Dragon Clan: My Word Spirit is refreshed every week

Chapter 361: The Way of Life of the Three-No Girl Zero
The bright moon shyly appeared and disappeared among the scattered dark clouds, and its pure silver light like the snow in early winter spread all over the balcony where the sea breeze was blowing.

Ling, dressed in a simple white dress, stood behind Zhou Xuan. Her skin, so white that it seemed transparent, sparkled in the cold moonlight.

"When... did you start smoking?" Ling asked softly.

Hearing this, Zhou Xuan did not look back.

He took a deep puff of the cigarette in his hand, pondered for a moment, and slowly said: "Dragon blood brings many benefits to hybrids. One of them is that hybrids will not die from organ diseases in the body."

"A hybrid will never die of cancer."

At this point, Zhou Xuan turned around, with a faint smile on his handsome face: "So there are only two ways for mixed-bloods to die, either lying in bed and dying of old age, or dying on some unknown battlefield."

“Life is short, take advantage of the moment.”

Listening to Zhou Xuan's words, Ling was slightly stunned, and then murmured: "You said these words in a style really like a long-legged girl."

When Zhou Xuan heard Jiude Mai's name, the fingers holding the cigarette stiffened slightly for a moment, but quickly returned to normal.

He turned around again and looked at the lights of thousands of homes below him that blocked out the moonlight.

"Do you want me to put out the cigarette? Will it smell bad?"

"It's okay, I'm used to it."

Ling walked to Zhou Xuan's side, her long light golden hair fluttering in the wind, like willows by the river welcoming the spring breeze, and a fresh and elegant fragrance quietly emanated from her.

Zhou Xuan took a look at Ling's hair and saw the moisture on it: "Did you just take a shower? Did you forget to blow dry your hair again?"

Ling did not answer. There were ripples in his clear and bright eyes as he looked into Zhou Xuan's eyes quietly.

Master Zhou, who was soft-hearted and not tough, was soon defeated.

Zhou Xuan sighed helplessly, put out the cigarette butt in his hand with two fingers together, and then threw it accurately into the ashtray in the distance.

"Come into the living room. I'll go to the bathroom to wash my hands and get a hair dryer to help you blow your hair." Zhou Xuan turned and walked into the house. "Is it so difficult to develop a habit of blowing your hair after taking a shower? Didn't I tell you last time when I helped you blow your hair at Junpei Hanyu's house..."

Ling ignored the joking blame and complaints in Zhou Xuan's words.

The corners of her mouth raised up in an imperceptible arc, and she walked into the living room with light steps and sat down on the sofa obediently.

The sound of running water penetrated the walls of the bathroom and echoed quietly in the silent living room.

Ling looked at the cold moonlight on the balcony that was like mercury pouring on the ground, and at the dark night sky without stars, his eyes seemed a little empty for a moment.

She was a little confused.

This confusion is not born from the ambiguous feelings between men and women, but sprouts at the crossroads of individual life.

Since being brought back to Takama-ga-hara from the Tamamonomae Club by Zhou Xuan, Ling has lived in this large flat for a whole week without stepping out of the house.

Her injuries were not serious and she had fully recovered a few days ago.

But after recovering, Zero didn't know what he should do next.

The task assigned to Ling by her boss was to infiltrate the upper echelons of the Eight Snake Families and collect as much information as possible about the White King, but since she came into contact with Zhou Xuan, she found that her work had lost its meaning.

As for the reason, there is no other reason.

The Eight Clans of Sheqi had already been infiltrated by Zhou Xuan like a sieve.

Perhaps the word "sieve" is not enough to describe Zhou Xuan's infiltration strength. After all, even the current young master of the Sheqi Eight Clan, Yuan Zhisheng, is Zhou Xuan's man...

Not to mention any big moves by the Sheqi Eight Families, even if the head of one of the Sheqi Eight Families used some position with his mistress tonight, Zhou Xuan would know it one step earlier than Tachibana Masamune.

Moreover, Zhou Xuan had no intention of hiding this information at all.

Zero could easily get all the information she wanted.

In other words, she no longer needs to work so hard as to perform Infernal Affairs to obtain information. She can easily complete her task by just lying comfortably at home.

However, comfort is an extremely unfamiliar word to the three-no girl Ling.

Before this, her life was filled with one task after another, and she traveled all over the world non-stop just to prove her worth to her boss.

"From now on, I will always keep you by my side, never give up, never leave, and you must live well and always be useful to me."

The promise the boy made to Ling in the ice and snow of Siberia that year quietly flowed upstream from the deep sea of ​​memory and rang in her ears again.

Zero's eyes became increasingly empty and confused.

"Am I still useful now? If I am useful, why do I seem to be unable to do anything?" The girl whispered in her heart.

"What are you thinking about?"

Zhou Xuan's clear voice, accompanied by the hum of the hair dryer, sounded behind Ling.

The gentle warm breeze blew on Ling's smooth, silky long hair, and a dry and warm big hand gently shuttled through her hair.

Ling's eyebrows gradually drooped.

She was silent for a long time, then murmured softly, "I don't know how to describe it, it's just... it's just..."

Hearing this, Zhou Xuan's movements paused slightly, and he recalled Ling's actions this week, and raised his eyebrows: "I think I understand a little bit, are you not used to your life these days? Or is the comfortable life overwhelming you?"

Ling pursed his thin lips and nodded, but quickly shook his head: "That's right, but it doesn't seem to be the case."

With the reflection of the glass coffee table, Zhou Xuan saw the confusion in the girl's eyes.

He chuckled and said, "I see. It seems that you have lost your way in life, or you don't understand the meaning of life."

"The meaning of life?" Zero repeated doubtfully.

"Yes, life, as the name suggests, is naturally born mainly to work, but life cannot be limited to work." Zhou Xuan stroked the hair in his hand gently.

"If I remember correctly, you were supposed to be carrying out tasks assigned to you by your unscrupulous boss every day. It was like 007, working all year round. Even the slaves in ancient Egypt would shake their heads when they saw it, right?"

Listening to Zhou Xuan's slightly teasing voice, Ling couldn't help but pout his lips in confusion, and his usually cold and snowy temperament suddenly became more cute.

"This...is there anything wrong with this?" Ling turned his head and looked at Zhou Xuan.

"Of course not. Your previous 'life' was completely equivalent to 'work'." Zhou Xuan laughed dumbly, "The meaning of life is life itself."

"Although this sentence has long been a common saying, I have to say it still makes sense."

"The daily necessities of life, such as music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, wine, flowers, firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, tea, love, hate, grudges, slacking off, socializing at home, and a bunch of other things, are the true meaning of life."

At this point, Zhou Xuan rubbed Ling's head, with a clear smile in his gentle eyes: "When it comes to work, you are undoubtedly an expert among experts, but you have not yet learned how to live."

"But you can't blame yourself for this at all. You can only say that you met the wrong person."

"If it wasn't the evil boss Little Devil who rescued you from Black Swan Harbor, everything would be very different."

Zhou Xuan curled his lips and offered the most sincere malice to the little devil who was nowhere to be found.

You have raised such a beautiful Russian girl into this state!

Even if we put aside the massive lack of common sense, the lack of emotions alone is already so serious that it cannot be worse!

A girl in her prime... no, a beautiful girl who looks like she is in her prime, but she doesn't look like a normal girl. Instead, she looks like an emotionless task machine.

What a waste of natural resources! Zhou Xuan couldn't help but praise and curse the unscrupulous little devil in his heart.

"Then...how should I learn to live? What should I do? Or love something?" There was a sad confusion in Ling's cold voice.

"Love what?"

Zhou Xuan was slightly stunned, somewhat confused as to why Ling suddenly said the word "love".

He slowly lowered his head and looked directly into Zero's clear, bright yet unusually empty eyes.

In those beautiful crystal eyes, Zhou Xuan did not see any emotional fluctuations, only bottomless haziness and nothingness.

He suddenly understood.

Although Zero had expressed his love to her before at Junpei Hanyu's home, she actually didn't understand what love was.

How can someone who has never received any love know how to love others?
Zhou Xuan patted Ling's head gently and smiled brightly: "If you must love something to give you the confidence to live, then love yourself first."

"Love yourself first?" Zero's pupils shrank slightly.

The past times buried deep in the memory came roaring like a flood that broke through the dam. In a blink of an eye, it flowed from the heart to the throat, and from the throat to the eyes.

Ling thought of Moscow in 1992, that cold world covered with ice and snow, and his biological father.

Yevgeny Chicherin.

The greedy and incompetent man discovered his daughter's talent, and then resolutely handed her over to the KGB in exchange for a so-called "professor" title.

But the man who was good for nothing except drinking and gambling could not keep any property or any title.

When Zero escaped from Black Swan Harbor with Zero, who was then called Renata, and returned to Moscow, Yevgeny Chicherin had become a complete loser. He could only numb himself with low-quality alcohol and survive in a semi-conscious state.

Although Zero's mother did not divorce him, she had no idea how many times she had crowned him.

If green hats could be sold for money, then Yevgeny Chicherin would have already become the leading tycoon in this industry!
After returning to Moscow, Zero took Renata to find Yevgeny Chicherin.

Zero offered him a deal.

"Mr. Yevgeny, if you are willing to take Renata back to your side, then we will meet your request and reunite your family again."

"However, given Renata's amazing value in scientific research, if you are willing to donate her to us, we will grant you a special grant and restore your professor title."

"It's all up to you to decide."

"But I have to remind you that if you decide to donate her again, she will be sent to a very distant research base, and you and your daughter will never have the chance to meet again in this life."

As soon as Zero finished speaking, Yevgeny Chicherin climbed up from the bottle without hesitation and shouted excitedly: "No need for a reunion! No need for any damn reunion! This is great! Our whole family is willing to give everything for science!"

At this moment, Renata's biological mother, a middle-aged woman who still had charm, immediately twisted her waist excitedly and rushed to Zero with her half-exposed white and tender breasts.

"How much is the subsidy?!" The woman's voice was filled with impatience.

"About 100,000 rubles," Zero replied with a smile.

"One hundred thousand rubles!?" The Chicherins shouted in disbelief.

The next moment, they started arguing fiercely over the distribution of the subsidy with red faces.

"Renata is my daughter! I went through a lot of hardship and hardship to give birth to her. It is reasonable that I should get more money!"

"Bullshit! You're talking as if you could give birth to Renata by yourself. Without me, you wouldn't be able to get pregnant with Renata! And if it weren't for my hard work, you and Renata would have starved to death on the streets! I should get more money!"

"Oh, you talk as if you are so great! You are just a drunkard and a gambler. Besides, Renata may not even be your biological daughter!"

"You bitch! I..."

Renata, who was hiding behind Zero, would never forget the hideous and disgusting faces of her parents at that time.

She was only a young girl at the time, and it was the first time she witnessed the collapse of the world.

So much so that Renata didn't come to her senses for several hours after Zero killed the couple.

She didn't say a word until Zero carried her on his back and walked away step by step along the railway.

"They... don't love me."

Renata's voice was distorted by uncontrollable sobbing, becoming hoarse and broken, and tears flowed uncontrollably from her eyes.

"What's the use of love? You've never had it in the first place!" Zero was a little impatient, "And you're a hybrid, do you understand what a hybrid is? You're not a human at all, so you don't need love at all. As long as you have value and ability, you can survive!"

Tears continued to flow down Renata's face.

"You're annoying! Do you know that?" Zero's patience was completely exhausted, and he started cursing with his teeth bared.

"If you have to love something in order to have the confidence to live, then you might as well love me!"

……

It was both about love, and the sentences were similar, but Zhou Xuan and Zero gave completely different answers.

Live to love yourself or live to love others?

Ling woke up from the depths of his memory, turned around with empty eyes, trying to find Zhou Xuan.

But there was no one behind her.

Zhou Xuan had already blown her hair and was now sorting his clothes at the entrance, looking like he was getting ready to go out.

"Love yourself or love others?" Ling looked up at Zhou Xuan.

Zhou Xuan was stunned.

He was silent for a moment, then put a black round hat on his head and lit a cigarette: "Of course, love yourself."

"Be selfish, girl."

"Selfish? This doesn't seem to be a very good quality, right? It seems to be a derogatory word?" Ling frowned slightly.

Zhou Xuan waved his hand nonchalantly, took a deep puff of his cigarette, and smiled as bright as the midday sun: "It doesn't matter whether it is a derogatory word or a complimentary word. Selfishness can be said to be a vital part of human nature."

"And the word humanity is not a positive word."

"Forget what you read in that book. Behind human nature is the fickleness of the world."

“Be a little selfish, learn to live step by step, and then become a master of life.”

"Put yourself first, and put things like missions aside for now."

Having said that, Zhou Xuan waved to Ling and strode out of the room.

"I'm going to go out for a while, you think about it carefully."

"By the way, do you need me to bring you some midnight snacks? Midnight snacks are an important part of life."

Ling looked at Zhou Xuan's smiling face.
He didn't speak for a long time.

(End of this chapter)