The sun drew an arc from the center of the sky and slowly set towards the west.

During this period, Lu Shanmin and Goshawk did not say a word.

Zuoqiu has never come.

"He won't come." A few hours later, the goshawk opened his mouth to break the silence in the restaurant.

"He will come." Lu Shanmin's voice was dull, but he was full of confidence and confidence.

The goshawk said dismissively: "Do you think you know him very well"? "You don't even know his true identity."

Lu Shanmin said lightly: "No matter how good an actor is, he cannot completely act like another person. More or less, he will always leave something real."

Gangying said with a slight sarcastic feeling: "Feeling? Like Lu Chenlong, you believe in some illusory things. In front of your standpoint, any emotion is unreliable."

Lu Shanmin said lightly: "Although some things cannot be seen, they do not mean they do not exist. Just like the air, they cannot be seen or touched, but no one can leave him."

The goshawk smiled, "I thought you have matured after experiencing so much suffering."

Lu Shanmin turned to look at the door, and finally saw the familiar figure in the afterglow of the sunset.

The face with a Chinese character, thick lips, and thick black-framed glasses, clamped against the bridge of the big nose.

The difference is that there are obvious white silk in the temples, the eye sockets are also sinking a lot, and the hairline is also moving up a lot.

The eagle glanced at Zuo Qiu who was walking inside, and then looked at Lu Shanmin, "Sometimes I have to admit that people like you and Lu Chenlong do have a ability that others cannot match."

Lu Shanmin said lightly: "Don't always mention him in front of me. In my opinion, you are all people from the past."

The eagle frowned slightly, stood up and walked out the door, and paused when passing Zuo Qiu, "You are really unpredictable."

After the eagle left, Zuoqiu immediately smiled and walked towards Lu Shanmin with a smile.

"Mother people, you miss me so much."

Lu Shanmin looked up at Zuo Qiu with a passionate face, with a cold expression. "I want you to die."

Zuo Qiu's smile froze for a moment, then he laughed and said, "Long time no see, you have become humorous."

As he said that, Zuo Qiu sat opposite Lu Shanmin without hesitation and rubbed his hands, "Oh, you're better to treat me well, and have prepared such a large table of food for me."

After a few hours, the dishes on the table had already become cold, and the oil in several meat dishes solidified into solid oil.

However, Zuo Qiu didn't realize it at all and stuffed it into his mouth with big mouthfuls, without getting tired of it.

Lu Shanmin did not disturb him, but just sat quietly and watched patiently.

Zuoqiu did not stop, and kept stuffing it into his mouth like a starving ghost reincarnated.

Half an hour passed, and the dishes on the table were swept clean.

"Himmer" Zuoqiu poured the last pot of vegetable soup into his mouth and burped a long time.

"Are you full"? It was not until Zuoqiu finished eating that Lu Shanmin spoke again.

Zuo Qiu wiped his mouth and sighed, "Shanren, I am sincere to you."

Lu Shanmin chuckled, "I still regard me as that of the past

A mountain villager who can be kneaded"?

Zuo Qiu raised his head and raised his hand, "I swear to the heavens that my feelings for you are more true than pearls."

Lu Shanmin looked at Zuo Qiu with a smile, "The next time is your performance time, please continue, but don't blame me for not reminding you. It's better to make up the lie, otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Zuoqiu scratched his head hard, and dandruff fell like snowflakes.

"Okay, you can know some things too."

Zuoqiu lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and slowly spit it out.

"Do you still remember the sentence on the title page of the book "Travels" I gave you?"

Lu Shanmin chuckled, his laughter was filled with a strong sense of sarcasm. "Of course I remember, 'Set up my mind for the heaven and earth, establish my destiny for the living people, carry forward my unique knowledge for the past sages, and bring peace to the ages'. When I saw this sentence, I respected you, but now it seems more like a joke."

Zuoqiu did not care about Lu Shanmin's ridicule, but instead said self-deprecatingly: "Set up your mind for heaven and earth, establish your destiny for the living people, inherit your unique knowledge for the past sages, and bring peace to all ages. Although I, Zuoqiu, am self-conceited and intelligent, I am not so arrogant as to become a saint."

Zuo Qiu took a deep breath of cigarette, "Yes, that sentence was written to you on purpose. It was a small trick. The purpose was to make you trust me. As you said just now, when you saw this sentence, you were respectful to me. Of course, there was another purpose."

Zuoqiu paused and said, "Your every move now is not only about yourself, but also about the people around you, but also about righteousness and even the interests of the country. I know you will come to this day sooner or later, so I want to plant a seed deep in your heart, a seed that establishes your heart for the heaven and earth and lives for the people. I don't expect you to become a saint, but I hope you can have a bigger picture at the critical moment when facing the contradiction between righteousness and your own interests."

Lu Shanmin couldn't help but sneer. He was not moved by Zuo Qiu's good intentions, but felt sad, a deep sorrow. The friend and brother he trusted drew a circle for him from the beginning of his understanding, and he was still confused in this circle.

Zuoqiu looked at Lu Shanmin. The smile on Lu Shanmin's face made his heart full of sorrow. He knew that it took a long time to establish a relationship, and it only took a moment to destroy a relationship.

"I'll tell you a story."

Lu Shanmin wrapped his hands around his chest and his eyes remained silently on Zuoqiu's face. This man, who was less than 40 years old, had already shown signs of aging.

Zuoqiu had a cigarette in his mouth. The smoke made his eyes unable to open. He squinted his eyes and said for a moment.

"More than 30 years ago, an earthquake occurred in Tang City, a shocking earthquake killed many people, many people."

"There was a little boy who was six years old that year. He was still acting cute in his mother's bed the night before. He woke up and disappeared."

Zuo Qiu lowered his head slightly, shaking his fingers holding the cigarette, and the ashes fell on the table.

"There is nothing, the father is gone, the mother is gone, the grandparents are gone, the two brothers are gone, and the sister who is only three years old is gone."

Zuo Qiu took a deep breath of cigarette again, "There is no home."

Lu Shanmin's expression did not change at all. Such a story could make him feel sympathy a few years ago, but now it is already numb. He will not be foolish when he hears people say it and believe that the story is true.

Zuoqiu reignites a cigarette,

"The little boy survived, but he is no longer the innocent little boy he used to be."

"Because he wants to survive and live well, it is no longer as easy as before."

"He must learn to observe his expression, tolerate himself, and to be better than others in order to get the attention of the orphanage teachers, and to have enough food and clothing."

"Unfortunate is the best ladder to grow. In less than a year, he was far more sensible and smarter than children of his age."

"The next year, a man came to the orphanage and heard from the dean that he was a big boss from Tianjing and came to Tang City to do business."

"During that period, it took about half a year. He would often come. Every time he came, he would bring a lot of things to the orphanage, including clothes, bedding, cakes and candies."

"He really doesn't look like a boss. In the boy's imagination, the big boss always looks fierce with a stern face, but the man is kind and friendly. He always laughs, and he smiles like the sun in the sky. His laughter is very cheerful, like the lively gongs and drums. He always makes the children laugh. Since his arrival, the dead and deep orphanage is always full of laughter."

"The little boy rarely laughs, but he laughs the most during that time."

"Happy times are always short. After he finished his project in Tang City, he was about to leave. On the day he left, the children in the orphanage cried in a crowd, and only the young man did not cry, because the man had told them before that the most unreliable thing in this world was crying."

"Although the man left, he did not forget the children in the orphanage. He would send money and supplies from Tianjing to the orphanage from time to time. Later, he was worried that the orphanage would be unfavorable to the growth of the children, so he helped the children find some children who had no children to adopt. The young man was sent to a rural couple in Shandong."

"The couple is very good. Although they have no money, they are honest and honest and treat him well. They treat him like their biological son. They rely on acre of land, a hoe and a rake to support him in college."

Speaking of this, Zuo Qiu fell deeply into memories and paused for a long time before continuing: "I don't know if the little boy's life is bad or the adoptive parents' life is bad. The boy fell ill as soon as he was admitted to college. He was exhausted. He lacked doctors and medicine in the countryside, and was reluctant to spend money, so he died not long after. The adoptive mother was weak and sickly, and passed away three months after her adoptive father left."

"The boy took care of his adoptive parents' funeral and sat alone in the empty room. The feeling of more than ten years ago came to his heart again, and he became an orphan again."

"But the boy did not sink into it because of this. From the earthquake when he was six years old, he learned to be strong. He could not let that man down or his adoptive parents."

"In college, he was the one who got up the earliest and the one who slept the latest. The books in the library became his greatest sustenance. He fell in love with those books. Only by indulging in those books can he temporarily forget all misfortunes."

Speaking of this, Zuoqiu paused again for a long time.

"The boy thought his life would continue like this, taking the postgraduate entrance examination, taking the Ph.D., and then becoming a scholar or a university professor."
Chapter completed!