It was late at night.
The entire Rao city was still as lively as the lanterns at the beginning of the night.
In the dark private room of the Bar, Li Kun drank his last glass of wine. After recalling that period of youth and that unforgettable night, he slowly closed his eyes. A line of clear tears streaked across his face, disappearing into the darkness until it disappeared without a trace.
But he was not sad, nor was he sad.
The corners of his slightly pursed lips extended upwards into a warm arc.
From that night onwards, his heart never felt sad for a moment.
Because he had a new pursuit in his life, a new goal.
He accepted Yan Jun's financial aid and returned to school, where he worked tirelessly to catch up on the lessons he had missed.
At the age of 23, he graduated from Cambridge with straight A's.
After that, he returned to the country and entered the city administration.
Only he knew how hard it was to walk all the way here.
But he never complained about how hard it was or how tired he was. He treated Yan Jun as his idol. He had seen too much and admired him deeply. Every word and action of Yan Jun was unconsciously imitated by him.
As time went by, his style of doing things gradually became more and more like Yan Jun..
In addition to his experiences when he was young, he was not willing to communicate with others too much, so his personality was a little eccentric. However, this was just right for undercover work.
Therefore, when the time was ripe, when Yan Jun suggested him to get close to Lu Yiming, he went without a second thought.
Later on, when the time came, he walked step by step with an extremely steady pace.
And no matter what he did, he always had an eternal faith in his heart, the man who gave him a second life -- Yan Jun..
If it weren't for Yan Jun, he might have been begging by the roadside for the rest of his life... ...
But Meeting Yan Jun, he could wash away the filth from his body and set off for light and hope again!
After recalling all this, Li Kun put down the empty wine glass.
Coming out of the Bar, He went to a nearby Western restaurant.
He ordered a Spanish seafood risotto.
It was still the faint saffron mixed with the fragrance of seafood in his memory, and there was also orange-yellow and slightly red rice... ...
He picked up a spoon and sent a little rice into his mouth.
With a light chew, that comfortable and satisfied smile slowly appeared on his lips.
With such a meal, with such a person, his path could go on, until forever... ...
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If there was such a day, you and I would both sink deep into darkness.
Please never forget your original heart, don't give up hope.
This world will not remember the sorrow and sorrow, pain and pain that you have experienced,
only remember your steel-like strong and brave smile!
- Su Zhishui.
The Yan family.
The guests had all dispersed, leaving only a deserted house and two or three servants who were cleaning the courtyard.
Long Qingxin had not slept for two days and two nights.
Her eyes were bloodshot, and her face looked extremely haggard. She was even a little dizzy when she walked.
But even so, she still insisted on guarding in front of Yan Youcheng's soul.
Grandfather Huo did not leave either. He moved a small stool and sat next to the Brazier. As he burned the paper money, he looked at long Qingxin and sighed "I really don't understand you guys. Since we both have each other in our hearts, why can't we get over this hurdle He's like this, and you're like this too. "Lu Yiming forced him to ask about your identity, but he would rather die than tell him. "What about you "For more than 30 years, you're still unwilling to forgive him. How is this love? You're clearly killing each other! "
Only grandfather huo could say these words without restraint in front of Long Qingxin.
They were of the same generation, and they were old acquaintances. They roughly understood each other's matters.