Chapter 119 Questioning

"Han Zhong has something to do temporarily, so he's going back first."

After Zhou Changming finished speaking, he pointed to the 28 missed calls on his mobile phone and began to educate the elderly at home. Zhou Yannan listened inattentively and then asked, "How did you know I was here?"

Zhou Changming looked at Jiang Wu nonchalantly, "I'll take you back."

Jiang Wu was a little absent-minded. He didn't react when he first heard what he said. He was stunned for a moment before replying, "Okay, thank you."

The three of them left the building and got into Zhou Changming's car. Jiang Wu sat in the back. Zhou Changming, who had previously accused Zhou Yannan of being disrespectful to his elders, was unexpectedly silent. Zhou Yannan lowered his head and studied his mobile phone.

Jiang Wu looked at the street lights flying by outside the window and suddenly asked, "Can you lend me your cell phone?"

This was obviously said to Zhou Changming, but Zhou Changming paused before replying, "Sorry, my phone is out of battery, and I made too many calls on the way."

At this moment, a black Maybach of the same model as Han Zhong's passed by in the opposite lane. Jiang Wu looked over subconsciously and suddenly heard Zhou Changming asking them what they were doing in the abandoned building.

At the same time, in the black Maybach that just passed by them, Yao Ping was making a phone call.

"I saw the abandoned building you mentioned. It will be there in about five minutes."

"Um."

Five minutes later, Yao Ping parked his car in front of a shabby building, got out and looked around but didn't see anyone. When he was about to make a phone call to ask, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a dim light in the corner.

Yao Ping's heart skipped a beat. He quickly took out his cell phone, turned on the flashlight and shone it over there, then he was stunned.

The dim light came from Han Zhong's cell phone. He was standing in the only small patch of light in the darkness. He was only wearing a thin shirt. His tall and straight figure stood in the night. Behind him was a desolate abandoned building. There was only a faint light in his palm, which seemed like it would be swallowed up by the darkness at any time. He was lonely and silent.

"Mr. Han?" Yao Ping called out tentatively.

"Um."

Yao Ping breathed a sigh of relief, and seeing that he looked a little strange, he asked, "Are you okay?"

Han Zhong didn't answer or move. Yao Ping thought for a moment and reminded him, "The car is parked outside."

Han Zhong then looked up at him, turned around and walked out. Han Zhong knew that his boss didn't like going out at night, so he immediately used his cell phone to light the way for him.

There were street lights on the streets after leaving the shabby building. The black Maybach was parked under the nearest street light. When Han Zhong saw the scene under the street light clearly, his steps suddenly stopped.

Yao Ping looked up in confusion and was also stunned.

In addition to the black Maybach, there was another person standing under the dim street lights. He was wearing a beige home suit. His clean and fair face looked particularly good under the light. He was looking at them quietly.

Yao Ping was surprised and asked, "...Mr. Jiang?"

He wanted to ask why Jiang Wu was here, but suddenly he found something wrong between the two of them. Normally, his boss would rush over to greet him as soon as he saw him from a distance, but now he didn't move, and Jiang Wu just stood there without saying a word. It seemed as if there was an invisible barrier between the two of them.

He stood there, not knowing what to do. At this moment, Jiang Wuxian spoke, "You came here with Zhou Changming."

Han Zhong did not answer this sentence, and walked past him as if he did not hear it. Jiang Wu quickly grabbed his arm and asked, "Are you angry?"

Han Zhong stood there without moving, his deep features half hidden in the dim light. He looked very calm, and his voice was also very calm, "What are you going to do with that bell?"

Jiang Wu opened his mouth and said hesitantly, "...to remind you of something."

“I never forget anything.”

"It's not something from this life, it's something from a long, long time ago. As long as you remember it——"

"Jiang Wu."

He suddenly called Jiang Wu's name. Jiang Wu felt a little panicked, but still replied, "I'm here."

Han Zhong slowly turned around and looked at him, his eyes lowered calmly and deeply, "You are a person from a thousand years ago."

"yes."

"You're looking for someone, someone very similar to me."

"yes."

“That person is important to you.”

"yes."

He answered without hesitation, and Han Zhong looked at him quietly for a few seconds, then asked, "If I am not that person, will you continue to stay with me?"

Jiang Wuyi is not stagnant.

His unconcealed reaction pierced Han Zhong's heart like a needle, but he finally just stroked Jiang Wu's slightly cold cheek, his voice slightly tense, "But Jiang Wu, I thought you came for me."

Jiang Wuxin's chest trembled slightly and he grasped his sleeve tightly.

"The day we left Qingyang Temple, you said you were afraid that I would die and that you would never see me again." Han Zhong slowly pulled his hand away. "At that moment, I thought that the end of a person's life is not just to learn how to face death calmly, but to be able to

I never thought that besides being with you, there is another way to live my life."

"I like you, Jiang Wu."

“…”

Jiang Wu's pupils shrank, and the warmth in his palms disappeared. He was shocked by the word "like" he said.

By the time he reacted, Han Zhong had already gotten into the car and Yao Ping had already driven off the street.

He stood confused on the quiet street, staring blankly in the direction Han Zhong left, not understanding why Han Zhong asked that question.

In a dark corner a few steps behind him, Zhou Changming, who had been watching the whole thing, looked at the lonely figure in front of him speechlessly and asked, "Why does he look more like an innocent victim?"

Zhou Yannan yawned, his half-drooped eyes were calm, "Maybe it's because he never thought that someone would dare to fall in love with him."

The gods' favored race, who are immortal and free from all emotions, are born only to live for the purpose of ascending to heaven. They are incompatible with everything in this world and have seen everyone's fate. They regard themselves as passers-by in this world and everyone they meet as passers-by as well. They have never thought that someone would fall in love with them like this, and even dare to dream of a lifelong companionship.

But where is the promise of growing old together? There is only the reluctance and resentment that the lover is still in the prime of life, while I am already old and frail.

At the same time, in the black Maybach speeding in the night, Yao Ping kept looking at Han Zhong in the back seat through the rearview mirror. He was very worried, but he didn't know what had happened specifically, let alone how to comfort him.

Finally, he could only say dryly, "Don't be sad, it will be fine after a while."

Han Zhong tilted his head to look at the night sky speeding by outside the car, his eyes silent, "Really?"

"I couldn't get over the breakup either. I felt like my life was over and I didn't have the energy to do anything. I couldn't help wanting to call to get back together, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I thought, what if I got rejected? I'd be like a dog."

Yao Ping sighed as he spoke, "After about half a month, I felt much better. I started to get used to living alone. After all, one must always look forward."

Han Zhong listened to his voice quietly, curled up his cold fingertips, and felt a little stiff. He opened his mouth to ask Yao Ping to turn up the air conditioner in the car. It was too cold, but suddenly remembered that it was only November and it shouldn't be that cold.

The darkness far outside the window surged towards him like a boundless sea, as if it would swallow him up at any time.

He looked down at his pale fingertips. They were not the normal blood color, but an abnormal bluish-white. His eyes trembled and he whispered, "... go to Samuel Hotel."

Yao Ping was stunned, but didn't think much about it. He just thought that he didn't want to go back to see Jiang Wu.

"OK."