do you choose?" Ling Shu joked.

Rose rolled her eyes, "Then I still choose to dance."

"OK then."

Ling Shu shrugged, squeezed her weak and boneless hand and got up, and the two walked towards the dance floor.

Yaqi flew back a glance.

The man was still standing in the shadow of the corner.

He was tall and slender, leaning against the wall like this, and lowered his head to light a cigarette.

Yaqi couldn't see his face, but from his temperament and demeanor, he could vaguely guess that this person would definitely not be ugly.

It's a pity that no matter how good-looking she is, she can't compare to her young master Ling.

After dancing to the song, Ling Shu came back holding Rose's hand.

The latter was dripping with sweat, and his face was flushed.

Yaqi explained her intentions in a timely manner and handed Lingshu a glass of wine, and turned her head to follow Lingshu's gaze.

She snorted, "The man is gone."

Ling Shu didn't speak, and sent Rose to open another bottle of wine.

"Have you taken a fancy to him?" He teased Yaqi.

Yaqi Jiao Didi said: "If so, would you be jealous?"

Ling Shu raised his head and drank most of the wine in the glass, telling the truth: "No."

Yaqi knew the answer, but she was still a little sour.

"You haven't told me who that person is? The bad guy who is following you, do you want me to call the police?"

Ling Shu laughed: "I am the policeman."

"Then he will come next time, how should I deal with it, if I ask you?"

Speaking of which, she was really a little nervous.

"He is my friend, not a bad guy, nor a spy." Ling Shu said.

Yaqi didn't believe it: "Then why didn't you two say hello?"

Ling Shu blinked: "Would you believe me if I said he liked me?"

Yaqi giggled: "Believe it, why don't you believe it? You Ling Shao is a woman who likes it. I wouldn't be surprised if a man came here!"

Ling Shu sighed, seemingly true or false: "There is no way, people with great charm always have this kind of trouble!"

Yaqi was quite curious: "Then you rejected him? Are you still friends now?"

Ling Shu: "Let me tell you a story."

"There were two people. They were childhood sweethearts. They grew up together. They had a very good relationship. The man told the woman that he would marry her when he came back from joining the army. The woman believed her and waited day after day for several years. In the past, we waited for the man's death notice."

"She was very sad, she was so sad that she almost committed suicide, but she survived in the end. After a few years, she slowly recovered from her pain and met a better man. The two got married, gave birth to a child, and had a happy family. .”

"At this moment, she found out by chance that her childhood sweetheart was not dead, but was seriously injured. Maybe her life is not long, maybe it's not a holiday. It was a good day, so he forged a death notice to make the other party give up and let her go free."

Yaqi listened very carefully, but in the end she half understood.

"You mean, are you that girl?"

Ling Shu twitched the corner of his mouth: "How do I look like that girl?"

Yaqi thought: "So, that girl doesn't like her lover at all."

Ling Shu: "What kind of fallacy is this?"

Yaqi: "If she really likes her, even if her lover really dies, she will continue to wait, wait forever, and spend the rest of her life waiting for her, but if she doesn't persevere, she won't be able to wait for the day when the truth comes."

Ling Shu: "Time will heal everything, including the hurdles you once found difficult to get over."

Yaqi shook her head, unusually stubborn on this point of view.

"That man thinks that by sacrificing himself and helping others, the other party will be grateful to him. What if the girl has a bad life later? Will he regret not being with her? For a woman, it is better to be with someone she doesn't like. It is better for a person to spend a lifetime in a muddle than to spend a few years with the person he likes vigorously. Maybe the happiness he sees is just what he thinks, and the truth is not the case."

Ling Shu was almost fainted by her.

He had never discovered that Yaqi was such an eloquent person.

"You men always like to use your way to arrange others, thinking that it is for the other's benefit, but in fact, have you ever asked her if she would like to?"

At this time, Rose came back with the wine.

Ling Shu took the initiative to pour the wine.

"I can't say no to you, I will punish myself with three cups."

At Yaqi's strong request, Lingshu danced with her again.

When we left Fei Leng Cui, it started to rain lightly.

Spring rain is as expensive as oil, and Lingshu smells of alcohol welling up, but his mind is not in a state of confusion, but his footsteps are a little wandering.

He didn't bring an umbrella, and he stretched out his hand to catch the rain with great interest, thinking about whether he should take off his coat and put it on his head, and just walk back.

Then, he saw the man across the street.

The other party was holding a black umbrella, standing on the side of the road, watching him quietly.

The two stared at each other for a moment.

Ling Shu didn't move, but the other party moved.

He strode across the road and raised the umbrella over Ling Shu's head.

Ling Shu raised his head and smiled: "What a coincidence, Chief Yue!"

Yue Dingtang didn't laugh.

Looking at the man's heartless expression, he couldn't help but sneer: "Have you ever asked me if I would like to?"

Ling Shu stopped smiling.

He turned his head away and muttered something.

But Yue Dingtang heard it clearly.

What the other party said was: I have a lot of old injuries on my body, and I won't live long.

"I have already asked Liu Zhen and Ji Zhuting, as well as medical professors. They said that the bullet fragments could not be removed if they remained in the body. They might cause hidden dangers to the body in the future, and might affect the life expectancy, but these are not important."

"European medicine is very advanced. I can take you to see a doctor. As long as you are alive, there is hope. This is not a terminal illness. Even if you are covered with bruises, you can't live to seventy, at least forty or fifty."

"The world is so chaotic now, I'm not sure if I will die, maybe I will die earlier than you."

"Ling Shu, I have missed eight years, and I don't want to deceive my heart anymore."

"Let's stop playing each other, okay?"

Ling Shu was silent, motionless.

But if he was shocked, angry and unbelievable by Yue Dingtang's words, he should have punched him or turned around and left.

The reaction at this moment is the most authentic.

Yue Dingtang knew about his past, and also knew that he had suffered many injuries.

Otherwise, how could people who used to be solid-skinned often suffer from fever and sickness?

This is clearly the old injured body began to retaliate.

Yue Dingtang's heart began to ache when he thought of his right hand, which could no longer lift heavy objects and do delicate work like ordinary people.

Instead of waiting for the snail to come out of the shell, he would rather get in the shell.

Yue Dingtang reached out and pinched the opponent's chin, raised his head slightly, and lowered his head.

In the rainy night, the two shadows are elongated and blended together by the street lamps.

"Don't put your self-righteous greatness in the story to move yourself, even if you only have one day left, I won't regret it."