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In the bathroom, Sha Jin changed into his going-out clothes and came out when he saw a strange smile on Toppa's face.
He raised his eyebrows slightly, "Ah? Director Topa seems to be thinking of something extraordinary!"
"Nonsense, I'm obviously thinking about eating." Topa waved his hand and stuffed all the scattered amber on the table into the box. Then he looked at the gold dust. "I heard from Miss Sanyue that Cheng Che can cook. Last time he made her candied haws coated with chocolate syrup. After we finish here, we..."
"Together." Shajin laughed, nodded and said, "After I finish my work here, I will use a star destroyer to have a good meal and wine for everyone to have fun together."
Topa threw the box full of amber into Sha Jin's hand, then stood up holding Zhang Zhang.
She looked at the gold dust carefully for a moment, then nodded after a while, "Okay, I'll wait!"
Outside the door, Cheng Che looked at the pitch-black corridor. When he turned back, he could no longer see the familiar, novel-shaped door panels of the hotel room.
He was silent for a moment, then lowered his head and took out a box.
He took out a pen and wrote a note, stuck it on the box, and then tied it to Agu, "Boss, please, help me deliver a package."
Agu tilted his head and looked at the dark space around him, then lowered his head to look at the small box.
There were holes on the box, and inside was a plucked-out bird, with a note on it:
Agu lowered his head and moved closer to identify it carefully.
[Dear, here is your package, a 'bird tied into a dumpling'. Please sign for it in time and pay the logistics fee of 233333333 credit points. ]
Agu: ...
Is this tied into a rice dumpling?
This is clearly tied into an unspeakable comic!
Chapter 25 Extra
"I'm so tired from playing..."
Cheng Che crawled out of the bathroom, rubbing his dripping hair. He was about to throw himself onto the bed in a daze, but his eyes saw Sha Jin sitting in front of his window.
The floor-to-ceiling windows were hung with heavy curtains, and next to them was a soft carpet with a low sofa and a low table on it. It was the place where he would relax in the sun when he was free, but now it was occupied by a little peacock from the Star Dome Railway.
Cheng Che was stunned for a moment, took out two bottles of Coke from the small drawer next to him, walked over and sat next to Sha Jin, "What are you thinking about?"
"I'm thinking about going to the amusement park today." The little boy held his chin with both hands and calmly looked at the swaying shadows of the trees outside the window. "I remember hearing you say something like that when you were joking, it seemed like the relationship between you and your father wasn't going well? Did you even stay in the hospital for a while afterwards?"
It doesn’t look like...
Cheng Che was still sitting on Cheng's father's neck, directing people to buy this and that. It seemed that the elder doted on this young son very much.
Hearing this, Cheng Che was stunned and glanced at Shajin, "I didn't expect you to ask this question."
"Curious." Sha Jin lay on the small table beside him, his palm resting on the cool Coke can. "But you know, people in a company like ours who travel around all year round are all good at observing other people's expressions and don't bother to ask about other people's privacy..."
The heater was on in the house, and even though it was winter, there was a sense of heat.
I went to the south to play for a few days, and then hurried back to celebrate the New Year. I heard that I would go shopping with my old lady tomorrow.
Sha Jin rubbed his legs and looked at Cheng Che with curiosity.
Cheng Che recalled and shook his head, "It's not that we have a bad relationship. I just didn't like my dad during my adolescence, and my dad didn't like me either. We would often quarrel over a few words. What's more, I have inherited my brother's essence, and I don't like what he says."
Shajin nodded thoughtfully, then asked suspiciously, "Then you..."
"I was so crazy at that time. I wasn't very old, maybe 16 or 17." Cheng Che sat on a low sofa, hugging a pillow and reminiscing. "I was just a little more sensible. My peers were busy with premature love and deceiving their families. My family was busy at that time and no one was home. I was so crazy that I banged my head against the wall. The nanny couldn't stop me, so she called my dad and the bodyguards to tie me up."
Cheng Che looked at the gold dust and pointed at the wall next to him. "It's right here. There was a hole on my head. I was forced to treat the external injury. After the external injury healed, I was sent to the hospital. I went through all kinds of treatments. Then I woke up a little bit. At least I didn't operate on myself, so I left."
"It seems that you don't hold any resentment." Sha Jin glanced at Cheng Che, took out a bag of potato chips from the drawer under the table, and was slapped on the back of his hand just as he was about to tear it open.
"It's not right to drink Coke at this time, and eating potato chips is not right either," Cheng Che retracted his hand, supported his chin and spoke softly, "There's nothing to resent. Although the memory is not very pleasant, at least that experience allowed me to survive. Otherwise, with my madness, I would kill myself sooner or later."
Shajin patted Cheng Che's hand, propped up his chin and sighed, "Yeah, you just don't like being bound by strict rules."
"That's right." Cheng Che nodded, then sighed heavily, "My brother has a gentle personality, but he is also very strong. He has been raising me since I was a child, and has been instilling rules in me. Later, when I went to college, he found some strong rules to constrain me, so that I could live a good life."
Shajin raised his eyes to look at Cheng Che, then looked away, "So what are we going to do tomorrow? Are there any special rituals for celebrating festivals in your family?"
"Shopping." Cheng Che thought for a while and muttered, "There is no aunt at home for a while, so I have to eat and drink by myself, so tomorrow I will go shopping and buy two new sets of clothes to wear for the New Year. I have to change from inside to outside, and then I will eat and drink and wait for the red envelopes."
At this point, Cheng Che's eyes suddenly lit up.
He reached out to touch his phone and tapped on it. "We have to take a day off to go to Brother Su's house to make wine. If we make wine now, we can drink it in March when spring comes. We can even share a cup."
Shajin pointed at himself and said, "You want me to drink as much as I want? I can make your brother crawl back home after drinking so much."
He is gold dust!
Upon hearing this, Cheng Che's face instantly revealed an expression of wanting to say something but stopping himself.
Perhaps because of her young age, the muscles on her face are not that stiff yet.
Cheng Che looked at the gold sand and recalled his brothers' drinking capacity.
Brother Tang is a man who loves to play and gets drunk after just a little bit of drinking, but he never delays his work. Maybe this is the special thing about a domineering CEO.
Brother Su has an extraordinary alcohol tolerance. The more he drinks, the more sober he becomes. He is the type who can get an entire family drunk by himself.
Dear brother, forget it, you are drunk and vomiting all over yourself.
I... I don't mind myself, I drank that cup myself.
Cheng Che was at a loss for words. "We are just making wine, don't you understand? Why do you have to drink it? Although my family is not the richest, at least we don't need a little brat like you to drink at the table."
Shajin was stunned, "You are right."
"Is there anything else you want to play?"
Cheng Che leaned over to Shajin, pressed his phone to send messages to his brothers and sisters, and asked calmly, "The furnishings in the room were changed when we first arrived. Do we need to change them? And the clothes, we have to wear bright red for the New Year. Although I don't like it, I will get pocket money if I wear it. When we are done playing, we will go out with the brothers instead of hanging out with the adults."
Shajin looked down at Cheng Che's phone, watching him skillfully send messages to each contact and point fingers, wondering, "What does the bright red mean?"
"Well... you should have seen the red paper I brought to calligraphy class a few days ago. It's the kind that the teacher uses to write couplets. Yes, that color, and it even has some colorful or gold on it." Cheng Che had a calm face, and his eyes seemed as peaceful as death. "It's okay, just wear it for one night, it's okay, it's okay, I can accept it..."
Gold Dust: ...
He can't accept it!
Sha Jin looked blank.
After a while, Sha Jin's eyelids trembled, "How about... running away from home?"
Cheng Che turned to look at Sha Jin, "Why would I run away from home? I can get a lot of New Year's money by wearing red for a night, why can't you do the math?"
Sha Jin finished a can of Coke, propped himself up on the sofa, walked to the window and looked carefully, "Tell me where it's convenient to climb the wall, I'll go out and hide for two days."
Cheng Che looked at him with pity, "Just accept your fate, my friend. Where can you hide? My brother is waiting for the New Year to molest his younger brother. I will catch you no matter where you hide."
Shajin squatted down and looked at the snow outside eagerly, "I want to run away from home even more."
Chapter 672: Should I die or not?
Darkness filled the air, and the young man's lonely figure seemed a little dazed.
He stood in the darkness, looking around, scanning everything around him with a calm but confused look.
After a while, Cheng Che squatted on the spot and rested his chin on his knees. He stared blankly at the empty spot in the space in front of him. His fingers rested on his trousers, unconsciously stroking the texture of the fabric.
"Cuckoo?"
The courier Agu had just completed the task entrusted by the little envoy and flew back quickly to find Cheng Che, and was stunned for a moment.
He squatted in front of Cheng Che, looking up and observing, "Gugu? What's wrong? Why aren't you happy?"
It's over, the joy is so great that I can't even laugh anymore.
But it seems that even if the envoy can't laugh, it's quite fun!
"A little... sad?"
Cheng Che's expression, which had always been expressionless, changed at this moment. His eyebrows twisted together unnaturally, and he covered his heart with a white hand with distinct joints. He seemed very confused and puzzled. "My heart hurts, it's sore, and it hurts so much. It's falling down heavily."
Agu tilted his head, "Heart attack?"
"Fuck you, you're the only one who can say that." Cheng Che glared at Agu instantly, clenched his fist and slowly beat his chest, "It's a feeling, not a physiological reaction. I just feel a little sad, and even want to cry."
Agu:!!!
And this good thing? !
"Really?" Agu's eyes lit up, and he moved his head towards Cheng Che excitedly, "Let me take a look!"
"Fuck you!" Cheng Che pushed Agu's head away, covered his chest and frowned, looking very confused. "As far as I can remember, I wasn't this sad when my brother died. This shouldn't be the case. Who's gone?"
So what if it’s gone?
Is he actually communicating telepathically with someone out of the blue? !
Hearing this, Agu nodded silently, put his head on Cheng Che's knees, and his eyes rolled around.
After a while, Cheng Che finally stood up.
He lowered his head to tidy up his messy hair, shook his vest, and then walked into the darkness, with even a hint of gloom in his voice.
"Let me see whose memory this is."
"Why does it still hurt so much?"
"Could it be that he is a brain-filler?"
Agu sighed heavily, raised his feet with his wings tucked in, and tried to catch up with Cheng Che with his pair of bird claws.
Alas, the child has grown up and is not easy to coax. I thought I could have fun with him...
Forget it, Cheng Che has never been easy to coax!
……
Not knowing how long he had walked in the darkness, Cheng Che's eyes suddenly lit up, and when he came to his senses, the familiar hotel corridor appeared in front of him.
It is a little darker than the real hotel, but not as dreamy as the dream hotel, with a little bit of weirdness.
Cheng Che tilted his head and looked at the four figures not far away. After thinking for a moment, he walked over.
A projection with blue light, or a still photo, standing in the corridor with the same posture. If you get closer, you can even hear the sound of conversation.
"Mecha!"