the knife of love

Chapter 110 In the morning, boil water and fry tea

From Yunling to Pu'er, it was almost dawn when we checked into the hotel.

Tang Jingcheng was already exhausted, took a hasty shower and fell back to sleep on the bed. When she woke up at noon, she stretched out her hand to touch it, but there was no one on the pillow beside her.

"Guan Lue..." Tang Jingcheng yelled in a low voice. The spacious room was so quiet that there seemed to be an echo. The curtain was still tightly drawn. She reached out and pressed a button beside the bed, and the curtain slowly rolled up...

Sunshine, distant mountains, ten thousand acres of tea gardens bathed in clouds and mist, everything is presented behind the curtain.

There is also the man sitting on the terrace facing him sideways, wearing the simplest plain white cotton vest, with smooth muscle lines on the shoulders and arms, and a pair of light home slacks underneath, the trousers are rolled up a little, and there are no Wearing shoes, you can see the small half of the solid calf with leg hair.

Tang Jingcheng was curious, what was this man doing there alone?
Do you want to make tea?
She picked up the nightgown on the ground and put it on, and walked over the wooden floor carefully.

Sure enough, tea is being made. There is a small round table on the terrace. On the table is a small tureen for drinking Pu’er tea, exquisite special snacks and a small electronic pot. The water in the pot has boiled and is steaming.

Guan Lue should have noticed Tang Jingcheng approaching, but he was not disturbed at all. He took the kettle to wash the filter and cover bowl, then poured the water in the bowl into the porcelain dish next to him, and shook it vigorously. Cover the bowl and lid a few times to drain the water.

He has done such a meticulous set of movements extremely safely and familiarly.

Tang Jingcheng thought, what kind of man is this?
He has held a gun and killed people, he has so many scars on his body, and the blood on his hands can't even be counted by himself, but sitting on the terrace like this, making tea calmly, surrounded by fog and tea gardens, The coldness in his eyes was gone, his brows were stretched, and he boiled water and fried tea, and he looked like an ordinary man again, as if he had nothing to do with the world, and he was not anyone from Jiurongtai.

Tang Jingcheng felt that this was a man with many contradictions.

Sometimes dull, sometimes enthusiastic.

Sometimes ruthless, sometimes tender.

Just like now, he twisted a few pu'er pu'er with his well-articulated five fingers and threw it into the bottom of the bowl, washed, ironed, poured it out, made a second brew, pressed the tea with the lid, and waited for a while The tea poured into the strainer along the edge of the bowl and flowed into the small glass cup next to it.

A small cup of dark red translucent liquid, the tea surface is soft, turning a small whirlpool, just like the man in front of him, dark in color, strong in taste, but can taste many flavors in his mouth.

"Come here." He suddenly pulled Tang Jingcheng and pulled her to the wooden chair opposite him.

"Taste." He pushed the freshly brewed cup of tea to her.

Tang Jingcheng stood up and sighed.

"How about it?"

"very good!"

Unexpectedly good, she didn't expect this man to make such good tea.

It is simply impossible to imagine a man with a gun making tea.

"Have you studied?"

"Specially learned!"

"But you don't like drinking tea, don't say you learned it for me." Tang Jingcheng rarely pretended to be affectionate, and Guan Lue poured another cup for her, with a look of disgust on his face.

"You think too much, I only learned it to please the old man."

Tang Jingcheng was slightly surprised: "You mean Axi's father?"

"Well, he liked to drink tea when he was alive, so I asked someone to teach him."

At that time, he was only about 13 years old, and he was nothing in Jiurongtai.

Tang Jingcheng didn't expect this reason, so he couldn't help laughing: "Scheming man!"

"Thanks for the prize, but I'm just eating for nothing!"

In the past, Guan Lue was just a child when he was thirteen or fourteen years old. He had suffered a lot and was beaten a lot. When he first entered Jiurongtai, he just wanted to save his life.

Tang Jingcheng couldn't understand his state of mind at the time, because her childhood was as close as Guan Lue's.

She drank the second cup of tea, rolled the small glass teacup with her fingers, and asked, "Where are your parents?"

This is something she has always been curious about, and it is also the first time she has asked him about his personal affairs.

Guan Lue's eyes seemed to sink.

Tang Jingcheng thought he didn't want to answer, so he immediately changed his words: "It's fine if you don't want to say it, I'm just asking casually."

"There's nothing to say." Guan Lue took out the empty teacup in her hand, and poured some more into it for her.

The hot air is dense, and the distant mountains are cloudy and foggy.

He slowly raised his eyes: "It's dead, I don't have them in my childhood impression, I was brought up by my grandma, and my grandma also left when I was about 8 years old."

Tang Jingcheng scalded his heart with a sip of tea.

Orphan, she felt that such a tragic childhood experience could only appear in books, how could it actually happen around her.

"Sorry!" Tang Jingcheng suddenly felt sad.

Guan Lue laughed, "It doesn't matter, I've never seen them anyway."

Because I have never owned it before, I don’t feel pain when I lose it.

Guan Lue doesn't think it's so tragic that he doesn't have parents. It's just that when he was a child, he would be very irritable when he was full and hungry. Sow evil seeds.

Tang Jingcheng held his wrist distressedly, rubbed the protruding veins on his wrist with his fingers warmed by the teacup.

"It doesn't matter, you are living a good life now, you are a good person, and you will be rewarded."

"Good guy?" Guan Lue suddenly changed his expression and laughed. He wrapped Tang Jingcheng's hand into his own with his backhand, his eyes darkened, "Who told you that I am a good guy?"

"I can feel it."

"Then do you know that I have already killed someone when I was 11 years old?"

"..."

Tang Jingcheng was taken aback, but quickly pouted and said, "It doesn't matter, the most essential difference between a good person and a bad person is not whether they do bad things or not. If I say you are a good person, you are a good person!"

Guan Lue was also speechless, he could only stretch out his other hand to pinch Tang Jingcheng's chin, and from the distance of a small round table, he smiled wickedly: "Silly girl, you often feel inaccurate."

"for example…"

"For example, the man you hate may love you very much. For example, if you say that I am a good person, it may not be true."

This is really a man who can't talk.

Tang Jingcheng withdrew his hand angrily: "I can't continue chatting with you." She got up and was about to go back to the room, Guan Lue pushed her onto his lap, hugged her tightly, wrapped her arms around her waist, He buried his head in the back of her neck and breathed hard.

She still had the fishy smell from last night, and he didn't like to use a condom when he was with her, and she didn't like to take a shower after she was done.

This habit is very bad, but Guan slightly likes it, because he can always smell his own scent on her, as if she belongs to him.

"Tang Jingcheng..."

"Ok?"

"How is your relationship with your father?"

Tang Jingcheng froze in his arms: "Why did you suddenly mention my father?"

"You just asked about my parents, to be fair, answer me!"

"Great."

"..."

"My mother died when I was very young. My father brought me up. He hasn't looked for a woman for so many years. It's all because of me."

Tang Jingcheng turned around in Guan Lue's arms, and suddenly giggled at him.

"Do you know? When I was a child, my dad always said that my stinky problems were all caused by him, and that my temper alone was unbearable. He couldn't find a stepmother who could tolerate my problems, and he decided that he would never find one in the future." Which man can tolerate my bad habits...haha...but then..."

Tang Jingcheng choked suddenly.

Guan slightly looked at her: "What happened then?"

Her eyes moved, and she sighed: "I still met Qiu Qiguan..."

Not only can this man tolerate all her stinking problems, but he also spoils her even more lawlessly in just a few years.

"Guan Lue, before July last year, I always felt that I was the happiest person in the world, because I met two men who treated me very well in my life. One was my father. He raised me and gave me A beautiful childhood and a superior growth environment, and another one is Qiu Qiguan, who taught me how to carve jade, married me, and promised to spend all the days with me hand in hand..."

But then he broke his promise.

Tang Jingcheng's heart began to ache again, and his eyes were moist.

She didn't cry when Qiu Qiguan died, and she didn't cry when he buried his ashes, but every time she mentioned him in front of Guan Lue, she couldn't control it.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have brought this up in front of you." She struggled to get off his lap.

Guan slightly circled her.

"The tea is over." Tang Jingcheng joked, turned away and wiped away the tears that were about to fall with his hands.

"return!"

"what?"

He turned her body around, and she couldn't escape.

"Your eyes are as red as a rabbit." Guan Lue hugged her, his voice was low, and he reached out to wipe her eyes.

Tang Jingcheng felt as if her heart had been thrown onto the iron, she mentioned Qiu Qiguan over and over again in this man's arms, crying every time, and every time he wiped her tears.

"Guan Lue..."

"what?"

"I can't give you anything!"

"I know, I can't give you anything."

What do they have with each other?
She said that there were two most important men in her life, one was Tang Ji and the other was Qiu Qiguan. Qiu Qiguan died in front of Guan Lue, and Tang Ji would have to deal with him sooner or later.

So there is an unaccountable animosity between them.

Guan Lue brought Tang Jingcheng's face close, and kissed her wet lips, passing over her forehead, between her eyebrows, and finally reaching her lips...

Tang Jingcheng groaned, he picked her up and walked back to the room.

The curtain fell, and the distant mountains, tea gardens, fog...everything was separated from the outside.

There is love in the house.

No, in addition to the hatred between them, there is also this physical entanglement, an addiction that cannot be quit.

In the end, Su Hongzhi still did not agree to Fan Qingyan's conditions.

"White-eyed wolf, bastard, the lion is more greedy than Chi Feng!" The old man babbled and cursed all morning in the study while leaning on a cane.

When Su Jue entered, he was sitting on a chair. The room smelled of cigars. The old man held his forehead with his hands, his face was bored...

(End of this chapter)