Does he want to live like this all his life? Live his whole life like a walking zombie? He really doesn't understand, even if Miss Su is very good, is it worth it to spend her whole life playing for a woman? Is it worth it?
"Qu Mo, you don't understand..." He sighed deeply, turned his hands away, and looked at the thousands of mountains and rivers.
When he was young, he was ignorant and happy. When he was enjoying ignorance and happiness, a family change happened. Overnight, his father became a corrupt official who everyone wanted to beat and was sentenced to death. His mother followed him. Overnight, he
All the dreams I had ever had were shattered.
The little boy's heart began to grow a shadow of a devil, and he began to change with the shadow of the devil, constantly shouting that he wanted to become stronger, work hard to become stronger, and he wanted to kill the person who killed his parents.
Pay the price.
At this point, he did it. All the people who killed his parents paid the price. He finally sat on the position of being superior to others and paid all the costs, including his soul, his conscience, and more despicable things. He became
He became a gangster figure and someone who was at odds with his father.
However, when he sat in this position, he realized that the world is so big that nowhere is home.
He began to miss the days when she washed his hands and made soup for him. She was a rich young lady who had never learned to cook. She signed up for cooking for him. From Japanese to Thai food, he would make everything difficult and say it was unpalatable.
Yes, she worked hard to learn it well.
Until those slender hands turned into the most ordinary hands. The skin was cut and scars were left, which he pretended could not be seen.
What's more, he dumped everything she made with his own hands into the trash can.
In fact, he forgot to tell her that he rarely ate the food she cooked...
All of this is because she is the daughter of his enemy.
That day, he asked her: If I say I love you, but I give you too little time, then I will leave it to the next life. Will you wait for me? I will never be late again, let alone leave early, or leave early.
I will meet you before I meet Xinhui again...
He forgot to add: We will never be enemies again. I have never hated you, and you have never hated me. We have never hurt each other. Just like men and women in this world, we meet each other in an ordinary way, fall in love for a short time, and love each other for a lifetime.
of remembering...
"Boss, I always remember that you picked me up under an overpass like this, and then you took me in..."
At that time, he was desperate and became a street performer. He would also perform under the overpass, almost begging.
It was very windy that night, and he saw a black leather shoe standing in front of him. He raised his head stupidly and looked into those deep eyes.
He told him, 'He is a man. Wherever he fell, he got up from where he fell.' He looked at him from above and asked him if he would like to follow him, either to become a master or to become a pile of bones.
At that time, he didn't know anything, so he just nodded and agreed. He just thought that there was a place where he could take shelter from the wind and rain. He would no longer have to sleep in the open air or be kicked by others. He could live like this.
Personal kind.
Jin Zun may never know that he gave this man a way to survive, and at the same time gave him his most sincere right-hand man.
Perhaps Qu Mo could understand why he was guarding the Su family and Su Mozheng's father's property. It was just because Jin Zun was a man. Wherever he fell, he had to learn to be a man and get up from where he fell.
Therefore, he kept his promise to Su Mozheng, because this was what he owed her. After paying off the debt in this life, he could see her cleanly in the next life.
So Qu Mo also understood that because he looked like him, he took him in. But these are not important.
"Qu Mo, I was willing to take you in because you were a smart man." Jin Zun nodded with satisfaction, "You understand what should be done and what should not be done. Very good, very good..." He followed.
After so many years, he knows and understands.
He had never dissected his mind, but he understood it.
This is an antique restaurant. The tables and chairs are all made of mahogany from the past. They are mostly painted, but the growth rings can be vaguely seen.
There is a bit of red gauze hanging on the door, like a lady still holding a pipa and half-hiding her face, still wanting to speak.
The owner of the restaurant said that their ancestors were famous chefs in the Ming and Qing Dynasties, and the cooking skills passed down from generation to generation have mostly been lost in this era. When he said this, he could vaguely see that the owner was upset.
look.
But this did not affect Jin Zun's mood. He booked the entire hotel, but only had a private room.
There is actually a screen in the box.
Not long after the table opened, someone pushed the door open and put beautiful dishes on the table. They were also covered with transparent lids to prevent the heat from disappearing, but the exquisiteness of the dishes could still be seen.
The colors are red and green, very eye-catching.
He and Qu Mo shared half of the seats.
He asked Qu Mo to sit down, and the latter had no choice but to agree, and this was how the situation became.
The boss came to greet them personally, opened the lid for them, and then quietly left.
Jin Zun ate the food quietly. The expression on his face couldn't be said to be that he liked it, but he didn't dislike it either. His attitude had always been like this.
Qu Mo, however, praised him repeatedly, lacking the respect he showed in front of Jin Zun, "Boss, how did you find this place? It's really good, and the dishes here are also very authentic." The latter moved his chopsticks and could only see.
I saw red and green things coming in and out of his mouth, and they never stopped.
Jin Zun picked up the small wine cup, closed his eyes and took a sip, then opened his eyes and smiled, "It still tastes the same as before."
"Back then?" Chopsticks paused.
"Yes, back then, I fled here to avoid being hunted, and then I discovered this place. I didn't expect that after so many years, I still haven't changed places."
This hotel is a little hard to find. It is in a run-down alley, with a vegetable market in front and a garbage dump in the back. People here go to the river next to it every day to wash clothes, sell breakfast, and mend shoes...
It's all kinds of mess, everything you need.
How many years ago could a hotel like this one stand here for many years, although its doors have declined, but it is still there.
Time flies, and after thousands of years, I can't finish singing a song, and things have changed; the world is wasted, and after the hustle and bustle has passed, I can't find that person, and the lights are dimming.
As he was thinking about it, he suddenly got angry and raised his head to drink the wine in the cup.
Hot and scorching, it flowed down the throat and burned to the bottom of the heart.
He suddenly laughed softly, with a sound, a sound, and a bitterness.
Qu Mo looked at him at a loss and called out in a low voice, "Boss!"