After sending Fang Susu away from the villa area, it was already nine o'clock in the morning when Lin Ze returned to the Han family villa. He stuffed some cold food into his stomach and drank a large glass of cold water.
He lost too much blood last night. For ordinary people, he would have to stay in the hospital for a week before recovering. But Lin Ze only felt that his mouth was dry and he was quite thirsty. He drank a large glass of cold water and lay down on the bed to take a nap.
And go.
Three hours later, Lin Ze woke up leisurely.
This is his habitual pattern, or disordered biological clock——
Under normal circumstances, Lin Ze can guarantee six hours of sleep no matter when and where he is. This sleep time is enough to keep him active all day long.
For example, after the life-and-death battle last night, he couldn't rest peacefully and woke up automatically after taking a nap.
After patting his dizzy forehead, Lin Ze picked up a large glass of cold water prepared on the bedside table, drank it all in one gulp, silently lit a cigarette and took a deep breath.
After all, there are still some scars on his mind that cannot be healed.
The forced death of his comrades during the mission, and working as an undercover agent on the road as a teenager, led to his blurring of the boundaries between black and white. A few years ago, he was even more devastated by her accidental death.
The decadent and indulgent experience of those six months not only made him a veteran of flowers and a nightclub prodigal, but also made him unable to sleep for half a year.
He really wanted to sleep, even if his head was completely exhausted. But no matter how he closed his eyes and didn't think about anything, he just couldn't sleep peacefully.
As a capable agent, he clearly knows that sleeping pills are addictive. With his level of insomnia, he must take a large amount of sleeping pills to fall asleep. However, his job does not allow him to take large amounts of sleeping pills, which will cause him to suffer from intermittent symptoms.
hallucination.
His work and his situation bear not only his personal life, but also the glory of the country.
The sense of oppression and mission, as well as the mental torture, made Lin Ze truly experience the pain of excruciating pain.
"call--"
Lin Ze puffed out a puff of smoke, stood up and opened the curtains. The afternoon sunlight poured in, shrouding the originally cold and gloomy villa in a sense of peace and tranquility. Spring is finally here, and the flowers, plants and trees are also glowing with a new round of vitality.
, full of vitality.
Last night, the woman with silver hair, bare feet, and a bell on her face, with only half of her face exposed, reminded Lin Ze of her. He thought of her who had fought side by side and had an unparalleled tacit understanding.
If she were alive, would she still be happy?
If you died, would you have any regrets?
Lin Ze didn't know.
He knew her, understood her, but did not understand her. Just when she was about to open up her heart and let Lin Ze run rampant in her world, she left and disappeared into his world as if she would never meet again.
After smoking the remaining half of the cigarette in one breath, Lin Ze took off his clothes and took a shower in the room.
He is not afraid of cold water soaking the wound, nor is he afraid of being infected and delaying the recovery of the wound.
Years of career have made his body as strong as an iron wall. Not to mention such a minor injury, no matter how serious it is, he can still bathe in cold water, drink alcohol and smoke without any inhibitions.
He is a man, a man. Don't let the old director brag about this, let alone Xiao Hei. People have their own conclusions in their hearts.
After taking a shower and regaining his energy, Lin Ze put on a set of clothes prepared by Uncle Fu, opened the door and went downstairs.
He said he wanted to cook a sumptuous dinner for Han Xiaoyi, so he would definitely do it.
Lin Ze is not a man who likes to make promises. Most of the time, he will refuse to make such a choice. Should he promise or let the other person down?
It's hard to decide.
Promises are a very heavy topic. Promises are a gimmick that many people use to please and deceive. There are very few people in this world who can truly make promises and fulfill them.
Lin Ze is an exception because he rarely makes promises. Once he makes a promise, he will stick to it till death.
No matter it is as simple as just a dinner, or as difficult as protecting the Han family's life or death. If you make a promise, you will do it.
This is Lin Ze’s principle of life.
The Han family spent last night in fear. They didn't sleep all night, and they couldn't regain their spirits no matter how much sleep they got during the day.
Lin Ze did not choose to make an overly greasy dinner, but instead used vegetarian and light ingredients to make a hearty vegetarian meal.
There were twelve vegetarian dishes, which took Lin Ze a full two hours to prepare.
When he took off his apron, he found that Han Zhenbei had already gone downstairs. The fierce footsteps of the Han siblings could also be heard upstairs. He must have known that he had to go out early to catch the plane.
Han Zhenbei's eyes fell softly on the face of Lin Ze who came out of the kitchen. He almost had a strong impulse, hoping that Lin Ze would give him an answer and a promise.
Han Zhenbei's strong forbearance ability and perverted temperament allowed him to suppress this strong impulse. He just put down the newspaper, picked up the cigar box on the coffee table, and said with a smile: "Smoke one?"
"I just made a table of vegetarian dishes. Smoking will affect the taste of the dishes——"
"Wow, Daddy, you are so generous. Only less than a thousand of these cigars are produced in the world. Last time I heard, they cost $50,000." Han Xiaoyi came downstairs unexpectedly.
"But since Mr. Han is so polite, I'd better obey him respectfully." Lin Ze changed the topic and sat across from him, taking the cigar without changing his expression.
Fifty thousand dollars a piece?
So how much does it cost if I take a puff?
Lin Ze finally lost his composure. He knew that cigars that top rich people like Han Zhenbei were reluctant to smoke must be very expensive. They were essentially different from the so-called treasures circulating on the market.
Sure enough, after just one puff, Lin Ze was so ecstatic that he lay on the sofa panting as if he had no bones - his face was full of intoxication.
There are not many people who are qualified to smoke cigars on an equal footing with Han Zhenbei, and there are almost no people who are qualified to smoke cigars that even Han Zhenbei is reluctant to smoke. Lin Ze is an exception because he saved three lives of the Han family.
If he was still very tentative on the first day Lin Ze arrived, by now, he was completely at ease with Lin Ze.
A man who is not afraid of life and death on the battlefield and is as invincible as a god of war. How bad can he be?
After working hard all night, he would carefully prepare a sumptuous vegetarian meal for Han Xiaoyi when he got up. How could he be so despicable?
A man who is only twenty years old, no matter how shameless he is, how shameless can he be?
Han Zhenbei looked at Lin Ze again, as if looking at his own son——
"The blood-stained style of putting your head down." Han Zhenbei said to a servant.
There is a surround sound system in the living room, which was originally used for the wealthy disciples to hold parties, but Han Zhenbei has never used it. He really wants to listen to music today, and his character was polished as smooth and strong as early as twenty years ago.
Rock, but after spending these few days with Lin Ze, he somehow developed some bloody and fearless heroism.
This emotion is extremely fatal to a super businessman standing at the top of the pyramid.
Han Zhenbei also knew clearly that this emotion was dangerous, but no matter what, who made Lin Ze, a young man he could trust, sit opposite him?
These days, even among the poor, there are not many people they can trust. Let alone Han Zhenbei, who is floating in the power arena?
The corners of his mouth, which had always been cold and restrained, curved in a reassuring arc.
"Maybe I say goodbye/will never come back/do you understand/do you understand/maybe I fall/will never get up again/do you still want to look forward to forever/if so/don't be sad/we are on the flag of the Republic
Blood-stained style/If this is the case/Don’t be sad/The flag of the Republic has our blood-stained style..."
The song is bold and inspiring throughout.
Han Zhenbei clicked this song, not only for himself, but also for the young man opposite, Lin Ze.
He listened in silence to this old and ancient song for young people. But he savored the artistic conception of the song with a solemn expression, heavy and calm.
After finishing the song, Lin Ze put down the cigar between his fingers, looked at Han Zhenbei with a complex expression, opened his lips, and uttered two words: "Thank you."
Han Zhenbei smiled restrainedly and said nothing.
He already has some of Lin Ze's information, or in other words, he doesn't need to borrow the help of others to understand Lin Ze. Isn't what he sees with his own eyes less real than those documents that are full of conspiracy?
This is a bloody man. This is a man who has sacrificed his life and blood for the country. He has devoted his blood, sweat and youth for the glory of the country. Even though he is only twenty years old. But his old and deep eyes are...
He exuded the energy of a forty-year-old middle-aged man.
Thanks.
This was the word Lin Ze confided to him, but it was originally what Han Zhenbei wanted to say to Lin Ze. But Han Zhenbei felt that this sentence was too superficial and too pale. So he chose another way, a way to express his feelings to Lin Ze.
recognition, respect for Lin Ze, and fierce applause for the desolation and haggardness deep in Lin Ze’s soul.
What is grievance? What is indifference? So what if you are not recognized? What if you are kicked out?
Do you do what you do to gain recognition and enjoy the glory? Are you such a person?
Han Zhenbei asked such a question and then took the initiative to answer for Lin Ze.
You are not, you are just a giver silently, and all you have done is to leave a blood-stained appearance on the flag of the Republic, and that is enough.
The Han siblings couldn't figure out what the two men were talking about. They just thought the song was very nostalgic and incredibly old. As for the rest, they didn't understand and would never understand.
After having dinner and packing their packages, the Han siblings hugged their father goodbye.
When Han Zhenbei hugged Han Xiaobao, there was a hint of appreciation in his eyes, and he sighed in his heart: "You are worthy of being my Han Zhenbei's son."
He could still remember what happened last night. Han Xiaobao used to be curled up like a useless person, wasting away, but at the real moment of life and death, he still showed the blood and fearlessness of a man.
Lin Ze got into the car with his siblings. Han Zhenbei and Uncle Fu, who were standing at the door, looked at the car slowly driving out of the villa.
After a long time, Han Zhenbei turned around and stared at Uncle Fu peacefully. As if a heavy stone had been lifted from his heart, he said softly: "A warrior covered in glory is protecting them. What else should I worry about?"
