Chapter Thirteen

  Some people's lives are like a play, with dramatic encounters and dramatic misses. The match between Lucky and Gong Xi wasn't dramatic, but the various missed opportunities between them were absolutely dramatized to the extreme.

  Ming Lang finally got the "beauty" back with the help of his old man, and he was overjoyed. As soon as he returned from overseas, he took Lucky on a trip abroad. In fact, he wanted to avoid Gong Xi, knowing that one's patience is limited. After making several attempts and still not finding Lucky, he thought Gong Xi would give up and stop pestering him. So, rather than staying in the country and dealing with him, it was better to hide out, far away, until his sharp edge wore off, and the crisis would naturally be resolved.

  "Go to Australia, dive, see the Great Barrier Reef."

  As soon as Lucky heard diving, he suddenly thought of Gong Xi again. On his birthday, he took him to skydive and dive. He said: "With the fish as witnesses, I, Gong Xi, this life, next life, reincarnation, love Lucky!"

  He couldn't help but let out a wry smile.

  "Hehe, don't like it?" Ming Lang naturally guessed that her boyfriend was thinking of his ex-boyfriend again, and dryly laughed twice, pretending not to have seen anything.

  "How about changing places, why not go to Europe, UK, France, Italy, they're all good."

  "It's getting late, I'm about to go report for work, I'll head back home and take a look first."

  "No way!"

  A loud and urgent interruption startled Lucky, "What's wrong? I'm just going home, why such a big reaction?"

  "Oh, oh, it's nothing, nothing. I just thought, didn't your dad say to let you play here for two days? You're leaving now, it's as if I'm not treating you well enough. How am I supposed to face my father-in-law in the future?" Minglang also knew he had lost his composure earlier and his eyes were darting around awkwardly. He guessed that Gongxi must have gone to the small town and met Lucky's parents, which was why Lucky's dad called to say not to let him come back. So, no matter what, he couldn't let Lucky go home."

  Europe was still there, but how good was the intention of twisting the lover's kindness. It was just that whether it was London, Manchester, Windermere or Paris, Milan, Florence, they were all like flowers in the fog, moon in the water, flashing before one's eyes, and disappearing into the heart like clouds and smoke.

  Ming Lang used to like the carefree and serene appearance of good fortune, with a hint of detachment from worldly affairs. However, he now hates this very same carefree and serene appearance, as if nothing can spark his interest or bring about his rare smile.

  They returned from Italy and went directly to Beijing, without having time to go home, so they had to report to the military department directly. When they walked out of Terminal 3, Gong Xi was walking out of Terminal 1. When they got into the black sedan that came to pick them up, Gong Xi just walked out of the main entrance of the airport terminal. As their car drove on the highway from Beijing to Chengde, Gong Xi was taking the airport shuttle bus towards Inner Street in Beijing's Second Ring Road.

  It was just a fleeting encounter. Luckily, even when walking in the airport lobby, I felt something and stopped to look around, but it was all unfamiliar.

  Good luck and Minglang arrived at the troops, quickly integrating into their new life. Good luck was in charge of testing, where new weapon developments would be sent for data detection to see if they met functional requirements. Some large-scale aviation, warships, and submarine weapons also required physical testing, so occasionally he had to travel on business. Minglang, who was in charge of logistics, had a relatively easy time, basically doing nothing every day. The thing that kept him busiest was chasing after Good Luck, trying his best to please him, doing things he could do to express his love for Good Luck, how deep and sincere it was.

  "Xiao Xing, get ready with the data on those two new types of handguns this afternoon. Comrades from the National Security Bureau are coming over."

  "Good." Xing Yun hastily nodded. No one here called him Lucky, they all addressed him with proper pronunciation and tone as Xing Yun or Little Xing.

  Good fortune is just beginning to get used to, but it's okay once you're adapted, just like all the discomforts, slowly, one time, two times, three times... ten times, a hundred times, you'll get used to it and think it's normal, that's how it should be.

  At noon, I had lunch with Minglang in the cafeteria. Minglang was holding his hand again, chattering to himself about how much he missed him this morning, and it's like that every day, thinking about him, loving him, and talking about it endlessly.

  Xingyun could only nod while eating: "I know, I know."

  "Did you miss me?" Ming Lang asked, still being as willful as a child.

  "Thought about it, thought about it." Luckily, busy nodding continuously, if not, the bright little face would be twisted together, and the gloomy sky wouldn't clear for half a day.

  "You're just patronizing me." Minglang glared at Lucky with a pouting expression.

  "No, really, I've thought about it. Eat quickly, I have a demo this afternoon." Xingyun hastily comforted him, while putting two pieces of broccoli from his own plate into Minglang's, which he loved to eat.

  Got lucky guarantee and concern, brightened up with satisfaction, eating with a smile.

  The small conference room was specially set up to receive high-ranking military officers with fewer people. Fortunately, I arrived at the meeting room ten minutes before the demonstration meeting, connected my laptop and projector, and first played a PPT to check that everything was fine, and then waited for everyone's arrival.

  It was still a while before the appointment, and the door of the conference room was pushed open. Xingyun looked towards the doorway and was stunned on the spot.