Chapter 117 Weakness
Luo Huayi slowly retreated from the courtyard of the food stall.
The strange guests did not chase after her; they simply watched Luo Huayi leave in silence.
He almost instinctively ran towards Xin Que and the others.
Strangely, Luo Huayi felt her steps becoming heavier and heavier, as if countless hands were dragging her ankles, making it increasingly difficult to lift and lower her feet.
But when I looked down, there was nothing there.
The night market was now packed with people. Luo Huayi pushed aside one obstructing customer after another and struggled to move forward amidst a chorus of curses.
"Why!!!"
The stall owner nearby shouted in a loud voice, "The plum blossom cakes are ready!!!"
The crowd began to move again, crowding towards the stall selling plum blossom cakes.
Whether it was the steam from the freshly baked pastries or the jostling of the crowd rushing towards the stall, Luo Huayi's vision blurred.
By the time he regained his footing, Xin Que and the others had already disappeared.
Luo Huayi's pupils suddenly dilated.
No matter where I looked, I couldn't find any familiar faces in the crowd.
The crowd was bustling, and the shouts of vendors rose one after another.
But they were all completely unfamiliar faces.
Luo Huayi was instantly overwhelmed by the panic of being alone and the helplessness brought about by the surging crowd that was carrying him in an unknown direction.
"President Luo?!" A frantic shout suddenly rang in my ears.
Luo Huayi mustered some strength and tried her best to maintain her direction against the flow of people, so that she would not be carried away by the crowd.
Is it Cheng Zheng?
There was also a woman waving at him from the side.
Xin Que.
The two looked anxious and kept calling his name, but they were outside the crowd and couldn't get to Luo Huayi's side.
Luo Huayi struggled through the crowd that was trying to push him back, pushing aside one hand after another, and finally managed to get through the crowd and reach Cheng Zheng and Xin Que.
Cheng Zheng breathed a sigh of relief. "Are you alright?"
"I never expected there to be so many people at the night market today..."
Xin Que waved her hand in front of Luo Huayi, who was looking lost and dejected. The woman's features softened considerably under the warm light of the stall, and she asked with concern, "What exactly happened?"
"How did you end up alone and squeezed into the crowd?"
Luo Huayi dodged Xin Que's outstretched hand.
He took a step back, his gaze towards Cheng Zheng and Xin Que growing increasingly strange.
"By the way," Cheng Zheng changed the subject, "the tripe at this stall is pretty good, we've already lined up...would you like to eat with us?"
"Delicious and affordable! Handsome, want to try some?" The stall owner's timely voice rang out from the side. The stall, which was originally crowded with people, had been cleared out at some point, and three neat high stools were now empty.
A chill ran through Luo Huayi's heart.
"Come on, come on, if it's not good, you don't have to pay!!!" Once again, countless hands reached out from behind, pushing Luo Huayi towards the high stool.
Luo Huayi was powerless to resist.
"Handsome guy?" The stall owner stood smiling behind his stall in front of Luo Huayi. The pot of boiling tripe was steaming, making the stall owner's features appear clear and blurry at different times.
The stall owner and Luo Huayi, who was being held down on a high stool, stared at each other across the glass display case. The stall owner asked enthusiastically, "What kind of food do you want? Are you an orphan who killed your biological parents, an adopted son who usurped someone else's place, or... a stand-in trained by a tycoon to take the fall?"
Luo Huayi's pupils suddenly dilated, "You..."
His life was roughly summarized in a few crude words from the stall owner, whose identity was unclear.
"An adopted son would be more suitable?" The person impersonating Cheng Zheng pondered before speaking. "After all, the Luo family adopted Luo Huayi, gave him the Luo surname, and provided him with a life of luxury. They were practically his second parents, weren't they?"
"But he still repaid kindness with enmity over some minor conflicts..."
Luo Huayi gritted her teeth and tried her best to stay rational.
Using his assistant's face to criticize those outsiders for being unjust and heartless, this space is truly disgusting.
But these "people" seem to be able to attack his spirit only through words.
Luo Huayi's mind raced, trying to figure out how to escape the stall, when she suddenly heard a woman's mocking laughter from the side.
Xin Que twirled the disposable chopsticks in her hand, her face full of disdain. "No matter what your status is, you're just a pawn that can't escape my grasp."
"After saving him a few times, he really started to see me as his savior... That's how cheap people's emotions are."
Luo Huayi was taken aback, then forced herself to think of something else.
Fake.
They are all divisive tactics.
...
"Brother!!!" The shout from the side was extremely familiar. Ji Mingchuan subconsciously turned around to look at the source of the sound, and then stopped in his tracks in shock.
They were the brothers who used to be close to my family.
"Holy crap, does Brother Chuan not recognize us brothers anymore after becoming a gang leader?" the man exclaimed dramatically. "Hurry up and come over here, everyone's here except you!!!"
Ji Mingchuan froze on the spot, "Li Yi?"
Li Yigang turned back to laugh and joke with his friends, but when he heard Ji Mingchuan's question, the group of people sitting at the white round table in the food stall all looked at Ji Mingchuan.
"Brother Chuan? Come on over for a drink!"
"The skewers and drinks are all served, what are you still standing there for?"
"Well, now that Brother Chuan has become a gang leader, he doesn't recognize us nobody anymore."
Ji Mingchuan opened his mouth, but ultimately remained standing still.
Seeing that Ji Mingchuan was still standing there motionless, Li Yi picked up an open bottle of beer and walked over to Ji Mingchuan.
A lot of white beer foam gushed out of the mouth of the freshly opened beer bottle, dripping down the bottle and onto Li Yi's hand.
Li Yi smiled and handed the wine to Ji Mingchuan, "Don't just stand there, come on!"
Ji Mingchuan looked at the label on the bottle, which had been closed for many years, and felt a lump in his throat.
"Li Yi," Ji Mingchuan said, his voice hoarse, "I can't go there."
The group of people at the table stopped laughing and stared blankly in the direction of Ji Mingchuan and Li Yi.
"Rest in peace, brothers." Ji Mingchuan looked at the tattoos on Li Yi's hand and the beer bottle he was clutching, and said, word by word, "I avenged you long ago..."
“Brother,” Li Yi forced a smile that looked more like a grimace, “Why bring this up when everyone’s happy…”
Ji Mingchuan's eyes reddened. He moved his hand, which was hanging limply at his side, and finally raised it to pat the shoulder of the brother who had long been buried in the corner of his memory, regardless of the glaring blood hole that was gradually appearing on Li Yi's chest, and regardless of the tragic scene that was once again reappearing in front of the food stall table.
"Go to the next life soon," Ji Mingchuan's throat was sore, and countless bitter words and unspoken thoughts flooded his mouth like a bursting dam, but in the end, they turned into a dry word of comfort, "Let's make a good living in the next life and try to get together on the right path."
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