"If you feel upset, just cry it out. It's very uncomfortable to hold it in." Liu Xun knew how Hell felt at that moment because he had been through this step himself.
Hell took a deep breath, held back the tears in his eyes, and said: "Men bleed but not cry. As a man, how can you cry casually!"
Liu Xun chuckled when he heard this, picked up the orange juice beside him and took a sip, then said, "Hart, we Chinese have an old saying, I don't know if you have heard of it, it's called 'Men don't shed tears easily, but they just haven't reached the point of being sad';."
"Why are you Chinese so contradictory? It is an old saying in China that men shed blood but not tears. The same is true for what you just said. Is the faith of you Chinese so easy to collapse?" Hell asked in confusion.
After listening to this, Liu Xun smiled calmly and said, "Hart, this is different from a country's beliefs. Emotions are the only privilege given to humans by the Creator, so humans can laugh, cry, be happy, and be angry! The seven emotions and six desires are the basis for humans to become the leaders of all things. Tears are just a shortcut for humans to vent their emotions. Shedding tears does not mean cowardice. It can have many meanings."
At this point, Liu Xun recalled his past. Since he was old enough to understand things, Liu Xun has cried three times. He has forgotten what happened the first time, the second time was because of retirement, and the third time was because of Situ Ying.
"Hart, crying for your brothers, friends, family, and country is not cowardice! Maybe others don't understand you and think you are a coward, but what does it matter? We live for ourselves, not to perform for others, because we are not clowns!" Liu Xun looked at hell and continued softly: "So... don't force yourself. At this time, crying will make you feel better. I also cried when I retired!"
After Liu Xun finished speaking, Hell started crying on the table like a child, instantly attracting the attention of the surrounding passengers. Liu Xun smiled awkwardly. He really didn't expect that Hell would actually cry loudly, because even Liu Xun was just crying silently at that time.
"Hello sir, please keep quiet and don't disturb other passengers." Finally, a beautiful flight attendant came over, showing a charming smile, and persuaded the crying hell.
Seeing this, Liu Xun immediately stood up, smiled apologetically, and said, "I'm sorry to trouble you. He is my friend, he has some mental problems. When he was boarding the plane, he saw a puppy being hit and killed, so..."
"Hello sir, please ask your friend to keep quiet. If there is any special situation, please take him to the bathroom temporarily." The flight attendant still had a professional smile on her face. She had to keep the cabin quiet. This was her job.
"Okay, I'll persuade him right away, and I guarantee he'll be quiet in five seconds!" Liu Xun was wearing sunglasses at this time, which made him look quite different. After all, there were very few people who wore sunglasses on a plane. But he couldn't help wearing them, because his appearance had been made public to the world, and hell didn't matter, because he was covered in oil paint at that time.
When the stewardess heard this, her eyebrows slightly frowned. Although she left Liu Xun, she still stood not far away. Liu Xun patted Hell's shoulder and said softly: "Hey, Hart, can you stop crying so loudly?"
As soon as the words fell, Hell stopped crying, and then took out a tissue to wipe it, and said calmly: "Okay, I've vented, it's okay."
"... "Liu Xun was speechless. Even the stewardess covered her mouth with one hand. She was thinking back to what Liu Xun said. This person had some mental problems. Now it seemed that it was indeed the case...
"Liu Xun, what were you talking about just now? It was clearly you who made me cry, and now you are scolding me in disguise. You are the one with mental problems!" Hell looked at Liu Xun and said with great dissatisfaction.
"Uh... I didn't sleep well last night. I'll take a nap first. Call me when you get there." Liu Xun simply chose to ignore Hell, closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.
About eight hours later, the plane landed at London International Airport. It was ten o'clock in the evening in London. There was also a time difference between New York, the United States and London, the United Kingdom. The time difference between the two was five hours. Liu Xun and his companions left the United States at nine in the morning. When they arrived in London, it was five in the afternoon in the United States, but because of the time difference, it was ten o'clock in the evening in London.
Although it was late at night, London International Airport was still crowded with people, after all, there were many people coming to pick up the plane. Liu Xun and Hell walked out of the airport quickly. The night sky was like a dark blue curtain, dotted with twinkling stars, which made people deeply intoxicated.
As soon as the two walked out of the international airport, a black extended Bentley stopped in front of Hell. The door opened and a British man wearing sunglasses and a pure black suit, whose appearance could not be seen clearly, walked out.
"Prince Hart." The man in sunglasses saluted to Hell as a gentleman and opened the car door. Hell nodded, thanked him, and sat in the back seat. Liu Xun frowned, looked at the man in sunglasses, and then sat in.
The man in sunglasses started the car and drove forward. Liu Xun nudged Hell with his elbow and said softly, "Hart, this guy shouldn't need to tip, right?"
"No, but thank you is still necessary." Hell responded softly, then closed his eyes, leaned back in his chair, and said no more.
London, Canary Wharf in the City of London is brightly lit at night. London's night scene is particularly charming with flashing neon lights, and the Tate Modern is particularly peaceful against the backdrop of the night and the water.
Looking at the night view outside the car window, Liu Xun did not feel the passage of time at all.
"Prince Hart, your suit is in the back seat. I have prepared two sets as you requested." The man in sunglasses was serious, like a machine.
"Okay, thank you for your help. By the way, what time is the banquet? We won't be late, right?" Hell took the suit from the back seat and handed it to Liu Xun.
The British are very particular about punctuality, so it is best to arrive on time for banquets. Of course, being four or five minutes late is OK, but you must not be more than a quarter of an hour late, otherwise it will be difficult for others, but yourself.
If you go to a wealthy and sophisticated family (such as the British royal family where Hell is), the first person you meet when you enter the door may be a male servant who is responsible for hanging your clothes or showing you the way, so don't rush to shake hands with him, observe him before deciding. (To be continued)