AWB Chapter 15 Chapter 15
Chapter 15 Chapter 15
The night in the city is always particularly long, and Arashiyama Cemetery is considered to be a cemetery with a reasonable price and a good environment.During the day, I just feel that the environment is beautiful and quiet.At night, even the sound of the wind rustling the leaves adds to the eerie vibe of the place.
No one would have guessed that there was a noisy bar not far from the cemetery, which was in stark contrast to the outdoor atmosphere.Most of the people here are not afraid of life and death, and they have no taboos. The living have endless worries, how can they have the time to care about the dead?
Han Yue lit a cigarette for himself. After taking a puff, he puffed out the smoke ring leisurely, and asked a word without haste: "Do you know Murong Ling?"
The thin smoke obscured Han Yue's face, making his voice slightly ethereal.
Do you know Murong Ling?
"We've known each other for more than ten years, what do you think?" Qian Shucheng sneered.
"Hahahaha... Oops!" Han Yue seemed to hear a particularly funny joke, and his whole body trembled from laughing, causing soot to accidentally fall onto his pants.He put the cigarette plug in his mouth, and hurriedly brushed the ash on his pants with his free hand. Fortunately, there were no sparks that fell off, which didn't give him a chance to go out in the pants with holes in the winter, but the sparks The hole that could be burned was not too big. Han Yue dusted off the soot and took a cursory look at it, and there were no obvious traces, so he didn't continue to care.He held the cigarette in his mouth and took a sharp puff, then crushed it into the ashtray on the table.
"Why are children nowadays not cute at all? I think when I was young, how could I have so many thoughts, and my heart is not ancient."
"Okay, Guanzi hasn't sold enough yet?" Qian Shucheng felt that his endurance had made a qualitative leap.If you had turned around and left earlier, the devil would have heard you moaning and whining endlessly.
"Murong Ling is the current leader of the 'tomb', you know that."
"The power of the Murong family has been accumulated from generation to generation. It is impossible to develop to the current scale without the ability to protect itself. Why do you think there is only one person left in the Murong family now? It is really a lack of morality that leads to few descendants. ?”
Qian Shucheng rubbed his fingers, but did not answer.
"Qian Shucheng, we know each other no matter what, listen to my advice, get out quickly, don't inquire too much and contact too much, you have time to get out now." Han Yue smiled, before his attitude changed, he was no longer like The more or less negotiating look when he first came in is now completely like a caring big brother.
Qian Shucheng frowned.
"I shouldn't be looking for you. I thought you were just sticking hands. I didn't expect you to be a complete outsider." Han Yue raised the bottle to Qian Shucheng as a signal, and drank it down without waiting for Qian Shucheng's response, " Forget about the fact that I was looking for you, and I didn't mention the matter of asking you to help set up the line before."
"What do you mean."
"I'm doing it for your own good, don't get into this circle, and stay away from this circle in the future, stay away from Murong Ling. He is very dangerous, and his surroundings are also very dangerous. Don't waste your brother's painstaking efforts." Han Yue stood up while talking, obviously not wanting to reveal more things to Qian Shucheng.
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It was the eve of New Year's Eve when Qian Shucheng stood at the gate of Murong's old house again. The main gate was a bit far away from the main house. He lingered at the gate for almost half an hour without seeing anything. He was hesitating whether to call Murong Ling The phone, the intercom at the door rang.
"Master Cheng, what is this?"
The sudden sound made Qian Shucheng jump up.
"Pei, Pei, Uncle Pei, I'm about to call you."
Butler Pei said calmly: "Master, wait a moment, I will send a car to pick you up right away."
Half an hour later, standing in the lobby of the main house again, Qian Shucheng was still a little cramped. The butler told him that Murong Ling was still busy in the study and asked him to sit on the sofa for a while.As soon as he was seated, a servant brought a teapot and cup of hot tea and put it on the coffee table, poured a cup for Qian Shucheng, signaled him to drink a cup of hot tea to keep him warm, and then withdrew.
Only Qian Shucheng was left in the living room.
After his appointment with Han Yue, he never contacted him again.He also thought about it for a long time afterwards. Although he didn't know much, it was impossible for him to protect himself wisely as Han Yue said. He only had one brother in his life, who could let him go?
He came this time mainly to apologize, except for the first person who notified him of his death, everyone else was implying that he believed in Murong Ling, and he, who can be said to be the person who has been with Murong Ling the longest, really has a full heart. Suspicious, but also give people... Well, I feel bad when I think about it.
But when he reached the door, he hesitated again, he was really scared.Murong Ling suffered such serious injuries, and when he first came back, he was obviously in poor health, so what did he do?I didn't want to recall it before, I didn't want to think about every minute and every second at that time, but now I miss him all the time.
The tightly frowning brows, the pale and bloodless face, the bloody lips bitten by him, the hands tightly clutching the sheets, the trembling body, and the bloody and other liquid soaked sheets.
Qian Shucheng really couldn't think of what kind of mentality Murong Ling had when facing him, and how he managed to keep smiling at him. Was his heart numb and unconscious from the injury?
Qian Shucheng frantically grabbed his hair, unaware of the person walking behind him.
"What's wrong? Not feeling well?"
Qian Shucheng, who was still deep in his thoughts, was startled by the sudden thought of the voice.
"No, no."
"Why are you here suddenly? Is there something wrong?" Murong Ling bypassed Qian Shucheng, walked to the side sofa and sat down, and poured himself a cup of tea.
Qian Shucheng stared straight at Murong Ling's slender white hand holding up the small teacup, and lightly sipped the teacup with his thin lips.Xu Shi's body has been recovering relatively well recently. In the past few months, some sick and bloodless lips were slightly red, and the lips that were stained with hot tea looked crystal clear.Qian Shucheng swallowed subconsciously.
It was probably because Qian Shucheng's gaze was a little scorching, Murong Ling couldn't drink the tea after taking a sip.
"What's the matter?" Murong Ling put down his teacup, and looked at the person in front of him who was staring at him in a daze with some amusement.
"Huh? It's nothing, it's New Year's Day, isn't it? I have three days off and I don't have much to do. Come over for the holidays, okay?" Qian Shucheng tried his best to make his voice appear normal and casual, but it turned out to be even more nervous.
Murong Ling burst out laughing: "Are you here to accompany me, a widowed old man?"
"How old are you?"
"Yeah, not old, just less than ten years older than you."
Qian Shucheng was upset, he felt that he was seriously despised, did he treat him like a child?
"Since I'm here for the festival, I'll stay here for a few days. I just happen to have nothing to do these few days."
Murong Ling leaned forward, stroking Qian Shucheng's hair as before.As a result, as soon as the hand was put on it, both of them froze there.
"Sir, Master Cheng will stay and finish dinner tonight?" Butler Chen just happened to come over from the kitchen and relieved the embarrassment of the two of them just in time.
Murong Ling: "Aunt Chen, tidy up the room later, Shucheng is staying here during his holidays for a few days."
Butler Chen: "Okay, sir."
Murong Ling: "Tell the kitchen to make some Sichuan dishes tonight."
Butler Chen: "Okay, sir."
Qian Shucheng listened to the two people talking silently, but felt that his throat was a little dry. While thinking about whether there should be a humidifier in this room, he picked up a teacup and poured it into his mouth, but he didn't drink any tea after drinking for a long time. I just remembered that when I was waiting for someone, I finished drinking the tea in the cup and forgot to refill it.
The head chef of Murong's family was recruited from a small restaurant in Sichuan, which can be considered a coincidence.Murong Ling and Qian Shuning went on a business trip to Sichuan. In the evening, the two of them got drunk at the wine bureau and didn't eat a few mouthfuls of serious food.Obviously, a table full of Han can be summoned with just one phone call, but Qian Shuning insisted on going out to press the road, claiming that it is better to go out for food by himself.
Murong Ling is a good drinker, and few people can drink him down.Qian Shuning is different, he doesn't hold much alcohol, he likes to go out to find something to eat every time he drinks too much, but he has never taken the initiative to cause trouble, Murong Ling is too lazy to argue with a drunk, so he just He has to go.Or else the noses of foodies are dog noses, Qian Shuning dragged Murong Ling into an alley without going far. restaurant.
The opening time of this restaurant is very random, whether you can eat it depends on luck, obviously foodie Qian Shuning is still very lucky.Qian Shuning was sweating profusely after eating a table of bright red dishes, enjoying himself.
The two of them came out to look for food after the banquet was over. It was already late, and there was no one in the shop at this time, and the owner and chef of the shop was also a warmhearted person.It was only after chatting with the boss that Murong Ling learned that he was originally a chef at a Michelin-starred restaurant, and his specialty was not Sichuan cuisine but Cantonese cuisine. It was only after he came to this place that he began to specialize in Sichuan cuisine.But the boss didn't say why he resigned to this place, and Murong Ling didn't ask.
In the next few days, Murong Ling deeply felt Qian Shuning's perseverance and the casual and unrestrained personality of the owner of the store, and he also didn't understand why the owner ran to this place to open his own restaurant.It's just that one of these two people misses food every day, and the other can't open the door after being beaten to death, which really makes Murong Ling's head full of black lines.
On the morning of his departure, Qian Shuning was still thinking about the cook, but unfortunately he only ate twice in total, and he still doesn't know when he will have the chance next time.Murong Ling couldn't stand his nagging, so he went out alone early in the morning to meet Qian Shuning at the airport.
As a result, Qian Shuning, who was bored in the airport lounge and was playing with his mobile phone, stared dumbfounded at Murong Ling, the chef whom he had been thinking of, walked over together, boarded the plane together, and then became the chef of Murong's family as a matter of course.
Qian Shuning asked for a long time how to deal with this chef. He also tried to coerce and lure him to open a restaurant in the imperial capital, but all failed. Murong Ling just smiled inscrutablely.
This chef Qian Shuning likes it, and Qian Shucheng also likes it very much.The Sichuan cuisine he handles is absolutely spicy and refreshing.
Last time he came here, the chef also made him something he likes to eat, but Qian Shucheng was preoccupied with things and didn't pay attention to what was there.Today he was at the dining table again, looking at the familiar dishes on the table, and smelling the slightly pungent aroma, his eye circles couldn't help turning red.
Brother, I miss you so much.