Chapter 7: Bai Yueguang

At the moment when he understood the meaning of Luo Jiujiang's words, Shao Lan preferred that he had never understood anything.
He struggled to arrange and combine Luo Jiujiang's words, trying to piece them into different shapes.
However, no matter how he fiddled with the words of this sentence, the reality was still like blood, dripping out before his eyes.
Just like that sentence that was split, for a while, Shao Lan only felt that even the Three Views were on the verge of breaking.
--How did that happen? Shao Lan gaped.
Why is it like this? ! Shao Lan was puzzled.
At that moment, the sky and the earth are rotating, the high-hanging palace lantern emits soft light, and the light flickers softly through the rotating shell of the beauty painting. It is a rain of light under flying, every raindrop is like Shao Lan The brains dangling out of the mind.
At a certain moment, Shao Lan faintly felt that he was dizzy, and he was so angry that he was cold.
He subconsciously touched the top of his head, thinking he was bald.
However, the next moment, he immediately reacted: he was not bald, he was green!
Shao Lan spoke. He didn't notice it, but he was trembling even when he spoke. He raised a hand to Luo Jiujiang and scolded him incredulously: "You, you are simply shameless!"
Luo Jiujiang looked at him in surprise.
"Very self-aware, is this your introduction?"
A bunch of buzzing thoughts rushed into Shao Lan's mind frantically. Every thought had a prolonged clue, but he could only get a little reason for every thought.
Under the strong stimulation, Shao Lan's logic finally collapsed completely.
"You are my boyfriend!" Shao Lan shouted.
"Keep it down." Luo Jiujiang reminded him not too lightly, "It's divided, it's divided early, do you remember your almond-sized brain?"
Shao Lan was stunned, and said with a heartbreak: "Am I not good enough for you?"
"That's it. Except for deceiving and imprisoning without food for three days, you have no chance to do more scumbags."
Shao Lan's lips trembled twice, and he casually grabbed a hand in the air, as if he wanted to grab a certain messy thought.
"Qianling is the person I like, he is my boyfriend..."
This sentence was interrupted coldly by a voice from behind.
"Sorry, I don't understand what you are talking about."
Suddenly, as if a stream of ice water that had just thawed poured into Shao Lan's body, he shivered suddenly, and he didn't even have the courage to look back.
Standing behind him was Han Qianling with a long body and a windbreaker of the same style as Luo Jiujiang.
Han Qianling frowned slightly, he adjusted his collar lightly and leaned back slightly, in a posture that disgusted Shao Lan.
The tone of his speech was fairly polite, but his voice was as cold as ice: "Mr. Shao, I think, I shouldn't get such a misunderstanding with my performance all the time?"
Obviously, there was an interrogative sentence in his mouth, but Han Qianling uttered the intonation of the declarative sentence.
Shao Lan's lips were so white that he had no blood for a while, and he turned around in despair, only to stand upright when he was pierced by Han Qianling's windbreaker of the same style as Luo Jiujiang's.
"Be polite, Mr. Shao." Han Qianling warned, "The person you just yelled at, he is my friend."
"..."
The scene was as silent as a tomb for a while, but the manager who had just been standing behind Han Qianling stepped forward two steps, breaking the silence.
"Sorry, Mr. Han, this gentleman was making noise here just now. He said that he was your friend when he made a reservation..." The manager whispered, explaining why he wanted to invite Han Qianling over.
"The person I banned is of course my friend." Han Qianling said coldly.
Shao Lan just raised his head in surprise, and was pierced by Han Qianling's words.
"But this one--I have met him, but can I be responsible for whose actions I have seen anyone on the street?"
Shao Lan: "..."
Across from Shao Lan, Han Qianling rushed to Luo Jiujiang and beckoned: "Go," after a pause, he changed his name, "Jiang Jiang."
Luo Jiujiang laughed out loud, he hummed, and quickly walked past Shao Lan, completely ignoring the unnatural twitch of the man's elbow, whether or not Shao Lan wanted to hold himself when he passed by at that moment.
The manager respectfully sent away Han Qianling and Luo Jiujiang, and when he turned around to face Shao Lan, he also slowed down.
The guests who enter and exit this private restaurant are both rich and expensive. They also know this, so they will not carry Shao Lan away.
The manager just gave Shao Lan a VIP card politely, saying that he was offended today, but there are other guests in the boxes on both sides of the promenade, so no noise is allowed.
Seeing that Shao Lan's face was not so good, he also gave a free pot of borneol scented tea, and then euphemistically asked Shao Lan whether he was still in this state and whether it was suitable for eating.
If Shao Lan insists on eating, there is nothing to do, but there are two more security waiters at the door of the box, so as to prevent this person from getting into the wind and suddenly shouting "I am the boyfriend of the earth" or something.
How can Shao Lan still want to eat! He is full of gas!
He is now burning through his heart, liver, spleen, stomach and kidneys, his stomach is slowly filled with fire, his brain is stirred into a bowl of paste, and the same windbreaker of Luo Jiujiang and Han Qianling flashes repeatedly, and Han Qianling is cold and disdainful. Faces, and the most heartbreaking words "Jiang Jiang".
Seeing that he didn't show the intention of eating here, the manager was relieved, still smiling kindly on his face and making money.
He called the doorman to transfer the car to Shao Lan, and personally sent the guest to the door, but he thought in his heart that he would finally send the plague away.
The two doormen bowed to the tail of Shao Lan's car, but when they got off work that night, they all remembered this strange customer.
This person enters the door vigorously, getting out of his mind, and when he leaves, he sees his Yintang glowing green, and his footsteps are dingy.
A doorman laughed and said, "When he left, he looked like a dog."

On the other side, the atmosphere here in Han Qianling and Luo Jiujiang is pleasant and friendly.
Han Qianling's expression suddenly eased after passing the corner that accommodated Shao Lan. He rushed to Luo Jiujiang and smiled a little apologetically, and explained: "I didn't mean to..."
Luo Jiujiang smiled and said, "I've never heard someone call me that. Once in a while, it's still very fresh."
Han Qianling bends his eyebrows slightly, his clear eyebrows are just as soft as the spring springs in the early spring season when they stretch out completely because of a smile.
The announcement of the system came late at this time: [The target person’s regret point reached 40, please keep up the effort. ]
Luo Jiujiang almost forgot that there is still such a thing, and after hearing that, he asked two more questions: [The regret value can still be quantified? ]
[can. ] The system gives the standard answer: [Regret value has a baseline. Whether it reaches the benchmark or exceeds the benchmark, it is recorded as a full score of 100. Use the baseline as the standard to divide the equivalent data. ]
Luo Jiujiang nodded, it was understood.
Soon, he remembered one more thing: [Is there any regret when I knocked on his forehead before then? ]
The system replied mechanically and fairly: [Yes. However, the regret value last time was 9 o'clock, and the system stipulates that no announcement will be made after 10 o'clock. ]
[Would you have nine regret points after a beating? He is too fragile. ] Luo Jiujiang was a little surprised.
[Pre-regret value is easier to rise. ] The system explained it, and couldn't help saying: [In addition, what he regrets is not that he did something wrong, but why he didn't kill you earlier. ]
Luo Jiujiang was overjoyed when he heard it: [So this can also increase the regret value? Wouldn't it be better! ]
System: [...] It has an ominous premonition...
Soon, Han Qianling accompanied Luo Jiujiang back to the box.
Looking at Luo Jiujiang who was dining on the opposite side, Han Qianling's eyes flashed slightly.
He never asked Luo Jiujiang what kind of grievances he and Shao Lan had. But there is a hidden secret, he can actually guess a bit.
After all, the opponent looks so much like himself, and Han Qianling is not blind.
Han Qianling didn’t know much about Shao Lan before, but he met several times at parties during his study abroad, and he said two words not salty or lightly. Later, there was some cooperation in work. There is no ill feeling either.
However, after today, the situation is completely different.
He didn't expect that in such a private club, Shao Lan could still be so arrogant... and thinking about Luo Jiujiang's previous sentence of "deceiving and imprisoning for three days without food", Han Qianling couldn't stop his eyes from sinking.
He still didn't know why Luo Jiujiang appeared in Shao Lan's villa when he was invited.
But through Shao Lan's shock at the time, the first reaction was to ask the bodyguards to take people back and lock them up. The facts were already clear.
After contacting Luo Jiujiang in a short sentence, the truth revealed in it made Han Qianling's back chill.
It's not that he has never seen something darker, but for some reason, he can't tolerate the same thing happening to Luo Jiujiang subconsciously.
Luo Jiujiang always gave him a familiar feeling... as if Han Qianling saw him so kindly, not only because Luo Jiujiang's music could cure his illness, but because they were familiar with him.
It's like now--
Luo Jiujiang gently moved the turntable, and a steamed yellow croaker steadily stopped in front of Han Qianling. Han Qianling subconsciously raised his head to look at him, and saw Luo Jiujiang raised his glass slightly, blinking at himself.
"This is delicious." Luo Jiujiang said with a smile.
Han Qianling nodded, then took a chopstick and tasted it. As expected, it was the deliciousness that he always liked.
He didn't notice, the corners of his lips had been slightly raised at some point.
After the dinner, Han Qianling tapped on the table gently and attracted Luo Jiujiang's gaze.
In fact, he didn't need to do such actions at all, because Luo Jiujiang's spiritual consciousness had been locked on him almost all the time since the meeting.
"Jiujiang," Han Qianling called out Luo Jiujiang's name in a gentle and natural tone, "I want to hear, do you have any ideas for the future?"
Luo Jiujiang smiled: "Yes."
Shao Lan in the distance could not foresee the signs of imminent doom. At this time, he was still scratching his heart with the strong sense of gap.