sinovels Chapter 17 He and Him (1)
Chapter 17 He and Him (1)
"How is the situation on the 37th?"
"Very good. This prisoner has always been a role model in the prison. Since he came in, he just wanted to study. Except for meeting with the university tutors who visited the prison three times a month, he communicated with them through letters in the rest of the time, with a studious spirit. Both the results and the good results are encouraging. Since he is eager to learn, the university and the Correctional Services Department are doing their best to provide him with assistance."
Prisoner No. 37, Bill Garland, everyone calls him Brother Biao, is one of the best-performing prisoners in Stanley Prison, and has even been regarded as a prison legend.In the past 20 years in prison, he has successively completed the Bachelor of Education, Master of Education, Master of Psychology, and Master of Philosophy courses of the Open University of Hong Kong.Not long ago, the prison specially held a special annual certificate awarding ceremony for the inmates headed by him.
At the award ceremony, he said with a solemn face, "Love and faith are the biggest motivations that support me to study hard day after day."
"Although I don't know if there will be such a day, I sincerely look forward to having the opportunity to get out of here in the future and give back to the society."
He also sent a message to the young people today that they need to actively fight for the future and never give up easily, "Please work hard to find your goals and ideals, and believe that the right to choose is always in your hands."
Well, very good, close to perfect.Hua Gangsheng closed A Biao's file, and unconsciously pressed his left hand on his right rib, where there were two scars that were located very close together.I don't know if it's a psychological effect, but every time I press it, I feel a dull pain.
Maybe only he really knows what the love and faith of No. 37 are.
"Brother Biao, let me ask you one last question."
"What do you want to say?"
"Are those words you said at the award ceremony true?"
"About giving back? Those?"
"Correct."
"it is true."
A Biao blinked, and said again: "But what I said to you just now is also true."
"As long as I am alive, I will definitely kill Hua Gangsheng."
"Then I'm glad you just hate me, not society."
"Hua-Hong-Sheng."
For so many years, only A Biao insisted on calling him by this name, reminding him of his origin and return.
Most of the time, he was used to the identity of Ye Shouxin.His mother has long since passed away, and his elder brother lives peacefully in Taiwan without any disputes with the world. His daily life is dealing with all kinds of prisoners. Sorrow", or Ghost Brother.
Sometimes he would smile helplessly: Is Ye Shouxin so scary?
"Ye-shou-xin."
He looked at the name on the package, it was written in Liang Anqi's handwriting that he was familiar with.
This is the third package he has received in the past ten days.
Last Monday was the first one, which contained the two books he asked her to buy before.On Sunday, he received the second, with some things he had entrusted her to keep; today, on Thursday, he received the third.
It is still sent from Hong Kong, and the sender is still Liang Anqi.
He knew that Anqi Liang had gone to Canada last week, and that she would visit her mother in Canada at this time of year, so he didn't think there was anything wrong.
But why would she send him something after she left, and send it in several times?This is not like her usual style.
With doubts, he opened the express mail. Inside was a kraft paper envelope. He tore open the seal and poured out a key from it.
He took the key and looked at it. This is the key to that house. He and Liang Anqi each have one.
Over the years, he would go to that room one day every week.Unless he couldn't leave, he would entrust Liang Anqi, but over the years, it was only two or three times.
Every time he will clean carefully, wipe everything carefully and patiently, and then put it back in place.He would change the flowers in the vase, water the plants on the balcony, and organize the clothes in the closet.When everything was exactly the same as when he left this room more than 20 years ago, he sat by the window, lit a cigarette, and quietly watched the busy traffic downstairs and people coming and going.Because the floor is high enough, the hustle and bustle of the crowd and the hustle and bustle of the traffic seem extremely far away, as far away as a silent movie seen through time and space.
This is his most peaceful moment, and also the moment he is closest to "Hua Gangsheng".
That pale boy with a gentle temper, a soft heart, who cared about everyone's feelings, and hoped for his father's approval.
Sometimes when the wind blows, he will have the illusion that the person opened the door and walked in.Just like more than 20 years ago, I walked up to him, looked at him with ulterior motives, and approached him cautiously.
He has amber eyes that burn with lust.
Between his lips and teeth, there was a fresh breath like the depths of the forest.The tip of his tongue was burning hot.He kissed his half-parted lips and hot earlobes, kissed the hair on the top of his head, knelt between his legs, and kissed all the way down from his forehead.Between eyebrows, nose tip, cheeks, lips, jaw, Adam's apple, collarbone, heart.Ups and downs along the road, very pious.
Julian.He is deceitful, arrogant, indifferent, soul-dividing, naive, vulnerable, capricious, and childish.He's so elusive, with a captivating grace, a frightening ferocity, and an insidious allure.
Playing back these yellowed memories made him inexplicably ashamed.He is the source of heavy guilt in his heart, reminding him of desires, motives, behaviors, thoughts that should not exist, should not exist, haunting dreams.
It is best that everything is an illusion, he has never been here, even more than 20 years ago, it was just a dream he had.
Someone was knocking on the door. He put away his things and straightened his back: "Please come in."
"There is an important prisoner who needs to be transferred. You all know this person. He used to be a political figure and his status is very sensitive. You must be more careful about the security this time. I hope that you will be responsible for it yourself."
"Which hospital is he in?"
"Yanghe Hospital. Sanatorium is a private hospital and does not have our custodial ward. However, because he became ill during his bail, he happened to be in Sanatorium at that time, and it was inconvenient to transfer to another hospital during the rescue process. We also took a great risk for this; now he We have passed the critical period, so we should transfer to our custodial ward in Queen Mary Hospital as soon as possible to avoid complications."
Sanatorium and Hospital is the most prestigious private hospital. Many rich and famous people choose to seek medical treatment here. There are a large number of media waiting at the entrance of the hospital all the year round.And what they have to do is to transfer a prisoner with a sensitive identity from this hospital in a leak-proof and low-key manner, without affecting the normal order of the hospital and other patients for medical treatment.
He frowned, and quickly relaxed, "Tomorrow, I will go there in person."
(To be continued)
The author has something to say: The author has something to say: Sanatorium and Hospital is the hospital where Julian lives...
☆, accidentally
Every time Li Wen goes to the hospital, Mr. Lo will surprise him.
He indulged in a retrospective fantasy, which was changeable, but opened up his talent for storytelling. In his crazy obsession with the past, every imaginary road forked and branched again. Bifurcation, without end.
But this time when he and Ah Hua walked into the ward, they found that he was not in the room.
The nurse guarded the door of the bathroom with a sad face, "Mr. Li, Mr. Lo has always refused me to give him a bath. Then, he just said he wanted to take a bath, so I pushed him in. I washed his hair and put the hot water on him. He kicked me out, saying he could wash himself."
"I'm just worried that the plaster has just been applied for more than ten days. If he accidentally wets the plaster, it will affect the recovery of the injury."
Li Wen stood at the bathroom door and listened for a long time, but there was no movement, so he couldn't help knocking on the door: "Mr.Lo?"
After a long while, I heard a muffled "hmm."
After a while, he said again: "Come in."
They opened the door, and the ground was messed up, as if it had been robbed by a big flood. Mr. Lo was wrapped in a bathrobe and lying on the bench by the bathtub, with his left leg in a plaster cast on a high place, he raised his face and looked at the nurse , with a look of reluctance, "Please, help me get me back."
The nurse carefully sent him back to the bed, fixed the position of his legs, then used a towel to help him suck his hair until it was half dry, and then took out the hair dryer to blow his hair.
He was still wrapped in a bathrobe: "Thank you, you go out first, I will find you again if necessary."
After closing the door, Li Wen held back his smile and said, "Mr. Lo, you have to trust the professionals."
"I don't like people touching me."
"Mr. Lo, resisting physical contact is excessive self-protection."
"Mr. Lo suddenly chuckled and said: "The earliest physical contact I had with a person was fighting. "
"I came to the United States when I was 11 years old. I went to an all-boys school. I was the youngest in the class and I was Asian, but I got the best grades."
"Don't think that elite schools don't discriminate. They call me 'chink' in front of their faces, and they try their best to exclude me behind their backs. These kids are very bad, but they only dare to fight outside the school. Every now and then, someone will trouble me , What should I do? Call back! The result? There are winners and losers, but the one who wins doesn't take advantage of me." Speaking of this, he smugly showed a childish smile.
"Later, I discovered the principle of catching the thief first, no matter how many of them there are, I only focus on the most arrogant one, the speed must be fast, the movements must be clean and sharp, and the shots must be ruthless. Hold down and beat to death. Until he begs for mercy."
"In less than half a year, no one dared to bully me anymore.
His eyes are light, and when he doesn't smile, he always looks awe-inspiring and inviolable, but at this time, the smile on his face is lazy, and the half-dry hair hangs slightly messy on the side of his face, which adds to his face. A hint of charm.
The man had been a ferocious little beast.Although the growth of age has made him gentle and amiable, although he has restrained his edge, he still has a dangerous attractiveness about him.
They were at a loss as to how to answer the conversation, but Mr. Lo changed the topic by himself and asked, "Any news?"
"Yes, we have new information from both directions of our investigation. One is the recipient of Liang Anqi's mail. This person is Ye Shouxin, the senior correctional officer of Stanley Prison. He came to Stanley in about 1993, and it has been 24 years. Ye Shouxin's age is close to that of Huagangsheng, but his personal resume is very complete, and there is no problem. We have to meet him in person before we can confirm whether he is the person we are looking for, or whether he is the person I am looking for. It doesn't matter."
"The other one, Brother Biao, is now a celebrity in the prison. He has studied two bachelors and three masters in prison over the years, and I heard that he has applied for a doctoral program. Stanley Prison recently held a ceremony for them , it’s all on the news.” He pointed to the newspaper and said.
Mr. Lo looked at the man in the newspaper with a lonely expression: "Ah Biao, he is actually a very proud man."
"He has been in medical school for three years. If there is no change, he should be a doctor. If someone asks him about going to college, he will describe to you with a serious face, how to cut the scalp, and then saw the skull with a chainsaw. The smell of bone chips, the still beating human omentum... He will tell you that the human heart is just a pile of soft flesh, with countless blood vessels leading to its center, tsk tsk."
A Biao, the person whose eyes are watching him all the time.He may never realize A Biao's feelings for him, or he doesn't care, but he is used to this person always behind him.
"We will apply to meet with him first, because we are not on his visit list, and we will have to be reviewed by the Correctional Services Department. It may take a few days for news. But we can find a way to visit Ye Shouxin first. If he doesn't Refuse to see us."
That afternoon was a half-month routine review. A nurse knocked on the door and came in and took them to take a film review.
"Mr. Lo's recovery is still relatively optimistic. What you need to pay attention to is here." The doctor pointed to the head, "Your illusions are getting worse and worse, and there is also a short-term disorientation. Fortunately, other intelligence There is no obvious impact on it, you don’t drink any more now, right?”
Mr. Lo spread out his hands, with a look of lovelessness: "I only drink milk now."
When he came out of the consultation room, he began to complain: "This doctor's speech is so boring, I'm drowsy inside."
"Drowsy is because you just took a sedative, Mr. Lo. Now we are going back to the ward, you need to sleep."
The nurse covered Mr. Lo with a blanket and pushed him into the elevator.
Apart from the four of them, there was a woman and a little girl in a wheelchair in the elevator.The girl was about eight or nine years old, with fiery red hair and green eyes, pink ivory skin, and faint freckles on her cheeks.
Seeing them coming in, the girl's eyes lit up, and she made a face at Mr.Lo.
Mr. Lo was indifferent.
Seeing the girl's disappointed expression, Li Wen had no choice but to apologize to her: "He fell asleep."
God knows if he really fell asleep, but he was so quiet that it seemed real.After all, Mr. Lo should not be stingy with showing his demeanor to a girl.
The hospital had a special person in charge of the elevator going up and down. Seeing that no one was entering at this time, he pressed the floors they were going to one by one. When the elevator door was about to close, suddenly a person's foot stretched in.
Everyone naturally looked at this person, except Mr. Lo who was buried deep in the blanket.
He was indeed the sort of man who attracted attention, with graying hair and a somewhat grizzled beard, but very young, bright eyes, stern features, and a ruddy complexion, which made his age confusing.
"35th floor, thank you." He nodded and smiled at everyone, apologizing, and the girl glanced at him and then laughed. "Handsome," she called cheerfully.
The man gave her a friendly smile. There was a small dimple under the corner of his left lip. His smile didn't look like an elderly person at all, and he had an indescribable charm.
Li Wen and A Hua exchanged glances: "Girls nowadays are really precocious, haha."
The elevator reached the 35th floor. When the man stepped out of the elevator door, he seemed to inadvertently glance back at Mr. Lo in the wheelchair, and then walked out without a pause.
When the elevator reached the 37th floor, Mr. Lo woke up suddenly.
"Did you smell anything?" These were the first words he said when he woke up.
Li Wen and A Hua sniffed and said there was nothing special. The nurse also assured them that the hospital was disinfected every day and there would be no peculiar smell.
Mr. Lo showed a joyful and sad expression on his face, his eyes fell on the air in a daze, and he said in an inaudible voice: "I am very familiar with this smell."
(To be continued)
The author has something to say: The author said: Why is A Biao a medical student?In fact, it’s because A Biao’s actor is a medical student hahaha.
☆, taste
Back in time, back to that summer afternoon.
May 1988, 5.afternoon.clear.
He sat in front of the window, took off his glasses and slowly turned them in the palm of his hand, quietly looking at the sleeping man on the hospital bed.
Only at this time, he can be so quiet and look at him so tenderly.
He is so good looking.No, he's not just a pretty boy in the usual sense, with a delicate and pretty face, he's seen too much, but he's different.
Everything starts with the first sight.
He walked in with a raised face, with a childish smile, a pointed chin, coral-colored lips, black deer-like eyes, a straight nose, and a small dimple around his lips.
His eyes, crystal eyes, with a hazy mist, seemed to be filled with tears at any moment.
And his smile, which is gentler than the spring breeze on the banks of the Charles River.
It was as if something hit his heart accurately, causing him to lose his mind for a moment.
That familiar intimacy and unbelievable heartbeat.
He is not without concerns.This inexplicable, uncontrollable attraction made him feel dangerous.Everything beyond our control is dangerous.
Someone once said that for a person like Mr. Lo, it is very difficult to win his favor.He is too smart, too proud.The estrangement of family affection in childhood and the loneliness and independence of teenagers made him always have a sense of aggression and distance in getting along with others. He was cold, suspicious, ruthless, fickle, accustomed to controlling everything, and hard to please.
But now, he looked at the man in front of him almost tenderly.
The originally fair complexion was pale to almost transparent due to blood loss, the eyes were closed tightly, and the eyelashes cast a shadow on the eyelids, covering the foggy black eyes.
He was wearing a white hospital gown, and had at least five or six stab wounds on his body, which were for him.
"Why save me?"
"I'm stupid."
His voice is so gentle.Unparalleled tenderness.
Should you trust him?The sense of danger has not disappeared, but the barriers in his heart are melting and disintegrating.
Ah Biao walked in lightly, holding a travel bag. "Boss, this is a change of clothes sent by the boy who lives with Agui."
He made a silent gesture, signaling A Biao to go out first.
Open the zipper of the bag, and there are some simple clothes inside. The style and texture of the clothes are ordinary, neither good nor bad.He picked up a shirt casually, and couldn't help but put it under his nose to smell it. There was a faint fragrance on the skirt, a faint scent of sandalwood, mixed with the scent of jasmine, very warm, just like his own.
He saw the eyelids of the person on the hospital bed move, as if he was about to wake up, he threw the clothes directly on the bed in a panic.
Hua Gangsheng opened his eyes, glanced at the shirt on the bed, and then at him.
"You will be discharged from the hospital in a few days, I asked them to bring you some change of clothes." He tried his best to keep his tone indifferent.
"Also, after a good rest, I'll come to the company to report." He put on his glasses, and regained his aloofness and unquestionable arrogance.
When he reached the door, he suddenly turned around and asked, "What do you use to wash your clothes?"
"Huh?" Hua Gangsheng was a little puzzled, "Oh, soap, I washed it with soap after I took a shower."
soap.He sneered, shook his head and walked out. "How come there are still such old-fashioned people who wash clothes with soap these days."
"Mr. Lo, we should go back to the ward."
"Just now, who else was in the elevator besides us?"
"A man with white hair and a white beard. Wearing a black shirt and black trousers."
"Which floor is he on?"
"35th floor."
"Take me to the 35th floor. Now. Now."
A cart came out of the fire door of the Li Shupei building and got into a white ambulance parked behind the building. Five people in green correctional uniforms fanned out in front of the cart, blocking the people on the cart. After the ambulance door closed, Hua Gangsheng walked out from the fire door, slowly looked around, and suddenly walked towards a corner of the building.
A young man holding a camera had just had time to retract his head when he had already walked up to him and stretched out his hand to him, "Excuseme" His tone was unhurried, yet majestic.
The young man hurriedly said, "I'm a reporter." He hugged the camera with one hand and held up his ID with the other.
Hua Gangsheng lowered his head and smiled, and stretched out his hand again. For some reason, the camera was already in his hands. He skillfully opened the camera, checked it, deleted a few pictures, and returned it to the person.
The young man blushed, "You can't interfere with the New Free Press...I, I'm going to sue you."
Hua Gangsheng said indifferently: "You have not obtained our interview permission, and freedom is limited."
After finishing speaking, he turned and left.
"Mr.Lo, we have received complaints from the whole building on the 35th floor. They said that someone pushed a patient in a wheelchair and knocked on the door of each ward this afternoon. The patient thinks that the right of privacy has been violated. This is not our case. something that should happen in the hospital."
"We just asked at the door and didn't go in..." Li Wenzheng was about to defend himself, but Mr. Lo, who was on the wheelchair with one hand on his forehead, waved to him and said softly to the nurse, "I'm sorry. This kind of thing There won't be a second time." After speaking, he buried his face deeply in his palms, lowered his head, and let out a long sigh.
"I could feel him coming, right here."
"I can't be mistaken."
(To be continued)
The author has something to say:
Well, good Julian
☆, Faith Hope Love
"You said, you are Bill Garland's lawyer?" Hua Gangsheng looked at the young man in front of him intently.
He looks very young, tall and tall, with thick black eyebrows, small eyes but distinct black and white, clear eyes, he is not afraid to meet his gaze, showing a very bright smile, showing two pointed canine teeth .
"Yes, we have submitted an application to the Correctional Services Department. Wondering when it will be approved."
Bill Garland has been in Stanley Prison for 27 years, and there are no other people on his visit list except a few university tutors.
He is an Irish-American who has studied medicine for three years. He left a criminal record due to an accidental injury. After that, he followed Lu Depei and came to Hong Kong with him at the end of 1987. He is Lu Depei's confidant and Huaxia Group's key people.He was arrested in March 1989 in the police raid against Huaxia Group and escaped 3 months later. On April 10, 1990, he attacked the police with a gun and was arrested on the spot. He was sentenced to prison for drug trafficking and attempted murder. He was imprisoned for 4 years, but because of his excellent performance in prison, he was released eight years early.
He does not have any relatives and friends in Hong Kong, but his relatives in the United States are very complicated, and there are so many side relatives that a family relationship map is needed to clarify.
After all, one in ten Americans is of Irish descent.
Today, the young lawyer said that his aunt in the United States passed away, and there was an inheritance for him to inherit, so he needed to meet with him.
This young lawyer also has a female assistant. She has short hair, a small round face, and round black eyes. She looks very clever. Both of them are tall and slender. brother.
"Sorry, he was released from prison yesterday."
"So, can you tell us where he is?"
Hua Gangsheng didn't answer right away, he looked at the information carefully, Fang raised his head and said: "That's right, we must first contact Bill Garland and get his confirmation and permission before we can decide whether to disclose his information to you."
"So, please go back and wait patiently for the news, okay?"
On the day A Biao was released from prison, the weather was fine.He is very calm, neither the joy of regaining freedom nor the excitement of the long prison life finally ending, he looks indifferent, looking at the personal belongings that originally belonged to him, that were put into the warehouse and are now being counted and returned, it seems like Like looking at other people's things, there is no emotional fluctuation.
On the day of his arrest, he was wearing a black suit, white shirt and black tie.Yes, it was the attire for the funeral. He had already made up his mind to die that day.
"Bill Garland, on April 1990, 4, he attacked the police with a gun in a public place and died under the gun of the police. He was 23 years old." He even thought about the obituary.
But fate made a cruel joke for him. The person he thought should live the most, and should live radiantly, has passed away, and the people he thought should have died a long time ago, including himself, are still alive.
This season, suits were out of the question, so he put on his shirt again, solemnly adjusted the collar and hem, picked up his tie for a look, and then put it in his bag.
The moment he walked out of the gate, maybe the sun was too bright, he couldn't help but squinted his eyes, and raised a hand to cover his eyes.
As long as he took the last step, he would leave this damn place forever, and leave the person he hated the most.
A voice suddenly sounded behind him.
"A Biao."
His body froze, and all the blood rushed to the top of his head in an instant, and his whole body suddenly became stiff, and he couldn't move for a while.
Since the age of 21, only one person has called him that.But that person has been away from this world for more than twenty years, and since then, no one has ever called him that.
He turned around very slowly, and saw Hua Gangsheng standing less than two feet behind him.
He didn't have the disgusting smile that he usually had on his face, and every time he saw him greet him with that smile, he resisted the urge to punch him in the face.
But today's Hua Gangsheng is very different from usual. His expression is serious and complicated. At the moment when he turned to meet his eyes, within a second, joy, sadness, sorrow, and hesitation flashed in his eyes. Expectation, longing, helplessness, loss, relief... more than a dozen emotions.
"There is something, I think you should have the right to know." He spoke very slowly, as if he was struggling.
"About Julian."
The moment he heard Julian's name, his mind suddenly went blank, and his hands shook uncontrollably. He seemed to have completely lost hearing what Hua Gangsheng said later.
He clenched his hands into fists, gritted his teeth to stop himself from trembling, it seemed that only in this way could he keep calm and stand opposite the man.
No, it's not true, he's lying.He was just so good at lying and had such an innocent face that Julian believed him.
"Do you think I'll let you go if you tell me this?" His eyes and tone were still so cold and calm.
"No, you can seek revenge on me at any time, this is your freedom, as long as you don't care about continuing to come back here - I know you don't care."
"From your point of view, you have every reason to hate me. I'm mentally prepared to do this. But," Hua Gangsheng smiled, a bit forced. "He, he needs you."
"I'm telling you just because, I think you are the person who cares about him most in this world."
"Go to Holland, I think, he should be there."
After saying what he wanted to say, he seemed to be finally relieved, but he felt an inexplicable sadness, but he couldn't let A Biao see it, he turned around quickly, strode back, and walked back to the place where he should be.
A door separates love and hate, love and hatred, past and future, present life and future life.
And he will wait here, from birth to death, never regretting.
(To be continued)
☆, forget him
"Ah Fu, tell me, is he walking us?" Ah Hua frowned and said.
"I have the same feeling," Li Wen replied listlessly, "We have been with him for nine hours from seven in the morning to four in the afternoon, drinking morning tea for two and a half hours, taking the bus and transferring to the subway. , When I came down to Mong Kok, I walked all over Nathan Road, and when I saw an ant, I would stop and stare at it for a long time... I even went to the Yau Ma Tei Theater to watch a big play! Did he come from the Qing dynasty?"
"It's a pity that I woke up so early, and I didn't eat well. He got up before the food I just ordered was served." A'hua took a bite of bread, her face full of resentment.
In August in Hong Kong, the temperature was not low at 8 o'clock in the morning. Hua Gangsheng went out early this morning. He didn't drive, and he didn't wear the green uniform. Instead, he wore a loose gray shirt and a cross-body bag. , wearing sunglasses, walking slowly, completely like a tourist.
He spent more than two hours in the teahouse, eating a bowl of wonton noodles carefully and meticulously, drinking a cup of milk tea formally and solemnly, and a newspaper from the headlines to the supplementary inserts, and the advertisements in the middle were not missed; He had plenty of time and interests, and he knew all the cashiers very well, and he couldn't help but gossip about family affairs. He even listened with relish to the commentary on the last horse race of the season on the teahouse radio broadcast-he obviously never bought horses! (Taking complaints from two young people at the next table)——he didn't get up until the frozen mandarin ducks on the next table were almost covered with heat.
He strolled to the bus stop, got off the bus, and took the subway until Mong Kok. He left the station with the crowd and walked along Nathan Road. Chatted enthusiastically with the letter writer until two o'clock in the afternoon, and then wandered along Waterloo Road to the Yau Ma Tei Theater. Seeing that there was a Cantonese concert happening, I bought a ticket and went in, and sat down quietly to listen song.
The opening is the bright and joyful "Winning Order", followed by "Entertainment and Peace", "Pinghu Qiuyue", "Wutou Forest", "Serial Buttons"...The last ending is the song "The Bell of the Temple", the broken silk and bamboo blowing In the playing, a female voice sang mournfully:
……
who made me sad
Love is like a bubble
Mandarin Duck's Dream of Three Lives
old love
……
For love, for love, for love and hate
Remembrance of Huayue Card
It's too unreasonable for my lover to blame me for a change of heart
Lovesickness at the beginning complained in vain that my brother was too unlucky
……
After finally surviving the performance, seeing him get up, Li Wen hurriedly pushed Ah Hua to wake him up: "Hurry up, don't sleep! Keep up!"
……
It was an exhausting day for both of them.They followed this Sir Ye all the way from Stanley by minibus, took the subway, swept the streets on Nathan Road, went to Mong Kok, went shopping on Jade Street, and listened to Cantonese opera for two hours without knowing his next destination. where.
It was almost dusk at this time, and he came to Kowloon Park again, and sat quietly on the bench in a daze. The sunlight cast from his right side, outlining a cold silhouette.
"Tell me, is he the person we're looking for?" Ahua asked, looking at the figure of the man.
"I'm not sure, there are some similarities. But if it's that person, shouldn't he go to the Jordan Road apartment to have a look?" Li Wen whispered. "Wait and see."
"By the way, I don't think he is like what Mr. Lo said, 'very, very gentle', I really didn't see it."
The impression they got of Sir Ye from other places is that he is serious, rigid, unsmiling, sticks to principles, and is as strict with others as he is with himself. His catchphrase is "I want zero mistakes!" ", the subordinate mentioned that he was also shocked.Although everyone admits that he actually takes good care of his subordinates, he is never willing to express it in words, as if he is afraid that others will remember his kindness.
Li Wen turned his face and looked at her: "Do you still remember the dream girl in your elementary school?"
"Remember, Prince of Tennis!" Ah Hua said with staring eyes.
"Um, yeah? I met him last week. He must be two hundred pounds. His jaw almost dropped to the floor."
Ah Hua said angrily: "No wonder!...That's better than you were back then, fat boy, so fat you can't even see."
Li Wen raised his chin and said, "Even back then, I didn't think he was so handsome, like a heron with long legs."
"So, do you know what this is called? It's called 'memory filter'," he said with a smile, "When people recall the past, they will always beautify themselves in the memory. Maybe Mr.Lo is the same, for this I don’t know how many soft apertures have been added by the old-fashioned way.”
In the setting sun, a group of pigeons are walking and looking for food leisurely on the lawn. Sometimes they fly up in twos and threes, draw a beautiful arc in the air and then fall down, vigorous and light.
The man sitting quietly on the bench bowed, and a pigeon walked up to him. It seemed that he was not afraid of strangers. He touched his hand in the bag for a while, squatted down on the lawn, and slowly stretched out his palm. The pigeon came over to peck carefully, and he watched quietly, with a serious and focused expression, and a gentle smile in his eyes.
Suddenly there was a whistle in the distance, and the pigeons all flapped their wings and flew up. He clapped his hands, stood up, and said, "Come out."
"You have been with me for a day, aren't you tired?"