After special care, her long hair spreads out behind her neck to form a beautiful phoenix tail. The light yellow shirt sets off her fair skin perfectly, and the well-tailored bright silver suit jacket makes her look both serious like an office lady and fashionable like an urban woman.
It's been a long time since we last met. Lu Chaoge still had that cold expression on his face and seemed to be keeping a distance from everyone.
"I heard that you took three days off?" Lu Chaoge looked at Fang Yan who was sitting opposite him and asked.
"I feel a little unwell." Fang Yan said.
After Qin Yitian was taken away, Fang Yan rushed back in the rain. The bullet did not remain in the body, and it did not penetrate into a vital part. Fang Yingxiong and Fang Haohan both knew some methods of treatment and bandaging. After being tossed around by them, Fang Yan soon fell into a deep sleep.
Fang Yan woke up early in the morning of the next day, which was only an hour later than when he used to get up at six o'clock every morning to stand and walk.
The wound was not inflamed, the body did not have a fever, and Fang Yan felt very hungry. It seemed that he was recovering well.
Fang Yan took three days off and went to class on the fourth day. He sat there doing nothing but dialing Qin Yitian's cell phone number over and over again. The phone kept turning off, turning off, turning off, turning off, almost driving him crazy.
So, he handed the task to the unemployed Fang Yingxiong and Fang Haohan, and went to teach students as usual. After entering the working state, Fang Yan's restless heart calmed down.
This is the state he wants.
With the war approaching, he needed to keep his body strong and his mind calm. Unfortunately, after he and Qin Yitian were shot at the same time, both of these qualities left him.
It was just three days of leave, but someone reported this matter to Lu Chaoge. I have to say - it seems that everyone firmly believes that Lu Chaoge and I are in a relationship.
"You look haggard." Lu Chaoge said.
"Really?" Fang Yan wanted to look in the mirror, but gave up the idea. What did it mean to him whether he looked haggard or not
"From the first time I saw you, you cut my flower arrangement in the office - until I left school, even in our most difficult times, you never showed such decadence. Proud, motivated, and carefree, this is the Fang Yan I know." Lu Chaoge looked at Fang Yan with bright eyes and asked, "What are you worried about?"
Fang Yan smiled bitterly. These women are more shrewd than each other. Do they still want people to live
"Don't talk about me." Fang Yan wanted to change the subject. "How is your company's preparation going?"
"Chaoyan Technology is progressing smoothly. The office and laboratory have been renovated. Because the research on bioenergy is a secret project, a lot of effort has been put into security. The next step is to recruit people. Our partners will send some elites over, but the middle and lower-level personnel will have to be recruited one by one from the talent market and headhunters. It will be open for business in two days. Do you want to go and take a look?"
"No." Fang Yan refused. "I believe in your ability."
"We've finished discussing the company's affairs." Lu Chaoge said. "Now can you tell me what you're worried about?"
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Lu Chaoge frowned slightly and said, "If you are not happy in school, you can leave or go to Chaoyan Technology. Although those companies are relatively quiet for the time being, the temptation of the Rubik's Cube is too great. I believe they will not give up. They also need you there."
Seeing Fang Yan didn't respond, Lu Chaoge explained, "I didn't come here to ask you to go to Chaoyan for help. I know what your choice is. I just want to tell you that you don't have to do something you don't like. Even if you lock yourself in this yard to practice martial arts every day, I think it's a very good choice."
Fang Yan looked at Lu Chaoge thoughtfully and said, "Why do you care about me so much?"
"Because-----" Lu Chaoge picked up the tea that Yingxiong had brought over from the table, avoiding Fang Yan's gaze and said, "My aunt said that you are the only one in the world who truly cares about us. I think so too."
"Your aunt is a remarkable woman." Fang Yan said. "Under such a harsh environment, she bet everything she had. In the end, she won the bet-----"
"That's because of you. If it weren't for you, the biggest variable, I would have died long ago, and my aunt would have lost her bet long ago----"
Fang Yan shook his head. It was really not easy for this woman to survive with such serious injuries.
After teaching two classes, I wanted to drink a sip of water, but Fang Yingxiong and Fang Haohan were hiding in the room and refused to come out, so I had to stand up and pour the water myself.
As soon as he stood up, Lu Chaoge had already taken the teacup and tea leaves to make a cup of tea for him. The teacup was Lu Chaoge's, and the tea leaves were also Lu Chaoge's. She was more familiar with this house than Fang Yan.
"Thank you." Fang Yan said. He felt a little embarrassed. After all, Lu Chaoge was a 'guest from afar'.
"If it's inconvenient to talk about it, I won't force it." Lu Chaoge said. "My grandmother called me and asked me to go to her house for dinner-----"
Fang Yan felt a little headache and said, "You are so busy with work, why does grandma bother you so much? You can just refuse."
"I accepted it." Lu Chaoge said. "To be honest, I was very happy to receive the call from my grandmother."
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Grandma was very dissatisfied with Fang Yan. She ignored the large and small packages of gifts in his hands and got angry with him directly, saying, "I just can't understand it. Isn't it just being a class teacher? You are so busy that you don't even have time to have a meal with grandma? Fortunately, we live in the same courtyard. If you still lived in Yanjing, I'm afraid I would never see you in this life, right?"
"It's my fault, it's my fault-----" Fang Yan apologized repeatedly. There were some things that he couldn't say, and the reasons that were easy to say were difficult to convince his grandmother. He simply bowed his head and apologized to calm the old lady's anger. Because except for your closest relatives, no one would care where you ate and how long you hadn't come back to eat.
Lu Chaoge also interceded for Fang Yan, explaining: "This is my fault. My company has just been established, and I need Fang Yan's help with many things-----"
When the grandmother heard this, she quickly said, "It's not your fault. Fang Yan should help you. If he doesn't help you, who will? I'm afraid this kid is clumsy and can't do anything well."
"--------" Fang Yan felt like his wound, which had not yet healed, was stabbed hard again. This was his own grandmother.
Hearing what grandma said was interesting, Lu Chaoge couldn't help laughing and said, "Fang Yan is quite capable."
"Hmph, so what if he's capable? Fortunately, he's just a class teacher. If he became the principal, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to see my grandson for three or two years. Chaoge, you can't learn from him. Let Fang Yan do anything, and you have to take good care of yourself. Come to grandma's house for dinner when you have nothing to do. Grandma will make soup for you. By the way, last time I saw that you liked to eat fish, so I made several fish dishes today. Come, come and try it. Fang Yan, go upstairs and ask your grandpa to come down for dinner."
Seeing his grandmother holding Lu Chaoge's hand affectionately as they went into the house to eat, Fang Yan sighed softly. It seemed that his grandmother, like other teachers in the school, had misunderstood the relationship between him and Lu Chaoge. It was time to talk to him.
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whoosh!
whoosh!
whoosh!
Qianye Haowu used to make a 'whoosh' sound when he drew his sword, but now it makes a 'swoosh' sound. His father said that when he could draw his sword without making any sound, he could start learning the skills of kendo.
The real Beichen Itdaoliu swordsmanship was improved and developed by his father. What Qianye Haowu needs to do is to improve it again on the basis of his father's improvement, find his own unique kendo skills, and then develop it again.
The honor of Beichen Light will be inherited by him, Qianye Haowu.
Thanks to his father for bringing him to China, he was able to step firmly on this fertile soil and feel Fang Yan's presence up close. He was filled with passion and inspiration.
He just hoped, and only hoped, that when he achieved perfection in swordsmanship, he would not die at the hands of his father's sword.
Qianye Bingchang, wearing a wide robe and with his hair in his hair, stood under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the yard. The sweet-scented osmanthus had already bloomed, but the leaves on the tree were still dense and green.
"Not in good condition?" Chiba Hyobu said with a smile. "If it's because the war is approaching, such an opponent will be vulnerable."
Qianye Xun stood behind his father, holding his favorite purple clay teapot, and said, "Father, if this is the case, can the date of the final battle be postponed? As you said, an opponent who is not in good condition cannot be your opponent. If you give Teacher Fang Yan some more time, maybe he will perform better."
"No. If this time is postponed, he will have a lucky mentality----" Qianye Bingbu said. "The Chinese often say that the first push is strong, the second is weak, and the third is exhausted. I need him to swing his sword with the most incisive force under high pressure------that way, I will be interested in taking action."
"Father, will you -- kill Teacher Fang Yan?" Qianye Xun asked worriedly.
Qianye Bingbu glanced at his daughter and said with a smile: "It's late, go back to bed."
He took the teapot from Qianye Xun, walked straight past Qianye Haowu who was still desperately stabbing with the sword, and said, "Accompany me to entertain the guests."
When Qianye Haowu heard this, he immediately followed his father outside with a sword in hand.
In the long and narrow alley, a dark shadow stood tall.
Seeing two figures, one tall and one short, walking towards him from afar, his eyes became slightly stern and he tightened the sword in his hand.
Qianye Bingbu stopped and looked at the black shadow in front of him and asked in a deep voice: "Do you want to challenge?" (To be continued)