Chapter 86 Greed (End) "Hello, uncle."
The autumn in Xialuo has ended, and winter has quietly arrived with a light snow.
Zhou Baiqiao got out of the car, and the snow particles fell on his hands and disappeared quietly.
A month has passed. He clenched his hands until his knuckles turned white, then he let out a long breath and suddenly opened his hands.
"Sir, be careful not to catch a cold."
The housekeeper came out with an umbrella. Zhou Baiqiao came to his senses and strode back. He had been busy flying around recently, with meetings and work, and his schedule was full.
He wore a black windbreaker over his suit, his cheeks looked thinner, his three-dimensional bones were more obvious, his eye sockets looked deeper, and his long straight eyelashes were half-drooped, which made people who met him more cautious and consider his intentions.
Passing by the garage next to the courtyard, there was a royal blue vintage car parked there. Zhou Baiqiao paused and stood there looking at it for a long time.
"I hate you..."
His flushed black eyes stared at him with such a moving look, telling him without reservation that I love you the most in the whole world.
His ear was pulled by him, but it didn't hurt. Zhou Baiqiao suddenly understood.
He is not in love with someone he cannot get; they have always been in love with each other.
But there is no truth in the world that love will always be together.
Because the person who loves him the most may also be the one who hates him the most.
When Yao Youhe was using her connections to arrange her childish plan, the news was delivered to his desk.
This is another problem that can be solved by a phone call, but it is also not a problem that can be solved by a phone call.
One of them will go crazy eventually, forget it, forget it.
Zhou Baiqiao withdrew his gaze and walked away without stopping.
But when he pushed the door open, all the memories, good and bad, were filled with chilling cold. Zhou Baiqiao could not resist the pain, so he held onto the handrail and slowly walked up the stairs.
With my eyes lowered, I looked at the handrail, thinking about how he would walk down the stairs sleepily holding onto the handrail, and how he would watch from upstairs with a sly smile as he dealt with that group of young masters, and how he would walk slowly over there barefoot in a red skirt that day.
He had given away so many jewels, but in the end he took away the least valuable silver ring. Zhou Baiqiao smiled.
Before opening the door, Zhou Baiqiao subconsciously lowered his voice, thinking that he was still sleeping inside, or reading a book by the small sofa. But it was so quiet inside, not a single light was on.
There were clearly two red woolen socks thrown next to the small sofa, and a small blanket draped over the back of the sofa, and the other half of the closet in the master bedroom cloakroom was full of his clothes.
Every time Zhou Baiqiao changed his clothes, he would touch them one by one and stay for a while with his eyes closed.
Is his life so dull and boring? Zhou Baiqiao sometimes wonders.
So boring and so long.
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Yao Youhe never thought that he had actually accomplished this great thing. He was so excited and scared that he couldn't sleep for several days. He called his accomplice Zhou Baiyang out for drinks every night.
Although Zhou Baiyang was instigated by Yao Youhe, he still hoped that his brother would get what he wanted one day, so the two of them started arguing while drinking.
Zhou Boyang and Yao Youhe were arguing so hard that they asked for a break. He agreed to do so purely because he thought that maybe it would be possible if they separated.
Yao Youhe told him that she took the opportunity to give the things to Kong Yanze that day, and Zhou Baiqiao didn't know anything. Zhou Baiyang understood that his brother was either planning to do something ruthless, or really planned to let it go.
"Where is he now?"
Yao Youhe was dizzy from drinking and said quickly, "He watched the Northern Lights in Norway, went skiing and hiking in Switzerland, and went to Russia last week. But he was said to have been caught by his former classmates and taken back to dance."
Zhou Boyang wrote it all down. "Is it true?"
Yao Youhe looked at him doubtfully: "You won't tell anyone about this, will you?"
"Do I dare? Isn't that the same as turning myself in?"
She thought about it and realized that this was the truth, so she opened her phone and sent a bunch of photos.
"Your brother hasn't been doing anything lately, has he? Why does it feel so quiet this month?"
How could it be quiet? He acquiesced. "He will definitely not leak the news, it's fine as long as he stays well."
Yao Youhe breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good. He met his former classmates in Russia and was just hired into the dance troupe. He will be performing next month. Your brother can't find him at this critical moment."
"That's right."
Zhou Baiqiao was wiping the old car with a hose and a cigarette in his mouth. The snow had been swept away. It was a rare sunny day today. The sunny weather in winter seemed brighter and clearer.
Zhou Baiqiao opened the car door, and the drawer box next to him fell down somehow, and a few US dollar bills were still there. Zhou Baiqiao's brows relaxed, he put out the cigarette in his hand, and took out a lollipop from it.
Same peach flavor as that day.
He opened it and put it in his mouth, and he seemed to be relieved, and sat there with his eyes closed and his head tilted back. After a while, he reached out and touched the roof of the car, and when he thought of his painful expression, the corners of his lips curled up.
The phone placed aside vibrated, and then there were continuous alert sounds, the frequency of which was a bit strange.
Zhou Baiqiao clicked it, his pupils shrank, and he bit the lollipop in his mouth.
"Where's Kong Yanze? Is he here?!"
Amid the noisy Russian voices, a sudden and powerful voice in Chinese immediately attracted everyone's attention.
Chen Ling was holding up her costume as she ran around the dressing room backstage, shouting as she searched.
The backstage was busy yet orderly. The spotlights from the stage not far away shone through, accompanied by faint music. The actors were busy putting on makeup.
"Calling souls? Here."
Chen Ling turned her head suddenly and saw Kong Yanze standing behind the scarlet curtain. He had changed into a white performance costume decorated with delicate three-dimensional embroidery and soft gauze.
His body proportions are so good that those trivial decorations don't look cumbersome at all, but instead have a very special kind of fairy-like quality.
"You haven't been on stage for so long, are you nervous?"
Chen Ling patted him on the shoulder and grabbed him without hesitation when she saw him at the college a few days ago.
This was the first dance drama he choreographed, and he hadn't been able to decide on a leading role in the play. He happened to see the chief dancer, so of course he approached him and asked him to work for him.
"Okay, okay... I'm so nervous." Kong Yanze said calmly while deliberately stuttering.
Chen Ling reached out and pinched his face, laughing uncontrollably.
"The front has been notified to prepare the scene."
Chen Ling immediately stopped smiling and pulled him towards the backstage. "The teacher wants to sign you, please consider it. I'm going to study acting, and the old lady has been very mean to me these days. If you agree, I'll be scolded less."
Kong Yanze smiled. "She already agreed to it. She just wants to be mean to you."
The staff stood at the junction of the stage, listening to the instructions from backstage through headphones. Kong Yanze did not stop, as he was going to start the show.
“Lights, music, stage ready.”
Kong Yanze took a deep breath and looked up. The curtain opened and the spotlights illuminated the stage brightly, like a piece of silver.
As the music started, Kong Yanze's heart became calm and peaceful. The seats in front were full, but he could hear nothing but the music, the spinning and jumping.
The soft gauze came to life with his movements, and each beautiful curve attracted the emotions and gazes of the people below the stage, attracting all the attention.
Kong Yanze landed with a large spin, walked to the front to the melodious sound of the violin, and looked straight ahead. There was a person sitting in the front center, looking at him quietly.
Kong Yanze smiled, turned around and retreated behind the dancers as the music played, temporarily leaving the stage.
The backstage was really busy and there was no time for people to think. Chen Ling hurriedly hugged him, jumped up and made a heart shape with her hands towards him, then hurried over.
Kong Yanze was also dragged to rush to put on makeup and change scenes.
He looked much thinner. Kong Yanze soon had no time to think about anything else.
The ending music sounded and everyone returned to the stage to take their bows. Chen Ling excitedly pulled him to the middle and then held his hand and rushed to the front.
Kong Yanze couldn't help but laugh the whole time. He looked light, agile, happy and cheerful on the stage.
He bowed deeply to all the audience, and the pounding heartbeat announced to him that he was back after all.
Backstage, Chen Ling asked everyone to hide behind the door and play fireworks for him. He was obviously the main player, but he was so energetic, a typical happy puppy with excess energy.
"Yan Ze, someone sent you flowers."
Chen Ling leaned over to take a look and handed him a bunch of warm red roses. Kong Yanze was stunned and was about to refuse it, but he saw the familiar handwriting on the card.
"It's cold, remember to put on more clothes."
Chen Ling watched Kong Yanze's frown relax and smiled as he handed it over. "Was it given to you by the person who gave you the ring?"
Kong Yanze chuckled and blinked: "I won't tell you."
Kong Yanze, holding a rose and wrapped in a thick cotton coat, stood at the back door of the theater, waiting for his friends to go back together.
Zhou Baiqiao put on his coat and followed the audience out of the theater, slowly leaving through the front door on the crunchy snow.
The warm red roses melted the thick winter snow, and they both tacitly chose not to look for each other.
Winter is over and spring is here.
Kong Jiayu, who was having breakfast downstairs in his home, turned to look at the forsythia flowers beside the green belt, and when he looked up, he saw a figure in a blue shirt.
He dropped what he was holding, stood up and ran after him, but he never saw the figure again.
Kong Jiayu was in a daze for a moment and was not sure if it was him.
Late spring has passed and midsummer is here again.
Xiaoguanlan was very quiet. It was sealed and auctioned at that time. Zhou Baiqiao not only took over Jinnan, but also bought this place.
Except for the renovation of the house in the front yard, the flowers, plants and trees in the courtyard remain the same.
After all, for them, it is just a year of prosperity and decline.
Zhou Baiqiao walked through the path shaded by flowers and trees, slowly crossed the small bridge over the waterside pavilion, passed through the moon gate of the trumpet creeper, and walked under the wisteria trellis.
It is the same as it always was, with layers of green shade and lush flower vines providing shade, a mixture of faint fragrance and grassy smells, and bright, clear sunlight casting green shadows.
Zhou Baiqiao stood here and looked quietly at the small peach tree not far away. The small peach tree was injured, but it still survived a year of wind and rain. The green leaves rubbed gently in the wind, casting green shadows.
Zhou Baiqiao withdrew his gaze. The wind blew gently, gentle and quiet.
Until a burst of light footsteps was heard, Zhou Baiqiao suddenly opened his eyes, and a young man in short-sleeved shorts and with short black hair smiled and stretched out his hand to him.
"Hello, uncle."
Zhou Baiqiao looked at him for a long time, smiled, and stretched out his hand to shake hands with him.
A tingling feeling came from the palm of his hand. Zhou Baiqiao looked up and saw his smile of successful prank. The silver ring on his left hand reflected silver light.
"Hello."
Zhou Baiqiao didn't realize that he had shed a tear, he just held his hand tightly.
"The administrator has enabled the disengagement procedure, please pay attention."
The swaying petals suddenly stopped.
A blue light flashed in Zhou Baiqiao's eyes.
Yin Suohe shrugged and looked at "Zhou Baiqiao": "It's not that I have to delay this point, this is the limit of my delay."
"Zhou Baiqiao" suddenly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he suddenly hugged the person in front of him.
Yin Suohe sighed softly: "Do you think I'm dead? Okay, don't waste time, let him put you together quickly."
"Zhou Baiqiao" sighed softly, lowered his eyes to look at him, and kissed his forehead.
"See you later."
Yin Suohe let out a light click and snapped his fingers. "Zhou Baiqiao" disappeared, and a ball of blue light stopped on the shoulder of "Kong Yanze".
"07-03, recovered, congratulations, you have completed three world missions."
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