The old mahogany table looks quite old. Of course, antiques of this era are not valuable, and even money in most countries has long been worthless.
Zhe Qiuhong sat alone in front of the table.
It's not meal time at this time.
The people from the voyage had just returned here from Xinbielong with the body of Orimori Asahi. After arriving, Zhe Qiuhong got out of the car and the first thing he said was: I really want to eat now.
Orimori died, he died completely on the road. Time has been counted to the end. Without the life source energy block, even Zhe Qiuhong can't hang his life.
When the body was re-wrapped and carried off the car, Zhe Qiuhong turned to the kitchen, washed rice, put it in the pot, and cooked a pot of rice.
Then she doesn't cook either.
...The small white bowl contains rice that is firm and crystal clear.
Zhe Qiuhong lowered his head, swung his chopsticks down in a ceremonial manner, stuffed his mouth until it was full, and then began to chew hard.
The subordinate temporarily brought two small plates and carefully placed them on the table.
One of the plates contained pickles that Shenghai people loved every day, and the other contained expensive caviar from Xiong Zhanli.
Zhe Qiuhong didn't pick it up, chewed quickly for a while, swallowed the dry rice, then lowered his head and took another big mouthful, and continued to chew hard and silently.
From the first bowl to the second bowl, she ate her meal quietly and vigorously. Not only did she not speak, but her eyes were a little heavy. She even had no expression, neither anger nor sadness.
Soon, the third bowl...
From a very young age, Zhe Qiuhong was a child who was not allowed to complain. She was not allowed to express her grievances, anger, pain, or entanglements.
This is part of the training and education for the successor of the voyage. The little girl cannot vent her emotions to others, nor can she receive any comfort from others.
What if she becomes depressed or crazy? That's crazy.
This only proves that she is not suitable and the successor training plan has failed.
Fortunately, during that process, Zhe Qiuhong found a way to vent his emotions alone - eating, vigorously, and eating a lot.
If she hadn't learned and grown up later, and gradually looked down on many things, and developed a rational and calm personality, and her emotions were stable most of the time, she would have exceeded her current weight long ago.
Silently, the fourth bowl...
Some of the subordinates who didn't watch her grow up have begun to feel a little sluggish.
Looking back, it seems that when my mother passed away, she didn't eat too much, and she wasn't particularly sad in general, just like her mother took her own death very lightly.
"As for Shou Chao, apart from the family ties, maybe it's because I still clearly remember what he was like as a child and teenager, and I can't accept that he ended up like this and reached this point today."
"And my emotions today may be caused not only by Shou Chao's death, but also by the loss of other things."
This is a person who can objectively and rationally analyze his emotions even when he is in an emotional state.
However, she has now eaten her sixth bowl of rice in a row, and her seventh bowl will soon be... probably less than half a bowl.
The small rice pot was empty, even the bottom and walls were scratched.
Zhe Qiuhong shaved himself, very seriously and carefully.
"Fat man, fat doctor, fat doctor, fat fat fat..." With the last half bowl of rice in his hands, someone's voice suddenly sounded in Zhe Qiuhong's mind.
At the same time, a senior executive of Yuanhang saw that she had finally finished eating, and finally couldn't help but said: "Young Master's revenge..."
He wanted to say that the young master's revenge must be avenged, but after half of the words, he probably felt that it was too difficult and he was stuck, not knowing how to continue.
"Actually, it's just a matter of everyone's ability." Zhe Qiuhong's answer was a little vague because he still had the last bite of food to swallow.
She swallowed her rice, raised her head and continued:
"People with different stances do things for their own cognitions, goals and principles. Whether they are conspiracy and evil, or whether they have superior force, it is actually just a matter of success or failure."
"So, there is no need to talk about hatred."
"Let's continue to do our best. Don't forget that we have more important things to do."
After saying that, her whole person seemed to have changed into a different state, giving the impression that she was back to herself. Zhe Qiuhong put down her chopsticks and stood up to leave. The small white bowl on the table was clean.
"……belch!"
…………
After Orimori Chao's body was cremated, Zhe Qiuhong and the Yuanhang people quickly left Shenghai, but the stream remained for a few days after it was sharp.
In the past few days, Han Qingyu went out one morning to take Xiao Xinghe back to school.
The reporter got the news from nowhere. Hundreds of people arrived in advance and blocked the entire school entrance early in the morning.
On the street that day, Orimori asked those questions after all, and Han Qingyu finally admitted that a rusty girl's vortex slash was not enough to prove too much...
Just as Wen Jifei and the young prince expected, after the cheers and celebrations on the spot, when the world returned to calm, questions, worries and panic would return.
Fortunately, Han Qingyu didn't feel much about this anymore. He calmly held Xiao Xinghe's hand through the crowd and sent him to the classroom on the second floor, greeting the teachers and classmates along the way.
When I came back, I passed the school gate alone again.
"Major Qing, have you really lost your memory?" After being afraid for a long time and enduring for a long time, when the person was about to leave, a reporter at the scene finally couldn't help shouting.
Han Qingyu stopped on his feet, paused and turned around... He didn't look angry or excited, and nodded, "Yes."
One word, "Wow!"
The noise was not very loud, perhaps because Han Qingyu's calmness also affected them, but various complex emotions were gradually heating up.
Major Qing lost his memory. After the knife on the top of the sky, he was seriously injured and lost his memory. He forgot the battle and the glory... He himself admitted it.
"Then, Major Qing, has your strength really declined?"
"Are you feeling well? Are your injuries healed?"
"In this case, will you still go on the expedition to the Lost Continent in two months?"
"You will come back again, right?! You will!"
"..."
At one time, hundreds of reporters spoke, shouting and asking questions with various emotions and perspectives, making the entire scene noisy and chaotic.
amidst the noise,
"I will go." Han Qingyu picked one of the questions to answer. After answering, he turned around and left the scene again, regardless of whether the reporters heard him clearly.
After that day, Major Qing, including others from Xixi Fengrui, never showed their faces again. By the time someone inquired about the news, they had already left Shenghai.
Asked where he went.
He said he was going back to his hometown.
You are not allowed to go to Major Qing's hometown, and you are not even allowed to inquire or discuss too much. The reporters all know this.
