Hua Mao had been in this circle for a long time and had sharp eyes. Whether or not it was the case, he could tell at a glance. As for this young policeman, he was very upright and didn’t have many words or expressions. Hua Mao didn’t smell the scent of the same kind. However, if he really were such a person, Hua Mao also wouldn’t mind tasting the freshness.
Workers, farmers, businessmen, students, and soldiers, Hua Mao had done them all, other than the soldiers. He had really never done it with the police. Hua Mao hated the police and hated that uniform. Gangsters and the police were natural enemies. He hadn’t forgotten how the police had treated Fang Yu. Back then, the night that Fang Yu was sent to the police station because of Zhou Er, what Fang Yu looked like after he came out, Hua Mao even had the heart to kill someone at that time.
As for the years in prison, that didn’t need to be mentioned.
But if it was this young policeman—Hua Mao was just after his profile. It wasn’t similar at all, not even a little bit. But there was just a certain angle that couldn’t be said… there was a slight trace… Hua Mao thought.
Because of that little trace, he would sometimes watch Gu Fei for a while.
Jokes were jokes, and fun was fun, but none of the brothers took it seriously. Soon, they started singing, drinking, and causing an uproar.
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In the ruckus, Fang Yu asked Hua Mao a question.
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Lej Zjb rjlv, “Rb, Gj Xf. Pa’r olcf.”
Mjcu Te rjlv, “Po rbwfatlcu’r kgbcu, afii wf.”
Mjcu Te bcis rjlv olnf kbgvr. Lf vlvc’a rjs jcsatlcu firf.
Ktfrf olnf kbgvr fcafgfv Lej Zjb’r tfjga.
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He knew which fingers he would habitually use to hold the cup when drinking, which pocket he would tend to put it in when he smoked, whose songs he would begin singing from when he picked songs, and even how many times his Adam’s apple would bob when he drank.
Hua Mao thought that he would not like anyone else in his lifetime.
This person in his heart had been plunged into his heart for these years. His feelings were deep and heavy and had already grown deep inside his bones.
He could see that he was leaning against the sofa, his hand that was always around the back of Yang Lei’s waist. He saw them smiling at each other in the gaps when no one was paying attention. When his other hand was placed on his leg, Yang Lei quietly placed his hand on it.
After getting drunk, Yang Lei leaned back into the curve of his arm, roaring a song. He hugged Yang Lei, smiling. In the place where the light could not reach, his fingers gently stroked the short hair by Yang Lei’s ear.
That smile was just like the first time Hua Mao saw him smile.
He could never get this person. But Hua Mao felt that it was enough.
Seeing that he was doing well, that he was happy, was good.
During the years that he and he were in prison, he just wanted to see him smile like this once. Just once was enough.
So Hua Mao was satisfied.
How many people could you meet in your lifetime who would grow deep into your bones?
To be able to meet one, was enough.
sigh God, I adore this story.
Gosh that hit hard but thanks for the chapter!!