third relationship

August 2017, 11, Kowloon.

Zhou Zhuoran put a box in front of Nie Lijun, and said flatly, "It's all here."

Inside the box was a post-it note and a small bag of white powder.Nie Lijun took a look: "Is it energy production?"

"can."

Nie Lijun smiled slightly, and pushed the box aside: "I hope my factory can test it for me." He didn't talk about the box again, but instead asked, "How is he now?"

"I'm in a good mood. I just flew to the United States to attend the class reunion yesterday." Zhou Zhuoran knew who he was asking, "There is nothing to worry about."

"That's good." Nie Lijun said, his tone couldn't help being softer.He looked at the silent Zhou Zhuoran in front of him, and suddenly asked, "It's hard to act in front of him these days, isn't it?"

Zhou Zhuoran was startled, seeing Nie Lijun's scrutinizing eyes, he finally said the truth: "Yes."

"Hehe." Nie Lijun seemed to be a little emotional, "It's really hard not to lie to the one you love all the time, especially when the price of exposure is absolutely unacceptable." He suddenly looked at Zhou Zhuoran firmly, "Have you ever regretted it, Zhuoran?" ?”

What does he regret?

Regret staying in the research institute to steal EG's formula, regret cooperating with Nie Lijun in fabricating lies to separate Cheng Wang and Shen Qi, regret pointing a gun at his mentor nine years ago, or regret that he handed over the key at the beginning of everything ?

If it wasn't for that initial lie, would he still be living in this kind of dreadful life, always worrying that the good life he had would be broken in an instant?

"It's meaningless to regret." He finally said, with hesitant firmness in his helpless eyes, "I can't change anything."

This is obviously not a sufficiently obedient answer, but Nie Lijun's slightly relaxed expression seems to prove that this is the answer he was looking forward to.He said quietly: "It's good to understand."

Zhou Zhuoran trembled, lowered his eyebrows and said, "Yes."

Zhou Zhuoran left.Nie Lijun was the only one left in the study.

The layout of Nie Lijun's study is very simple, except for the necessary tables, chairs and bookshelves, there is nothing else.Even on the desk, there is no extra decoration, except for a solid wood photo frame.

In the frame is a group photo of three people.In the middle is a handsome man, and on the left is himself who looks young and stubborn.Nie Lijun turned his gaze to the man on the far right. He was still at his best age, his peach blossom eyes were slightly narrowed, and the blurred pixels couldn't match his flying spirit.

The relationship between Shen Yi and them was actually not very close before his death, and the only photo they had together was to save the teacher's face.He stood among them, like the link between them, apart from the title of senior brother, there was nothing else.

Shen Yi has never made any promises to him, and he has never been close to each other. His passionate love has always been just a one-man show.

In the past, this was not something he cared about. After all, he could deceive himself and Shen Yi had never given love to others. The tradition of helping each other in desperate situations gave them a trust that was different from strangers, entrusted by life and death. .With this trust, he can tell himself that he is not an ordinary person to him after all.

But all his cognition, all the warmth greedily licked, were all based on lies and concealment.

Nie Lijun took a deep breath, caressed Shen Yi's delicate eyebrows with his fingers, and murmured obsessively:

"It's almost over, you lied to me, I lied to you."

"I didn't break my promise, brother. But you can't escape the fate of the underworld, and he can't escape either."

"The heirs of the emperor's division will not have love, and they are not worthy of love."

"I won't hurt your offspring, but I won't let go of the person you want to trick me into protecting him."

November 2017, 11, High Street, Yale University, New Haven, Connecticut, USA.

This is a brownstone building with a unique appearance and a style similar to a Greek temple. The three-storey building has a basement, and the outer wall of the brown stone is coiled with vines. The roof of the building can also park multiple helicopters.But this building is famous for Yale not because of its design and appearance, but because of its identity --- Yale Skull and Bones Headquarters.

Among the members of the Skull and Bones Society, this place is also called "the tomb".Every new member needs to lie in a coffin in the basement to tell about his past sexual experience, and then perform an oiling ceremony to symbolize "new life".The door with a heavy iron lock has always been closed, and there are only two reasons for opening it, to welcome new members, or to reunite old members.

At this time, there was a lot of people in the house, and the old brick building continued the old habit of burning the fireplace, and the heating produced a smell of cinders.A young man with blond hair and green eyes and an RP accent (2) pouted at another man in a dark gray sweater sitting by the fireplace, and said, "Add less coal, Patrick. The dust is a bit heavy, it may Damage to Vinson's windpipe."

Patrick shrugged, and put another piece of coal in like a demonstration: "You worry it's too early, Adam. Guess if little Vinson is sleeping on a long-haul flight now, or is he jet-lagged in a hotel?"

"That's right, he's always the slowest one." A man wearing the same sweater sitting next to Patrick echoed, "Whoever makes his hometown farthest from New Haven, he is not willing to come to the United States to accompany us Work. God knows how much I miss the days when he helped me in those years, the Republican bureaucracy is a bunch of idiots!"

"The presidential election will only start in December, so it's too early to say you're a loser, Donald." The man who spoke had the most common blond hair and blue eyes in the United States, and his accent was clearly recognizable as a New Yorker. Feet are not out of the question, Barack is already a lame duck (4), isn't he?"

"Oh." Donald snorted, looking a bit sleepy.Patrick whispered something in his ear, and Donald's ears turned red.The man with a New York accent looked at this scene, and his mood suddenly became a little subtle. He turned his head and pretended to complain to the man wearing a blue tie next to him: "Vinson did come too late this time, even compared to himself. Do you want to make a bet?" When is he coming, Richard?"

Richard was about to say a few words, but a young man's soft voice suddenly came from the door: "You can bet. But no matter how many minutes you want to play, you will lose, Nickey."

(1) Internet information

(2) In China, Mandarin is the most correct and standard official language, while in the UK, although there is no official regulation, in the history of the development of English, there is a pronunciation that has gradually formed its importance and has become recognized as the most standard British Pronunciation, this is ReceivedPronunciation, referred to as RP.The main occupations using RP are: lawyers, securities traders, politicians, diplomats, college and public school teachers, and broadcasters for national broadcasters.Obviously, these occupations also reflect the social status of "noble" and "elegant".

(3) The donkey refers to the Democratic Party of the United States, and the elephant refers to the Republican Party of the United States. The two-party system in the United States has always been called the "contest between the donkey and the elephant."

(4) In the 2010 mid-term elections, the Democratic Party lost its absolute majority, and Obama became a "lame duck president".