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Chapter 1642: Reunion under the neon lights (Second update, please subscribe)
In almost all photos of Chang'an, there are always various neon signs.

During the day, they stand there, serving as an embellishment of the city; at night, they flicker with light and shadow, decorating the city into a paradise on earth.

The city is built on a sea of ​​glowing high-rise buildings and billboards. To many people, this picture is filled with a sense of fantasy and futuristic.

So much so that all of this always appears in many pictures about the future. It seems that this is the future!

Every time night falls, this neon light always attracts many people, and people are always amazed by these gorgeous neon lights.

“What a deformed prosperity!”

When Sun Qiyun uttered this sigh under the neon lights, he felt a little complicated.

In the past few months, he and his colleagues have been conducting "business inspections" here, which is actually just interviews. Then, they will write an article to expose the cruelty behind the abnormal prosperity here.

That's exactly his job.

Just like behind the dazzling neon lights there are the blood and tears of countless working people - those foot massage parlors, sauna and health clubs, dance halls, special tea rooms, etc. are the most typical examples.

Those places are crowded with women from countries such as the Philippines, Java, Vietnam, South Korea, Japan, India, Iran, etc., who suffer humiliation there.

This place is just like the old society, turning people into ghosts.

How much evil is hidden beneath these dazzling neon lights?

The flashing red neon lights do not represent prosperity but the blood and tears of the working people.

Sun Qiyun looked at all this with his sharp eyes. The lights were bright, but what was behind the lights?

“Darkness is always darkness, and even the brightest light cannot dispel it.”

After making this exclamation, Sun Qiyun continued to move forward, but his eyes kept looking around.

Suddenly Sun Qiyun stopped moving.

When I was walking out of the restaurant, under the colorful neon lights, and preparing to say goodbye to my friend, I unexpectedly saw a familiar person among the passers-by under the bright lights.

When he saw him, the man was stunned.

Under the neon lights, Sun Qiyun, who was standing on the street, also saw the man who had just walked out of the teahouse.

In just a moment, Sun Qiyun recognized the man.

"Old, teacher..."

The man looked at Sun Qiyun standing on the side of the road with surprise in his eyes. He hurried over and asked.

"Qi, Qiyun...is that you? Is it really you?"

The man looked at Sun Qiyun with a surprised tone and his eyes were filled with astonishment.

"You're not here, you're not here..."

Suddenly, as if realizing something, the man did not continue speaking. Instead, he held Sun Qiyun's hand and said:

"I haven't seen you for so many years, how are you?"

Sun Qiyun looked around cautiously at first, and after confirming that he was the only one here, he said:

"The teacher didn't expect to see you here."

Sun Qiyun held the teacher's hand tightly, looked at the teacher and said:

"Teacher, you are old."

"Qiyun, you are old too."

The two people who had met again after a long separation stood in front of the teahouse, holding each other's hands tightly. Then they walked into the teahouse and asked for a private room.

Afterwards, the teacher and student chatted like they did decades ago, but the difference was that neither of them tried to convince the other.

Because they all knew very well that they could not convince each other just like in the past.

Of course, Sun Qiyun did not forget to introduce the changes in his family over the years, both industrially and economically, and of course he did not forget to mention the atomic bomb.

To all this, the man just nodded slightly and did not give any comment.

"After so many years, everything is fine."

"Everything is fine."

Sun Qiyun nodded and asked:

"Teacher, how about you? Have you always been here?"

The man shook his head and said:
"I came here for surgery. I just had a major operation on my heart."

When Sun Qiyun heard this, he immediately asked with some concern

"Ah, teacher, how is your body recovering now?"

"I have basically recovered. I have to say that the medical conditions here are very advanced."

The man exclaimed in admiration as Sun Qiyun spoke.

"In fact, the medical conditions there are also very good. If you go back, teacher..."

Sun Qiyun stopped talking after he had only said half of his words.

The man just shook his head silently. He didn't say anything, but had a bitter smile on his face.
Then the two of them chatted there, and while chatting, the man always asked about his other students.

When the teacher asked about the recent situation of those people, Sun Qiyun always looked around and did not give any positive answer.

However, because of this, the man seemed to have understood something.

“…Now they are all in different places, and we have very little contact with each other, and I have been in Hong Kong Island in recent years.

I don’t know much about their current situation.”

The man sighed at the student's answer and did not ask any further questions.

After a long pause, the man hesitated and asked, "Then...what about your fellow apprentice? That is..."

When asking this question, the man's tone held a hint of luck. After all, he had learned many years ago that his son had died.

However, he was skeptical about the news and rejected its authenticity psychologically. He guessed it might be a malicious rumor because his youngest son's cynical character made it impossible for him to commit suicide.

Now seeing his former student, the man naturally wanted to know how his youngest son was doing.

Facing the teacher's question, looking at the concern in the teacher's eyes, and then looking at the somewhat pale face. , Sun Qiyun thought for a while, and then said.

"Teacher, I have been in Hong Kong Island in recent years. I don't know much about his current situation, but he was sent to work in the countryside in his early years. He should be doing well now."

"Oh, that's good, that's good, I told you. He definitely wouldn't do that, definitely not..."

When he said this, there was a hint of relief on the man's face and he smiled. This was the best news he had received in recent years.

Looking at the smile on the teacher's face, Sun Qiyun felt mixed emotions. Finally, he made an excuse to change the subject, and the two chatted for a long time.

After about half an hour, Sun Qiyun took the initiative to say goodbye to the teacher. When leaving, the man held Sun Qiyun's hand and said.

"Qiyun, if I mean if, if there is a chance, if you can meet your junior brother, please tell me that his mother and I miss him very much, and I have never blamed him."

"Ah."

Sun Qiyun nodded and said goodbye to his teacher. However, when he said goodbye, he also agreed to his teacher's request to find out the whereabouts of his junior fellow student and promised to write to him once he found out.

"Anyway, I'll leave everything to you."

After getting the student's promise, the man's eyes were burning with anticipation.

Finally, looking at the student's back, the man smiled brightly, and after returning to the hotel, he immediately shared the good news with his wife.

After learning the news about her son, Jiang Dongxiu was also extremely happy. After all, that was her son whom she had not seen for many years. Over the years, she always thought of her son in her dreams. Although she and her husband rarely talked about their youngest son, how could they not miss him?

In fact, all these years, all the longing has been buried in their hearts, and now, they finally get some kind of relief because they have received news from their son.

Even though the news is still vague, it is better to have news than no news.

That night, the couple just sat there chatting about their children, their children's past, and recalling every little bit of the past. To them, nothing was more precious than such memories.

Talking about topics that had never been touched before, Jiang Dongxiu looked at her husband and said:

"Sir, you must take good care of your health and wait until the future. Maybe you will have a chance to see him again in the future."

Listening to his wife's advice, the man held his wife's hand, nodded vigorously, and said:
"Yes, I know, I know. From now on, I will come here for a physical examination every year. The medical conditions here are very good. The CT machine can see the human body clearly and detect any minor problems in advance. Dongxiu, you should also go for a CT scan later."

"Yes, yes, yes..."

Jiang Dongxiu also expressed his agreement.

The couple were excited that day, and even looked forward to a future reunion, not just with their son, but also with his wife and children...

Sometimes people need hope.

In a nearby hotel, Sun Qiyun looked at the article for a long time without saying a word. Finally, he just sighed silently, then shook his head and said to himself:
"I'm doing this for his own good."

After saying this, he sighed lightly, then he calmed himself down and continued to bend over his desk to write his article, recording his previous visits one by one, of course, from his unique perspective.

He kept writing until late at night, and Sun Qiyun did not rest the whole night.

The next morning, when the dawn broke through the darkness, Sun Qiyun stood up from his desk. He looked at the city outside the window and said to himself:
"Well, we have to leave here eventually."

Today is the day to leave here.

So, that morning, Sun Qiyun and two colleagues took a taxi to the airport. Along the way, they always looked out of the car, looking at the bustling city outside the window. The three of them had complicated looks and complicated moods.

But no one spoke.

They just looked out the window silently, looking at the city outside. In the past few months, they had observed the city and the country inside and out like a microscope, and they knew everything about it.

But such understanding is limited to the hearts of the three of them. After all, some things can only exist in their hearts.

After arriving at the airport, Sun Qiyun pursed his lips and said, looking at the crowds of people coming and going in the airport:

"Okay, I can finally go home."

"Yeah, I can finally go home."

The two colleagues beside me also said the same thing, and soon they entered the waiting hall. In the waiting hall, when the three of them were sitting there, they always looked around involuntarily, as if they wanted to remember everything in their hearts.

Hey……

Sun Qiyun sighed in his heart. When he looked back, he saw someone had dropped a newspaper nearby. He picked up the newspaper and read the news on it.

"Our scientists have once again won the Nobel Prize."

Looking at the news in the newspaper, Sun Qiyun's eyes were complicated. In the past few days, this news and interviews with this Nobel Prize winner were everywhere.

Almost all the front pages of newspapers were about him, and for people, it seemed that nothing was more important than this.

Even on the subway or on the bus, people would talk about these things. Although the Nobel Prize is so far away from ordinary people, they are still willing to discuss it.

In contrast, people here have no interest in politics. Compared with politics, they prefer to discuss economics, science, music, art, philosophy, and even travel, entertainment and other such things.

In Sun Qiyun's view, these things are even a bit unprofessional.

The same is true of the newspapers here, which are always filled with all kinds of gossip. It seems that for them, life is like this. All they care about are trivial matters in life such as making money and various gossips. Apart from that, they don't care about national affairs at all.

A thought suddenly popped up in Sun Qiyun's mind:
“Perhaps this is the biggest difference.”

Just as this thought flashed through my mind, a reminder sounded over the radio, and boarding had begun.

When he was about to board the plane, Sun Qiyun looked back again. Hidden in his complicated eyes were feelings that only he could understand.

The mood is complicated.

Ten minutes later, the plane took off. …

(End of this chapter)