Chapter Sixteen

  "You have to chase after it, you can only hold the wind in your arms by running, right?"

  That fox-like charming boy leaned against the kitchen counter, holding a cup of coffee and looking at him with a clear face. "Love him, you have to tell him, want to give him happiness, you have to chase after his footsteps."

  "Don't give up, don't let yourself regret."

  The boy's eyes gazed out the window, as if looking at a very distant place, or perhaps it was his past. He warned Gu Xi with the scars of his own painful experiences not to lose the opportunity in front of him now.

  "What did I say to you last night?" Gong Xi asked bewilderedly in this completely unfamiliar environment.

  "Nothing was said."

  ……

  "What...what did I just do?"

  "Haha." The boy seemed to be laughing at a country bumpkin, throwing his head back and grinning, "You didn't do anything."

  Palace joy awkwardness.

  "Alright, drink up the coffee in front of you and let's go."

  After finishing speaking, he put down the coffee in his hand and walked out of the kitchen by himself.

  Jiawu walked out of that exquisite and closed community, still feeling bewildered. Should he chase after her? Or give up? Did he even have the right to do so anymore?

  On an autumn morning, the air was crisp and bright, with a clean scent in the sunlight. The streets were bustling with people, and a middle-aged man pedaled his bicycle hard, while the woman behind him had a somewhat excessive figure, which made him have to work even harder to ride against the wind quickly. However, they were very happy, and their faces were filled with happiness.

  Gong Xi remembered when he was in school, he often rode on the back seat of a bicycle, carrying Lucky quickly through the students rushing to class, on that small road between the woods, and by the lake in the campus.

  The sunshine at that time was also so clean, passing through the leaves and falling on them. He often told Lucky some cold jokes, but always made Lucky laugh loudly.

  A taxi driver happened to stop by the side of the road, and a passenger got out after paying. Gong Xi directly opened the car door and sat in.

  "Accept and obey."

  "Chengde? Taking a taxi will cost you quite a bit of money, why don't you take the large bus instead?"

  "Are you in a hurry?"

  "Ah, one look at you and I can tell something's wrong, your complexion doesn't look too good."

  This master is like most Beijing taxi drivers, very enthusiastic and talkative. Gong Xi didn't want to speak, just nodded repeatedly.

  "Why don't you just close your eyes and sleep for a while, this road is long, it'll take a while."

  Jiayuan closed her eyes as she had said, and only then did the master close his mouth.

  Gong Xi and others were in the reception room of the gatekeeper, he didn't know if Yong would come out or not, but he didn't want to drag him out like yesterday, Yong had the right to decide whether to see him or not, all he could do was wait.

  Jianguo didn't expect that Yongyun would really come out to see him, and in the moment when he saw Yongyun slowly walking towards him from afar, he was so excited that he seemed like he was going crazy.

  At the age of three, Gong Xi's face had not changed much, still with a round face, dark skin, small bright eyes, and when she smiled, her mouth would curve into a big arc, and one hand would scratch her head with a slightly shy look.

  Lucky gazed at the palace entrance, feeling as if time had suddenly turned back to the past. When he received the phone call from the gate guard, his heart hesitated again and again, wavering repeatedly, and in just thirty minutes, he felt like he had lived through half a century, yet he still couldn't bear the turmoil in his heart.

  "I thought you wouldn't come see me," said Gong Xi nervously.

  Lucky smiled lightly: "What's up."

  "Can we find a place to sit and talk?"

  "Okay," said Lucky after hesitating for a moment.

  "Lucky, what are you thinking?"

  The TV has been switched to the opera channel, Xu Ce's song is over, it's clear that Lucky hasn't realized yet, his body is still here, but his soul has long since disappeared.

  "Oh, nothing, nothing."

  "Huh? How did I end up watching Peking Opera?"

  Good fortune has finally been found.

  "I've been watching for half a day already." Ming Lang said lightly, pressing the buttons on the remote control heavily.

  "Oh, I was thinking about our trip to the South China Sea, it's going to take at least half a year, there are so many things we need to prepare."

  "Is that so?" A bright and cold retort.

  Lucky's eyes widened as if he had just seen what he was thinking: "Ah, yeah." Lucky casually glanced up at the clock on the wall, "It's almost ten o'clock, I'll go take a shower and get to bed early today."

  Looking at the lucky one who was caught in a lie and panicked, Ming Lang's inner anger was suppressed again and again. Until today, he still can't let go of that person. He abandoned him, making him suffer so much, but now he's back, just lightly hooking his finger and he ran over like a hound dog. Even with people around, he's already lost his soul. It's really despicable! Shouldn't he be treated well, but tortured and humiliated instead? Only then will he remember you and fall in love with you!

  "Let's go together." A bright voice sounded coldly behind Lucky, who was stunned for a moment and turned back: "You take the bath first then."

  "No, together bath." Minglang dragged Lucky to the bathroom.

  "Let go! Let go!" Lucky's heart had a faint sense of resentment, Ming Lang's malicious thoughts had already flowed out like a sour liquid.

  Ming Lang stared at Lucky: "Why? Why are you hiding from me?"

  "No. I just don't want to be too crowded." Lucky said calmly, watching the bright face turn darker and darker, his eyes becoming more and more furious, Lucky knew he was about to get angry.

  "Too crowded? One person's heart is filled with two people, it's too crowded."

  "Lucky shock," "What did you say, nothing."

  "Heh heh." Ming Lang coldly laughed and said, "Then what are you guilty of?"

  "Are you just a piece of trash? Are you comfortable only when you're being abused, hurt, trampled on and humiliated?"

  "Bang!"

  This slap was too sudden, Lucky was stunned, the contact between flesh and flesh with wind, loud and startling.

  "Are you crazy? Bright!"

  Luckily he didn't hit back, he just wanted to shake off Ming Lang's hand that was pulling his arm.

  "Am I crazy?! I'm crazy, and not only am I crazy, but I'm also an idiot."

  Ming Lang suddenly pushed down Lucky, and Lucky's head heavily hit the corner of the sofa. The back of his head was severely impacted, and he felt a sudden blackout in front of him before recovering again. His head was buzzing with pain, feeling dull and aching.

  Ming Lang was riding on his body, slapping, punching and raining down on him. Luckily, he came to after half a day of dizziness from the impact, and both hands grasped Ming Lang's hands tightly.

  "Snap out of it! Snap out of it! Are you awake? Have you gone mad?"

  "Halt!"