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Chapter 67



Chapter 67

Compared with the He Yuelin in Luo Tanshen's memory, the masculinity in front of him is more mature and gentle - although the familiar frivolity and cynicism are still in his eyes.

He Yuelin, in his early twenties, is a ruffian noble son who spends money abroad with peace of mind. He loves cars and beauties, and is a frequent visitor to rich race tracks and cruise ship parties.

But compared to other dandies, He Yuelin has a bit more artistic atmosphere. He has played in a rock band, and is also proficient in piano and guzheng, two musical instruments that seem to be completely different from each other.His private life is unrestrained, because of his good skin and solid family background, he can't even count how many relationships he has had.

A few years passed in a blink of an eye, and the extremely irregular life did not turn He Yuelin into a greasy man.The skin has not changed, but there is a little more warmth and charm from the years in every gesture.

In the tea room, the fragrance of tea bursts.

Luo Tan couldn't help but look at him twice more.

"Calculate, we haven't seen each other for almost six years, right?" He Yuelin had already taken off his coat and was only wearing a dark handmade shirt with the neckline open and the sleeves rolled up to the forearm. He said calmly, "I'll take you out for the last time." Just kidding, you don't seem to be 19 yet."

"I have to correct your wording again." Luo Tanshen said, "It's not you who brought me, but us together."

He Yuelin smiled and said, "I'm two years older than you, why can't I take you with me? Or, do you think I use the word 'bring' to make you look like a child?"

Luo Tan shook his hand as he poured the tea deeply, and a few drops of tea soup spilled out.

"I'm just kidding." He Yuelin took out a tissue and wiped away the water marks on the table.

Luo Tan looked deeply at his hands and forearms, and then looked up, sweeping across his chin, bridge of nose, eyebrow arch and forehead.

He Yuelin has half-European ancestry, fair skin, light gray pupils, black hair common to Asians, deep facial contours, likes to smile, but the smile rarely falls into the eyes, so even when he smiles, he looks A frivolous coldness.

In the past, He Yuelin was young and more ruffian than cold, but now that he has gained experience, his aura has changed slightly, and the indifference that comes from his bones is even more obvious.

"Am I more handsome than before?" He Yuelin asked with a smile after taking a sip of tea.

"You are as shameless as before." Luo Tan said deeply.

"Then you are as straightforward as before." He Yuelin took it smoothly, "If I am not more handsome than before, why are you staring at me?"

Luo Tanshen didn't want to lose the wind, and was about to push back, when He Yuelin said: "Forget it, I like you like this. Xiaoshen, you have the capital to do whatever you want."

Luo Tan deeply frowned, "Don't call me that."

He Yuelin finished his point, "Okay, it's late today, let's get down to business first."

Luo Tanshen put down the tea bowl and looked up at him.

"Ping Zheng is now in country K, and it happens that my friend has some contacts in country K." He Yuelin said: "He has been 'protected' now."

Luo Tan knew very well that the "some connections" that He Yuelin said must be powerful, "What did Ping Zheng confess?"

"He posted the video about you because he was bewitched by someone who sent him to country K. The other party said he was helping him start a new life in country K. In fact, he was under house arrest in country K. When my friend found him, He has been illegally detained and monitored for a month."

"Who is this person?"

He Yuelin shrugged, "An unknown little guy. But if you touch down from this guy, the other end of the vine is the Ming family you guessed."

Luo Tan squinted deeply, "Ming Zhaochi."

"For the time being, we can't be sure whether it's Ming Zhaochi or someone else." He Yuelin smiled, "But if you think it's him, I'll just trust your intuition."

Luo Tan stared deeply at the golden-red tea soup, rubbing his fingers along his chin.

He Yuelin waited for a while and asked, "What are you thinking?"

"It doesn't make much sense to get the evidence that Ming Zhaochi ordered Ping Zheng." The gleam of the tea soup reflected in Luo Tanshen's eyes, "What I want is the evidence that Ming Zhaochi committed a crime in China. Both Zhou Jinchuan and the driver who caused the accident are dead. Zhou Renjia's whereabouts are unknown, if Ming Zhaochi was responsible for all this, then he must pay the price."

He Yuelin said: "That's why I didn't bring Ping Zheng back immediately. I'm still investigating the car accident. Before we get definite evidence, we'd better not alarm Ming Zhaochi or the explainers."

Luo Tan rubbed the center of his brows deeply, called for a meal with tea, and smiled politely, "I'm sorry to trouble you this time."

"Don't be so polite with me." He Yuelin said: "Whoever touches you will touch me, can I swallow this breath?"

The tea room was built by the lake, and the sporadic starlight dotted the lake water, and the summer breath in the air was smudged with a layer of humidity.

Luo Tanshen pushed the cut refreshments in front of He Yuelin, and asked half jokingly and half seriously, "What have you experienced in these years?"

He Yuelin was drinking tea when he heard the words and coughed.

Luo Tan was too lazy to greet him, and looked at him indifferently.

"You're right..." He Yuelin wiped his hands and mouth with a paper towel, "I'm fine, what else can I experience besides eating, drinking and having fun?"

"I remember that you used to show off wantonly and never wronged yourself."

"I am also very self-willed and reckless now, where did I wrong myself?"

Luo Tanshen crossed his fingers, "If it was you in the past, you would definitely not agree to return to China to marry. I deliberately made things difficult, and you would not give me a good face."

He Yuelin smiled and rolled his eyes, "Answer your next question first. How do you know that if you play tricks, I won't give you a good face?"

"This is not an answer, but a question."

"All right, all right, then treat it as a question." He Yuelin said: "You didn't deliberately feel sorry for me before, did you? Are you so sure that if you make things difficult for me, I will lose my face?"

Luo Tan raised an eyebrow deeply.

"I won't." He Yuelin looked very natural, "I have always been very patient with you."

Luo Tanshen felt uneasy, and took a bowl of tea without looking away, "Really?"

"You are such a beautiful and lovely child—don't stare at me in a hurry, I mean, you were sixteen or seventeen years old, why weren't you a child?" He Yuelin continued: "It's hard for me not to be tempted, but you were You're underage, so I won't spoil you."

Luo Tan snorted softly.

"Now answer the previous question." He Yuelin spread his hands, "People, especially young people, change their minds all the time. Otherwise, why are there so many people who get married and divorced in a flash? But I have already thought it over. Going back to China to get married , Firstly, because the marriage partner is you, I can accept it, and secondly, as I get older, I gradually want to have a companion."

"You don't come here." Luo Tanshen said, "Is 26 years old also called 'older'?"

"Even if I'm exaggerating. But you can't deny that people will not be young forever, they will always be 20 years old. I don't want to be 40 or 50 years old. I suddenly feel that I should have a partner, but I have missed the best person."

"So for you, I'm the best candidate?"

He Yuelin said: "I think the term 'best candidate' is very suitable for both of us. Do you have a more satisfactory candidate than me?"

The two looked at each other across the tea table, testing each other, calm, intimate, yet alienated.

After a while, Luo Tanshen suddenly smiled.

He Yuelin said relaxedly: "Have you figured it out?"

"We are the same kind of people." Luo Tanshen said, "Is that what you mean?"

"You have always been very smart, and there is no obstacle for me to communicate with you." He Yuelin held a tea bowl, "Many people think that love is the prerequisite for living together, but I think mutual recognition is. If we get married, we will have a very happy life in the future comfortable."

Luo Tan sneered deeply, "That's true, they are all cold-blooded animals after all."

"Don't say that about yourself." He Yuelin said: "Have we reached a consensus?"

The corners of Luo Tanshen's lips tightened slightly, "Give me some time."

He Yuelin understood, "Do you have 'emotional debt' to deal with?"

"I'm not single now." Luo Tanshen didn't hide it, "I have a little boyfriend, at least until his birthday, my relationship with you will not exceed the category of friends."

"After spending his birthday with him, are you going to get rid of him?" He Yuelin said as if watching a play: "This 'gift' is really ingenious."

Luo Tan frowned deeply.

"Angry?" He Yuelin raised his chin and said unhurriedly, "You have a lot of love for this little boyfriend?"

Luo Tan said deeply: "I don't want to talk about him with you."

He Yuelin said: "There is a word 'deep' in your name, but like me, you are a person who cannot give deep affection. You use too little affection, and I don't know what deep affection is. Therefore, we are a match made in heaven. right."

Luo Tan drank his tea deeply and remained silent.

"The word 'Tan' is more suitable for you." He Yuelin said again: "The affection you give is just a flash in the pan, and when it blooms, it withers."

"I know you are an artist." Luo Tan waved his hands deeply, "but don't show off to me."

He Yuelin smiled, "Okay, whatever you say is what you say."

Leaving the teahouse by the lake, Luo Tanshen sat in the car for a while before remembering to make an appointment with Shan Yufei.

It was already twelve o'clock at night.

He forgot the mobile phone that had nothing to do with daily work in the car, and it was set to silent because of the previous meeting. Looking at it now, he found that Shan Yufei had made two calls.

After hesitating for half a minute, he dialed.

Shan Yufei's voice came, the same as usual, gentle, calm and tolerant.

"Sorry." He didn't even explain why he missed the appointment, and asked, "Have you gone back?"

"Yeah." Shan Yufei said, "Ice glutinous rice balls won't taste good if left for too long. I'll make them for you next time."

Luo Tan was deeply relieved, "Then you rest quickly, I have other things to do. By the way, didn't I say to celebrate your birthday with you last time? It's already summer, think about it. Is there any place you want to go in particular? you go."

Shan Yufei said, "Okay."

"That's it." Luo Tanshen hung up the phone, lost his mind for a while, and suddenly compared Shan Yufei with He Yuelin.

Facing the sudden predicament, He Yuelin was able to give him practical assistance, but Shan Yufei could only make him a bowl of iced glutinous rice balls.

He covered the upper half of his face, feeling an unexplainable void in his heart.

At the same time, Shan Yufei, who had been waiting for four hours in the lobby on the first floor of the Rock Group, opened the thermos and lunch box.

The ice cubes hadn't melted yet, and it was steaming, but the glutinous rice balls were already sticky together.

He mixed ingredients such as crushed peanuts with the glutinous rice balls, stirred them hastily a few times, and scooped them into his mouth.

Iced glutinous rice balls are not tasty after being kept for a long time, but it is not impossible to be a food to satisfy the hunger.

He knew that Luo Tanshen was in a bad mood and tired recently, so he asked a colleague to change shifts, and came here in a hurry to deliver this ice glutinous rice ball, not for anything else, but hoped that Luo Tanshen would be happier.

The shift can only be changed for a few hours, and he was busy in the restaurant until eight o'clock before leaving.

There was no time for dinner.

This bowl of "expired" glutinous rice balls without any appearance became his belated dinner.


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