Chapter Thirty

  After getting familiar with Ding Ling, I realized that she is a woman who is cold on the outside but warm on the inside. Her personality is straightforward and refreshing, without any of the usual feminine delicacy or pretentiousness, actually very easy to get along with.

  Lucky turned around and smiled at her, saying: "When did you get on? I didn't even see you."

  "Hah, your eyes only have him, no me!" Ding Ling teased.

  Lucky's face turned red with embarrassment, and he hastily explained: "Nonsense, you're such a beautiful girl, my eyes are only on you."

  "Huh, still talking nonsense, I heard you're a down-to-earth person." Ding Ling raised her thick and dense eyebrows, her apricot kernel-like eyes smiled with deep meaning.

  Lucky felt even more embarrassed, so he could only look away at the sea surface, covering his face that was burning with shame.

  "Really? Who told you about me?" Lucky asked suddenly.

  Ding Ling smoothed out her hair, which had been blown into a mess by the sea breeze, and smiled happily at him: "Guess what?"

  Palace is delighted.

  Luckily, as soon as the words came out, they surprised Ding Ling, who asked in surprise: "How did you guess?"

  Xīngyùn smiled silently, looking at Dīng Líng. The blue sky and sea in the background set off Xīngyùn's sunny and handsome appearance even more. Suddenly, Dīng Líng burst out laughing: "No wonder."

  "What's so strange?" Curious Good Luck asked.

  "No wonder some people are so infatuated." Ding Ling said, turning around and walking towards the cabin, leaving Hengyun stunned in place. Who was she talking about? Gong Xi?

  Gong Xi arrived in Macau and spent his days wandering the streets, sometimes disguising himself. In reality, he didn't have much substantial work to do, and what he needed to collect was just public opinion. Hong Kong and Macau, as two special administrative regions, had different management systems from the mainland due to historical reasons. The work Gong Xi did in these two places was actually being done by the National Security Bureau before their return.

  Although the days are spent leisurely, my heart has always been hanging and cannot be at peace. Since Gong Xi returned from Germany, this heart has never been at ease. Three years of longing for each other, thinking that returning would mean a reunion. At that time, his father promised very well, as long as three years passed without any changes in luck, he would let the two of them be together.

  But he came back, and his dad told him that Lucky had long been waiting for him. He didn't believe it, so he went to look for Lucky, but Xing Hai instead told him to get lost and stay away from his little brother.

  It wasn't until he got in touch with Wu Zuoyu that he understood what had happened. It turned out that his father hadn't taken care of Lucky for a whole day, and even made him stand in the snow and ice all day, almost getting acute pneumonia and dying. He also lied to Lucky, saying that he had chosen his career over love. After hanging up Wu Zuoyu's phone, Gong Xi was so anxious that he thought he would die. He wanted to find Lucky, explain everything clearly to him, and apologize to him, even if it meant going through thick and thin, as long as he could forgive him.

  But he didn't have this chance anymore, fortunately Ming Lang was with him.

  Watching him with someone else, his heart is like a knife, but he dare not tell good fortune to leave him and come back to my side again.

  He doesn't have the face to say such things.

  But his heart was always thinking of good fortune, this feeling was too torturous, just like putting his heart on a stone mill, every day, every moment, it was being squeezed and ground into pieces bit by bit, painful to the point of bleeding.

  No choice, can only do the same as in the past three years, think of him, take out that old mobile phone and look at those photos taken when flipping through Lucky Home, one by one, every detail of those photos he has already remembered clearly, but still can't help but look, the more I look at him, the deeper the imprint in my heart.

  Longing for a long time made it unbearable, Gong Xi stood on the balcony of her apartment, looking at the dark night outside the window, a bright yellow moon, thinking of Xiang Yun in Nanyang, wondering if he was also looking up at this beautiful moon.

  Jing Xi couldn't help but dial Huan Yun's phone number, but the signal on the sea was poor, and nine out of ten times it wouldn't go through.

  Tonight, Gong Xi's heart is in turmoil, with thoughts of longing, fear, and yearning all tangled together. He just wants to dial that number, without even thinking about the call connecting. Because he's afraid that if it does connect, he really doesn't know what to say. He's already reached his breaking point, torn between the guilt that forces him to give up and the love that makes him unable to let go.

  He is a man of iron, but he can't withstand such repeated torture between ice and fire. Since his return, he has been criticized, but who has thought that he is also a victim, the pain in his heart is not one bit less than those who are lucky.

  But no one comforted him, no one understood him. He could only choose to endure it alone. But now he can't bear it anymore, really can't bear it. He wants to tell that person that he loves him, has always loved him. Can he have another chance, return to his side and use a lifetime to make up for the pain he brought?

  The phone rang for just two rings before it was answered.

  "Lucky, that warm voice came from the receiver: 'Hello, is it Gong Xi?'"

  The one phone call Gong Xi didn't want to answer actually got through?!

  Is this really fate?

  "Why aren't you saying anything?" Lucky asked from the other end of the phone.

  "Ah, ah, uh, did you sleep?" Gong Xi was flustered for a moment and didn't know what to say.

  "Hehe, not yet."

  "Working overtime again?" Gong Xi's voice suddenly rose by eight degrees, all fear replaced with worry.

  "Ah, no, on the deck, looking at the moon."

  Jiade's brain buzzed and he felt all his blood rushing to his head, as if everything around him had come to a standstill.

  "Palace, are you listening?"

  "Ah, yes." Gong Xi responded dazedly.

  "Can you see the moon?"

  Jiachen fell silent for a moment before responding: "I can."

  "How big, how beautiful, is it?"

  "Yes."

  "Jiayou, what are you thinking about? What's wrong? Is there something bothering you?" Xingyun seemed to have sensed Jiayou's unusual emotions.

  Gong Xi fell silent again for a long time before speaking up once more: "Xing Yun, I want to ask you something."

  This time it was Lucky Silence's turn, he guessed what Gong Xi wanted to ask.

  "Lucky, do you still love me?"

  The other end of the phone was silent for a while before Lucky slowly said: "I love you!"

  This word is short and firm, but the waiting time is long, yet the answer is without hesitation.

  Jiayang looked up, closed her eyes, and clear tears flowed down her cheeks.

  A man has tears that he doesn't easily shed, but at this moment, these tears are uncontrollable, and Gong Xi didn't want to stop their flow.

  His luck, after bringing so much harm to himself, still chose to love himself. Is this a blessing from heaven? If there are really gods in the sky, then I thank you, thank you for granting me good fortune and letting me meet him, and getting his love.

  Lucky guessed that Gong Xi was silently shedding tears, Gong Xi was like a heart growing in his body, beating with his own heart, his joys and sorrows were his own.

  "Gong Xi, I miss you."

  This is what he has been lucky enough to say for a long time, and today he finally said it out loud.

  Jiayu was sobbing uncontrollably on the other end of the phone, that night, with moonlight and a gentle breeze, on the arc of the earth, two people in love had found each other again.