Chapter 0107: The Word “Love” (2 / 2)

Out of the city temple, outside the subway entrance there are a few begging people lying on the ground, to the lack of pulling out the stack of bills from the body to leave one after the rest of them are thrown to one of the begging.

The beggar blinked his confused eyes and pinched a banknote with his fingers and looked at the sunlight for half a day before nodding his thanks repeatedly at Xiang Yu who had walked away.

“There were several beggars there, why did you give it to that one person” Chen Xia asked curiously.

“Except for that one, the others didn’t probably eat better than I did.”

“Pretend?”

“Must be richer than me.”

After getting into Chen Xia’s nanny car, Xiang Yu asked her to send herself back, and Miss Chen immediately said, “What’s wrong with you? This afternoon is a great time, we can watch a movie and have dinner.”

Xiang Yu took out a banknote from his pocket and shook it: “Sister, can we pay attention to the details? This is the only bill I have in my fucking pocket, and you’re asking me to give you a full service, what am I going to serve you with? A hundred bucks won’t even cover a day’s worth of gas for your car.”

Chen Xia froze for a long time, covering her mouth with joy, but she finally did not say “you do not have money, but I have all” this sentence.

A man can have no money, no woman, no house, nothing can be, but not without dignity.

Chen Xia estimated that if he really said that sentence to Xiang Yu, the two might have to see each other again in the future to crush the familiarity that was so hard to establish because of that sentence.

When they reached the downstairs of their residence, Xiang Yu waved goodbye to Chen Xia and went upstairs.

Chen Xia looked at the back of the roughly-clothed figure and muttered, “There are 80,000 words in the world, but only the word love hurts the most”

Upstairs back to the house, Cao Qingdao is cocking his legs Tang humming a tune on the bed: “Through the forest sea across the snowy plains of the air rushing skyward, lyric heroism to send ambition to face the mountains, vowed to bury the Zaoshan Eagles in the mountain streams, strong ambition to shake the mountains, the ambition of shocking the abyss —–“

Xiang Yu took out a cigarette and lit it, sat on the bed and looked at Cao Qingdao, who was in full blossom, and said, “Tell me, what are we going to do tomorrow morning? If the landlord continues to steam the buns, we can still have a meal, but if he doesn’t, we’ll be starving.”

Cao Qing Dao stopped his little song and tried to squeeze out a blank expression, “Brother, what are you talking about?” Xiang Yu sighed, wanting to have the feeling of pressing the cigarette butt on his face, “There’s a dotted line by your lips that extends all the way to the bridge of your nose, and there’s a peach blossom qi flickering in your eyes, this is a sign that you’re in the throes of spring, there’s two possibilities for this to happen, one is that you’re in love, and the second is that you’ve traveled the line before

You’ve been with me every fucking day, and you’ve only had the chance to fall in love with me, so where the fuck are you going to fall in love? I’m out of money, so you must be whoring yourself out with impunity” If it wasn’t for the fact that he found himself with no money left in his pocket, Xiang Yu might have even thrown down the hundred dollars he was begging for.