Han Li climbed up the stairs, tapping his cane on the smooth marble floor, making an even and rhythmic sound.
The jet black suit fit his broad shoulders and straight back tightly, and the undulating fabric shone with flowing luster under the light as he moved.
He stared at the corridor that was similar to but different from the one in his memory, with unpredictable emotions in his dark eyes.
After skillfully turning the corner, Han Li stopped in front of a closed door.
He slowly reached out his hand and gently pushed the door open.
The door panel slid silently into the darkness, and a sense of silence that had not been occupied for a long time filled the air.
Han Li turned on the light, and a huge, cold room was instantly illuminated. There was no decoration except for simple furniture. The lines were straight, cold and impersonal, and it was almost impossible to tell that it was a child's room.
Shen Kong followed Han Li and walked in. After looking around, he frowned:
"...This is the house you lived in when you were a child?"
Han Li did not answer, but slowly walked to the bedside, bent down and picked up the photo frame on the bedside. He lowered his eyes and looked at it quietly for a while, and then replied:
"yes."
Shen Kong simply walked around the room twice.
When passing by Han Li, his eyes subconsciously passed over the photo in his hand.
In a simple dark photo frame, there is a photo that seems to have been around for some time. The photo is of a fair-skinned woman with gentle eyes and a dignified face. She is smiling and looking at the camera. Her facial features are like Han Li. There are three points of similarity.
Shen Kong's steps paused.
Han Li took apart the photo frame and gently took out the photo.
He seemed to notice Shen Kong's gaze, and his voice was calm: "This is my mother. She died when I was eight years old."
Shen Kong watched with sharp eyes as Han Li's fingertips gently rubbed the surface of the photo. The amplitude was so small that it was almost impossible to capture it.
His heart moved slightly, and a regretful expression appeared on his face: "...I'm sorry."
Han Li put the photo into his pocket, then raised his eyes to look at Shen Kong. His dark eyes were shining brightly under the light, as if he was suppressing some unspeakable emotions, and as if there was nothing at all: "There is nothing to be sorry for."
Shen Kong remembered that one of the main catalysts in the plot that prompted Han Li to turn his gun on the three men was that he learned that his mother's death was not an accident, but man-made.
His heart sank slightly, and he subconsciously grabbed the arm of Han Li who was about to walk past him.
Han Li paused and looked at him with some confusion.
Shen Kong realized that his behavior was inappropriate, so he slowly released his palm and smiled half-ashamedly:
"I'm sorry... I can't help it. In fact, my mother also died when I was very young, so I can empathize... "
He raised his eyes and stared into Han Li's eyes, and said half-truthfully:
"All I'm saying is, don't be so hard on yourself—it's not your fault."
After saying that, Shen Kong took a step back, retracted his hand in fear, and pursed his lips in shame and restraint: "I'm sorry, I overstepped my bounds."
Han Li lowered his eyes and glanced at the place where Shen Kong was holding on just now, and his voice was suppressed and restrained:
"… fine."
The lights in the room were turned off, and the two of them walked out of the door one after another. The air in the corridor was illuminated by the lights, and the fragrant aroma floated quietly. It seemed that everything was silent, and only the tapping on the ground could be heard. footsteps.
Shen Kong stared at Han Li's back and suddenly asked:
"Um...Mr. Han, can I ask you a question?"
He still used Meng Mingxuan's tone, with a slight doubt in his soft voice.
Han Li's steps paused slightly, but he did not turn his head. Shen Kong could only hear his voice coming from the front:
"you say."
"Why did you decide to keep me in the first place?"
After saying this, he seemed to realize the ambiguity in the words, and hurriedly explained: "I, I don't mean anything else, it's just that based on your conditions, there should be no shortage of people you like, plus ...For such a long time, you seem to have..."
There was a hint of fear in the young man's voice:
"It doesn't seem to be against me..."
He did not continue speaking, but the implication was very obvious.
Han Li suddenly stopped. If Shen Kong hadn't stopped in time, he would have bumped into his back uncontrollably.
The next second, he turned around, his expressionless face tightened, but the restrained and indifferent shell before seemed to have cracked a deep gap in an instant, as if the calmness and indifference he had forcibly pretended had completely failed. The deep black eyes seemed to be burning with faint cold flames, staring at him closely with eyes mixed with various complex emotions. The two were of similar height, so close that their breaths could almost be entwined, and they were so sticky and ambiguous. The atmosphere instantly filled the air.
Han Li lowered his eyes and paused on his lips. He seemed to want to lean forward, but he restrained himself halfway.
It seems as if he is resisting some unspeakable attraction with his reason, as if a person walking on the edge of the abyss is tempted by the fatal pull of gravity, and then stopped by the strong desire to survive the second before falling.
In the end, he just squeezed out a thin word from his teeth:
"you… "
The next second, Han Li took a deep breath, took a step back, and gathered his suddenly leaked emotions back into his cold and ruthless shell. He turned his eyes and said in a cold voice: "...Don't speculate on me casually. thought."
After saying that, he turned around and walked down the stairs.
Staring at Han Li's back, the emotion that belonged to Meng Mingxuan dissipated from Shen Kong's face, revealing an expression that was unique to him, cold, rational, indifferent, as ruthless as a blade, and as vicious as a beast... But there was something in his eyes. The vague complexity and doubts diluted the cold weapon-like quality of his body.
He curled his fingers and pressed them against his lower lip, feeling a little puzzled for a moment.
At that moment, he almost thought... Han Li was about to kiss him.
Why
Wait... No way...
Shen Kong was startled. The speculation that he had forgotten before suddenly appeared in his mind so clearly.
-Impossible! !
After returning to the table, Han Li obviously put on a social attitude and expression. With his cooperation and Han Zhuang's intentional closeness, Bian Wenjing and Han Zizhuo seemed to have been warned not to continue the affair overtly or covertly. There was a hint of irony in the words, but the banquet was actually a great success, and the guests and hosts were delighted at the end.
Not only did they discuss the future cooperation process at the dinner table, Han Zhuang even sent Han Li to the door with unsatisfied intentions, wanting to make an appointment with him again, regardless of the fact that Bian Wenjing's smiling face had changed where they couldn't see it. Slightly twisted.
Han Li drank a lot of wine.
But Shen Kong had a long memory because of the last accident, so he didn't move at all. This time he had to take on the heavy responsibility of the driver and drive Han Li back to where he lived.
He drove the vehicle on the road at night, looking through the rearview mirror at Han Li sitting in the back seat.
Han Li looked quite sober. It seemed that alcohol had not affected his sanity at all. His face looked paler after drinking. Under the passing light and shadow outside the car window, he looked more and more like an unpopular marble sculpture. He was half hanging. Eyes, I don’t know what I’m thinking.
Shen Kong put away his somewhat confused thoughts, turned his gaze to the road extending ahead, and concentrated on driving.
More than forty minutes later, he finally drove to the address Han Li gave him.
Shen Kong drove the car into the private underground garage, parked the car, and then looked up at Han Li in the rearview mirror:
"Mr. Han, you are home."
There was silence in the carriage.
Han Li still maintained the exact same posture as before, sitting quietly in the darkness without moving.
Shen Kong leaned over from the driver's seat, and when he got closer, he realized that Han Li had fallen asleep at some unknown time.
He raised his voice and shouted Han Li's name twice, and then he finally slowly opened his eyes and stared at Shen Kong quietly. His usually dark and cold eyes were rippling, and his drunken eyes were in the garage. He looked a little dazed in the cold light.
Han Li looked at him for a long time before finally speaking out, with a slight hoarseness in his nasal voice, and uttered a simple monosyllable:
"… Um?"
... It seems that he is not very sober.
Shen Kong got out of the car, reached out to open the door of the back seat, and then quickly supported Han Li who fell along the door.
Resigned to his fate, he lifted Han Li out of the car, and then with difficulty he closed the car door with his toes.
Han Li looks thin, but the weight of his bones and muscles is real, as if a bag of unconscious cement is pressed firmly on Shen Kong's shoulders, which makes him suffer from staying on the set for too long. And the body, which was neglected to exercise, staggered under the pressure.
Shen Kong took a deep breath, grabbed Han Li's arm and lifted it up, feeling nostalgic for his childhood when he was so light that he could lift it with one hand.
He half-supported and half-carried Han Li to the door of the elevator, but a key was required to open the underground garage, so Shen Kong had to hold Han Li with one hand and groping for him with the other.
The summer clothes were light and thin, and the two bodies fit together tightly. Han Li's slightly cool body temperature seemed to be slightly tinged with drunken heat. In addition, Shen Kong's palms were reaching into his pockets with difficulty. , inevitably touching some sensitive places, Han Li, who was half unconscious, let out a slight gasp, and even though he was as thick-skinned as Shen Kong, he couldn't help but feel slightly embarrassed.
At this moment, the elevator suddenly dinged and opened.
An old man with gray hair and a dark uniform stood in the spacious elevator. He stared at the two people hugging each other in front of him, and his serious face could not help but crack slightly: "... Excuse me."
After saying that, he tremblingly reached out and pressed the door button of the elevator.
Shen Kong quickly stretched out a foot to block the opening of the elevator door, preventing it from closing further.
He tried not to look at the ambiguous posture between himself and Han Li, but stared at Uncle Xu, who was much older than he remembered, but still tough and strong, with a stiff smile on his face: "No, no, no, you misunderstood. , Mr. Han is drunk, I just sent him back."
Uncle Xu hurriedly opened the elevator again, and while helping Shen Kong help Han Li in, he said:
"I saw the young master's car entering the garage, but it didn't come out for a long time, so I came down to take a look."
He looked at Han Li's appearance and frowned: "I have never seen the young master drunk like this."
Uncle Xu turned to look at Shen Kong and asked, "Who did the young master... have dinner with today?"
Shen Kong held Han Li's thin waist with one hand, dragged him up, and walked hard into the elevator. As he walked, he said, "It should be... with his father and other family members..."
Uncle Xu sighed, and instantly understood why Han Li was so rude. He seemed to have aged ten years in an instant, and shook his head:
"Anyway, I'm sorry to bother you."
Shen Kong shook his head: "It's okay. Now that you're here, I can leave with peace of mind..."
As he spoke, he reached out and pulled Han Li's arm around his neck, trying to pull him off his body.
I pulled it a little, but it didn't move.
Shen Kong's expression was a little stiff, so he pulled hard for the second time - but still didn't move.
Just when he was about to pull for the third time, his movement suddenly stopped.
Shen Kong slowly raised his head and looked at Uncle Xu, who was standing aside with an inexplicable expression and strange eyes. Under the eyes of the other party, a perfect smile slowly appeared on Shen Kong's face, and then he stood up straight. :
"Forget it, I'd better send Mr. Han upstairs."