Chapter 140 Red Leaves
"A qualified ex should be as dead as possible, instead of sneaking into the ex's house after the breakup and snatching the cup from the ex's brother."
Rong Anzhou watched Jiang Wu take the white cup to the kitchen, turn on the tap, wash it three times, and throw it into the sterilizer. He coldly reminded him, "Do you know how many years you will be sentenced for illegal intrusion?"
"I don't know. I haven't copied it yet."
"What?"
"Nothing."
“…”
Rong Anzhou saw him staring at the side of the disinfection cabinet and suddenly said, "The burn on my brother's hand has scabbed over a long time ago, but I didn't want to leave scars, so I put ointment on it and tied it with a bandage."
Jiang Wu said, "I know."
He thought of this when he was waiting for his flight in the airport hall, but he still came back. As for why, he didn't think much about it, he just did it because he wanted to.
He knew that Han Zhong would not be at home at this time, and originally planned to check the formation in the courtyard and the flow of energy above the villa, but it happened that the window of the room where he lived was not closed, so he came in.
I didn't expect to see Rong Anzhou using his cup and eating his wontons.
"Have you really never been together?" Rong Anzhou asked.
Jiang Wu said nothing. What does it mean to be together? Is it a short-term love, or a lifelong companionship?
He and Yan Zhong from his previous life had been together for eighty years, from the battlefield to the palace, but he had never mentioned the word love. In this life, he and Han Zhong had been together for only half a year, and Han Zhong told him that he wanted to live his life as a lover.
He always felt that the souls of past and present lives were the same, so he didn't understand why Han Zhong said he loved him, and suddenly he wanted to know what kind of feelings Yan Zhong had for him back then.
He had never considered such a question before. To him, those worldly relationships did not exist in the beginning but were defined by people later. Meanwhile, the world itself has been constantly changing over thousands of years.
But now all the old friends have left, and only he remains where he is.
His master taught him how to read and cast spells, Yan Zhong taught him about power and strategy, and Zhou Gongming taught him to obey the will of heaven and to fight against it. But no one had ever taught him that the emotions between people could be so finely divided, yet so important.
During the time he was filming in Xinzhang, he was always thinking about how he should face Han Zhong when Zhou Yannan made the soul-calming magic weapon and he could appear in front of Han Zhong, how he should respond with the word "I like you", and how he should continue to stay by Han Zhong's side and wait for him to recover his memory and give the answer he wanted.
Seeing that he didn't say anything, Rong Anzhou advised, "If you haven't made up your mind, it's better for you not to meet for the time being."
"I understand." Jiang Wu turned and walked towards him, his eyes scanning his lower body, "This time I came here also because of your... illness."
Rong Anzhou's face turned black. He wanted to scold him but was afraid that he would not treat him, so he endured it.
"How to cure it?"
"Stretch out your hand."
Rong Anzhou stretched out his hand, watched Jiang Wu press somewhere on his wrist, and then said "OK", and began to wonder if this kid was playing a trick on him.
Jiang Wu said calmly, "You can try it right there."
Rong Anzhou: “…”
No matter how unsophisticated he was, he would not do handwork in front of others in broad daylight, so he could only threaten, "If I find out that you've cheated on me, I'll tell my brother that you sneaked in here."
Jiang Wu was about to speak when he heard the sound of a door opening from the living room outside.
Rong Anzhou was stunned. Aunt Bai was resting in her room. The only person who would come to the villa at this time was Han Zhong.
In just a few steps, Han Zhong quickly arrived at the kitchen door and then showed a hint of surprise.
Rong Anzhou was thinking about whether to explain for Jiang Wu, when he heard his brother say calmly, "You can't cook, what are you doing standing in the kitchen alone?"
Rong Anzhou was about to retort that who can’t cook, but suddenly his face froze. Alone?
He turned his head and looked behind him. The place where Jiang Wu had just stood was now empty.
His expression changed again and again, and he stared at that place for a long time without saying a word. Even Han Zhong noticed something was wrong. He walked towards him and then caught a glimpse of the familiar white mug in the sterilizer.
"This cup doesn't work. Please use this one."
As Han Zhong spoke, he took out a cup from the sterilizer and put it back in the cabinet, then took out another blue cup from the cabinet and handed it to him.
If this sentence had been said half an hour earlier, Rong Anzhou would have believed it, but it was said after someone came, so he had a very complicated expression when he looked at his brother calmly making up lies.
"What's wrong?" Han Zhong looked at him with a strange and tangled expression, and suddenly thought of something, and looked at a certain part of his lower body inadvertently, "Still not working?"
Rong Anzhou: “…”
It must be said that these two people are really a perfect match in terms of their brain circuits and annoying people.
After all, this is about a man's dignity, especially for a tough guy like Rong Anzhou. Han Zhong didn't say much. He expressed his concern and was about to leave. Suddenly, he heard a voice from behind, "Do you think Jiang Wu's background is not simple?"
Han turned back to look at him, "Are you interested in him?"
“…Not bad.”
Han Zhong glanced at him indifferently and went to the second floor. Rong Anzhou, who was behind him, looked around at the spacious and empty kitchen and suddenly felt it was a bit eerie, so he quickly followed.
"Why did you suddenly think of investigating the list of victims from ten years ago?"
Rong Anzhou followed Han Zhong into the room and asked this question. Han Zhong paused in unbuttoning his shirt, thought for a moment and told him, "I went to see Qin Jiawang that day, and he told me that Liang Leshan died in the fire ten years ago."
Rong Anzhou was slightly shocked. He remembered that Liang Leshan had been the attending physician of Qin Jiawang and Chang Yi successively. He disappeared after Chang Yi was discharged from the hospital ten years ago, and it turned out that he died in the fire.
"What a coincidence?"
"Every coincidence has its inevitability."
Han Zhong untied his tie slowly and said, "Qin Jiawang is an old fox. He must have his own purpose for telling me all this. He must be hiding something."
Rong Anzhou's thick black eyebrows knitted together, "Since there is a problem with the fire, then the architect who accused you of arson... Nan Qingyu, right? He must also have problems. It's a pity that he died a long time ago, otherwise we can still investigate."
Actually, Nan Qingyu was a friend of his uncle, so he was specially invited to design the New Star Art Museum. However, he did not expect that the other party would accuse Han Zhong of arson and commit suicide in the hospital a week before the accident report was issued. The outside world thought that it was Han's uncle who silenced them, and Han Zhong was forced to join the army.
"Hasn't the Qin family always wanted to find you for marriage? Why don't you consider agreeing to it and find a chance to get closer to Qin Jiawang?"
"Good idea." Han Zhong continued calmly, "I think you are a good choice. Consider sacrificing yourself for your brother."
Rong Anzhou nodded and said, "Sure, I'm OK with that. Qin Yuyan is a great beauty."
Han Zhong was too lazy to listen to his nonsense, so he changed the subject, "Let's go back to the old house together next week."
Rong Anzhou was a little surprised, "Why do you suddenly want to go back this year? Have you figured it out?"
Han Zhong has been living alone in Ziyuan for seven years since he was discharged from the army. He rarely goes back to the old house. Even on his parents' birthdays, he asked me to deliver gifts on their behalf. This year, he actually took the initiative to ask to go back, which was really surprising.
"I'm free."
Han Zhong didn't explain much, and when he was about to chase him out, he suddenly turned his head and looked out the window.
"What's wrong?" Rong Anzhou poked his head in and asked.
It was already dark outside the window. Not far away, a small red maple leaf was blown into the room from the balcony by the wind and landed right at his feet.
Han Zhong looked at the maple leaf and suddenly remembered that he once stood in front of the window like this, and then received a purple iris brought by the wind.
"……It's OK."