After these words were spoken, even Kong Wenmin fell silent.
That night, Jiang Jinwan led his men to sneak into Nanshan Villa, and in front of Xiao An, they tortured and killed several elderly people. Grandma Chen died on the spot, Mr. Ding had three broken ribs, and Mr. Gu lost his right arm. Such serious injuries, let alone the elderly, would take at least a year or two for a young man to recover. They were away and could not return to Ningguta. They usually did not want to mention it, but how could they not be worried and anxious in their hearts? Chen Qingxuan only mentioned it in front of Kong Wenmin, and never said it in front of others.
Kong Wenmin didn't say anything. He stood up and sat next to Chen Qingxuan, saying softly, "Don't worry, everything will be fine. With Master Fang taking good care of them, Mr. Gu and Mr. Ding will definitely be able to rest well..."
Kong Wenmin wanted to say something, but seeing Chen Qingxuan's drooping brows, he didn't continue. Ding Yunwen and Gu Changlin could naturally recuperate, but Grandma Chen would never wake up again.
Chen Qingxuan's eyes were moist again, not knowing if it was because of the heat or what. He was busy wiping his face. Just as he was about to talk about something light-hearted to ease the atmosphere, he was pulled into someone's arms. When he was about to struggle, someone grabbed the back of his head again, and then pressed him firmly against someone's shoulder.
"Lean on for a while." Kong Wenmin patted Chen Qingxuan's shoulder gently. His voice was soft, but it seemed to be bewitching. Chen Qingxuan stopped struggling and leaned obediently on Kong Wenmin's shoulder. Neither of them spoke again. Chen Qingxuan lowered his eyes and looked at the two steaming cups of tea on the table, while Kong Wenmin looked at Chen Qingxuan without blinking.
His eyes slid across Chen Qingxuan's jet-black long hair and drooping eyebrows, and finally fell on the white and slender hand. The hand was as thin and tall as its owner, very slender, but not weak. The joints were distinct, and several fingertips had light yellow calluses. It was obvious that it was a hand that had been holding a pen for many years, and it was also obvious at a glance that it was a man's hand.
Yes, this is obviously a man's hand, what's so good about it? But Kong Wenmin just stared at it for so long. He knew it was a man's hand, but he still wanted to reach out and hold it, to intertwine his fingers with that hand. Kong Wenmin thought he must be crazy. Yes, if he wasn't crazy, how could he have such a ridiculous idea?
But that's what he thought and that's what he did.
The hand that had always been strong and powerful timidly reached forward for the first time, one inch, two inches closer to the white and thin hand. As the two hands got closer and closer, Kong Wenmin's breathing became more and more rapid. He felt that he was extremely useless, even more embarrassed than the young boy who met his sweetheart for the first time. However, he loved this useless feeling, the feeling that his whole heart was about to jump out of his chest...
Just three inches or two inches away from hitting it.
“Bang, bang, bang!”
Suddenly, there was a sharp knock on the door.
"Who is it?" Chen Qingxuan sat up straight, frowned and looked out the window.
"Oh... I'll go take a look." Kong Wenmin suddenly withdrew his hand from the table, stood up in a panic, and walked out without looking back.
Chen Qingxuan looked at Kong Wenmin's strong and sturdy back through the window, feeling a little confused, a little helpless, and a little irritated. Finally, he let out a long sigh. He watched Kong Wenmin open the door. Just as he was about to turn around, he glanced at the young man standing at the door and couldn't help but frown.
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