But he is also the president

On the outskirts of Jiangcheng, the He family's old house.

He Chong picked up a sunspot and pondered, "Liu Yan, have you really thought it through?"

The central air-conditioning is installed in the house, and it is maintained at 25 degrees all year round.It is suitable for the elderly, but for Shen Liuyan, it is a bit hot.

Shen Liuyan's sleeves were pulled up to his elbows, revealing a section of white forearm.The forearm is covered with a thin layer of muscle, smooth and powerful.

When he heard his grandfather's words, his head was slightly lowered, just to cover the slightly flickering eyes.After dropping one seed, Shen Liuyan raised his head, and when he spoke, his tone was soft and flat: "Rong Beizhao... After all, she still blamed me a little bit for that incident back then."

It's a very legitimate, but unconvincing reason.

He Chong glanced at his grandson, his expression unchanged: "Is it Rong Beizhao, or Mi Lu?"

Shen Liuyan pursed his lips, looked straight at his grandfather, and said with a firm and sincere tone, with a bit of helplessness: "I really have nothing to do with Mi Lu."

He Chong didn't believe it.

...It's not so much that he doesn't believe it, it's better to say that somewhere in He Chong's heart he is forcing himself to think about everything for the better.

The grandson has passed the age of [-], but he has no intention of starting a family at all. He has not even had a close female companion for many years. The last girlfriend appeared was three years ago.

Even if there was a reason to be busy with work, He Chong gradually became unacceptable after a long time.

But he couldn't even ask a straightforward question.

When the words come to his throat, He Chong always thinks of the picture of his daughter with bright red marks on her cheeks, red eye circles, tears that will not fall, but still biting her lips stubbornly and refusing to give in more than thirty years ago.At the beginning, he cruelly locked his daughter in the house, cut off all contact methods, and let her marry Shen Jiazhen...

Forget the past.

Maybe it's really because I'm getting older, and I'm free at the same time.Over the years, He Chong also felt that the frequency of recalling the past was too high.

What's more, the grandson's eyebrows and eyes are full of the daughter's shadow, and like her daughter, she is always smiling gently.

He Chong picked up the teacup beside him, twisted the lid, and took a breath.

"It's not impossible if you really want to give in to Rong Beizhao, and I won't ask you why," He Chong said, "but after this incident is over, let's completely turn over the past."

Shen Liuyan's voice was neither soft nor heavy, it came from He Chong's eyes, and seemed to be far away.

He seemed to be answering his grandfather's words, and he seemed to be saying to himself: "I also mean the same thing. When this incident is over... let's pretend that what happened back then never happened."

He Chong nodded in satisfaction.

In private, there may not be no sighs, but I don't know whether it is to my grandson or to myself.

He turned to another topic, with a serious tone: "Shen Ruize, why hasn't it been resolved yet?"

Shen Liuyan said "Oh", and his tone became much more relaxed: "He, it's really not interesting to hide in hiding."

He Chong frowned: "What do you want to do?"

Shen Liuyan helped his glasses—raised his hand, bent his fingers slightly, with a slight gap, his middle finger touched the thin metal brackets on the fingertips of the two lenses, and pushed them upwards—after thinking about it, he said: "I didn't think about it either. "

He Chong's expression instantly became unpredictable.

He looked at his grandson, and the other party looked back with a calm gaze, as if the topics they talked about were nothing more than ordinary trivial matters, and had nothing to do with the fate of others.

Slowly repeated Shen Liuyan's answer in his mouth: "Think about it?"

Shen Liuyan replied: "Yes, so in the past two years, let him try every item."

He Chong's voice was very deep, as if it came from his chest: "Is there any result?"

Shen Liuyan tilted his head, as if very casually: "Living on the street, going to jail...Why don't grandpa decide for me?"

It was already nine o'clock in the evening when I left my grandfather's house.

Summer was approaching, and Jiangcheng was in the southern coastal area again, and this time was not long after dark.

Shen Liuyan turned the steering wheel and listened to a light music playing in the car.It is a piano piece, the tune is cheerful and fresh, very relaxing.

Listening, he hummed a song softly.

In the third year of junior high school, in front of the teachers and students of the whole school, he wore a black and white school uniform, held a ukulele in his arms, and hurriedly played the tunes he had learned by cramming.

The things that had been buried in the depths of memory were recalled by Rong Yue, and they could never be forgotten.When I dream back at midnight, I will occasionally think of that simple but clear tune, and then circulate in my brain for a whole day.

When passing the fence outside the beach, Shen Liuyan glanced sideways out of the window.

It's just an ordinary day, there are not many people on the beach, but there are still couples in twos and threes.

Graduation season is approaching, young students gather in small groups, set up an oven, laugh and drink beer.

With a heartbeat, he slowed down the speed of the car.

After parking the car and walking to the beach, a person standing by the side came up with a bunch of flowers and asked, "Sir, are you waiting for your girlfriend?"

It is necessary to sell the roses that are no longer so delicate and fresh in the bosom.

Shen Liuyan didn't know what to think of, looking at the large handful of flowers that were dyed dark red by the night, he was a little lost in thought.

The man called "Sir" again, and he woke up from some distant memory, and declined with a smile: "No need."

The peddler still wanted to make persistent efforts, but Shen Liuyan had already walked away.

He paced slowly on the beach, looking at the scenes around him.This is the life of others. Maybe tomorrow, they will pass each other on the street again, but they won't give each other a glance.

The world is so big, what's the point of being entangled in something?

Even if you lose the bet...

Shen Liuyan stopped, stared at the rolling waves in the distance, and smiled slightly.

In the interplay of moonlight and neon lights, the spray presents a color like silver and rainbow, and the moment it turns up, it is indeed dazzling.

But it was only for a moment.

In the next second, it slapped on the reef, and immediately after, it melted into the water and disappeared without a trace.

He will not lose.

The time finally came to June, and Rong Beizhao's long-cherished cooperation with Shen was on the right track.She didn't have to keep watch, but she was still very worried, and sent her confidants to monitor the progress.

At this time, she was also slightly distracted and dealt with Xue Lan.

The thing is very simple, when a glass of wine goes down, the person pours it out, and then takes it to the place where he should go.Rong Beizhao didn't want to see him again, so everything was handled by his subordinates.

This subordinate seemed to be unable to bear the torment of his conscience. After finishing everything, he sent an email to Rong Fei.

At the beginning, it was a long and sincere testimonial, saying how Xue Lan treated her, I really couldn't bear it... Finally, to point out the important point, Xue Lan was sent to a cruise ship that was about to leave for the high seas.

As for who was on the cruise ship, he also mentioned it.

The phone beeped, but Rong Fei didn't bother to look at it.

Over the years, the relationship with Xue Lan has eased, which was something to be happy about.But now, what qualifications does he have to go to Xue Lan and say a word of love?

A few days ago, the two met, and the other party comforted him a few words.Rong Fei acted like he listened on the spot, and when he returned home, he looked slumped again.

I smoked pack after pack of cigarettes, and my beard hasn't been trimmed for a long time.

He even lost the most important shares left by his father.

It had been a long time since he had been to a suburban prison, and Rong Fei really didn't have the courage.

In the dead of night, he finally picked up his phone and casually glanced at his mailbox.

The next moment, the phone slipped from his hand.

... At this point, the cruise ship has already left, and probably has reached the high seas.