Chapter 126
Chapter 126 Extra: Lin Jianquan
This day was a banquet for the Hong Kong General Chamber of Commerce. Several wealthy families in Hong Kong were present, including the heads of all the wealthy families. There were many social interactions among the well-dressed people and the clinking of glasses.
Lin Jianquan never liked these things, but he had been famous for many years and knew that he didn't need to spend too much energy on such occasions, but he could still be polite.
After some greetings, he was finally able to escape and came to the terrace next to the banquet hall.
There were tall palm trees outside the stone railings of the terrace. Now the night was dim and the lights were shining, and the fountain next to the palm tree turned into a gorgeous color.
Outside the heavy curtains, applause and praise rang out in the banquet hall. It sounded like a rich lady played a song and attracted everyone's admiration.
He stood there silently, looking at the lights in the distance, counting the time in his heart, as if he was using the flagpoles on the roadside as scales on the track.
He calculated when he could leave, quietly leaving without being discovered.
He had done this many times in the past and had never been discovered. Ye Tianhui might know it, but she acquiesced.
At this moment, the glass floor-to-ceiling door next to him was pushed open and the curtains were lifted.
He looked over indifferently and saw a tall and beautiful girl in a red evening dress.
She was holding a cake in her hand, looking at him with great interest.
Lin Jianquan looked away without any expression.
The girl came over with a smile and sat on a chair next to the marble counter.
She put down the cake and said with a smile: "Why are you hiding here? I saw that you didn't eat anything just now?"
Lin Jianquan looked at the night outside the window without saying a word.
He had met many girls like this, who would tease him, make fun of him, or gently want to make friends with him.
These girls may be excellent or not, but he has no interest in understanding them, nor in contacting them.
No matter how beautiful this world is, it has nothing to do with him.
Seeing that he had not spoken, the girl tilted her head and asked curiously, "Why are you ignoring me? Why are you hiding here alone? Brother Meng wanted to introduce you to my dad just now, but you disappeared."
After hearing this, Lin Jianquan suddenly understood that this was the youngest daughter of the Chen family, who had just returned from studying abroad.
The Chen family is also one of the major families in Hong Kong. The head of the Chen family admires Lin Jianquan very much. It is said that his daughter Chen Shinan, who studied in the UK, also admires Lin Jianquan very much and has been clamoring for Meng Yinian to help introduce her.
However, Lin Jianquan did not like these, so he avoided them in advance. He never thought that he would meet the daughter of the Chen family on the terrace.
His expression became more and more distant: "I'm sorry, I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."
He was about to leave.
Who knew that Chen Shinan smiled and stretched out her hand, directly holding his arm.
The woman's hand was very soft, but Lin Jianquan didn't like it. The feeling of being held by a stranger was like being entangled by a snake. He subconsciously raised his hand and broke away from her.
There was no mercy at all.
And in this struggle, Chen Shinan was caught off guard and took a step back, almost bumping into the marble table beside him.
She uttered a soft "ouch", then frowned, covered her waist, and said innocently: "What did you do? You pushed me?"
Lin Jianquan: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, but I don't think you hit me, so it shouldn't hurt."
Chen Shinan couldn't believe it: "Do you know what it means to be gentle and considerate? You are so rude to a girl like me?"
Lin Jianquan: "I'm sorry, I really don't know what it means to be gentle and considerate."
Chen Shinan was speechless: "Psycho! I'm blind and I still think you're pretty!"
Lin Jianquan was indifferent to this. He really didn't care and turned around and left immediately.
He didn't go back to the banquet hall, but found a gap and walked out of the hotel directly.
There were tall buildings on both sides of the street, with neon lights of various shapes stacked up, and red, orange, yellow and green traditional Chinese characters flashing in a staggered pattern. In the gaps between the tall buildings, there was a seemingly endless bustle.
He didn't want to take public transportation, so he just walked forward among the crowd .
Hong Kong was a divided city, with modern buildings and fireworks in the streets.
He was like a ghost, wandering in the world that was clearly separated from him.
I don't know how long I walked, but when I looked at the roadside again, I saw that I had walked to a night market.
A shirtless butcher was chopping meat, a modernly dressed girl was walking by in high heels, roses and lilies were thrown casually into a red plastic bucket in front of a roadside stall, and a hunchbacked old lady was picking and choosing in front of a clothing stall.
He stopped and looked to the side, and saw a stall selling grilled fish balls.
He suddenly felt familiar.
He had been here often before, and it was here that he met Ye Tianhui for the first time.
That day, he finally bought a bag of bread with the money he earned from doing odd jobs, but it was stolen by gangsters. He carefully hid behind a trash can, holding his breath, fearing that he would be beaten again.
At this time, she appeared.
She said she had four wife cakes in total, and that she had stolen them. She ate two and gave the remaining two to him.
He pursed his slightly dry lips and walked into a street nearby. The street was narrow and cramped. Looking up, it was a veritable strip of sky. Right next to the street, there were qigong and Chinese medicine shops, crooked signs with traditional Chinese characters, and exposed light bulbs swaying in the dimness.
He tentatively continued forward and finally found the place.
The old iron trash can was still there, but it was even more dilapidated. The green paint on it was mottled and had almost all fallen off.
Lin Jianquan reached out and gently touched the trash can.
Of course, he clearly remembered the panic he felt when he hid behind the trash can, and how hungry he was, longing for a little food to fill his stomach.
He ate one of the two wife cakes and took the other back to his mother. He ate
it in small bites, and each bite was so sweet and nourishing to his hungry body.
He squatted down slowly, recalling the scene at that time, and carefully described her name in his mind for the ten thousandth time.
Ye Tianhui.
Humans invented language, and language carries the rich and profound emotions of human beings, but there is no word in this world that can be compared with the three words "Ye Tianhui".
This is the first warmth he felt in the world, this is the maternal embrace he once enjoyed, this is also the infinite power he felt when he was weak and helpless, and it is also the power that has been guiding him forward and leading to the light.
To him, these three words "Ye Tianhui" almost mean his whole world.
His mother gave birth to him with humiliation and resentment, and she wanted to make Meng Baohui cry and regret, but she didn't. She took him to the Meng family when he was three years old, but was still driven out. She was driven out fiercely.
At that time, when his mother held his hand and looked at the well-dressed young master of the Meng family surrounded by servants and bodyguards, she almost didn't have the strength to walk. The
shocked mother began to hate him and vented all her hatred on him. In his mother's eyes, he was full of sinful blood, and every part of his body was branded with shamelessness.
For the latter, his mother provided him with food and clothing, and even wanted to send him to school, but she could not give him even a little caress. In all his memories, he had never been hugged by his mother.
He could understand.
He knew that he did not deserve it.
The first time he was hugged by a woman's soft and warm body was the moment he touched death.
He was filled with fear and thought that he would definitely die. He even felt that he could be freed.
She hugged him and held him tightly in her arms.
He felt like he had gone to heaven and had something he had never had before, but had always longed for in his heart.
He felt that he was overwhelmed by the greatest happiness of his life.
Lin Jianquan closed his eyes and let the unspeakable emotions wash over his blood.
This feeling was somewhat painful, but he indulged it calmly, indulged himself in the feeling of being tightly strangled by the sudden emotion.
He enjoyed it very much, it was as if she was hugging him again.
After a period of almost suffocating indulgence, he finally broke free slowly. When
he opened his eyes again, he saw the red and green neon signs in the distance, and the blue and yellow checkered stained glass windows, which kept shaking in front of him.
He pulled his lips and chuckled, then took a step and walked back to the world full of fireworks.
Tomorrow we will start the ancient extra story, about a tyrannical emperor and a female general, with a happy ending, but there will be some bad taste in the middle, so those who cannot bear it may not watch it (probably a story of killing and doing things at the same time, with two extremes of ice and fire).