Seeming to feel the strange gazes of these people, Bang Du looked up, and the others immediately looked down at their feet. He shrugged his shoulders not paying much attention, he paid more attention to what the poor teenager was saying. Smiling, his face gradually changed, as if destroying the cold outside and replacing it with a cold and evil one.
After listening, he turned it off and put it inside. After drinking a glass of water, he stood up and prepared to leave. The door opened again, a man yawning came out, this person looked about 40, a little short, slim and elegant. He wears glasses over a white blouse that gives people a sense of absolute trust. Mr. Diep still held a bottle of orange juice, he looked at him with a smile and asked:
"Are you going?"
He nodded, the uncle quickly threw something to him, he reached out and grabbed a bottle of medicine. Mr. Diep laughed and said: "What you need."
"I thank you."
"Oh my, stop it. I'm going to bed, be careful." After saying that, he closed the door and looked at the small bottle in his hand. He looked at it for a while, then put it in his pocket and gave the order to leave. All the people in the kitchen hardly cared about it, they seemed to be used to it, it's not something that needs to be cared about.
Bang Du left the shop, he got into the car and drove on the road, the noon sun shining on the car made his eyes a little sore. Staring at the glass, he reached out and took out a small chip, which was mounted on the car used for positioning. He played around with it for a while, then came up with an idea, took out a pen from his pocket. The fountain pen has a normal design, he also uses it to sign his name, but few people know that it also has other special uses. Rotating the tip of the pen about 40 degrees, the nib indented into a small knife appeared. Rotating another 15 degrees, a nib appeared again, he held the chip in his hand and pressed the blue light that appeared from the tip of the pen. The computer caught the data, he picked up the chip again, used a little editing tool for a while, and then adjusted it again. The data has been transferred to the computer, he can see his activities by the opponent's satellite, and can also capture the location of the other group.
After he finished, he curled up for the person in the upper co-pilot, the other person knew this was a toy made by his boss, he sat for a while and then quickly put away the sofa. The driver looked over and asked, "Boss, why don't you destroy that thing."
"No." These stupid things he didn't pay attention to, took out his Ipad to see what was happening on the other side. Gunshots rumbled, most cameras were destroyed fortunately but two were still active, he squinted at the dead people below. The frown seems to be displeased.
The trouble of the gang happened last month, he spent a lot of energy to detect this group. It happened partly because he intervened, pushed this group to show up, then he let people surround him, but it still didn't seem to work. There was a problem, he felt it was not simple at all. Looking at those who were falling, he did not allow anyone alive, leaving only a few masters to inquire about information.
There were no small casualties on the other side, he rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
"Go to Da Diem." He needed to ask someone here, this seemed very interesting.
The car stopped at a very tall building, outside people see just an ordinary club, but few people know the real money-harvesting activity here. Going inside, getting on the special elevator, he just wanted to ask this person and was not interested in coming here to play. Looking at the elevator up to the 12th floor, stopping, he waved his hand for the people behind to stop, he went inside alone.
The room is located in the innermost part, outside there is a strict guard, if someone comes to stop, they see him and bow their heads. Bang Du nodded, asked someone to open the door, as soon as the door opened, a shadow jumped out as if wanting to escape from this place. He simply kicked the person back and didn't care if the other person was hurt or not. He smiled as he entered.
The room is simple, with only a bed, a table and a chair, next to it is a toilet room. On the bed was a pile of torn blankets and pillows, with some pillows flying everywhere. The boy struggled to sit on the ground, he angrily looked up at him and growled. The teenager was so fierce, he walked over to the chair, brushed the dust off it, then sat down to look at him, smiled kindly, and said:
"Your brother is dead."
His words were very calm like it was just a dog and a cat on the street. The normal teenager who had not been able to resist him now stared blankly at him. He didn't say anything, was silent for a long time, his eyes from losing his composure suddenly became smooth again, he smiled, raised his chin to look at him and said:
"So what?"
He saw his calm expression as if he had heard the joke, he was not surprised, he had already guessed his attitude. He still smiled 'gently' and replied: "Ah, no, seeing that you have been a 'guest' here for so long, I have the heart to say. See? How do you know the face of a night-beast like you?"
He seems to be angered by his teasing, his face is normal usually white, now turned black, hurting people, he wanted to jump but didn't expect him to just kick a little and fell and hit the wall, in pain, he growled: "You... wait for it."
Bang Du didn't have free time to come here to joke with him, but he was a 'funny' person who still joked a bit: "Ha, um, waited a long time. I waited for someone beside you to show up, who is it? maybe the other guy won't show up. Who is your master?"
He silently made a face of 'I'd rather die than declare', he saw that he was stubborn and got a bit bored, took a breath and slowly joked: "I just asked. something' of my father, don't think he doesn't know. Do you think those two are simply traveling? That little plot, haha, it's all a secret."
The secret was no longer a secret, of course, he knew he would find a way to get information. Biting her lip, she felt that she was too reckless to approach him. Now that I think about it, I can only call myself stupid. Still, he was as stiff as ever: "Don't think you can do anything to me. Your father couldn't do anything thirty years ago."
"That right." He said it like it was natural, but then lowered his head to look at him and continued, "My papa was so gentle back then, if not until now he is still gentle. If not he would have spared my little life. 'someone' doesn't have time to go back and forth here."
"1SO, the name has already gone into oblivion..."
Bang Du laughed: "Fortunately, no one remembers me, and I don't want him to come running for help after three days. However, it seems that 'that person seems to miss my papa very much, but I can't. no, he's almost fifty anyway, he's got, three kids. Shouldn't have been."
"You...haha... I don't even think about you that year when 1SO stood at the top. What do you think he created that makes the whole world government silently bow their heads?" His eyes mocked him, he insisted he knew nothing. It also feels pitiful.
Bang Du smiled as if he didn't smile, he lifted the handsome face of the young man, his eye has been bruised since when, now it is swollen. Looking at it for a long time, the slit blew in his ear: "What?"
Indeed, he did not know what his father did that year. The story he heard from his papa or anyone still had something to hide. Although many times he wanted to know, he went to find out, but the government was adamant, the person who knew that year was his daddy, he could not get it out. At first, he thought it was difficult to talk about, after all when they were young, they had a lot of conflicts and didn't want to tell his brothers that it was normal.
But many times someone wanted that thing.
What is it?
When he asked his papa, he just smiled and shook his head, and said nothing.
The teenager seemed to read the sadness in his eyes, he laughed as if mocking him: "Mr. Lam Bang Du, you are so pitiful. Do you think your papa is a gentle and gentle person? Your beloved papa is a living weapon that can destroy an entire continent in the blink of an eye."
Laughter rang out, in that solemn atmosphere, the smell of blood wafted up. The cold bullet escaped from the barrel, the laughter ceased, leaving only the body of the immature teenager. Hot blood spilled out, staining the corners of his lips red. He kept the gun, kept him for a few days because he wanted to know about his father's 'thing', but he probably didn't need him anymore.
Calling someone to clean up the body, he quietly walked out of the place, looking up at the ceiling, which was filled with bright lights. The sound of footsteps rhythmic, he looked at the other person, the girl bowed to him. Her lips curled up in a sweet smile, her red lips full of charm. He looked at her dejectedly, seemingly fed up with the taste. With a wave of her hand, she left disappointed, only, a few feet away from him, a playful smile popped up again.
The corner of his lips pulled up into a smile, shaking his head wearily, and continued walking.
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The noon sun shines, the October sun is a bit harsh, making people also slimy. The soft music echoed throughout the house, the sound of people washing something in the kitchen, and outside, the soft meowing of a dark gray kitten could be heard. This cat's eyes are as clear as water, every time it looks at someone it is like reflecting that person's image in those crystal eyes.
Meomeo was lying on the sofa, he was tiny, only a month old. Fluffy feathers sway in the cool breeze, sitting on the floor is its owner. What is he doing? It wondered. Four fluffy little legs landed on the soft carpeted floor, it walked to the side of its owner's feet, obediently rubbing its head as if to say, here it is, look at it.
Canh Yen is reviewing the drawing, he is wondering if he should add or remove any places. The tip of the pencil was slightly bitten, and the idea popped up and then died again. He shook his head in displeasure and sighed. He was about to tear this drawing apart when something buried in his leg, he looked over and laughed. Picking up the other little kitten, he rubbed it on its head, cooingly said:
"Meomeo, I'm so sorry." The kitten meowed, it seemed to understand what its owner was saying, and rubbed its nose against his. Canh Yen sees a kitten good, the more you love to hold, the more enthusiastic you are. He stretched out on the carpet, leaving the cat on his chest as it roamed around. His small belly seemed to protrude a bit, or he didn't know if he imagined it, maybe it was because he ate too much and accumulated fat. Canh Yen reached out to rub her stomach, silently sighed with boredom, still had muscle mass but her belly was fat.
It seemed that the doorbell rang outside, he jumped up, causing the kitten to fall next to meowing pitifully. It glanced at him, hesitated, then turned its ass away. Canh Yen looked at it funny, Aunt Giao went to open the door. He folded the table wondering if anyone had the spare time to visit him. Are you two? It's not true that you two have gone to work. My third sister is busy, my parents and grandfather are on vacation. Does anyone have that much free time?
Sitting contemplatively guessing who was coming, a calm young man followed Aunt Giao from outside. Dong Khanh wears a blue and black suit, as usual, his hair is simply groomed to reveal his 'manager' look. As soon as he saw him, the corner of his lips suddenly formed a sympathetic smile.
But unfortunately, that smile scared him to the point of goosebumps.
Glancing at him, he wanted to scream, what are you doing here? But suddenly remembered in the content of the contract there was a clause, someone came to supervise unexpectedly. Don't say a corporation of several hundred people has to ask the president to supervise the lowly employees?
Dong Khanh of course saw the fire in his eyes. He also gave up, actually wanted to call someone to come, but the corporation was a bit busy because the contract was completed with a partner, no one was free. And he was confused, intending to go somewhere to relax, so he accepted this task to run out to watch the sky.
Who would have thought that he would catch Canh Yen's eyes like that when he met him, he naturally wanted to return to his air-conditioned room? Seeing him stand up, gestured for him to sit down. Canh Yen is a 'public private' person anyway, even though he doesn't care about his boss, he doesn't make him lose face. Aunt Giao brought out tea and cake, her eyes were still "in the profession" for a long time, of course, she recognized the strangeness in the two, but did not say anything and continued to cook in the kitchen.
Canh Yen poured a cup of tea, green tea floated on a small tea stem, he lifted the teacup and drank it down: "Scented tea."
Canh Yen smiled, he was a tea drinker, although he didn't know how to make tea or make tea, he just liked to drink it. Listening to his praise, he also enthusiastically said: "Yes, my cousin has a tea hill, this tea is for him. Drinking is very fragrant, although the first sip is a bit acrid, after drinking it, it has a sweet and gentle taste. Drinking this tea helps relax your mind."
Dong Khanh looked at his sparkling eyes showing off his tea and laughed. Think how weak this young man is. Just a polite compliment.
However, he still nodded: "Do you like drinking tea?"
Canh Yen smiled: "Well, although it's not a passion, compared to beer and wine, I prefer tea." Speaking of which, he looked at him and suddenly remembered, asking: "Did the president come to see the drawing? I haven't finished it yet, it's only Tuesday." Three and a half days left, it's too early.
Dong Khanh, of course, couldn't say that he was running away from work, so he just came here, he mused and seemed to be thinking for a while, then said: "I just want to check it out, if you haven't finished it, it's fine for later."
So you can come back.
Canh Yen laughs but inwardly screams. Sit here? It's almost time for someone's meal, are you going to eat it? Why wait for people to chase you back? However, he still quickly poured him another cup of hot tea.
Looking at the cup of tea, the floating tea stalks swirling around in the cup, he did not say, but he already intends to be here to brush his rice. Looking at him with a distorted smile over there, he knew he wanted to kick him out the door. But I don't understand why he wants to stay like that.
Both of them laughed, their eyes clashed fiercely, fortunately, Aunt Giao came out to call them in for lunch. Dong Khanh was polite: "I'm so shy, it's time for dinner, goodbye."
Canh Yen growls, you know you're shy, you've come back a long time ago. But perhaps he couldn't even invite people to a meal, he bit his lip and replied: "Well anyway, it's time to eat, the President comes in to eat with me for fun."
Dong Khanh: "It's so embarrassing." Saying that it was very natural to go inside and sit down to eat rice like it was my home. Jing Yan stood with wide eyes, secretly raised his middle finger, and glared at him.
The table has enough dishes, it looks a bit too much if it's just uncle and aunt, adding him is a bit too much. Aunt Giao brought him a bowl of beef stew cooked with vegetables, the fragrant soup mixed with the smell of beef made his mouth water. The dining table has stir-fried dishes, braised dishes, fried dishes, but each has beef.
Dong Khanh looked at him, his lips twitched, wondering if this young man has an undying passion for beef?
Can't blame him, a pregnant woman craves a lot of things, this morning he complained that he wanted beef, so Auntie Giao cooked for him the whole table was full of beef. You don't even talk to him, do you still have a lot of things to do? If you don't want to eat, you can get rid of it, no one will keep it.
The meal that passed was all beef, whatever he did, and Aunt Giao's skills were very good, eating well but not making people bored. Canh Yen eats all meat, he doesn't eat much rice, he only ate half a cup the whole day, the rest was eaten. Mr. Khanh thinks he has not eaten beef for a long time.
But watching him eat happily, he just found it strangely adorable.
His heart stopped, looking down at the bowl of rice. He suddenly remembered him, this person was not the teenager he had ever met. This person is not someone he should hang out with or play around with. This, he realized a long time ago.
Sighing, he suddenly felt a chill on his back. Turning to look, only saw Aunt Giao scooping soup for him. Aunt Giao is very dedicated, but no one knows, she has realized something very interesting. However, haha, this has to be watched slowly to be more interesting.
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After the meal, he could not find a way to stay. Going to the door to greet him, Canh Yen also chased away the ghost, suddenly seeing why she stayed for so long this year. Closing the door, he turned to go inside the house, lying on the bed. He was tired and secretly bored, lying down without doing anything to make his hands and feet sad, he sat and searched for all sorts of things.
Drawers under the bed, he pulled out a box. The box made of wood was very delicate, it had been here for so long, he couldn't remember when he had left it there. But this time seeing it, Canh Yen couldn't help but feel heartbroken.
Looking at the small photo inside, the shredded pieces of paper all had the other person's writing on them. Teenagers who just started falling in love every year keep those words as treasures. A memory card was kept in a small box, an album with a very childish 'My Love' on the outside. They all keep pictures of that person.
The first girl who brought sunshine to his heart, the one who made him look forward to every night, the first one who made his heart want to pursue. Then the one who hurt him.
Sighing, caressed the picture of the beautiful girl in it. Her face glowed in the morning light. The smile is always shining, as beautiful as the flowers of the sun swaying in the wind. That girl raised her face to the sky, her eyes looking up, looking at someone. Hand raised to wave hello as if to call the other person, she is here.
That year, the ignorant teenager just stood far away and took that photo, the teenager felt it was beautiful, the most beautiful of the photos he had taken. But when he looked up, followed the girl's gaze. His heart ached. Another guy with a nonchalant face leaned on the railing reading a book, the other didn't look down at the girl below. But the girl was still standing there, happily waving her hand...