"It's effective in killing people and driving people away. It's very effective. I'll help you kill as many people as you come. The smell is fragrant and charming. I'll kill all of them … phone …"
The duplex unit had high ceilings and large windows, so the room had plenty of natural light.
This place was built on a cliff next to Victoria Harbour. The 30-story building had a clear view of the sea.
There were many other buildings on this steep cliff. The tallest apartment building had a panoramic view of the entire Hong Kong Island.
There were densely packed houses on the mountain, big and small, old and new. All the buildings were crowded together.
It was not that he had never seen such a scene in other places, but the density was too shocking.
Chaotic and noisy, that was the only way to describe it.
"Young Master, the medicine is ready."
The steaming black liquid filled a celadon bowl, and a spoon was placed in the bowl.
Although it was a herbal tea to cure acclimatization, it was actually just Chinese medicine.
Dongfang Lu leaned on the rosewood sofa. His eyes wandered, not wanting to look at the coffee table in front of him.
The education he received since young did not allow him to act like a spoiled child and refuse to drink the medicine. He did not have the habit of being a spoiled child. Moreover, his parents were not around. Doing so would only make things difficult for the servants and housekeepers.
"… Uncle Liang, I want to go out for a walk. I'll drink it when I come back."
"Oh, okay.
Young Master, do you need a car? "
"Thank you. Give it to me. I'll do it myself."
"Young Master, that …"
"Ah!
Sorry, I forgot. I'll go now. "
"Young Master, wait a moment. Are you coming back for lunch?"
"No."
"I put cash in the wallet. I also put the ID and other documents together."
"… Thank you." Dongfang Lu stopped tying his shoelaces and stood up to take the wallet. He was a little embarrassed.
Uncle Liang watched him grow up. Of course, he would not laugh at him. However, with Dongfang Lu's current mood, he just wanted to leave as soon as possible.
Walking out of the entrance of the apartment building, there was a winding path surrounded by trees behind the mountain. Dongfang Lu walked very fast, and the high-end residential area was gradually left behind at a speed visible to the naked eye.
While most of his peers were still confined to the small world of daily life, he already had a considerable degree of personal understanding of society and the world. Now that he was wandering aimlessly, he did not have to worry about not being able to find his way back. He just walked on.
Slow buses … ancestral halls with black tiles … old-fashioned western-style buildings … buildings covered with moss and climbing plants … traditional Chinese signboards … tea restaurants, egg tarts … On the balconies of the aisle-style apartment buildings, the security doors that looked loose were locked tightly. Cantonese tunes that were not as high-pitched as Peking Opera could be faintly heard from inside.
After passing through the deserted area, there were many small shops on the first floor of the property. They were crowded together and filled with noise.
There was a lot of people here. Many dazzling products — clothes, food, electronic products, and game software — were piled up in the narrow aisles as usual. A new song that was released this month came from somewhere. People were talking loudly and doing business. There were also people arguing about various things.
The slightly old buildings were closely connected, and the cloud-filled sky became narrow.
Hong Kong was always regarded as the end of the world. The geographical location here often gave people the feeling of being alone overseas.
Since it was far enough, the frustration would be correspondingly reduced.
But even if he didn't pay attention, it was easy to remember that he had seen a similar scene somewhere along the way. In Chongqing, Dalian, Guangzhou, Jianghai … Slowly, his thoughts would turn back to the country, and finally back to where she was.
On that sultry afternoon a week ago, Dongfang Lu had invited Gu Jiaming out for a talk and opened up the topic.
Ruoruo's cousin's health implicated the highest level of Yanhuang. As long as there was a better outcome in the end, the credit of the person in charge of negotiating would not be small.
He was in the same school as Jian Suyan's disciple and had gone through thick and thin with him. Jian Suyan's ability was so dazzling, he thought that there should be a way. Since she was willing to help save Yanhuang from collapse last time, she should not reject him outright this time.
Others would probably be envious of such good luck. It was not the first time that he had heard of the saying "dogshit luck" in secret.
Heh, dogshit luck?
Actually, I …
The desire to improve existed, and I was indeed glad. The eagerness to try lasted until the day I came into contact with the information …
I wanted a chance to speak naturally.
I did not want to make things too ugly. I did not want to embarrass myself in front of Gu Jiaming. More importantly, I did not want to appear … ugly in her eyes.
"I won't harass her anymore, but I won't give up on her either. Don't give me a chance."
Haha … The person who said this seriously was actually very funny. He obviously did not want to give up, but he still insisted on saying "don't give me a chance" and put on a high and mighty attitude.
Hypocrite. In the end, I was just trying my best to regain my face.
— — —
Regarding love, the seventeen-year-old Dongfang Lu had imagined and longed for it.
Walking side by side under the mottled sunlight sifting through the branches and leaves, beside him was his beloved wife.
Holding her hand, the two of them saw each other as an irreplaceable existence and stayed together for the rest of their lives.
This imaginary image that he had kept in his heart had long been used by Dongfang Lu as a perfect model of love. It was not an exaggeration to say that it was one of his most important life ideals.
After confirming that Lingjing was that one and only person, Dongfang Lu once complained about the injustice for his little sister in front of his parents. In fact, he had the intention to find out what was going on.
What kind of person was Dongfang Linghai? He immediately understood the twists and turns in the story, but he was too lazy to expose it.
He had also been through this age, so he naturally understood that the matter of the first awakening of love did not require an adult to make a conclusion for the parties involved. This was because no matter what was said, it would not achieve the expected effect. Instead, it would easily spoil things.
Although the specific situation was still unclear, the children and grandchildren would have their own blessings. Even if his son regretted it in the future, the scar in his heart should be the result of natural development.
On the second night of the showdown, Jiaming was shot in the heart by his former enemy. His left hand was also pierced by a knife. After the surgery, Dongfang Lu greeted people as usual, said goodbye, and went home with his sister. After a simple tidying up, he told his family to be on high alert to prevent any possible abnormalities from affecting them.
Since his father was not around, as the successor of the family head, he only went through the routine procedures once.
He did not turn on the lights and sat in his room for two hours. At six o 'clock in the morning, he estimated that his father was about to wake up, so he went downstairs and drove to the sanatorium to pass on the message. Fang Zhitian happened to be there as well.
In the morning, he stayed there as the person in charge of this matter. When the elders were talking, they would occasionally ask him to confirm the details and listen to his opinion on this matter. He would tell them the truth.
After another day, Dongfang Lu went to the hospital to visit Jiaming, who had already woken up. When he came back, he heard the housekeeper, Old Liang, talking to his father on the phone. The housekeeper said that the apartment he bought in Hong Kong was now available for people to live in. He was going to make a trip there and arrange everything so that the Dongfang family could stay there.
Dongfang Lu found an excuse and flew to Hong Kong with Old Liang.
Not being happy with external gains and not being sad for oneself was naturally the realm that a mature and rational person should be in. If he had held on to this belief from the beginning, Dongfang Lu's life would have been easier.
However, the law that was closer to reality was that if you were happy with external gains and sad for yourself, then you would be able to live a clear life.
When Jiaming was still being rescued, people were busy investigating who was responsible and calming the situation down. For a moment, no one noticed Lingjing.
One of her slippers was missing. She was barefoot on the terrazzo floor. She did not have time to change out of her thin pajamas. She sat there crying silently.
In the summer, the central air conditioner was turned up high. The walls covered with waterproof paint were cold to the touch.
At this time, it was not good to say anything. Of course, it should be okay to show concern as a friend. It was not that he had any ulterior motives. As a friend and senior who had gone through life and death together, it would be unnatural to ignore her.
She stood up without making a sound or showing any expression. She threw her coat on the ground and turned around to sit back down.
Someone called out to her and handed her two coats. She put them on.
He picked up the coat and returned to where he was standing. Behind him was a locked aluminum window. It was late at night, and the city outside was gradually quieting down.
— — —
"Since you are so interested in this, why do you want to study medicine?"
"Uh, because … because I used to have a friend who always liked to get into fights and get injured …"
"… Could it be a girl you like?"
"Uh, I guess so, but …"
I thought that I was smart. I tested her without leaving any traces and successfully got the information I wanted. Although I was still far from being completely out of danger, I felt relieved.
The truth was that they were already living together before the cruise ship's first voyage. In the end, I was the only one who was kept in the dark …
Jian Suyan was his master, but he was not Jian Suyan. What could a man do to make two outstanding girls follow him at the same time?
Could it be a kind of habit to build a relationship from childhood until high school …
… As expected, I can't rely on luck. This time, I'm completely done for.
In fact, regarding Ling Jing, from a technical point of view, Dongfang Lu's response could be said to be perfect from the beginning to the end. Under the premise that he did not destroy the relationship between the two of them, he did his best to fully and fully express her good impression of him. After being rejected, he endured his desire to probe further and only secretly investigated the information of his potential opponent. This was a reasonable approach that took into account both his methods and his respect for Ling Jing. In the end, in a dignified and dignified manner, he openly admitted his defeat to his love rival. Coupled with his tone and expression, he exerted pressure on the other party and left himself a glimmer of hope.
His attitude and choice of words were sincere enough that no one could accuse him of anything. Regardless of what the other party might think after listening to him, he had to work hard for Dongfang Ruo's condition and not let the conflict between the two of them affect his work. That was the subtlety of manipulating people's minds. In fact, it didn't work this time, but he had skillfully and naturally used all kinds of techniques related to the human heart and human nature to detect and configure the factors that would help him achieve his goal to the greatest extent possible.
However, Dongfang Lu was only seventeen years old after all. Although he could still maintain his usual neutral and peaceful style, it was inevitable that he would fall into self-pity and go to Hong Kong with the mentality of running away.
Dongfang Lu walked out of an area full of high-rise buildings in Upper Ring Road. The town built on the hillside of Victoria had many steep walls and narrow bends. He liked the feeling of the road disappearing behind him and the way out appearing in front of him. It was a bit like a jungle.
The sky gradually darkened, and dinnertime had long passed. When the lanterns were first lit, there were many Hong Kong characteristics — "signboards".
Red and green neon flashed on the buildings, covering the entire sky:
"Yatou Beauty and Skin Care Center"
"Zhanyi Design and Decoration Company"
"Fu Cun Dongyuan Restaurant"
"Walden Video and Audio Equipment Co., Ltd."
"Xinhua Chinese and Western Restaurant"
"Fu Yao Seafood Restaurant"
"Buddha's Sutra Club"
"Diaoyi Zither Cultural and Art Center"
He had walked from day to night and had not eaten two meals. Now, he was really hungry. Dongfang Lu, who was standing on the street and preparing to walk back, suddenly remembered that he should give Old Liang a call so that he would not be anxious.
He felt a little guilty in his heart, but when he took out his phone, he found that it was turned off. He forgot to charge it last night, so he had to find a nearby beer store to call. "Uncle Liang, it's me … I'm fine, really … not hungry … I just walked around, I took a taxi back … I'm in Hong Kong." He paused for a moment, "You haven't called back yet, right … I promise to drink the medicine when I come back, really!
Hehe, I won't do it again next time, please let me go … "
When he returned to his residence, the first thing he did was to make up for dinner. Old Liang said that heating Chinese medicine was not good for absorption, so a new bowl was ready quickly. Dongfang Lu took the initiative to go to the kitchen to wait.
The medicine pot was steaming, and the air was filled with the unique unpleasant smell of Chinese medicine. The blue flame licked the bottom of the medicine pot.
"Young Master, it's time, let me do it." Uncle Liang tilted the medicine pot, and the black medicine slowly flowed into the bowl from a separate outlet.
Again? Sure enough, when it's time to drink, the willpower will still be weak … Forget it, I'll just die.
"Cough, Uncle Liang, you really don't need to add sugar … I'm not a child anymore."
Dongfang Lu drank it in one gulp.