Uncle Yuan's body was paralyzed on the ground, and the gurgling blood gradually became a pool of water. Xia Liuyi put away the gun, wiped a handful of blood splattered on his face, and said with a blank face, "Call someone you trust to handle it. This matter is kept strictly confidential within the gang."
"His family also dealt with it?" Cui Dongdong asked.
Xia Liuyi paused, turned his head and glared at her, "It's none of their business? Are you taking it seriously?"
Cui Dongdong shrugged, "I don't know if you want to take it seriously? If you want to cook claypot rice with the little grandson in his daughter's belly, I can't help but make a fire and sharpen your knife!"
Xia Liuyi attacked with another eye knife, and Cui Dongdong raised his arms with a grin and made a cross to block the knife, "Just kidding, BOSS!"
…
Xia Liuyi and Cui Dongdong returned to the office of the head office together. The two were embarrassed and murmured. Match the thread to induce the old shopkeeper to show up to meet in person. Once the old shopkeeper's real body is found or it is determined that the old shopkeeper is Xie Yingjie, he will create an opportunity to attack him.
In the early morning, he bid farewell to Cui Dongdong and returned to his lonely village house.
Lying in the deserted bedroom on the second floor, he tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Various figures are constantly floating in my mind, one is Qinglong, another is Xiaoman, another is Promise, another is Jin Maitreya, and another is Xie Yingjie...
But in the end, all the pictures merged into He Chusan's disappointed and indifferent face, He Chusan said: "You go."
Xia Liuyi sighed and raised his arm to cover his face.
It means "creating opportunities". If the old shopkeeper is really Xie Yingjie, or another high-ranking person, how can he create opportunities to get close to the other party? How much does it cost to kill each other? If he was injured again in the process, how sad and disappointed He Chusan would be? Even if it is done, and a deputy police commissioner dies, how big will the police's response be? If he was arrested, or even if he died, how sad and desperate would He Chusan be? - He felt a colic in his heart when he thought of He Chusan like that.
He rolled over, tucked his head under the pillow, and let out a longer, distressed sigh.
…
Early the next morning, Anan, who came to change shifts, received the call of the boss and went into the boss's bedroom. The big guy who hadn't slept for two days and two nights was leaning against the head of the bed, half of his face was marked by the pillow, his hair was messy, and he was smoking a cigarette with a black face.
"Start sending people to follow Mr. He today."
Anan was stunned for a moment, "But Mr. He didn't let him?" He heard the elder sister-in-law asking the big brother to take away the bodyguards while he was outside the door.
Xia Liuyi glared at him, "Fuck he said he wouldn't let him?! Is he a boss or am I a boss?! Follow him! Report his whereabouts for 24 hours!"
Anan hesitated and hesitated, and persuaded the boss very earnestly, "Big boss, or you can go directly to Mr. He to chat? Mr. He cares about you very, very much, but he is a little unhappy in his heart, you can coax him. Coax him, give him a step down."
"I'll give him a fart!" Xia Liuyi said coldly, "He has the guts to not come to me for the rest of his life!"
Anan listened to his tough rhetoric, and then looked at his down-to-earth face, he wanted to laugh very much, but he cherished his life and tried his best to hold it back.
"Yes, I'll arrange it right away." He tried to be serious.
He turned to leave, but was called by Xia Liuyi. Xia Liuyi frowned and instructed him, "Let them lift their spirits and don't be discovered."
"Yes!"
Although Xia Liuyi thought about He Chusan so much, and every pore on his body screamed and yearned for the street boy, but he didn't really expect to get back together immediately - he still has the old shopkeeper to take care of, and now is not the time. Involving He Chusan again - but if he didn't drag He Chusan back quickly, he was worried that Pujiezi would walk away without looking back, and broke up with him seriously.
He was worried about gain and loss, and his heart was full of anxiety and sourness on the verge of losing love, and he felt more and more that love was really fucking terrible.
…
The bodyguards spied on Anan's arrangement, no, they secretly protected the sister-in-law. The person on duty calls Anan three times a day to report the whereabouts of the sister-in-law. They are: "Mr. He is at work." "Mr. He is at work." "Mr. He is at work."
Xia Liuyi listened to it for several days, and couldn't help but burst out, "Fuck he works every day?! He sleeps in the company?!"
"Mr. He sleeps in the company."
Xia Liuyi slapped the table in a heartache, "Fuck workaholic! Where's his father? Don't care about him? Doesn't he have a sister? Where's his stepmother?! No one cares about him?!"
One day later, it was Friday, and the person on duty reported diligently: "Mr. He only worked for one morning, and went out in the afternoon to go shopping with his father, mother and sister."
Xia Liuyi breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this. He felt that Pujiezai finally lived out a personal life in this period of lovelorn.
Standing in the bedroom with his hips on his shoulders, he looked around the room full of clothes, socks, cigarette cases, and wine bottles. It was a mess, and his eyes were scruffy. He suddenly realized that he was living a very impersonal life. Anan finds someone to clean the room.
"Go buy a pack of noodles and come back," he instructed Ah Mao again, "and eggs and choy sum."
Ah Mao took orders and went away without knowing why, and drove to a nearby vegetable market to buy back a piece of noodles, a basket of eggs and a large bag of choy sum. Twenty minutes later, he and Anan stood at the door of the kitchen together, watching the boss cook noodles with his own hands in horror.
The boss is evil? A Mao communicated with Anan with his eyes.
Lost in love and need to vent. Anan returned with a clear look.
"Why are you two standing in a daze?!" The boss started roaring, and slapped the stove vigorously, "Why can't this fire start?!"
"Yes! Boss! We're here!" "Boss, be careful! You don't need to light this with a lighter..." "Boss, this plastic pot can't be boiled..." "Boss, the eggs seem to be cracked first..." "Big Dude, I heard from my grandma that I need to wash the vegetables first..."
The three big men fiddled around in the kitchen for half an hour, and finally brought out a pot of charred brown soup: the upper layer was covered with gray-white foam and white fluff that looked like egg flowers. Take out strands of thoroughly boiled vegetable leaves and mushy noodles.
Xia Liuyi's face was cold, looking at the pot of black batter, he slammed the spoon.
Anan and Ah Mao hide their faces and retreat, waiting for an opportunity to escape.
"What are you running for?" Xia Liuyi, he didn't even want to beat someone, he was full of frustration, "Call for takeout and buy another case of beer."
…
In the afternoon of early spring, the sun is warm, and Mr. Xia is squatting on the grass outside his village house with a beer bottle in a daze. The dog's tail grass that He Chusan planted here a long time ago is stubborn and tenacious. It doesn't need anyone's care. It has grown into a lush and lush patch. Rolling it back and forth in the hand.
He remembered He Chusan's sentence: "You really lack people to manage."
No one cared about him, he couldn't even eat a mouthful of his home-cooked hot noodle soup.
Xia Liuyi patted the dog's tail grass on his chest in a melancholy manner, sat down, and then lay on his back in the grass.
Since I can't enjoy a little family warmth, it is only important to do business. He raised his voice and listlessly issued an order in the grass, "Anan..."
"Yes! Boss!"
"Call Mr. Qiao... I'll invite him to dinner tonight... "
"Yes! Boss!"
…
He Chusan, who was shopping with her parents and Xinxin, suddenly sneezed one after another.
Xinxin jumped forward, hung on his arm, and said happily, "Brother, it is said that when you sneeze, it means that someone misses you, one 'thinking', two 'thinking', if you hit three or more in a row..."
"It means that I might have a cold," He Chusan pushed her forehead away, "stay away from me and be careful of infection."
"Asan, your face is not very good, are you not feeling well?" Wu Ma asked with concern.
"Go back to rest if you're not feeling well, and I'll accompany them both." Abba He said.
"It doesn't matter," He Chusan said with a smile, "I want to be with my family." He looked down at his watch, "It's almost time, I'll take you to a new western restaurant in East Tsim Sha Tsui. ?"
"Wow! Wow! I want to eat lobster!" Xinxin jumped up, holding He Chusan in one hand and grandma in the other. The family walked on chatting and laughing.
…
An hour later, the family sat happily in the western restaurant, listening to Xinxin twitter describing her experiences in art school. The waiter served the cream of mushroom soup, He Chusan picked up the shiny spoon, looked back, and saw the two bodyguards who had followed them all day on the street.
It seemed that his hard-to-find move was a good one. Xia Liuyi couldn't hold back any longer, and if he waited for a while, he might even come to the door and bow his head to admit his mistake.
He quietly dipped the spoon into the bowl. Although he was a little relieved, he couldn't get his energy up to eat and drink - he only felt a little unwell, dizzy, and nauseated.
…
At the same time, a yacht floated on the azure sea under the setting sun, rippling slightly with the waves. On the deck, there was noisily singing and dancing, and several beautiful models in bikinis were stroking and cuddling each other amid the fierce beat of drums, dancing seductively. They divided their troops into two groups, glared at the two bosses on the sofa, jumped, and boldly rode on the legs of the bosses.
Xia Liuyi casually drank the red wine in the glass, seemingly casually pushing the pretty model in his arms. The pretty model almost fell to the ground, and she understood the big guy's meaning with wink. She just sat on his knees and twisted and pretended not to dare to get closer to him.
At the other end of the sofa, Mr. Qiao hugged from side to side, kissed and touched for a while, and then asked the beautiful models to feed wine mouth to mouth. Seeing that Xia Liuyi was absent-minded, he joked loudly, "What's wrong? The pretty girl in my nightclub is tired of sleeping? Come to me next time to pick?"
Xia Liuyi pointed to his dark circles, "I slept with twins last night, and they all sat on the ground sucking dirt! I haven't recovered yet!"
"Hahaha! Brother Shuangdao, you keep all the good stuff for yourself!"
"Of course we have to share the good stuff with Brother Qiao! I wanted to show Brother Qiao today, but it's a pity that the two of them are still lying in bed and can't get up."
Master Qiao understood and laughed loudly. Last night, Xia Liuyi, who was sitting alone on the bed smoking cigarettes all night, also laughed, and while smiling, he waved the pretty model sitting on his lap away, "Go, let them serve the food."
He turned around and said to Grandpa Qiao, "Try the foie gras sauce newly developed by my chef later, and then go to the cabin at night to try the electric bed bought from Brazil? Let the pretty girls play with you. Play 'Video Games'!"
"Hahaha! Xia Shuangdao, or you will live your life!"
"Where, where, there are prizes."
…
After the family finished their meal, Xinxin was still interested in going to the street again, but He Chusan sneezed several times in succession, and his face became more and more haggard. Wu Ma was worried about his body and wanted him to go back to rest first. Abba He suggested that the whole family should send He Chusan home together, and sit in the house of He Chusan by the way—since He Chusan rented the house in Tsim Sha Tsui, my dad hasn't seen it yet!
He Chusan hesitated slightly, but seeing that the whole family was in high spirits, he did not raise any objections. The family happily followed He Chusan back to his small home. Xinxin had been here before, so she walked to the sofa with familiarity, helped her elder brother collect some work materials spread on the coffee table and sofa, and asked Mom and Dad to take a seat.
"Wow, there's all dust on it! How long have you been cleaning up, brother?!"
"I've been busy these few days, and I've been sleeping in the company." He Chusan said, and was criticized by his father and mother for this. He said with a smile that it was all right, and forced himself into the kitchen to boil water and make tea for everyone. When bending over to light the fire, he suddenly felt a burst of dizziness. I don't know if it was just because of lack of sleep during this time, or because he was really sick.
"I'll come, brother." Xinxin got into the kitchen, "go and rest for a while."
He Chusan touched the top of her hair, and felt that she was quite sensible, which was quite gratifying. When he walked out of the kitchen, he found that his father and mother, who had worked hard all his life, couldn't be idle—grandma was picking up for him, and father was sweeping the ground with a broom.
"Mom, Dad, sit down, I'll do it myself."
"Why are you being polite to your dad! Just sit and rest if you're not feeling well!" Abba He pushed him back onto the sofa with a slap in the face. Wu Ma walked to the bedroom, "San, I'll help you get some clothes and put them on. You're afraid you'll catch a cold."
Wardrobe? He Chusan quickly turned around, but it was too late to stop him. Wu Ma had already opened the closet at this time, and when she saw the dense men's clothing inside, she moved. He Chusan's heart was tight, but Wu Ma's face was as usual, she took out a coat and put it on him, "Hurry up and put it on."
She smiled covertly, "Change to a big wardrobe, your clothes won't hang."
Because the small single wardrobe contained the clothes of him and Xia Liuyi. He Chusan knew that she might have discovered the clue during the last wedding, and looked at her with some worry. Wu Ma smiled at him gently again, patted him with her hand on his shoulder, and shook her head gently.
It seems that she didn't tell Abba about her suspicions, and yes, if Abba knew, he would have come to the door with a stick. He Chusan breathed a sigh of relief and cast a grateful look at her.
"Old He, sit down and I'll clean it up." Wu Ma went to care for Abba He again. Father He waved his broom vigorously, "No need! Don't worry about it, watch TV with Asan for a while! Xinxin, burn some tea for your father!"
"It's burning, Dad!"
Wu Ma sat with He Chusan on the sofa, caring for him in a soft voice, "San, how have you been recently?"
"Well, it's fine."
"You work hard. If someone accompanies you to take care of you, Mom and Dad can rest assured." Ma Wu looked into his eyes and said earnestly.
She glanced at Father He who was bending over and sweeping the floor not far away, patted the back of He Chusan's hand, and said in a low voice, "San, although I'm not your own mother, I treat you as my own son. Son, I don't ask him to be rich, rich and full of children and grandchildren, I just want him to be happy all his life. As long as he feels happy, I will feel at ease."
He Chusan has never been cared for by a mother's love in this life. During these days, his heart was violent and rainy. No matter how strong his heart was, he was actually very tormented. He couldn't tell anyone about these ordeals, and he didn't dare to show the slightest bit. Wu Ma's concern and understanding were like a long drought, which made his eyes warm instantly. He couldn't say anything to Wu Ma, just nodded gratefully.
Wu Ma didn't expect that her eldest son would burst into tears with just a few words, and was very surprised. He quickly patted He Chusan on the shoulder to reassure him, then covered Abba He for him, and wiped his eyes with a tissue.
He Chusan quickly adjusted his mood and whispered, "Thank you mom."
"Don't say that. Grandma can't do anything for you either. You are sensible and independent, so don't worry," Wu Ma said, "Xinxin should learn more from you."
"Xinxin is very good, she is already very sensible..."
The two mother and son were chatting on the sofa, Xinxin brought out the tea, "What are you talking about? So happy. Dad, come and drink tea."
"Come on!" Abba He was happy, and finally swept two brooms. With a sudden movement, he saw something glittering in the crevice of the cupboard by the window.
He bent down, stretched out his hand to take it out, and said happily, "Come on, let's see what good things I picked up?"
After speaking, a dazzling large diamond ring appeared in front of everyone. He Chusan's expression changed.
"Why is it a ring?" Father He asked suspiciously, "San, why do you throw such a precious thing everywhere?"
In front of Dad, He Chusan's acting skills have always been negative, and he was caught off guard and guilty of being a thief. He stammered, "I, I don't have it, it's not mine, it's probably the landlord or the previous tenant..."
"There seems to be some words engraved in it," Abba He took out reading glasses from his pocket and put them on, and looked at the light. Just to see it clearly, He Chusan rushed up and grabbed the diamond ring in his hand.
"What are you doing?" Father He became suspicious!
"Don't look at other people's things, I will return them to the landlord tomorrow." He Chusan stepped back.
"Stop!" Abba He shouted, "Asan He! I knew you were going to poop when you raised your butt since you were a child! What the hell do you think your Abba can't see?! What the hell is wrong with this ring? Show it to me!"
He rushed up and grabbed the ring back. He Chusan wanted to stop him, but was glared back by He Abba! Abba He turned the ring to the sky, narrowed his eyes, and saw a line of words engraved on the inner ring of the diamond ring—
R3x61forever
Abba He widened his eyes in disbelief. Even if he couldn't understand the string of English words at the back, he could clearly see the R3 and 61 in the front. Of course, R3 was He Ahsan, 61... Could there be another six? one? !
He Abba's old and immortal mind is a flash of lightning - He Chusan's hidden love behaviors in the past few years, always refused to lead the rich family's daughter in front of him, Xia Liuyi who came to his home for the Spring Festival, wedding The rumors of the neighbors on the street and He Chusan's sneaky, happy and oblivious behavior...
Abba He felt nervous, pushed He Chusan away, rushed to the entrance and opened the shoe cabinet—surely he saw pairs of summer and winter slippers, as well as a few pairs of men's leather shoes that were obviously not He Chusan style. Then I rushed into the bedroom and opened the closet to take a look—the men's clothing was densely packed, and I pulled out two pieces at random. I saw that the flamboyant style of the bag was the standard of Xia Liuyi.
Father He's eyes turned black for a while!
He raised his son, and he had long felt that something was wrong, but no matter how imaginative he was, he couldn't imagine that his son's love object would actually be a man! And he's a gang leader!
How long have you been living together? ! Even a diamond ring!
He was trembling with anger, put on his sleeves and rushed out of the bedroom to He Chusan. Xinxin and Wu Ma rushed to hold him. He turned his head to stare at the two of them, and saw that although the two of them were embarrassed and worried, they were clearly not surprised at all!
"You already knew?!" He shouted at Xinxin and Wu Ma.
"Ah, Dad, calm down first," Xinxin said nervously, "don't be angry, your cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases are not good."
"Yeah, the child can explain it, you sit down first, sit down and talk slowly." Wu Ma also advised tremblingly.
Father He stared at the pale He Chusan across them, "Bad boy! Explain it to me!"
He Chusan opened his mouth blankly and feebly. What could be the explanation? He broke the jar and threw it, biting his head and kneeling on the ground - making it real.
Father He's eyes were splitting, he threw the ring, shook off Ma Wu and Xinxin, picked up the broom and greeted He Chusan!