Chapter Fifteen

  Jiayu touched the corner of his mouth, where Minglang's fist had broken through, and angrily scolded himself, "How dare you come looking for good fortune? You're shameless! You almost got him killed, get out! Get out far, far away, and never show your face in front of him again."

  Ming Lang was pulled by someone and spat at him from a distance with saliva.

  "If you dare to come looking for him again, I'll kill you!"

  "Did you hear that? I'll kill you!"

  This was his former classmate and buddy, but now he's spitting at him and saying he wants to kill him. That ferocious gaze really looked like it wanted to drink his blood and swallow his flesh.

  There's a hittheroadjack in the bar, this music is really making me laugh, damn it, get out.

  Another boy came over with a glass of wine, and under this hazy and ambiguous atmosphere, Gong Xi surprisingly didn't want to refuse. It had been three years since he last held anyone in his arms. The person he wanted was thousands of miles away, and all he could do was silently think of him again and again in his heart, then take matters into his own hands to relieve himself.

  This young boy is very pretty, with fair skin, a fox-like nose and eyes, and a pointed chin that smiles into a small point.

  "Shall we go to your place or mine?"

  The voice was so enchanting, Gong Xi propped up her half-drunk body and hugged him as they swayed out of the bar.

  He was not rejected by Xing Hai, nor was he lucky to be indifferent, nor was he clear in his abusive language. He was no longer lucky, and Ming Lang had announced his ownership of luck to so many people.

  "He's my boyfriend now, did you hear that? You bastard! You idiot, coward!"

  "Get out!" He also told himself to get out, "Get out, far, far away, get out!"

  He really lost his luck, it was his luck, he thought would always be his, forever his, luck.

  But how did it become someone else's?

  "Big brother, can you stand up?" The fox-like boy asked with concern. Gong Xi had gotten drunk in the autumn wind of Beijing and fell onto the stone road of Bar Street like a puddle of mud.

  Autumn in Beijing is really scary, the wind can blow everything away.

  Outside the window on the third floor, there is an elm tree. The branches and leaves of the tree have just grown over the window, and the disorderly and delicate branches are blown by the wind like countless snakes dancing wildly in front of the window.

  The tree's shadow is eerily printed on the wall, like a ghostly hand stretching out in the dark of night, changing and spreading.

  Ming Lang tightened his grip on Lucky's arm: "What's wrong, can't sleep?"

  "It wasn't anything, just woken up by the wind." The whistling wind was inexplicably made a scapegoat.

  The bright silence, just the body closer.

  Two people automatically concealed from each other the fact that they saw Miyabi today, but Akira knew about it, and fortunately, Akira didn't know that Sachi also found out about Miyabi's return.

  "In two days, there's a project that requires going to the South China Sea for testing. I'd like to apply to go, it's just that it'll take some time." Lucky suddenly spoke up and said.

  "How long?"

  "Half a year."

  "Alright, go ahead and apply."

  It's a bit unexpected, every time I'm about to go on a business trip, it's like taking away candy from a child's mouth. He would sulk and throw a tantrum, and I have to coax him left and right to persuade him to let me go. And before leaving, I have to satisfy his physical needs as much as possible, feed him till he's full.

  But this time? Is it too smooth? It's a bit strange to be so smooth. Why is that? Did he already know that he saw Kiyomi today?

  Impossible, how could they know when the logistics support is far away from Building A of the Science and Technology Experimental Building?

  But no matter what, it's good that he can respond. In case Gong Xi comes again, she won't be able to find him. Since things have already turned out this way, then so be it.

  This afternoon, he had thought it through clearly. He was now with Ming Lang, so even if he still loved Gong Xi, he shouldn't meet him again. Knowing that he couldn't put this person in his heart, having further contact would be bad for everyone, especially Ming Lang, who treated him with such sincerity. How could he bear to hurt him?

  Good fortune turned around, under the moonlight looking at Minglang beside him, Minglang closed his eyes, looking peaceful and calm. His profile was also handsome, with a high nose bridge, long eyelids, and a small melon seed face that from the side looked like a beautiful arc.

  Is everything in life predetermined, and is it just the way it's supposed to be? Is love merely a growing experience in life, one that teaches us what loss is and how to cherish the people we have now.

  The next day, Xiao Yun applied to the organization and went to the South China Sea.

  At noon, Minglang was waiting at the door again, one step ahead of him. As soon as they met, Minglang exclaimed: "Don't you say anything first, let me speak."

  Good fortune had to swallow back what he wanted to say, and smiled as he waited for him to speak. Comrades-in-arms kept walking by his side, glancing at them with concentration, and familiar people intentionally nodded and smiled, disturbing Good Fortune's thoughts.

  "I'm also going with you to Nansha. The reports have all been submitted. According to Deputy Liu, eighty percent of them will pass. Are you listening, lucky?"

  "Huh? I'm listening... You said... you said you're also going to the South Sea?!" Lucky was shocked.

  "Hehe, I knew you weren't paying attention just now. Yes, I'm going to the South Sea too, with you."

  It's fortunate that some people are moved, everyone knows how tough it is there, so no one wants to go. The organization has mobilized several times, but the number of applicants is still very small.

  "Suit yourself, you don't have to accompany me if you don't want to."

  "Alright, let's go, what's the big deal. Who cares about who, hurry up and get lunch, today they have my favorite stir-fried broccoli."

  "Be bright, let go of your hands, don't let others see." In the troops, they were still cautious in their dealings with each other. This was also what Minglang's father had repeatedly instructed them to do.

  "It's nothing." Minglang still didn't mention that he had exposed their relationship to everyone yesterday, of course, in a very public way. He estimated that except for some high-ranking leaders, the whole school already knew about it. As for the consequences, Minglang had no idea what they would be like, but yesterday's situation hadn't given him time to think before speaking out, and now regret was useless. He just hoped that this application could be approved quickly, so he and Lucky could leave here as soon as possible, letting time dilute the impact of this incident, which might be the best solution after all.