Ghostly face left, Chen Wei cleaned up the hiding animal on the top of Kunlun Mountain. In a blink of an eye, all the others who were sensible had basically dispersed. Only the Niu Tou and Horse Face held the judge on one side, looking at him from a distance, as if he had something to say, and as if he didn't dare to come over. Chen Wei stretched out his hand to Daqing and said briefly: "Let's go, I'll take you back."

Daqing jumped onto his shoulders. In fact, Chen Wei's figure was similar to Zhao Yunlan, and his shoulders were not wider than him, nor narrower than him. But standing on the shoulders of the Soul-Slaying Man, it always felt awkward, so it had to shrink itself into a black cat ball and grab his clothes desperately with its claws.

The judge seemed to have gathered up the courage and called them: "Sir..."

Chen Wei put away the Soul-Slaying Sword, without pausing, and said lightly: "Get out, don't force me to speak terrible words."

It was finally dawning, and the late light was leaked.

When Chen Wei returned to Zhao Yunlan's small apartment, it was already noon. All the TV stations were scrolling to play the morning vision. The major media had basically nothing else to do. They all showed their magical powers to invite experts from all walks of life to talk nonsense.

Chen Wei only did one thing - waiting for the door.

He waited for the door, and moved the small sofa to the point where he rushed to the door, and then sat there motionless.

Daqing squatted silently on the window, treating himself as a cat ornament, pretending not to exist.

This time I sat for three or four hours. When the sun was almost west in the afternoon, Chen Wei's cell phone on the table vibrated a few times.

Chen Wei didn't react at first, and it took a while to remember to pick it up and see it. After this movement, the whole person seemed to suddenly "come alive".

After opening it, there are three text messages in a row.

Article 1: "There is finally a signal, nothing is going to happen, I'll go home later."

One minute later, the second item is: "Damn, the leader is calling. There is a dinner party in the evening. I just saw it, don't wait for me."

One minute later, the third item came: "Go to rest early, be good."

Daqing jumped off the windowsill, landed on the ground, and circled around the sofa for a while. Finally, he seemed to have enough courage to clear his throat and asked respectfully: "Sir, is it our order master?"

"Well," Chen Wei nodded, "He said something was wrong and I'll come back later."

Daqing breathed a sigh of relief, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Then... I will say goodbye first and go back to No. 4 Guangming Road."

Chen Wei lowered his eyes and looked at it. Daqing instinctively lowered his head under his eyes - it seemed that he could not remember the way he spoke "Teacher Shen" and said everything.

Chen Wei nodded slightly: "Let's go slowly."

Daqing was so amnesty that he quickly jumped up and opened the door bolt, and ran out. It was so scary to live in the same room with the Soul-Slaying Pluto. If it weren't for the worry that Zhao Yunlan wouldn't have left the small fish in his refrigerator and would not have eaten it, and would have come to suffer such a worried foreign crime.

Zhao Yunlan didn't go to socialize, but he actually didn't go anywhere. After sending the text message, he walked aimlessly on the streets of Longcheng.

Most of the winters here are dry, and I don’t know why this winter is full of snow and foggy, and there is a layer of tiny ice slag on the ground. Occasionally, cars drive by, and they are careful not to speed up. Some small shops on the street have been closed, and even there are fewer pedestrians, which looks a bit depressed.

His eyes were confused, and he didn't seem to know where to go. There was bloodshot in his eyes and he looked very haggard.

It took a long time before his phone rang, and Zhao Yunlan answered the phone hoarsely: "Hey, Dad."

"Yeah." The other end of the phone responded, "Why are you not in the service area?"

"..." Zhao Yunlan stood on the street and happened to stand on the vent. The dry and cold wind made his eyes red. He stayed for two seconds before he responded half a beat slower, "The signal is not good."

Father Zhao asked: "Then where are you now?"

Zhao Yunlan himself couldn't say it well, so he looked up and carefully identified the name of the street before roughly speaking his location.

Father Zhao: "Wait, I'll go find you."

Zhao Yunlan squatted on the side of the road for a while. After about twenty minutes, a car stopped beside him. The driver poked his head out of it and looked at him with disgust: "Why do you look like a beggar? Get in the car."

Zhao Yunlan gave him a weak look, stomped his numb feet, climbed up to the passenger seat, sat on his butt like a dead dog, held his hands in front of his chest, shrank his shoulders, and his whole body was filled with the aura of "I don't want to talk to you or explain the problem."

His dad stepped on the accelerator and glanced at him: "Where have you gone? Wear this way."

"Qingdaei-Tibet Plateau." Zhao Yunlan said expressionlessly.

"What did you do?"

"Combined with the arrest of some extremely evil poachers in Kokoxili."

Zhao's father said: "Fart."

Zhao Yunlan didn't say anything.

Zhao's father was silent for a while: "Your mother told me two days ago that I had never thought about how to talk to you about this, so I didn't look for you."

Zhao Yunlan looked at him with some fatigue.

"The years you were a child were the period of my career rising and the busiest time. At that time, your mother was in charge of you. I didn't do much and didn't think anything was wrong. Until you went to school, your mother took me to the parent club organized by the school. When you had nothing to do on the weekend, she sat with other parents and teachers and talked about their children. I realized that you are different from other children."

Zhao Yunlan smiled bitterly: "It's not different. It's clear that you gave birth to a freak... Okay, let's communicate with each other in a different time. I really don't want to talk today."

Zhao's father looked at him silently: "I'm spoiled enough to you - you just let you apply for a special investigation office with a whim, and helped you with some relationships. Have I asked you about your unnecessary nonsense? Don't give me some impulse."

"..." Zhao Yunlan was silent for a while, "Okay, what do you want to ask?"

"I have to ask first, can you and that teacher be separated?"

"No." Zhao Yunlan said firmly.

"I didn't worry with you. Let's discuss this matter calmly," Zhao's father frowned. "Tell me, what do you like? What do you think is that others cannot replace him? What are the reasons you deserve to bear the pressure of public opinion and the fact that you cannot be together legally at this stage, is also necessary?"

"My mother is not as beautiful as Sister Zhiling. Why do you keep her tree and give up the whole forest?" Zhao Yunlan said impolitely, and then he snorted in a bad mood, "Public opinion is bullshit, what is legal? If I want it, draw a marriage certificate yourself, and various official seals carved by carrots at the entrance of the university road, each costing five yuan each. What's so great about it?"

Father Zhao: "I'll tell you this, what's your attitude?"

"...I'm sorry." Zhao Yunlan was silent for a moment, lowered her head, and pinched her eyebrows hard.

"Maybe one day, when your hormone level returns to normal, you will regret your current choice," Zhao's father's tone has always been very stable, and it is not slow and quick, making people unable to help relax with him. He doesn't think he is aggressive at all. This attitude makes it easier for people to listen to his words. He said, " Passion is a very wonderful thing. I have been young and understand that feeling, but I don't agree with too difficult love. Do you know why?"

Zhao Yunlan did not answer.

"Have you seen "Anna Karenina"?" Zhao's father drove slowly on the empty street at twenty miles speed. "Why did Anna die in the end? Of course, you can argue that the love she cheated on is immoral and you are justified. I agree with this, but one thing is common - love is a very tough and fragile thing. Perhaps when it is obstructed and oppressed, it will produce great power and become a kind of almost great feeling. This is why it has been praised from ancient times to the present, but you have to remember one sentence: 'What defeats you will never be the mountain, but the sand in your shoes'."

Zhao Yunlan didn't say anything.

Zhao's father sighed: "Hard love can be carried through with strength and desperate efforts, but love always has to be dull. Have you ever thought about it? By then, when you see each other, the effect of hormones fades, what you think about is not the beautiful heartbeat, but the criticism and pain you suffered when you were with him. How do you face him and how do you face you? Have you ever thought about it? People are like this, don't think you are an exception. Do you still remember the ice cream you loved to eat when you were a child?"

Zhao Yunlan shook his head slowly.

"Your mother is afraid that you won't grow taller and don't give you snacks. You think about it day and night and protested on hunger strikes. Later, when I came back from a business trip, I thought of it - I took you there three meals a day, and I asked you to choose whatever you want every time. Each time, at least two big boxes, I don't care about you if I get a stomachache, and I take you for a month. Later, when I mention the ice cream shop, you cry loudly and don't want to go with the door frame."

Zhao Yunlan barely pulled the corner of her mouth and smiled. Zhao's father said calmly: "Now you think about it and then tell me, do you think you can continue like this with that teacher?"

No one would not listen to him when he spoke like this. Zhao Yunlan paused for a while before answering the conversation. His voice was still hoarse. He took out a bottle of mineral water from the side and poured it in half. Then he slowly said: "Shen Wei and I have known each other for a long time. In fact, since I first started working, I have known him for many years. Dad, I know what you mean, but there is a kind of person in the world, not the kind of person who looks good, how you are so embarrassed, how you must be so arrogant, and why you must be a lord. I think from now on the king will not be a preceptor, but you think that if you are sorry for him, you are simply not a thing."

Zhao's father turned his head and looked at him. Zhao Yunlan leaned against the backrest of the car seat, his eyes half open and half closed. Perhaps because of lack of sleep, his double eyelids, which were thicker than others, were almost folded into three layers, making him look particularly tired.

After hearing this, Zhao's father didn't say anything for a long time. After a while, he said with some difficulty: "Okay, you are an adult, and I don't have the right to interfere with you too much in some things. If you think so, then I really have nothing to say - if you have time another day, when I'm at home, you can take him to have a meal at home."

"Thank you." Zhao Yunlan didn't look much happy when she said this. His brows were frowning gently. After a while, he said with some difficulty, "Dad, can you drink a few drinks with me?"

Zhao's father glanced at him, turned the front of the car, and took him to a relatively secluded restaurant run by locals. He opened the drinks list and pushed it to Zhao Yunlan: "Call it, I'll pay."

Then nodded to the waiter: "Give me a pot of Tieguanyin."

The father and son sat opposite each other, with some subtle similarities in temperament. Those who drank tea and those who drank wine, no one said anything, and no one disturbed anyone.

Zhao Yunlan couldn't drink alcohol, and the more she drank, the pale her face became. When the empty bottle in front of him had passed two times, Zhao's father held his hand to call the waiter and turned around and said, "Give him a glass of honey water - although sometimes you can drink a little when you feel uncomfortable, but I am your father. I have to watch you and don't let you get alcohol poisoning or stomach perforation."

Zhao Yunlan paused: "I haven't eaten yet, so I'll give me another plate of fried rice."

"Can you tell me what's going on now? Have you quarreled with the teacher?" Zhao's father asked.

"How is that possible?" Zhao Yunlan smiled with difficulty, "I'm older than the age of quarreling with people because of nothing."

Father Zhao: "What's wrong?"

Zhao Yunlan didn't say anything for a while, staring at the marble table, as if he saw the irregular patterns. It was not until the water and rice he ordered came up that his eyes moved slightly and said softly: "Many things... I don't know whether I am right or wrong, what should I do?"

Zhao's father lit a cigarette and was silent for a while: "I can tell you my feelings. I have lived to this age and feel that there are four things that cannot be too persistent in this life: one is long-term, two is right and wrong, three is good and evil, and four is life and death."

Zhao Yunlan raised her eyes and looked at him.

"Persistence is sometimes a virtue, but if you are too entangled with 'long-term', you are prone to worry about gains and losses and cannot see the way down your feet; if you are too entangled with 'rights and wrong', you are prone to get stuck in a stubborn way. There are not so many things that are absolutely right or absolutely wrong in the world; if you are too entangled with 'good and evil', you cannot tolerate sand in your eyes, and sometimes you will be self-righteous, hoping that the rules will change according to your edges and corners, and you will always be disappointed; if you are too entangled with 'life and death', you will have a small vision, and you can only be a second-class person in your life."

Zhao Yunlan listened silently.

"Some things cannot withstand torture, nor can they withstand thoughts, and they are not worthy of deep deprivation. I think since you have done it, there is no need to think about whether it is right or wrong. Instead of torture yourself with these things, you might as well think about what to do in the future, what do you think?"

After hearing this, Zhao Yunlan drank a whole cup of honey water without saying a word, and then said calmly: "I can't eat any more food. I have to vomit. After vomiting, you can drive me back."

Zhao's father sent him downstairs all the way, but he didn't go up: "Is that teacher at your house? Isn't it ready for me, so I can't come to the door suddenly. You can go up by yourself and make an appointment later."

Zhao Yunlan turned his back to him, waved at him, and walked upstairs across the sky.

Chen Wei was waiting for the door. When he heard the key ringing, he immediately walked over and opened the door before he unscrewed the lock. Zhao Yunlan looked quite sober, but he smelled of alcohol on his body and tripped by the threshold when he raised his foot. Chen Wei hurriedly supported him: "How much did you drink?"

"It's okay." Zhao Yunlan put his forehead on his shoulder, leaned on him for a while, then smiled at him, "I'll take a shower first... Is there anything to eat?"

"..." Chen Wei actually had many accounts to settle with him when Zhao Yunlan made his own decision on Kunlun on the ground, but seeing him pressing his stomach pitifully, he couldn't say anything. At the end, Chen Wei just sighed, "Then I'll go and have a hot inventory for you."

Zhao Yunlan quickly kissed his neck, reached into his arms, took out a slender wooden box, stuffed it into Chen Wei's hand, said a "gift", and turned around and entered the bathroom.

Chen Wei lowered his head and opened the wooden box. He saw a very thin pen inside. The wooden pen holder was a little bit like a hair. At first glance, it turned out to be golden and dazzling. He held it in his hand so heavy that it was a bit shockingly heavy. The treasure light flowed, and China Resources was restrained. It suddenly became the legendary merit pen made of ancient wood.

Chen Wei was stunned for a moment. At this moment, a loud noise suddenly came from outside the sound of water in the bathroom.

Chen Wei was startled and quickly put away the holy weapon, walked over and knocked on the door: "Yun Lan, is it okay?"

There is a bathtub in Zhao Yunlan's bathroom. It is equipped with a shower on the bathtub. You can take a bath if you have time, and you can rush it if you don't have time. Zhao Yunlan accidentally turned the water temperature too high. He was originally drunk and could barely wake up. After being steamed by the heat, he immediately started to get over. He stepped on the bathtub barefoot and was too slippery. He didn't pay attention and threw himself into the bathtub. He fell heavily and almost fell into the concussion.

The eyes were filled with shaking Venus, and I didn't hear anything Chen Wei said at all.
Chapter completed!