The Plough

Chapter 125

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"I haven't seen you for a long time, you seem to have lost weight."

Ya Qi's chin was lifted, she heard Ling Shu say so.

But in fact, she didn't hear what the other party said at all, and only felt that Ling Shu's breath was close at hand.

Intoxicated.

"Has it gotten ugly?"

Ya Qi touched her face subconsciously, she was very concerned about Ling Shu's opinion.

"No, you're still as beautiful as before, even if you're thin, I still like you to be fatter and fleshier."

Ling Shu said frivolous words on her lips, but in fact she just reached out and pinched her face, completely different from those customers who like to act dishonestly.

"Rose, where did you get these grapes?" he asked the dancer on the other side.

"It was freshly shipped today, Ling Shaozhen really knows the goods." Rose said with a smile, the prudence and youthfulness of the first meeting was gone.

This place is like a big dye vat. When the white cloth comes in, even if it is not dyed black and blue, at least it must be dyed pink.

"Go get me some more, how can this little bit be enough for us?"

Ling Shu opened her mouth, and Rose walked away.

Recently, she has been a little bit mean to say goodbye to Ya Qi. Many of the guests who like to find Ya Qi have been pulled over by her, and she has some ambitions to compete for the first dancer of Jade Leng Cui.

Ya Qi is not a fool, she naturally understands it, but the two of them are friendly and friendly, and all the undercurrents are unknown, and she doesn't want to let Ling Shu know about this, which ruins her good impression of herself.

When he was distracted, there was an extra sachet in the palm of his hand.

"Which beautiful lady gave you this? I don't want anything from others."

She pretended to be jealous, to hide the sourness in her heart.

Ling Shu said, "Open it and have a look."

Yaqi pouted and took off the ribbon on the sachet, her expression turned surprised.

There were actually several rolls of U.S. dollar bills and some white flowers inside, and the sachets were stuffed to the brim.

"This, Young Master Ling?"

"Take it, it's all clean money. Haven't you always wanted to leave Feilengcui? This place is not suitable for you. Find relatives who have defected first. It's not safe to be alone outside. Also, your money will not be revealed."

At the beginning, He Youan left him a lot of rewards, and Ling Shu donated most of them, and some left them for the orphans of the He family, and the rest were all in this sachet.

Yaqi's eyes were red.

"Thank you Ling Shao, but this money is not easy for you to come by. I can't take it..."

Ling Shu said lazily, leaning back on the sofa, impatient with her sobbing demeanor.

"Okay, okay, don't get tired of it, put it away quickly, and if Rose sees it when she comes back, she will definitely go to Taipan to complain, and you won't be able to get a penny!"

Ya Qi caught a glimpse of Rose walking out of the corner of her eye. Before she could say more, she quickly put the sachet on her body and lowered her head to adjust her expression.

When she raised her head again, she was that charming dancer Yaqi again.

"You treat me so well, but you refuse to touch me. Others will buy my street clock, but you have never bought it."

There is no lack of resentment in these words. In fact, if Ling Shu was willing to touch her, Ya Qi herself would be willing to pay her back.

Ling Shu lifted her chin and looked left and right.

"I don't like resentful women, I like the way you smile, as sweet as a honeydew melon."

Yaqi laughed out loud. "Why not grapes?"

She felt that her slender waist was wrapped around her long arms, and Ling Shu's whole body came over, her heartbeat could not help missing a beat, two beats, three or four beats.

"Because the grapes are still a little sour, it's hard to put your mouth down when you occasionally eat a sour one."

The two remained in this position for several minutes.

Ya Qi felt like a little girl who didn't know the world, she didn't know where to put her hands and feet.

In addition to the red face and ears, it was a little strange.

"You're hiding from the man behind? He's been standing there for a while. Is he a spy? Or a bad guy?"

Ya Qi asked in a low voice, almost sticking to his ear, a little meaning to push the boat with the current.

"Shh."

Ling Shu only returned a single syllable.

Ya Qi was completely red from cheeks to the roots of her ears, and the heat had a tendency to spread to her neck.

Fortunately, the lights were dim, so I couldn't see clearly.

Rose's eyes were hot, and she also came over to snuggle and act like a spoiled child.

"Young Master Ling, do you want to dance? You only danced a dance with Sister Yaqi when you came here today, and you haven't danced with me yet. You can't be biased!"

"Dancing or tipping, which one do you choose?" Ling Shu joked.

Rose rolled her eyes, "Then I still choose to dance."

"OK then."

Ling Shu shrugged, grabbed her weak and boneless hand and stood up, and the two walked towards the dance floor.

Yaqi glanced back.

The man was still standing in the shadow of the corner.

He was tall and lean, leaning against the wall, and lit a cigarette with his head down.

Ya Qi couldn't see his appearance, but from his temperament and demeanor, he could vaguely guess that this person would definitely not be difficult to see.

It's a pity that no matter how good-looking she is, she can't compare to her Ling Shao.

After the dance finished, Ling Shu took Rose's hand and came back.

The latter was dripping with sweat and his face flushed red.

Ya Qi responded in time and handed Ling Shu a glass of wine, and by the way, she turned her head along Ling Shu's line of sight.

She snorted, "The man is gone."

Ling Shu didn't speak, and sent Rose to open another bottle of wine.

"Have you seen him?" He teased Yaqi.

Ya Qi said delicately, "If so, would you be jealous?"

Ling Shu raised his head and drank most of the wine in the glass, telling the truth: "No."

Ya Qi knew the answer, but she was still a little sour.

"You haven't told me who that person is? The bad guy following you, do you want me to call the police?"

Ling Shu laughed: "I'm a policeman."

"Then next time he comes again, how should I deal with it, if I ask you?"

Speaking of which, she was a little nervous.

"He is my friend, not a bad guy, nor a spy." Ling Shu said.

Ya Qi didn't believe it: "Then why didn't you two say hello?"

Ling Shu blinked: "Would you believe me if I said he liked me?"

Ya Qi giggled: "I believe it, why don't you believe it? You, Ling Shao, likes even a woman. I wouldn't be surprised if there is a man!"

Ling Shu sighed, as if it were true or false: "There is no way, people with great charm always have such troubles!"

Ya Qi was still curious: "Then you rejected him? Are you still friends now?"

Ling Shu: "Let me tell you a story."

"There are two people, they were childhood sweethearts, they grew up together, and they had a good relationship. The man told the woman that when he returned from joining the army, he would marry her. The woman believed it and waited for each other day after day. In the past, I waited for the man's death notice."

"She was very sad, and she almost committed suicide, but she survived. A few years later, she slowly recovered from her pain and met a better man. The two got married, gave birth to a child, and had a happy family. ."

"At this time, she accidentally learned that her childhood sweetheart was not dead, but was seriously injured. Maybe her life was not long, maybe it was not a holiday, even if she was with her, the two of them didn't have a few years. It's a good day, so he forged a death notice to let the other party give up and completely set her free."

Ya Qi listened very carefully, but in the end she seemed to understand.

"What do you mean, are you that girl?"

Ling Shu twitched the corners of his mouth: "How am I like that girl?"

Yaqi thought: "So, that girl doesn't like her lover at all."

Ling Shu: "What kind of fallacy is this?"

Yaqi: "If she really likes it, even if her lover is really dead, she will continue to wait, keep waiting, and spend the rest of her life waiting for her, but if she doesn't persevere, she won't be able to wait for the day when the truth comes."

Ling Shu: "Time will heal everything, including the hurdles that you once found difficult to overcome."

Yaqi shook her head, unusually stubborn on this point.

"The man thought he sacrificed himself and fulfilled others, and the other party would be grateful to him. What if the girl had a bad life? Would he regret not being with her? For a woman, it's better to be with someone who doesn't like People, live a life of ignorance, it is better to spend a few years with the person you like. Maybe, the happiness he sees is only what he thinks, and the truth is not the case. "

Ling Shu was almost fainted by her.

He had never found out that Ya Qi was still such an articulate person.

"You men, you always like to arrange others with your style, thinking it's for the other party's good, but in fact, have you asked her if she is willing?"

At this time, Rose came back with the wine.

Ling Shu took the initiative to pour the wine.

"I can't tell you, I will punish myself with three cups."

At Ya Qi's strong request, Ling Shu danced with her again.

When leaving Feilengcui, it started to rain lightly.

The spring rain was as precious as oil, and Lingshu's alcohol was rising, so his mind was not confused, but his footsteps were a little wavy.

He didn't bring an umbrella, so he stretched out his hand to catch the rain with great interest. He wondered if he should take off his coat and put it on his head, and just walk back.

Then, he saw the man across the street.

The other party held a black umbrella and stood by the roadside, watching him quietly.

The two stared at each other for a moment.

Ling Shu didn't move, but the other party moved.

He strode across the road and raised the umbrella over Ling Shu's head.

Ling Shu raised his head and smiled: "What a coincidence, Chief Yue!"

Yue Dingtang didn't smile.

Looking at the man's heartless expression, he couldn't help sneering: "Have you asked me if I would like it?"

Ling Shu stopped smiling.

He turned his head away and muttered.

But Yue Dingtang heard it clearly.

What the other party said was: I have a lot of old wounds on my body, so I won't live long.

"I have already asked Liu Zhen and Ji Zhuting, as well as medical professors. They said that the bullet fragments remain in the body and cannot be taken out. It may cause hidden dangers to the body in the future, and may also affect life expectancy, but these are not important."

"Medicine in Europe is very developed. I can take you to see a doctor. As long as you are alive, there is hope. This is not a terminal illness. Even if you are covered in bruises and bruises, you can't live to your seventies or eighties, at least forty or fifty is fine."

"The world is so chaotic now, and I'm not sure if I will die. Maybe I will die earlier than you."

"Ling Shu, I have missed eight years, and I don't want to deceive my heart anymore."

"Let's stop acting each other, okay?"

Ling Shu was silent and motionless.

But if he was shocked, angry and unbelievable at what Yue Dingtang said, he should have thrown a punch or turned around and left.

The reaction at the moment is the most real.

Yue Dingtang knew his past and knew that he had suffered many injuries.

Otherwise, why would people who were skinny in the past often have a fever and fall ill

This is clearly the old wounded body began to take revenge.

When he thought of his right hand that could no longer lift heavy objects and do delicate work like ordinary people, Yue Dingtang's heart began to ache deeply.

Instead of waiting for the snail to come out of the shell, he would rather go into the shell.

Yue Dingtang reached out and squeezed the opponent's chin, raised his head slightly, and lowered his head.

In the rainy night, the two shadows were elongated and merged together by the street lamp.

"Don't put your self-righteous greatness in the story to move yourself. Even if you only have one day left, I will not regret it."