GHLCS Chapter162

He hasn’t had a dream in a long time.

 

Duan Zhanzhou woke up early again and opened his eyes. The stimulating sunlight outside shone in, hurting his eyes.

 

Ever since Cong Lin died, he has no more dreams. It was as if Cong Lin had been taking all his good and bad dreams, taking them all away, leaving nothing behind.

 

Actually, it was better this way. If he dreamed about it, what would he say to Cong Lin? If he apologized, would Cong Lin forgive him? If he hugged him, would Cong Lin accept it?

 

Since he doesn’t know how to do it, then it’s better not to meet.

 

When he woke up in the morning, he drank a glass of wine first. Then he heard someone report a piece of news, saying that the Zhang family had gone bankrupt and the Zhang family manor had been sold.

 

After closing his eyes and thinking for a while, Duan Zhanzhou put on his clothes and went to the sealed-off Zhang family manor.

 

The courtyard wall was no longer newly painted but rather mottled and peeling. Duan Zhanzhou looked up at the empty wall. He couldn’t remember what the little guy lying on the wall looked like. It was too dark that night.

 

That guy…

 

With almost no effort, Duan Zhanzhou climbed over the courtyard wall. On the other side was the place where Zhang Yaochen used to train assassins. It had been abandoned for many years and was covered with dust. It was dirty and smelly.

 

This place is so small that Duan Zhanzhou had to bend down slightly to avoid bumping his head when he entered the room. He walked to a small room, which was full of spiderwebs and bats in the corners. He saw countless large and small characters written on the wall next to one of the beds.

 

He reached out and touched it, and the words became clearer.

 

It was Cong Lin’s handwriting. Did he grow up here by counting the days one by one? There were holes on the wall made by Cong Lin. How many times had he stood on the wall and peeked at him?

 

So is this the bed he slept in?

 

As soon as Duan Zhanzhou’s big hand touched the edge of the bed, he felt some bumps. He lowered his head and took a closer look. He saw that there were many densely packed small characters carved on the edge of the wood at the head of the bed.

 

He gave me cream.

 

He smiled.

 

His name is Duan Zhanzhou.

 

He has grown taller.

 

He…

 

It’s meticulous and detailed, just like a person’s inner thoughts.

 

Duan Zhanzhou’s hands were shaking as he rubbed the words again and again, wishing that they would be engraved on his body.

 

“Idiot… How can there be such a stupid guy?” Duan Zhanzhou touched his forehead, his eyes turned red again. He said a few words of complaint and couldn’t say any more.

 

Over the past six months, Duan Zhanzhou has become the best at making cream cakes. He had never liked this kind of sweet Western food or would never understand why anyone would like it either.

 

But that guy loves sweet food.

 

Whipping cream is really troublesome, boring, and tiring, but now, Duan Zhanzhou already knows to what degree it should be whipped to make it fluffy.

 

The Western chefs he invited would not look down on him like the Chinese chefs did for a grown man learning such things and would ask him in broken Chinese, “Who are you… cooking for?”

 

“My beloved,” Duan Zhanzhou said, framing the flowers like he was gilding an antique, “I did something wrong. I hope he will forgive me.”

 

The Western chef loved this kind of romantic story the most. He smiled with satisfaction and said, “Oh, then you must decorate it beautifully… let me find you some nice little candles.”

 

After rummaging for a long time, he brought over a box of candles. Duan Zhanzhou carefully selected them for a while and finally picked out a pine tree-shaped candle and carefully inserted it.

 

The Western chef was extremely envious: “Your lover must be very happy.”

 

Happy?

 

He never enjoyed a single day of happiness.

 

Xu Hang also once ridiculed him, saying that making these useless things would be a waste of time for the living because the dead couldn’t see them. He also understood, but if he didn’t do these things, how would he survive?

 

He brought the dessert he made today to Cong Lin’s grave, cut a piece of cake in half, gave half to him, and kept the other half for himself.

 

Duan Zhanzhou sat down cross-legged in front of the tomb, took a bite of the cake, and said, “It’s just the right amount of sweetness today, I think you will like it.”

 

He would always tell him everything: “I don’t know what happened to my eldest brother and Xu Hang, but they have come to this point and have started to turn against each other. What grudge is there? How can it be more important than life? Do you know? Even watching them fight and torture each other makes me jealous. Because I… I am just torturing myself alone.”

 

The sunset burned half the sky, the purple light shone on people, and the reeds swayed in the wind.

 

“The Zhang family is already at the end of their rope, and those who have harmed you have not had a good ending either. Overall, I should be the next one.” Duan Zhanzhou chewed the food in big mouthfuls. “Have you seen your sister over there? Will she blame me? Are you guys getting together and blaming me? Blaming is good, scolding me more is also good. Cursing me will be the best, as long as you guys are happy.”

 

This cream cake seems a little too sweet, so sweet that it makes people want to cry.

 

Duan Zhanzhou ate too fast and choked and coughed. He pounded his chest and swallowed hard. After he finished eating, there was still cream on his face. He smiled bitterly and said, “I have made a hundred cream cakes already. Don’t be angry anymore. Can you please send me a dream?”

 

He sat for a long time and talked so much. Before it got dark, Duan Zhanzhou stood up and kissed Cong Lin’s tombstone. “I forgot to tell you, I’m going to the battle, wait for me.”

 

That night, he really dreamed of Cong Lin.

 

In the midst of the smoke, Cong Lin was standing in the distance with a gun in his hand. He was dressed simply and handsomely. When he saw Duan Zhanzhou, he smiled a little awkwardly and restrainedly.

 

He waved his hand: “Come and see, have I learned the posture you taught me?”

 

Duan Zhanzhou ran desperately, running and running, until he reached the front of Cong Lin, stretched out his hands, and tried to hold up his slender face.

 

Cong Lin suddenly disappeared.

 

Dreams always wake you up at an inappropriate time.

 

His hand grasped at the air in the air: “Here I come…”

 

When he was in the shaft, he didn’t tell a single lie. He really missed Cong Lin, so he took Duan Yelin’s place. Having seen too many separations and deaths, he more or less hoped that there would always be a complete couple among the people around him.

 

The explosives exploded right beside him. In an instant, the devastating force shook his body out of the shaft. His broken limbs and remains scattered in the air and then fell into the soil.

 

On the verge of his consciousness disappearing, his soul seemed to rush out of his body. He vaguely saw that amid the smoke and flames, Cong Lin was slowly approaching him.

 

Just like the look on his face in the past, when he was waiting for him at the door late at night.

 

Duan Zhanzhou stretched out his hand towards Cong Lin hard. Cong Lin, Cong Lin… he was really afraid that Cong Lin would drift away from him, and even if he went to the underworld, he would never see Cong Lin again.

 

In between hallucinations, before he died, he heard a sentence that could make his soul rest in peace: “Yinsi Quan Road[mfn]Once again, it’s the underworld.[/mfn], don’t be afraid, I’m here to pick you up.”