Jin Cunxu: "Caring about your brother-in-law is beneficial to promoting the harmonious relationship between the two families." It can also promote the relationship between husband and wife. He did not say this sentence.
Long Lifei narrowed his eyes: "I have my own sense of discretion."
Jin Cunxu's brows were filled with a smile, he was silent for a long time, and said something profound: "In the political chess game, you cannot be merciful, but in the emotional chess game, you cannot kill decisively, otherwise, the consequences will be disastrous."
"Thank you for your concern!" Long Lifei dropped the chess piece and captured his piece again.
In this round, winning or losing is decided.
Jin Cunxu didn't say anything more. He said everything that should be said and what shouldn't be said. Whether he could figure out how to choose was Long Li's own business.
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Gu Mingxi saw Jin Cunxu and Long Lifei playing chess through the window. Long Ziqi carried Long Jin downstairs, and Ye Qingcheng followed behind. She couldn't help laughing and said to her husband: "Mingzhengju has never been so lively.
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It is no regret to see such a scene in my lifetime.
Long Pei put his long arm around his wife's shoulders and hummed softly. His eyes casually scanned the people in the picture, seeming a little indifferent.
He has experienced life and death several times in this life, and his relationship with Gu Mingxi has been so bumpy and winding that he almost can't hold on. In the end, he still has a win-win relationship and career, and he has lived up to Long Xiao's high expectations for him, and he has lived up to the dead man.
"Qin Zheng"'s entrustment to him!
He once thought that he could arrange a smooth and less tortuous road for his children. Later, he suddenly realized that everyone has their own life and path to take. No matter how to avoid it, fate has already been arranged.
There is no way to avoid it, you can only face it.
They have aged, and their skin has been left with shallow marks by the wind and frost. This is an unavoidable reality. One day he and Gu Mingxi will leave this world, and their story will eventually end with death.
The end of one story is the beginning of another new story. Now this is their era and their story!
Long Ziqi carried Long Jin and walked to Jin Cunxu's side. He naturally stretched out his hand to hold Long Ziqi's hand. When the two people's eyes met, the deep affection in their eyes made others envious.
The chess game is over and the winner is: Long Lifei.
Because since Long Ziqi and Long Jin came over, Jin Cunxu couldn't concentrate and just wanted to end it early and help her hold Long Jin.
Even after losing, Jin Cunxu smiled, took his son from Long Ziqi's arms, held her hand, and said in a gentle voice: "Let's go for a walk."
Long Ziqi nodded and gave Long Lifei a look when he turned around.
Ye Qingcheng saw it, looked at Long Lifei, and asked in a low voice: "What does she mean?"
Long Lifei didn't finish speaking. When he stood up, he stretched his long arms in front of her and said with a smile on his thin lips: "Let's go for a walk too."
Ye Qingcheng lowered his eyes and saw the palm of his hand with complicated palm lines. He hesitantly put his hand in his palm and was grabbed. He knew that this was just a show, a show for interested people, but when he quickly tightened his fingers
When he held her hand, he seemed to be holding a certain part of her body, tightly and airtight, with no way out.
Walking deeper along the bluestone path, the autumn wind is bleak, and all the trees have withered green leaves. The bare branches make people feel depressed, and an inexplicable sadness lingers.
Ye Qingcheng kept lowering her head and looking at her feet. She didn't like autumn. She always felt that the breath of autumn was too sad and made people feel depressed.
"You liked this tree garden very much when you were a child." He suddenly stopped and spoke in a low voice.
Ye Qingcheng loved this pear forest every time she went to Mingzhengju when she was little. Especially every time the pear trees bloomed, the white petals were blown off by the wind and fluttered in the air. It was so beautiful that it looked like something out of a movie lens.
scene.
Ye Qingcheng smiled: "Then do you still remember which tree you like to sleep on the most?"
Long Lifei frowned, thought for a while, and shook his head. How could he remember such a thing!
Since taking over as president, he has been extremely busy and has no time to rest every day. There is no chance to come here to relax.
"Follow me!" Ye Qingcheng held his hand and pulled him into the desolate woods, walking deep into the middle.
A few withered yellow leaves hung on the branches, with the sound of wind in her ears. She held his hand tightly with one hand and pointed to the tree in front of her with one hand: "That's it."
"Every tree is the same, how do you know it's the one?" Long Lifei didn't quite believe her words. He didn't even remember it. How could she remember it when she was so young?
Ye Qingcheng didn't explain, he just pointed at the roots of the tree.
Long Lifei let go of her hand and leaned forward to take a look. On the uneven bark of the tree, there were several crooked fonts carved with a knife.
"The tree with alluring leaves."
Long Lifei read out, and a silent smile escaped from his thin lips. He looked back at her, "Don't you know that such behavior is bad?"
Ye Qingcheng shrugged his shoulders indifferently, "If there is an afterlife, I will be a tree and stand for eternity without any postures of joy and sorrow. Half of them are peaceful in the soil, half of them are flying in the wind, half of them are covered with shade, and half of them are bathed in the sun. Very silent.
, very proud, never rely on, never look for.”
It's rare to hear such artistic poetry from her mouth.
"What do you think?" Ye Qingcheng asked.
Long Lifei was silent for a moment, then asked: "What if someone cuts it down?"
Ye Qingcheng: "..."
Forget it, I consider myself a very unromantic and vulgar person, but I didn’t expect that your noble Excellency is even more incomprehensible to the style and is a piece of wood!
There is no way to communicate at all!
Ye Qingcheng took the lead to walk back, fuming, and his depressed fists itched to hit someone!
Long Lifei knew that she was annoyed, so he didn't rush to coax her. He followed her to the bluestone road, walked up to her in three steps and two steps, and held her hand.
Ye Qingcheng instinctively wanted to shake off his hand. He tried twice and failed. When he was about to shake his hand for the third time, he heard his low voice in his ears: "Be good, don't make trouble..."
Her voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of indulgence. She really didn't let go of his hand and let him hold her hand.
It wasn't entirely because of his voice, but because they found a servant watching them...
A Qing's hands are not like Yan'er's. Although they are slender, they are not soft. Probably due to handling guns all the time, the joints of her fingers are covered with thick calluses. Therefore, when holding her hand, you can feel the calluses on her joints.
people.
Long Lifei's eyes were looking forward, but his peripheral vision glanced at the young girl beside him from time to time. She was as bright as water, full of vitality, her eyebrows were flying, but she was also tough and restrained, with strong willpower and explosive power.
Thinking that she went to the military area when she was 12 years old, her heart suddenly tightened. She must have suffered a lot in these years.
Long Lifei did not take her back, but took her to the activity room.
Ye Qingcheng has been to Mingzhengju many times but never knew that Mingzhengju originally had a shooting room. It is located at the most inconspicuous corner of Mingzhengju. Usually no one comes here, so it is very quiet.
When Ye Qingcheng saw the firearms exhibits placed in the glass cabinets, Juanxiu's brows slowly frowned: "Why do these firearms look familiar to me?"
"You don't remember these, what about these?" He slightly bent his index finger, tapped on the glass, and looked at her with bright eyes.
When Ye Qingcheng saw those drawing papers, there was a touch of surprise in his eyes, and he smiled: "You made the sketch I drew into a finished product?"
These sketches were probably made when she was fifteen!
It was just a random drawing on a whim, and there were still many flaws and loopholes, so when he asked himself what to do with it, she said throw it away.
But I didn’t expect that not only did he not throw them away, he also made them into finished products!
How could this make her not overjoyed?
Long Lifei looked at those firearms, admiring them with his eyes, and said solemnly: "You are very talented in this area, it would be a pity to throw them away."
"Can these be used?" Ye Qingcheng's eyes were filled with anticipation. She wanted to know what it would feel like to use the firearm she designed.
Long Lifei nodded, unlocked the fingerprint lock, and asked her to pick out two.
Although the original sketch had some flaws and loopholes, he found experts to make slight modifications, and the finished product was tested, and there were no problems.
Ye Qingcheng touched the gunshot and played with it carefully, excited, with a smile on his face, "Long Lifei, how about a competition between us? If you lose, you have to promise me one thing!"
Another thing?
Long Lifei frowned subconsciously.
Seeing his complicated expression, Ye Qingcheng smiled and said: "You have done the most difficult thing, what are you still afraid of? Don't worry, I won't ask you to sacrifice your appearance!"
Long Lifei: "..."
Seeing her so happy, there was no reason to refuse, the competition was inevitable.
Ye Qingcheng was not wearing a headset. He was holding a gun of his own design and fired ten shots in a row.
Nine shots of red hearts were still in the same position, exactly the same. The last shot was a few millimeters off.
This result is considered to be at the top in the military region, not to mention that she is using a new gun, which she designed herself.
Ye Qingcheng turned around and looked at Long Lifei who was standing aside. He deliberately imitated the female agent in the movie and fired the gun, then blew a few puffs into the wisps of white smoke from the muzzle to express confidence and provocation.
She knew that Long Lifei didn't like shooting very much, and his marksmanship was probably not that accurate.
Long Lifei's thin lips were slightly tickled by her childish movements. A faint smile flashed across his eyes. He raised his gun and fired ten shots. The time intervals between each shot were evenly spaced. His arms were steady and strong, without any traces.
trembling, and the result left Ye Qingcheng stunned.
"This, this, how is this possible?" Ye Qingcheng stared blankly at his target. Not only did all ten shots hit the red heart, but they all penetrated through the gap of the first shot without any deviation.
Such achievements seem to be something only her father Ye Jia can achieve!
"I don't believe it, it's impossible!"
She, a person who always holds a gun, loses to a person who always holds a pen. If Zhan Mo and the others knew about it, they would laugh at her forever!
"I want to compete again!" Ye Qingcheng said firmly, with a kind of stubbornness and stubbornness in his heart that refused to admit defeat.
"Okay!" Long Lifei followed her and agreed.
Change the magazine and compete again, but Ye Qingcheng still loses!
Unconvinced, ask for it again.
Long Lifei agreed and competed with her again.
Three rounds, three losses!
For Ye Qingcheng, when has she ever suffered such a defeat? It is simply a shame. If the competition continues with three wins out of five and five out of seven, she will not believe that she cannot beat herself.
In the last shot of the sixth round, the bullet left the muzzle, and for a moment there was an electric spark. The recoil was so strong that Ye Qingcheng suffered from nerve cramps in his wrist. He fell to the ground without holding the gun, and the muzzle smelled of burning.
The last shot missed the target!
Ye Qingcheng was not discouraged and bent down to pick it up, but he grabbed her wrist, followed by the palm of his other hand on her forehead and his fingers on her head.
"Ah Qing, calm down."
His palm was large, slightly cool to the touch, but felt extremely hot against her skin.
Ye Qingcheng raised his eyes and looked at him, biting his lip secretly, with a look of reluctance and a trace of doubt in his eyes.
How could she lose to Long Lifei!
He withdrew the hand on her forehead, lowered his head and examined her right hand carefully. He found no scars, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
This kid is really competitive. Is winning or losing really that important?
Wherever he touched, every part of the skin felt like it was burned by fire, hot and a little painful.
When I saw him carefully kneading his palms for me to relieve the pain of the nerves, I didn't know why, but there was a faint tingling in my heart.
"Do you know why you lost?" Long Lifei put down her hand and looked up at her, speaking strictly like an elder.
Ye Qingcheng shook his head.
"Your shooting skills are very good, but your mind is not calm enough and you have too many distracting thoughts. In that last shot, you were too eager to win, but you lost your quality!"
He knew the reason for her failure from the beginning, but he didn't tell her. He had to wait until she had completely lost before he spoke to convince her.
"Isn't it bad to win?" she asked back.
Long Lifei's thin lips curled up slightly, half-smiling but not smiling. His eyes were deep and he said with profound meaning: "Ah Qing, it's impossible for a person to live in this world without experiencing failure! You don't have to win to be considered strong!"
Ye Qingcheng: "Then how can one be considered strong?"
Long Lifei bent down to pick up the gun on the ground, put it on the table, and handed her his gun with the magazine replaced: "You need to slowly understand this."
Ye Qingcheng's clear eyes looked at his dark eyes and the gun in his hand, and couldn't help thinking that he was eight years older than her. He had seen more scenery than her, experienced more wind and rain than her, and everything on the road of life was different.
Walking in front of her...
He is indeed much more mature and wiser than me!
Eight years seemed like a long river of time that she could never catch up with.
"Put down the distracting thoughts of your desire to win and think about why you want to hold a gun!" Long Lifei took her wrist and placed the heavy gun in her palm.
Why get a gun?
"Did you just shoot to win in the beginning?"
Shoot to win?
How is that possible!
In the beginning, she never thought about getting a gun, let alone winning or losing. This was not her original intention.
But after the training, everything seemed to slowly change...
Ye Qingcheng turned around to face the target, with his index finger on the trigger. The clouds in his bright eyes gradually dispersed, becoming brighter and clearer...
Long Lifei stood behind her, arms spread out to steady her arms, his head on her right shoulder, his voice low: "No matter what the situation is, your heart must be calm!"
The warm breath sprayed on her neck, tickling her neck, causing her shoulders to tense up involuntarily, and her arms to tremble slightly.
"Relax your body, don't tense up..." There was still a gap between his chest and her back, but when he spoke, his chest rose and fell, brushing against her back as if nothing, and his breathing lost its rhythm.
Ye Qingcheng really wanted to tell him: You are nervous because you are too close to me.
Feeling his strong heartbeat, Ye Qingcheng bit her lip secretly. In addition to the smell of gunpowder, there was also an inexplicable surge of emotions in the air. She didn't touch her face, but it felt very hot. It should be very hot.
"This game is all successful, I think you win, okay?" When his hands dropped, his thin lips opened slightly, and his voice was charming.
Ye Qingcheng cursed two words in his heart: Monster!
Long Lifei took a step back so as not to hinder her performance. He did what he should say and do. Whether he could see through it all depended on A Qing's understanding.
Ye Qingcheng's eyes were piercing. He didn't have the playful smile or anxiety before. He quickly pulled the trigger and fired ten shots.
The gun hits the red heart, and the next nine shots all hit the position of the first shot, without any deviation.
From the age of 12, she went on a hunger strike to go to the military area at all costs. She had only one belief in her heart, and that belief had nothing to do with winning or losing, or anything else. It was just her business.
She never held a gun just to be aggressive!
He put down the gun and turned to look at Long Lifei. There was no joy of victory or provocation, but a long sigh of relief. He raised his eyes to meet his gaze and saw a look of satisfaction.
I probably didn't let him down.
"You are so kind... He doesn't like it, it's his loss." Long Lifei seemed to be sighing.
Ye Qingcheng nodded: "Indeed." After a pause, he looked at him with a sly look, "I'm so good, do you want to try to like me?"
Long Lifeiquan thought she was joking and didn't take it seriously. He tapped her forehead with his finger: "Don't tease brother!"
Ye Qingcheng touched the place where he knocked. He was not very strong, so it didn't hurt very much. He smiled brightly and said, "Brother, you and I are in incest now!"
The smile in Long Lifei's eyes quickly dissipated, and his face calmly sank. He opened his thin lips lightly and said in a cold voice: "Don't make jokes like this in the future!"
Ye Qingcheng clearly felt that he was unhappy, so he nodded without saying anything more.
"Let's go." Long Lifei took the lead and walked out of the shooting room.
Against the backlight, his long and handsome figure disappeared into the halo. Ye Qingcheng's fingers were still on the spot where he had struck her. Even though it was only for a moment, she could still see the coldness in his eyes.
Do you want to try to like me?
Brother, you and I are in incest now!
She wasn't sure which sentence made him unhappy! His thoughts were always hidden so deep and heavy that she couldn't guess or touch them!
The hard-earned moment of warmth seemed to be ruined by her triumphant words.
Ye Qingcheng, Ye Qingcheng, why can't you be smarter in front of him.
Even if only a little bit.
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Although Jiang Chongjian arranged a four-day holiday for Long Lifei, there were still some matters where he still needed to call him for advice.
In the afternoon, both couples took a lunch break.
Long Lifei was on the phone with Jiang Chongjian in the study. When he finished answering the phone, he returned to the room but did not see Ye Qingcheng.
I asked Qingfeng according to the inside line, and after searching around, a servant said that Madam asked for the key to the wine cellar.
Long Lifei frowned slightly and looked at his watch. What time was it? What was she doing in the wine cellar?
Don't worry, go and have a look.
The door of the wine cellar is ajar. Because it is used to store wine, the lights in the wine cellar are much dimmer than ordinary lights, and the temperature is several degrees lower than outside.
Ye Qingcheng sat on the ground casually, with a wine opener and two empty bottles beside her. There was only a little bit left in her hand.
His knees were arched, he was holding them with one hand, and his head was buried in his knees. It was unclear what his expression was.
Under the dim light, the way she curled up into a ball was inexplicably heart-wrenching.
Long Lifei stepped forward, knelt down, and called her softly: "A Qing...A Qing..."