Sundering Nature Chapter 163: Liu Meng’s hesitation
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Chapter 163 Liu Meng's Hesitation
Looking at the thoughtful Li Yiming, Chen Quan quietly ate his egg fried rice, and ordered an egg fried rice in a pure Western-style French restaurant. It is estimated that Chen Quan is an "archaeologist with extremely strong national sentiments." "It can be done. ?·
"Sir, your card, I went to your room before, but you are not here..." A waiter politely came to Li Yiming's side and said respectfully and softly.
"Oh, thank you. The money was transferred, right?" Li Yiming put down his knife and fork, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and raised his hand to take the bank card from the waiter's tray.
"Yes, sir, this is a ticket." The waiter pointed to a small piece of paper in the tray.
Li Yiming picked it up and glanced at it. It turned out to be all in English. Fortunately, a few Arabic numerals could be identified. Li Yiming didn't care and put the small ticket on the table.
"Sir, in order to protect your sex, I didn't tell the lady your room number, but I wrote down her room number..." The waiter politely spoke again.
"I have work." Li Yiming smiled slightly, put the bank card in his pocket, and picked up the knife and fork on the table.
"Sir..." Seeing Li Yiming retracted his gaze to continue the meal, the waiter couldn't help but hesitated. He stood there and didn't leave. In his opinion, it had spent three million. Is it really just a blind pursuit of Fang Shui'er?
"Oh! Excuse me." Li Yiming realized that the waiter didn't mean to leave, he suddenly realized that he took out a hundred yuan from his pocket and put it in the waiter's tray.
"No, no, no. I didn’t mean it. I’m interrupting your meal. Please use it slowly." The waiter quickly put the tip back on Li Yiming’s table. No matter what Li Yiming had in mind, he was all about the scene by the pool. In my eyes, although he has some criticisms about the identities of the young models, he still admires Li Yiming's prominence for this class of people, especially since he just heard about the "honorable deeds" of Tu Niu, which is said to be the same. What young people do. ?·
Looking at the waiter leaving weirdly, Li Yiming raised his eyebrows suspiciously, and picked up the knife and fork again. This steak is really good, but the foie gras is a bit like fermented bean curd with less salt...
"You and Fang Shui'er have a leg?" Chen Quan had a rare gossip, and it seemed that he finally couldn't help it.
"What's the matter?" Li Yiming shook the goblet in his hand, learning the way it was on TV, watching the red wine hanging on the wall.
"I heard about the swimming pool, and she has been watching you..." Chen Quan picked up the Erguotou on the table, took a mouthful of the little microphone, and muttered behind Li Yiming. The taste of this Erguotou is in the middle, it is six yuan and fifty-one bottle, but the price here is a bit scary.
"Oh?" Li Yiming turned his head when he heard the words, and found that prescription Shuier was sitting at a table alone not far behind him. When he saw himself turning his head, he picked up the red wine on the table and gestured far away.
Li Yiming also raised his glass and shook his head.
"I've seen it several times before." Turning his head, Li Yiming looked at Chen Quan's ambiguous gaze, and touched his eyebrows indifferently. It was just the aftermath of being blocked by his hand, but he inadvertently swept towards the monitor above the bar...
"Yiming, the boat is speeding up." Li Yiming picked up the knife and fork again, but Bai Ze said suddenly in his mind.
"Speed up?"
"Well, compared to the afternoon, the speed is at least doubled."
"It seems that the auction will be ahead of schedule..." Li Yiming simply put down his knife and fork, and drank the cup in front of him in one gulp. The tall crystal cup was gently rotated in his hand, and the transparent glass surface reflected a peerless face.
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Liu Meng opened the taxi door, stepped out of the car under the uneasy gaze of the driver, walked to the side of the stone bench and sat down. This is where she got in the car just now, the only square in that small county.
Night has come, and the aunts on the square are swaying ethnic style and dancing little apples. There is a circle of stalls outside the square, socks and insoles, washbasin tea cups, sweet potatoes and corn, cold drinks and barbecue, at a glance, everything is exquisite.
Liu Meng looked at the peculiar hustle and bustle of the small county ahead, but the confusion in his eyes became more intense.
The taxi driver just now drove very slowly, and uncharacteristically did not take the initiative to speak to him, but from time to time he spied himself with the leftover light, especially his legs tightly wrapped in leather pants. At first this made Liu Meng very disgusted, and even thought of teaching the other person. When the taxi driver shifted gears, his arm movements deliberately increased, trying to touch Liu Meng’s legs, but Liu Meng was cleverly clever. After avoiding it, Liu Meng was lost in thought.
Obscene...The driver's behavior is extremely bad for a single woman. In normal times, Liu Meng has long been unable to bear it. He will inevitably teach this lecherous driver severely, but he can be replaced by now...
Liu Meng turned his head and stared straight at the driver’s side face. This is a man in his early thirties, with a flat-inch head, a Chinese character face, sallow skin and rough face, and his slightly fat belly squeezed under the seat belt, gray. The neckline of her jacket is a bit yellowish.
He licked/licked his lips from time to time, his throat squirmed up and down, his eyes turned irregularly, and he glanced at Liu Meng from time to time.
When he found Liu Meng staring at him intently, the driver was taken aback for a moment, then he twisted his body unnaturally, and then the silent cabin was even more quiet and terrifying.
"Look at me, do you appreciate me? Or do you want to possess me?" Liu Meng suddenly asked in a cold tone.
This bold question made the taxi driver shake his hands and the car shook.
"Look at the action you just put into gear. This should not be the first time..." Liu Meng's gaze fell on the driver's neck, where there were two obvious scratches, which were left by his nails.
The driver wanted to refute, but what he wanted to say was forced back by Liu Meng's aggressive gaze.
"Stop ahead." Liu Meng sighed suddenly and took out two hundred yuan from the bag.
The enthusiasm of the aunt on the square is unabated, and Liu Meng's gaze falls on a girl who runs at night.
Indecent single women, with nail scratches on their necks, this inevitably reminds Liu Meng of shocking news. Liu Meng once swore to the TV that he must kill such a person, but just now, Liu Meng hesitated, even if all his conjectures are true, this driver...he...damn it?
"I think we need to talk." Liu Meng grabbed her long hair anxiously, and said to the phone on the neckline.
"Did you find out?" The beard replied.
"Hmm..." Liu Meng didn't know where to start.
"Let's talk, we can all hear it." Qing Linglong said.
"We are scattered looking for clues, but what are we looking for?" Liu Meng asked intently.
"Who should be killed?" Qing Qiaoqiao blurted out.
"Who should kill?" Liu Meng asked immediately.
"Of course..." Qing Qiaoqiao only said three words, but suddenly got stuck.
"What do we use to judge whether a person deserves to die? The law? Or morality? Or our personal preference? I just met a driver, and I am 60% sure that he is a rapist, the most in my life. He hates the seed, but should he die?" Liu Meng's tone was a little ethereal, not so much asking everyone, but himself.
When Liu Meng finished speaking, everyone fell silent.
The beard stopped his fingers tapping the keyboard and took out a cigar from his jacket pocket to point it on; the man in glasses took off his glasses and pulled up the corners of his clothes to carefully wipe the lenses; Qing Qiaoqiao looked at her sister helplessly. Qing Linglong frowned and smiled bitterly and started the car again.
"For Li Yiming, you should know better than us." Xing Jian raised his head from under the willow tree by the river, with an intriguing smile on his mouth.
"What do you want to say?" Liu Meng tightened the collar of his jacket and took a deep breath.
"The biggest characteristic of Li Yiming is: it is raining, he doesn't think about making up the sky, but he can open an umbrella. If he can, he will keep out the wind for the people on the side."
"If you are poor, you will be alone, and if you reach you, you will help the world..."
"This is the truth. In the final analysis, both laws and morals are made by people. Their original intention is the same, and they are very simple. They are to protect more people. This is the rule, the rule that binds the world. You are not the maker of the rules, but you are a participant in the rules. Every one of us is. Moreover, you are still an executor of the rules."
"You mean..." Liu Meng seemed a little hesitant. Xing Jian's words were vague, but Liu Meng understood the general meaning: follow the rules and do it according to your intuition...
"Let's do it, you now have the capital to make mistakes, but you don't have the right to choose." After Xing Jian finished, he glanced at the dim crescent of the sky, and lowered his head again, with a faint starlight. Scattered from her again, wanting to control the rules, first of all, I still have to adapt to the rules...
You can make mistakes... but you have no choice... Liu Meng clenched his fists tightly, looking at the direction in which the taxi would disappear.
"You are the same as Xingjian thought?" Qing Qiaoqiao raised his hand to turn off the intercom, and turned to look at her sister who was driving.
"What?"
"Ning to kill by mistake...don't let it go?"
Qing Linglong raised her eyebrows, avoided the questioning gaze of Qing Qiaoqiao, slammed the brakes, and stopped the car in front of a half-new residential building.
"Get off the car, here we are." Qing Linglong closed the phone navigation and looked up at the bright lights above the residents.
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"I'm on the watchtower...viewing the mountain...outside the city...you can hear...the chaos...the banners...the flipped shadow...but it turned out to be Sima...the soldiers sent..." in the old radio There was a hoarse singing voice, the lean man leaned back on the bench, raised **** at random, and beat the tea bowl in front of him rhythmically. His half-closed eyes were a little hazy, and his head swayed gently according to a unique melody. It's not a shabby coat and a woven bag under your feet, that pleasant look will make others mistakenly think that this is a retired veteran cadre.
"Xipi Twenty-Six, Lost in Time... It's a good song..." After the song was sung, the thin man slowly raised his head, looking at the twinkling stars in the sky with expressionless expression, and slowly closed. eyelid.