During the first week of Shang Ke and Lu Xiufan in Linde Town, they visited various high-end hotels and characteristic B&Bs, collected more than a dozen sets of commemorative dynamic postcards, took hundreds of photos, and left their footprints everywhere.
Lu Xiufan is enriching their "treasure box" little by little, doing everything he can to not leave any regrets in this life.
The two walked hand in hand to the scenic belt along the river, where many idle artists such as playing and singing, portraits and sculptures gathered, and many elderly people gathered in groups to play chess and chat.
Shang Ke watched it for a while, and suddenly said to Lu Xiufan, "Let's play, shall we?"
"Competition? Compared to what?"
Shang Ke took a few steps and stood in the square with his hands spread out, as if showing the world: "Let's see who can be the most dazzling person here today."
Lu Xiufan stared at him deeply, in his eyes, no one was more dazzling than him.
"Okay." It doesn't matter whether you win or lose, it's just for fun.
Lu Xiufan was born in a noble family, and he had the majesty and aura of a high-ranking person, and he was the center of attention wherever he went. In order to cover up his bluffing aura, Shang Ke specially matched him with a pair of plain glasses and put on a set of casual clothes. After dressing up, Shang Ke had only two words - ghost.
Some people are born without plasticity, and in the entertainment industry, they can only rely on their faces to pretend. Shang Ke absolutely does not admit that his shaping ability is too poor or that he deliberately retains his scum.
Although the renovation is not very successful, at least it will not make people retreat at a glance.
Standing among a group of chess players, Lu Xiufan's tall and straight figure instantly added a bit of chill to the atmosphere at the scene. Even the two sides who were fighting felt the pressure from the outside world. In one bad game of chess, the army was defeated. The atmosphere of pressure.
After watching a few games, Lu Xiufan directly presented a limited edition commemorative gold coin to challenge the "chess king" here. The economic value of commemorative gold coins is only tens of thousands of yuan, but the number is rare and has great collection value.
When the "chess king" saw the gold coin, he readily accepted Lu Xiufan's challenge.
The two are evenly matched, the layout is exquisite, and the top players are frequent, which makes the chess players around them feel very addicted.
During the match, Lu Xiufan habitually raised his head and looked at the place where Shang Ke was standing just now, but found that he was gone, his heart tightened, and he stood up suddenly, causing everyone to back away in fright.
Lu Xiufan's eyes swept around quickly. Although guards were arranged to protect him in secret, he was always uneasy when he couldn't see him.
At this moment, a melodious sound of the saxophone (a musical instrument similar to saxophone) suddenly came from not far away, with a pleasant rhythm, slowly drifting into Lu Xiufan's ears.
He followed the sound, and under the sculpture in the square, Shang Ke was holding a zither and playing it attentively. White sculptures, fluttering leaves, golden musical instruments, elegant players... constitute a beautiful picture.
The surrounding noise seemed to have disappeared, leaving only a lunatic looking at his lover from afar.
"I said, can't you play yet?" Uncle "chess king" who was ignored was upset and interrupted Lu Xiufan's thoughts by tapping on the pieces.
Lu Xiufan regained his senses, took his seat again, and continued the game. The sound of music flowed gently in his ears, like a lover's comfort, Lu Xiufan's chess path gradually became uncertain, less chilling and more elegant. The style of painting suddenly changed, but it caught the opponent a little off guard.
After several struggles, the "chess king" finally lost by half a son. At the same time, Shang Ke's performance also ended.
Lu Xiufan declined the "Chess King"'s request to play another game, crossed the crowd, and was about to find Shang Ke when he casually caught a glimpse of someone selling flowers next to him, and he bought a rose.
Lu Xiufan walked over to Shang Ke Qian and handed him the rose: "Congratulations on your successful performance."
With a smile in his eyes, Shang Ke revealed the hand hidden behind him, also holding a rose: "Congratulations on your victory."
The two stood in the square, each holding a rose and looking at each other tenderly. This picture, accurately captured by a photographer, will forever freeze...
In the end, the match between the two ended in an infinite show of love, and no one cared about winning or losing.
"How did you know that I won that game of chess just now?" Lu Xiufan asked suddenly during the meal.
"If you lose," Shang Ke replied while moving the knife and fork, "You will walk more gracefully than usual."
Lu Xiufan: "I... don't walk gracefully?"
"It's not that you're not elegant, but the worse your mood and the worse your situation, the higher your elegance value. On the contrary, when you're in a very good mood, you often forget etiquette. For example, now," Shang Ke tapped the cup lightly with a table knife, "Your fork took my tenderloin and your left leg is teasing my right."
Lu Xiufan: "..." The evidence was conclusive, and he was powerless to refute it.
While the two were having a meal and teasing each other, a middle-aged man suddenly laughed from the next door: "Are you a promise-keeper? How pitiful that you were sent out by your parents to work when you were young?"
"Sir, your food is ready, do you need anything else?" the waiter said with a blank expression.
"Yes, come here and dine with me."
"Sorry, sir, I'm only responsible for passing dishes, not accompanying guests."
"It doesn't matter, as long as your employer agrees, I'll tell him." Then he took out the contactor and started to make phone calls without anyone else.
The waiter stood silently on the side until the middle-aged man finished the phone call and received a text message from his employer asking him to unconditionally meet the request of the guest today, and he raised his head slightly. With a pair of godless eyes, he quietly watched everything in front of him.
The middle-aged man pulled him to his side and touched him regardless of the occasion, with a wretched smile on his face. The waiter just endured silently without making a sound.
Lu Xiufan put down his knife and fork with a gloomy expression, took out the contactor, and quickly sent out a string of passwords. But after a long time, several tall men walked into the restaurant, went straight to the middle-aged man's table, and walked out of the restaurant without saying a word.
"Who are you? Where do you want to take me? Security, security!" The middle-aged man shouted and was led out of the restaurant. A security guard came to stop him in the middle. As a result, seeing the documents the other party showed, he immediately returned. .
Shang Ke looked at the dumb-looking waiter, but didn't say anything.
Lu Xiufan comforted: "He's all right, you don't have to worry." As for the wretched middle-aged man, he had to break three legs.
"Escaped this time, and next time." Shang Ke said lightly, "Did you see the bruise under his collar? He may have been abused often."
Because the promise-keeper has no feelings and a weak sense of self-protection, even if he is tortured to death, he will not feel sad for himself.
This unfair status quo cannot be changed by a few laws and regulations, at least not within a few decades.
"What are you going to do?" Seeing Shang Ke's thoughtful expression, Lu Xiufan couldn't help asking.
"I want to... build a school." Shang Ke looked up at Lu Xiufan and said earnestly, "A school exclusively for promise-keepers."
The first psychotherapeutic agents developed only repaired the brains of promise-keepers and extended their lifespans, but did not reshape their damaged emotional cells. They are still accustomed to living step by step, and since this is the case, he has formulated a basic code of conduct, so that all promise-keepers learn how to protect themselves and how to fight for their rights.
"Then let's build it." As long as it was something Shang Ke wanted to do, he would support it unconditionally.
Shang Ke paused and said, "I plan to spend three years preparing."
In the past, he had a mission to die, so he had no scruples and was not afraid of causing trouble. But now it was different. He wanted to grow old with his lover and live happily ever after, so he had to consider Lu Xiufan's situation before doing anything.
He could be Lu Xiufan's weakness, but he couldn't be someone else's weakness to attack him. Within three years, remain anonymous, keep a low profile, and plan for the future. When Lu Xiufan clears up all the hidden dangers, he will be able to be with him aboveboard and do what he wants to do.
At this point, he could still wait.
Lu Xiufan was a little surprised that Shang Ke delayed the school building plan until three years later, so he didn't think much about it at the time. It was not until later that he accidentally discovered a business plan on Shang Ke's computer that he understood his thoughts.
He wanted to have enough to protect his wealth, and the strength to fight alongside him. Instead of hiding under his wings like he is now, always worrying that he will become a burden to him.
"Coco, I love you." Lu Xiufan decided to develop the habit of confessing once a day.
Shang Ke was lying on the bed drowsily: Can you not confess after ejaculating? He didn't have the energy to respond at all. Well... don't confess while he's ejaculating, lest every time he hears it he thinks he's going to ejaculate, and then prepares to wait until he ejaculates and it doesn't. Wouldn't it be embarrassing...
A month later, Lu Xiufan received a coded letter from his subordinate, which translated in vernacular as: [My brother, come back quickly! Without you in town, the capital began to dance with demons again. The queen is depressed and sick, the old brother's boudoir is not "sex", and the world has turned gray.]
Lu Xiufan ignored his brother's complaints. This guy is good at everything, but he is lazy and doesn't want to take care of things. And he still remembered the fact that he killed Shang Ke by mistake. Although it is not to express anger and resentment, it is also difficult to let go.
Thinking of this, Lu Xiufan couldn't help but feel vigilant. no! He had to remind Shang Ke to stay away from Lu Xiuqi, lest he suddenly explode and hurt others. Who knows if history will repeat itself! For Shang Ke, that guy is definitely a dangerous element that must be strictly guarded!
"Coco, when you see this person in the future, turn around and leave immediately. Don't approach him within 20 meters, and don't talk to him." Lu Xiufan pointed to Lu Xiuqi's photo and warned him very cautiously.
Shang Ke stared at the photo for a while, then hesitantly said: "...If I read it right, he seems to be the queen's husband, your brother?"
"Yes, but he's not a good person." In order to make Shang Ke realize the danger of someone, Lu Xiufan slandered his brother's character without limit.
"Well, if you insist, I'll try to avoid him."
"My Coco is really considerate." Lu Xiufan was satisfied, but he was not ashamed again.
Sure enough, as long as someone is in a good mood, they will reveal their true colors...
The author has something to say: Little Theater—
Brother Lu: Why did Xiao Ke see run away when he saw me
Lu Xiufan: Because you look disgusting.
Brother Lu: This is not true. Even if I get punched, it will not be more disgusting than you.
Lu Xiufan: Okay, thank you for giving me this opportunity Y(^_^)Y
Brother Lu: ○|￣|_┌