The Epic Revenge

Huo Yue really went home with He Wei.

When passing the vegetable stall, He Wei stopped to buy food, and Huo Yue helped her carry it.

He Wei recovered himself, thinking that this is how old husbands and wives are, right?

She quickly dismissed these thoughts again.

Back at her place, it was completely dark. When the lights are turned on in the room, it is very warm and has a strange warmth.

He Wei brought a magazine to Huo Yue, and poured tea for him: "Master Huo, sit down first, I'll cook."

"Want to help?" Huo Yue asked.

He smiled and said, "Would you?"

Huo Yue couldn't answer.

He Wei's small kitchen is next to her. She is skillful and quick in her actions. She quickly cuts all the vegetables and meat, and then starts to cook.

After a while, Huo Yue could smell the fragrance of vegetables.

When the meal was almost ready, someone knocked on the door, and Huo Yue's thick eyebrows were slightly twisted.

He didn't call He Wei, but stood up and opened the door by himself.

As a result, the person at the door surprised him a bit. It was not the boyfriend he imagined to pester He Wei, but an old man.

The old man also looked at Huo Yue.

The eyes of the two of them are extraordinarily shrewd, and they seem to be able to spark sparks in the air.

The old man spoke first: "I smell the smell of boiled meat, can you give me a bowl?"

Huo Yue said: "It's not cooked yet, would you like to come in and sit?"

His English is not good and he stumbles when speaking, but he has no stage fright and dares to express himself, which shows that this person has always been very confident and is an outstanding person in a certain industry.

The old man nodded calmly, thinking that although he was a little older, he was much more reliable than the young man who left the little girl and ran away that night.

"I live next door. If you call me when you're done cooking, I won't come in," the old gentleman said.

Huo Yue said good.

When Huo Yue closed the door, He Wei came over: "Who's here?"

Huo Yue told He Wei of the old man's request.

He Wei said, "I bought half a catty extra on purpose, just thinking I'll give him a little later. He's pretty good, and he cares about me very much."

"What does he do?" Huo Yue asked.

He Wei said: "I used to work in a bank, the Leiden Bank. Later, his wife and his dog died. He couldn't stand the blow and went to Hong Kong to become a poet."

"It's very..." Huo Yue thought about his words, "What do you young people say?"

"Is it romantic?" He smiled.

Huo Yue said: "Yes, that's the word, romantic."

He Wei quickly prepared a bowl of soup with three meats and three vegetables. She only took half a bowl of meat and gave it to the old gentleman. She knew that the old gentleman did not like vegetarian food.

The old gentleman took it and whispered to her, "This gentleman is very handsome."

He Wei blushed: "He's not..."

"Don't be shy," said the old gentleman. "Whether it's Chinese or British, young ladies like you are very attractive, and men will not fail to love you."

He Wei laughed and laughed.

She remembered that when she was younger and more attractive, she pursued Huo Yue so hard and was rejected by him, and her heart shrank.

She dared not think about it.

When they came back for dinner, Huo Yue suddenly asked He Wei, "What kind of man do you think is romantic?"

He Wei almost choked to death with a mouthful of soup.

"Can you write poetry?" he added.

He Wei thought for a while: "I don't know, it should be."

Huo Yue frowned inadvertently, probably because he felt that he couldn't do it, and was a little distressed.

He Wei's heart was suddenly turbulent, and she hurriedly put her mind away.

As long as she is by Huo Yue's side, she will be distracted.

In fact, she can think: Which woman does he want to write poetry for? However, she was thinking, would he want to write poetry for me?

There are still many delusions in his heart, like a beast in the dark, He Wei doesn't know when it will come out to bite her, and his heart is haggard.

After Huo Yue said this, he was silent for a long time.

The two ate in silence, and He Wei brought him tea.

Huo Yue glanced at his watch, and just after eight o'clock, he asked He Wei, "Does your leg still hurt?"

"It's been a long time." He Wei said, "It only hurts when it's cloudy and rainy, and it's fine at other times. This is a hidden disease left by the burn in the past, and it can't be cured."

Huo Yue also remembered that burn.

That night, many people couldn't sleep, anxiously awaiting death's judgment on He Wei.

In the end, death spared the young girl.

"Can I go for a walk after dinner?" Huo Yue asked.

He Wei said yes.

She wanted to get the coat, but Huo Yue got up first, took the coat off the coat rack for her, and planned to put it on her himself.

He Wei stretched out his hand, didn't look at him, smiled and said, "I'll do it myself."

Huo Yue just handed over the clothes when her hand touched the back of his.

He is warm, even the back of his hand is warmer than He Wei's. He Wei retracted his hand as if he had been scalded.

Huo Yue draped his coat over her shoulders, and paused for a second with his hands on her shoulders, as if he had put it down, and seemed to have just touched it accidentally.

He Wei envied him very much.

He must not suffer like her, and he will not overreact to any of her expressions and words. He gets along with her naturally, and even thinks it is his courtesy to care about her.

She and Huo Yue walked along the street, and Huo Yue told her a little about him because He Wei refused to speak.

"...I'm going to open a casino in a few days," he said.

He Wei said: "Do you want to do business in Hong Kong often in the future?"

"Yes, I'm going to retire too and let the new leader take over. I'm not an old man. If I stay in Yuecheng, the whole Qing Gang will be unstable, and the new leader may not be able to convince the public.

I also want to have a clean day. Over the years, I have often dealt with people in the official and military circles, and the Hong Kong inspectors also have friendships, and the development here is the same. "Huo Yue said.

He Wei was silent.

Her heart clenched fiercely again, and she didn't know when this long, Ling Chi-like torture would disappear.

He will always be in Hong Kong, and her greed will not be hidden.

She thought: I can't take it anymore, I will confess to him again, maybe he will still avoid me like before.

That's fine, better than now.

Huo Yue observed her expression: "Why, are you afraid that I will often disturb you?"

"No, it's not." He Wei said.

She couldn't say the embarrassing words to his face, but she couldn't find a reason, so she was dumbfounded for a while.

"Am I too old?" Huo Yue suddenly asked, "I'm a dozen years older than you, and there's nothing to talk about with you."

He Wei was surprised.

She stopped, looked up at Huo Yue, and Huo Yue also looked at her, not just asking casually, but really waiting for her answer.

"How can I get old? It's because my knowledge is too shallow. I'm afraid some words are ridiculous, so I don't dare to tell you." He Wei said. Huo Yue smiled: "Before you came back, you said there were a lot of things you wanted to tell me, didn't you plan to say it?"