Chapter 74 Kiss
Jian Ruochen licked his dry lips and asked, "Where are we going?"
"Let's eat." Guan Yingjun finished his coffee in one gulp and picked up the cup of orange juice. "Do you want to drink more?"
The paper cup was sipped by two people, leaving only a wet mark on the edge.
Jian Ruochen's eyelids drooped, he rubbed his wrist, and shook his head, "It's too sore."
Guan Yingjun drank the orange juice and threw away the paper cup. "I'll put some sugar in it next time."
Jian Ruochen said dryly, "Oh," and asked, "What are we going to eat?"
Guan Yingjun: “Noodle soup.”
"I don't like tasteless food." Jian Ruochen said softly. He pursed his lips. The side of his lower lip was rough and a little chapped.
In fact, he didn't want Guan Yingjun to make his words too clear.
The beginning and end of a relationship is not like addition or subtraction, where you can just add one and then return to zero.
Add, subtract, and it will most likely end up being a negative number.
He didn't want to reach a point where he and the people around him were irreversible.
"Go and try it. If it doesn't taste good, change it. I go to that store often. The owner is very capable." Guan Yingjun walked to the water dispenser, mixed a cup of warm water and handed it over. "Drink some water before you go. I'm going to the office."
"Hmm." Jian Ruochen lowered his eyes and drank slowly.
Dry lips and mouth finally get some relief.
Human love is too ethereal and uncontrollable.
Lu Qian's love for Jiang Hanyu is so overwhelming that it shakes the whole city and he overcomes all difficulties to get engaged to her.
In less than three months, the two of them could no longer even appear to be in harmony with each other.
As soon as Lu Qian got into trouble, Jiang Hanyu distanced himself from the matter and didn't even come to see Lu Qian.
As for Lu Qian, he could also abandon his dignity and love and kneel on the ground and tell lies just for a glimmer of hope to survive.
Jian Ruochen is sure that he can see through people's hearts, but he is not sure that he can see through love.
Guan Yingjun's attitude towards him was calm but also secretly passionate, restrained and measured, but...
What if it's hormones?
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Guan Yingjun went back and signed the time to leave work. He said to the team members in the office who were so happy to convict Lu Qian that they didn't want to leave, "Everyone, leave early. Don't stay up late to write reports. Your health is important."
Liu Sizheng smiled and said, "Okay."
Zhang Xingzong rubbed his hands and said, "Do you want to choose a place to celebrate?"
"Forget about celebrating. It won't be too late to celebrate after the lawsuit is filed. I hope there won't be a situation where the police arrest people and the judge lets them go." Bi Xianxian said, raising her hands and pressing her middle fingers on both temples. "It gives me a headache just thinking about it."
Song Xuyi leaned against the table and said, "No, the media has put pressure on us like that. I just got the news that British Hong Kong politicians are facing a full investigation. The judge wouldn't dare to do that."
He said, "Don't worry, Consultant Jian is here."
"Wow." Zhang Xingzong raised his hand and hooked it around Song Xuyi's neck. "Song brother can say such things now. In the past, you would say: 'Why bring him along? He'll hold us back.' Isn't that what you said?"
Song Xuyi quickly said, "It's not that serious. Don't make it up. I am completely impressed by his ability now."
Guan Yingjun smiled and said, "He can't hear you guys praising him like this. I'll treat him to a meal after the lawsuit is successful. If you want to praise him, do it in person."
Bi Xianxian gave a thumbs up and said, "Sir Guan is so generous. Goodbye, Sir Guan."
Guan Yingjun returned to the lounge carrying a briefcase and Jian Ruochen's schoolbag. The boy was sitting on the sofa. He had finished his water, and there was a small row of teeth marks left on the edge of the paper cup.
The corners of his lips curled up, pretending not to notice, "Let's go."
Jian Ruochen threw away the paper cup, and the two walked out of the police station side by side.
The streets and alleys of Hong Kong are full of humanistic feelings.
The yellow-gray buildings are built very close to each other, with very short distances between them, and the electrical wires are crisscrossed between the buildings.
Signs with red characters on a white background are suspended in the air, either horizontally or vertically, interspersed with small neon signs with white characters on a green background or red characters on a blue background.
On both sides of the path, which is only wide enough for three or four people to walk side by side, there are snack carts every few steps. Behind the snack carts are small shops with door fronts only three meters wide.
There is a menu with a red background hanging next to the door. The entrance is narrow, but it is a different world once you enter.
Jian Ruochen was overwhelmed by the sight. He secretly noted the locations of the curry fish balls and grilled fish tails, and followed Guan Yingjun to an extremely clean noodle shop.
The boss was a bald old man. He smiled as soon as he saw Guan Yingjun. "Sir Guan, do you want instant noodles, cart noodles, or wonton noodles today?"
"Two bowls of wonton noodles with pork knuckles, one more portion of vinegar and two portions of chili oil as seasoning." Guan Yingjun handed over the money and pulled out the stool at the square table, "Sit down."
Jian Ruochen sat down and looked back into the store.
The entire store is about ten square meters, with only four tables. The white tiles on the floor are polished to a high shine, and they reflect a little when the light shines down on them.
The sound of boiler gas was heard, and soon, two bowls of hot wonton noodles were served on the table.
Jian Ruochen looked at the water spinach floating in the bowl in silence for a while.
No way.
Sir Guan eats boiled Chinese cabbage in the police station every day, and now he wants to eat boiled Chinese cabbage when he goes out to eat?
"Dip the choy sum in some sauce before eating." Guan Yingjun placed more seasonings next to Jian Ruochen's hand, "Boss Qiu's sauce is very good, and the chili oil is very fragrant. Try it. If you don't like it, give it to me again."
Jian Ruochen took off his chopsticks, picked up a leaf from the vegetable heart, dipped it in the sauce, and put it into his mouth without much hope.
The sudden salty fragrance on the tip of the tongue makes people feel refreshed.
It’s really delicious.
"How is it, handsome boy?" Boss Qiu said with a smile, "Are you surprised? Many people want to taste this sauce. This is the broth of braised pork, and it also contains crab shells and shark fins. It is very fragrant. Otherwise, how can I dare to charge for the sauce?"
"It's delicious. The boss's cooking is amazing." Jian Ruochen ate both choy sums. "This is really the best choy sum in Hong Kong."
"Hahaha." Boss Qiu touched his bulging belly and said, "This is the first time that Guan Sir has brought someone here. You look young and familiar. Are you also a policeman?"
Jian Ruochen said: "I am a consultant for the police station."
Boss Qiu said "Oh, I remember, it's you. I've seen you on TV."
At this time, another table of customers came into the store, and Boss Qiu turned around to entertain the new customers.
Jian Ruochen lowered his eyes and picked up a piece of noodles with chopsticks.
It is not bland at all, the flavor is very rich, the first bite tastes just salty and fresh, when you chew it carefully, the sweetness and fragrance of the fish permeates.
The noodles are chewy and springy.
The soup base is crystal clear and golden.
The wontons have thin skin and delicious fillings, with each piece filled with plump flesh.
Guan Yingjun relaxed his grip on the chopsticks slightly, a smile welling up in his eyes, "Is it delicious?"
"Yeah." Jian Ruochen buried his head and ate wontons.
"The soup base is made of shrimp heads and shells, pork bones, monk fruit, and fish bones and skin. It takes 12 hours to make a pot of soup." As soon as Guan Yingjun finished speaking, the boss brought the hot braised pork trotters to the table.
There are only two bowls, but the food is so delicious that one can’t take it all in.
Guan Yingjun was not afraid of the heat and finished eating quickly. He sat at the table and stared at Jian Ruochen.
The light in the shop was dim, falling on Jian Ruochen's long and thick eyelashes. The color of his eyelashes is slightly darker than his hair, and they have an imperceptible curve when they fall. When his eyes fall, the upturned tail of his eyes is more obvious, and the color of his lower eyelid is darker, making the area under his eyes look good.
Every millimeter is exquisite and beautiful.
But this delicacy does not bring any burden to eating noodles. Jian Ruochen would not bite off the noodles when eating them. No matter how long they were, he would hook them with chopsticks and stuff them into his mouth, stuffing his cheeks into a bulge. His lips were soaked in the soup, and the lotus root color gradually faded, becoming rosy and congested, hot and bright like petals in the rain.
Wontons should also be eaten in two bites. The first bite is to eat it plain, and the second bite is to roll it in the special sauce and only bite it after it is fully coated.
Jian Ruochen held the bowl and drank all the soup at the end.
He put down the bowl, stared at the last shrimp in it and burped.
I really can't eat any more.
"For many things, you can only know whether you like them after trying them." Guan Yingjun suddenly spoke, his voice deep, powerful, calm and clear.
These words came out of nowhere, Jian Ruochen raised his eyes, his amber pupils were as clear as a green curve, insightful and bright, "Are you talking about a person or a noodle?"
Guan Yingjun said: "It's all the same."
He stood up and said, "Let's go, we can talk while we walk."
Jian Ruochen took a piece of paper, wiped his face and hands, and followed Guan Yingjun into the winding path.
We walked up the mossy steps, crossed the scattered fences, climbed higher and higher, and finally stopped at the rooftop of a hotel on the top of a small hill.
Guan Yingjun walked over to the iron gardening chair facing the night view and sat down.
A breeze blew by, and Jian Ruochen sat down beside him.
The two were silent for a while.
"I often came here when I first started working as an undercover agent and had not yet infiltrated the target social circle." Guan Yingjun pointed to the brightest spot among the twinkling lights. "That was the base of the Tianshan Society. It was taken down by the police five years ago and turned into a public welfare nursing home."
Jian Ruochen looked at it for a while and said, "It looks good."
Guan Yingjun raised the corner of his lips and turned his head to look to his side.
The night wind blew up the hair that Jian Ruochen had tied into her braids, and a strand of hair hooked onto Jian Ruochen's small nose. The tip of his nose is round, and his nose bridge and nose bridge form a straight line, which is straight and beautiful.
Guan Yingjun held his breath. He knew that everything would be different after he said the next words, but love was so unreasonable. He was too old to wait for the young to come to his senses. He had to give it a try.
Jian Ruochen is very good at knowing how to get along with others.
If they don't say anything, maybe this will be the end of their lives.
Guan Yingjun stared at Jian Ruochen, "Do you want to try it with me?"
Jian Ruochen looked at the twinkling lights under his feet, but he was thinking about the bowl of noodles he had just eaten.
The noodles look ordinary, but taste rich and surprising.
Even the vegetables boiled in plain water, which he hated the most, looked different in that bowl of noodles.
Just like Guan Yingjun.
He looks cold and indifferent, with only the truth and the case in his mind, and he may even be a little inhuman.
In fact, the heart is hot and boiling.
Guan Yingjun stretched out his hand, brushed away the hair that was about to be blown into Jian Ruochen's mouth, then opened his palm and pressed it against the boy's face, his eyes deep and burning, "Since you are interested, why not give it a try?"
Jian Ruochen didn't know whether he was touched or burned.
He shuddered, took a deep breath and said, "If we finally separate, I can't pretend nothing happened. And you may not be able to bear the consequences of being with me. Without a child, you will be criticized and criticized, which may affect your career. Le Jinwen and Chen Yunchuan may not agree, either of which will make you retreat."
Jian Ruochen whispered, "Isn't it good now? Friendship is more stable, and I don't have to think about what it means to like someone."
Guan Yingjun smiled.
His heart was beating fast, and his voice was low and hoarse, "So you want a stable relationship."
Jian Ruochen swallowed, his small Adam's apple rolled, "Yes."
"How do you know that I don't need you?" Guan Yingjun's eyes swept across Jian Ruochen's lips and looked straight into his eyes. "Do you think I'm lying?"
Jian Ruochen looked at the man's calm and resolute face, and saw the surging emotions hidden in his eyes that were no longer restrained. She felt burned, and turned her eyes away in panic, her ears slowly getting hot.
Guan Yingjun stretched out his hand and held his chin with his palm. Jian Ruochen had to turn around and stare at that sincere face that didn't show any lie at all. He only felt that his fingers and palms under his chin were abnormally hot.
Guan Yingjun said: "Le Jinwen and Chen Yunchuan both know who I like, you don't have to worry about them, as for the others, I don't care even more."
Jian Ruochen looked at the twinkling stars reflected in his eyes, and her wandering heart slowly calmed down.
Guan Yingjun whispered, "Give me a chance to be with you, and give it a try. For a month? If you think a public trial is too sudden and unstable, then we can try it secretly."
He paused, "I can do anything."
The night wind was cool, but Jian Ruochen was so hot that he was sweating all over.
He is an adult, and he will naturally think more after realizing that he is moved. Guan Yingjun, who was born in the 90s, is not afraid of difficulties, so what is he, a young man born in 2030, afraid of?
He grabbed Guan Yingjun's hand and took it away from his face.
Guan Yingjun's Adam's apple rolled, thinking that Jian Ruochen disagreed.
I've never felt so cold when a gun was pointed at me.
The boy ended the physical contact and touched the tip of his red ear in panic, "I have to go to school, and I can't stay in the police station forever."
Guan Yingjun understood. He lowered his head and chuckled, "Those two months."
"good."
As soon as Jian Ruochen finished speaking, Guan Yingjun grabbed his hand, and moved his other hand to the back of Jian Ruochen's head, supporting the back of his head, and inserted his fingers into his hair and gently stroked it.
The tingling sensation on his scalp made him shiver. Jian Ruochen said, "What are we going to do next, Brother Jun?"
Guan Yingjun's breathing suddenly stopped and his heart almost burst out of his chest.
Jian Ruochen was close enough to even hear the voice, so he gave it a try, so there was no need to restrain himself from teasing her.
He smiled and said, "You can't teach me how to be moved and then ask me to figure out the rest by myself. Teach me how to like someone, Sir Guan, you—hmm."
Hong Kong in February.
The night wind blew hard, the shadows of the trees rubbed against each other, making a rustling sound, the weeds on the rooftop brushed against the ankles, pedestrians were coming and going downstairs, and on the first floor was a bright restaurant. The restaurant was full of people chatting, laughing and clinking glasses.
On the rooftop, Guan Yingjun was in a state of deep concentration.
He kissed her and left.
Instantly separate.
Their foreheads were pressed against each other, and their chaotic breathing mixed together.
Guan Yingjun whispered: "I like you."
Jian Ruochen was a little confused, and he touched his lips.
Oh, it turns out that no matter how cold and hard a man is, he can be soft-spoken.
Guan Yingjun laughed softly, "If we've confirmed the relationship, it means we like each other and we need to kiss. Do you know that?"
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