No one in the organization knew about Li Ruhui's drinking problem. Even his old superior thought he only drank occasionally. Li Ruhui didn't know how Tianguang No. 1 was discovered; perhaps it was a special ability he had developed during his years as a special agent.
One day, Li Ruhui sat by the window of his studio in the mansion, basking in the solitude of alcohol. Suddenly, Tianguang No. 1, who was supposed to be on official business, kicked open the door and barged in.
Without a word, Tian Guang No. 1 punched him, sending Li Ruhui sprawling on the ground like a shrimp. He wasn't made of clay; he immediately leaped to his feet, intending to retaliate with the same force. But at that moment, he hesitated. He shouldn't treat his comrade this way.
Just as he was hesitating, Tianguang No. 1 smashed a bottle over his head and knocked him unconscious.
When he woke up, Tianguang No. 1 was writing something with his back to him.
Tian Guang Yi Hao and the organization had their own set of coded language for communication, which Li Ruhui couldn't understand. Later, he learned that Tian Guang Yi Hao had used vehement language to demand that the organization find her a new partner—not a useless person whose mind was clouded by alcohol, a spoiled brat exuding petty-bourgeois sullenness, a Zhao Kuo with only theoretical knowledge and no practical experience, a half-baked amateur who couldn't even do the most basic cleaning work properly, or a poisonous weed whose eyes had been emptied by bourgeois ideology…
There was a strict hierarchical relationship between Tianguang No. 1 and Li Ruhui, and logically speaking, Li Ruhui should never have been qualified to see this letter. However, perhaps blinded by anger, Tianguang No. 1 only tore off the page with the writing on it, forgetting to tear off the second page with the marks left by the writing.
Li Ruhui later obtained that page and, after lightly scribbling it down with a pencil, obtained the remaining traces. After several twists and turns, the letter was finally translated. Tian Guangyi must have been filled with anger when he wrote it; the handwriting is deeply incisive, with clear, deep lines.
Tian Guang-1's request was, of course, rejected. The organization didn't have time to find another top graduate from the Carter Lane Strategic Studies Institute to act as Tian Guang-1's caretaker.
Tian Guang Yi Hao tied Li Ru Hui to a chair for three days, giving him nothing but a small cup of water each day. Whenever Li Ru Hui was thirsty, hungry, or fainted, Tian Guang Yi Hao would revive him with alcohol.
On the third day, Tianguang No. 1 untied the ropes binding him and threw Li Ruhui into a wine vat filled with countless kinds of famous wines with his bare hands.
Li Ruhui floated in the wine, hearing the cold voice of Tianguang No. 1 from outside the vat: "If there is a next time..."
There won't be a next time. Li Ruhui thought, there won't be a next time.
Li Ruhui had never witnessed the joyful moments of Tianguang No. 1. Here, "joy" refers to pure, unadulterated pleasure. Mrs. Lu often took Tianguang No. 1 out for enjoyment, and the overseas Chinese couple also frequently took their adopted daughter out for pleasure. But Li Ruhui knew that wasn't true happiness.
The words "pleasure" and "hobbies" seem to be absent from Tian Guang Yi Hao's dictionary. Sometimes, she even appears somewhat inhuman. Tian Guang Yi Hao has absolutely no interest in drinking coffee, dancing, or tasting wine. Li Ruhui has seen Tian Guang Yi Hao's hands; they are the hands of a laborer, rough, strong, and covered with thin calluses. Perhaps she enjoys working in the fields?
Li Ruhui once asked her what she would do if the war ended and a new world came. Tianguang No. 1 answered without hesitation, "Today's cleaning work was not done well, I will write a two-thousand-word self-criticism."
Over time, Li Ruhui stopped searching for the joyful image of Tianguang No. 1.
Tian Guang Yi Hao seemed compassionate, often giving alms to beggars and the poor on the street. This made her appear noble. Li Ruhui didn't know if this nobility was genuine. After all, Tian Guang Yi Hao was always putting on an act for everyone.
Tianguang-1 had to make a series of decisions at every moment. Some decisions seemed inhumane, while others appeared far-fetched. But every decision was incredibly precise, like a meticulously calculated machine.
What Li Ruhui was most curious about was Tianguang No. 1's sorrowful appearance. Could someone like that really be sad?
Countless people have sacrificed their lives on this road, but every time someone dies, Tianguang No. 1 locks itself away. When it emerges again, its face bears the usual dull expression, making it impossible for Li Ruhui to discern its emotions.
She is a true state apparatus.
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