Chapter 3 Obscurity and Difficulty
The temperature was over 20 degrees, with a warm and cool breeze floating in the air, carrying a sweet fragrance.
A luxurious villa by the sea, a man facing the window gently swaying the champagne in his hand, the golden semi-transparent **shining with an alluring light under the sunlight.
The man's tall and slender body stood upright, facing the vast ocean. It should have been a beautiful scene like a painting on a warm spring day when flowers bloom, but somehow the man created a three-dimensional space image with an inexplicable gloom and eeriness.
The sound of footsteps came from behind, with a hint of deliberate slowness, as if accompanied by an impatient and shameless annoyance.
However, apart from the man who still had an unchanged expression and only smiled eerily, no one would have thought that guy would play a prank. The person who made the sound had a cold and stern face, with sharp facial features that couldn't hide his icy demeanor.
That kind of coldness is not only innate, but also a kind of indifference that comes from experiencing the vicissitudes of life and death struggles, viewing human lives as worthless and child's play.
"Can you still bear the loneliness?" The icy man punched the man who was facing away from him with a casual fist, without any hesitation or reserve.
"You're here again, I'm not saying you, obviously knowing you can't win, still always sneak attacking, is this interesting?"
The man turned his back and smiled lightly, almost no one saw how he moved, the cold and stern man's fist fell empty.
"You're just farting around! Are you grieving for the spring and injuring the month?" The cold man didn't care, slowly approaching the man, his iron-blooded face inexplicably carrying a smile that was rarely seen in a thousand years, even if it was very faint.
"When he comes out." The man's icy breath was rarely accompanied by a tone of schadenfreude, and it was clear that he had been waiting to see the show for a long time.
"What do you think?" The man lazily turned his head to look at him.
What a face it was, even the most beautiful words in the world couldn't describe or express it, beauty to the point of being almost demonic, yes, beauty.
It's rare for someone to describe a man as beautiful. Unlike Shao Qi, whose elegance and cleanliness are beyond words, men can no longer be described with simple and clear vocabulary.
He is not just beautiful, but more of a demon and evil spirit emanating from every cell in his body, with an extreme charm, as well as obvious coldness and cruelty. Even just a profile is enough to make people gasp in amazement, how can there be such a complex yet harmonious masterpiece in the world?
The icy man rarely smiled brightly: "You don't know where he is?"
"No, no, no, I think I should try out this 'fate' thing that we Chinese people talk about. You know I'm a 'good person'!"
The man ambiguously winked at him.
The cold man gave him a disdainful look, what a good person, this guy is just a loser, what kind of dog fart fate, it's just a matter of one sentence.
He knew this guy's favorite thing was to trample everything when others were full of hope.
However, he was too lazy to dismantle his platform and asked faintly: "Er Ya, you're getting more and more restless, bringing people everywhere to show off, are you still letting him be so carefree and ignoring all of this?"
The man laughed, and in the evil air, the glass wine cup in his hand turned into fragments.
He didn't let go, and the dark red blood slowly flowed out from his slender fingertips, as cold and eerie as the smile on the man's face.
"There are some thorns this time, staying on the body even though it's clear that staying will hurt, but still have to stay. Once there is no feeling of pain, life really has no stimulation." The man slowly loosened his grip on the broken glass and said slowly: "This time, I won't mind."
The meaning is clear: anyone who mentions that obscure name in front of him will be beaten without pardon.
Familiar red brick bungalows hidden among the lush green ocean, as if with a hint of hermit's flavor...
"Mom!" Under the sunlight, obsidian-like eyes sparkled with joy, and a happy emotion appeared on her pale face.
"Shao Qi, you're back?"
Perhaps it was because he had not appeared at the door of his home for a long time, but when the woman saw him, she suddenly looked surprised, and after a moment of surprise, there was intense joy, and her smile was like the peach blossoms in April.
"He's grown taller again!" She looked up at her son, who was now almost a head taller than herself, and gazed at his increasingly defined handsome features. The woman couldn't help but reach out to touch her own face, which already had fine wrinkles.
And Shao Qi also found that she had become even thinner, although she was already thin before, but now her whole person had sunken eye sockets, and her complexion was as pale as old yellowed parchment, simple clothes hung on her like a sack.
It seemed as if a huge stone had suddenly blocked his heart, and he subconsciously stretched out his hand to hold his mother's thin body.
"Lost more weight..."
"It's nothing, you just haven't come back for too long and have forgotten my appearance!" The woman's gentle smile was as clear and elegant as water, even though she had aged, it was still not difficult to see that she was a stunning beauty in her youth.
Her fingertips involuntarily twitched in pain, and under the sunlight, her mother's thin body seemed to be shrouded in a golden halo.
It's as if the entire body has become transparent, clearly looking at a person, yet seemingly just a shadow.
"Shao Qi, there are only two months left until the college entrance exam. How's your preparation going?" The woman asked with concern under the dim light, watching her son swallow his last mouthful of noodles.
After all, which parents who deeply love their children are not concerned about their children's grades? She is no exception.
"It's okay!" The dark eyes didn't show any change, and Shao Qi quickly cleaned up the messy dishes on the table.
"Ah" Looking at his son like this, it's probably not a big deal, helping to clean up the bowls and chopsticks, suddenly said: "If... everything goes smoothly, I hope to go where you want to go, no need to consider anything else."
Shao's hand paused slightly...
"You are still young, you can't stay here for a lifetime. My son should be a pillar of this world, not succumbing to any threats or oppression."
It was as if she had seen a majestic eagle soaring through the nine heavens, and her eyes were filled with thick joy.
In the faint yellow light, Shao Qi didn't speak, but only gazed at his mother who suddenly radiated a brilliant glow, with an inexplicable emotion on the corners of her slightly pursed lips...
Night falls quietly over this ancient land, it's past 10pm on a weekday evening when high school students finish class, the narrow street behind the school gate is packed with swarms of people.
Under the dim streetlights, people's faces were all shrouded in shadows.
Many people who should be familiar with you and actually know you may pass by in front of you without giving you any particularly familiar feeling.
"How are you?" A familiar figure shuttled through the crowd, a boy named Ren Sheng, tall and slender, who was not only a schoolmate of Shao Qi's but also from the same village.
He grew up with his grandparents, and it is said that many years ago, his mother could not bear the poverty and quietly left after giving birth to him. His father was emotionally agitated by this blow, suffered a sudden heart attack, and soon also left him behind.
Actually, in some ways, they're quite similar.
They are all people who have been abandoned without a complete family, and they are all people who have to work hard for survival.
"Nothing here, how about you?"
"Ah, never mind......" The young man scratched his short hair in distress, with a sorrowful face.
"Decent jobs can't be found, might as well..."
