The misty rain on a spring night would disturb one's dreams, so it was not a good time to fall into a dark and sweet dream. Furthermore, Xu Le and the others still had a lot of important matters to attend to, so they occupied the eleventh mansion and began to drink. The twelfth young master of the Li family enthusiastically accompanied them for a few drinks, then tactfully left in advance.
At this time, Xu Le saw Brother Zeng beside Li Xiaotong. He respected Brother Zeng, who was like a spear, so he went up to him and greeted him. Brother Zeng nodded. He still waited silently behind Seventh Young Master Li like before, but there were a few specks of white on his sideburns.
Li Xiaotong looked at this scene and couldn't help but sigh. In the Federation, only Xu Le was more polite and serious when he saw his bodyguards. It was probably because of this personality that many people admired Xu Le, such as the president. Then, there were even more people who wanted Xu Le dead, such as the big shots in the government and the military.
Li Xiaotong poured the remaining wine into the ashtray to extinguish the cigarette. He frowned and said, "No one wants you to come back to the capital ring at this time."
Xu Le raised his glass and clinked it with the team members in the distance. He took two sips and replied vaguely with the cigarette in his mouth, "Many people have expressed similar intentions."
Li Xiaotong shook his head and said, "Everyone knows why you were exiled to the West Woods. They can roughly guess why Mr. Shi did what he did. Now that Mr. Byron is dead, he's dead, and the investigation on the Ancient Clock hasn't been restarted. Now that you're back … "
His eyebrows were like the branches of a plum blossom that had been frozen in the snow. He frowned slightly. "Everyone is scared. They are worried that you will go crazy like you did when you killed Macklin. Even the old man in my family has touched the round hat more often than before. It is obvious that he is anxious about your return."
"In the end, no one expected that other than going to the police station on this rainy night, you actually didn't do anything else. Instead, you spent a lot of energy fighting for that woman's affection. This matter is really puzzling."
"It's mainly to satisfy Shi Qinghai's craving." Xu Le looked at him and said with a smile, "It's really embarrassing for you to do this personally."
Li Xiaotong shook his head and said with a self-deprecating smile, "As long as you don't go crazy, even if you ask me to take off my clothes and act as a clown, I'm willing to do it, let alone play a boring face-slapping scene for you."
"Is it that bad?" Xu Le frowned and found it funny.
"You're the biggest investment in my life." Li Xiaotong looked at him solemnly and said slowly, "The past few years have proven that the elders in my family have long accepted that no matter if you are a soldier or a felon locked up in Qingcheng, as long as you don't die, my investment will definitely benefit. Therefore, I sincerely hope that you will learn to control your anger and learn to cherish your own body. In my eyes, your life is much more precious than other people's."
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In anyone's eyes, their own life was definitely the most precious thing in the universe. However, because the law of nature had already cast the spell that all living things would wither, people had to accept it sadly and then try to find a way to leave with more happiness. For example, they could find a reason that was more emotional than death, or they could die on the path they freely chose.
Last night, under the lingering spring rain, Xu Le and his comrades had quietly chosen a grave for the guy in the car to rest in. It was early in the morning, and this was the Xinghe Public Cemetery. Xu Le put the white bouquet in his hand in front of Professor Shen's grave and then walked to the tombstone next to it. Looking at the rain-soaked handwriting on the tombstone, he smiled slightly.
Shi Qinghai's family background and a brief description were written on the tombstone. The epitaph was chosen by Xu Le. It was a very powerful sentence picked out from the letter many years ago. These words were sonorous and powerful, but they were not blindly serious, which was very much like Mr. Shi's character.
"I have already died on the path I chose, but you have to live, live well, and live with a clear conscience."
Back then, when Xu Le had read the letter Shi Qinghai had left behind in the restaurant, he had seen the line about choosing his own path. He had come to a realization. If a person could die on the path they had chosen, it would be a kind of peaceful happiness. So today, he had engraved this line of words on the other person's tombstone.
"Artistic young people generally have short lives."
Holding a black umbrella and holding her son's hand, Zou Yu stood in the cold rain and looked at the grave in front of her with a mocking expression on her face.
Zou Liuhuo, who was already four or five years old, opened his big black eyes curiously and looked at the cement mound in front of him. Of course, he didn't know that the person lying in the mound was his father, but he was very unhappy that his mother's hand was so cold and hard that it hurt a little.
Little boys were as dangerous and flustered as animals, but they also had some kind of sensitive perception ability. According to his usual character, Zou Liuhuo should have already made a big fuss, but when he felt the strange atmosphere in the cemetery garden and the pain from his hand, he didn't make a sound.
Xu Le glanced at Zou Yu and found that she still had a small red flower in her hair today. He didn't know what material it was made of, but the bright red petals were stained with the powder scattered by the spring rain, making them look bright and beautiful.
He didn't know when it started. Perhaps it was because of the pain of her dream being shattered, and Mo Yu crying on the highway, but after she matured very quickly, Zou Yu, in addition to liking to wear red clothes, also fell in love with red flowers.
"Although until the end, you didn't get together again." Xu Le spread out his hands and said, "But I thought that on this kind of occasion, you should at least change the color of the flower."
Zou Yu was silent for a long time. Although she was quiet, a smile suddenly flashed across her naturally charming face. She said, "He said that red flowers are beautiful."
Five years ago, in the same cemetery, in the same rain, Xu Le officially took the heavy responsibility of taking care of Zou Yu and the child in her belly for Shi Qinghai. Five years later, the little life in her belly had grown into a healthy little boy. Zou Yu was still beautiful, Xu Le was still carrying all kinds of pots, and Shi Qinghai was already sleeping underground. Time really did change a lot of things.
"Liuhuo is going to play the piano tonight. Let's have supper," she said.
"Okay," Xu Le replied.
Zou Yu took the child and turned to leave. She didn't hesitate, and it was extremely simple.
Xu Le looked at her back that disappeared in the spring rain. After a moment of silence, he made a phone call. In the rain, he lowered his voice and frowned, saying, "Miss Dai 'er, hello, I'm Xu Le."
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