Living in the Hong Kong Film World

Chapter 436 Tea House Conversation
In a teahouse somewhere on Hong Kong Island, two people sat facing each other at a table by the window.

Sitting on the south side was an ordinary old man, dressed plainly and wearing reading glasses, slowly flipping through the newspaper, taking a sip from the teacup in front of him from time to time, looking very leisurely.

Opposite him sat an unbelievably handsome man, with red lips, white teeth, and peach blossom eyes. Even if he was sitting casually, he exuded a charming charm, attracting people's attention all the time.

Taking a sip of the cigar, the smoke spit out from his thin lips and drifted upwards.

His bright eyes hid behind the smoke, flickering, adding to the mystery, a middle-aged fat woman in gold and silver stared at him obsessively in the distance, accidentally knocked over the teacup, and the water flowed all over the floor.

The man seems to have gotten used to this, he leisurely smoked his cigar, not in a hurry, looking out the window, watching the wind and the scenery, very comfortable.

The old man is more comfortable than it, and even treats it like air, ignores it, just drinks tea and reads the newspaper, it takes a long time to turn a page, and read it very carefully.

A cigar reached his butt, the handsome man put out the cigar, took out another one from his pocket, lit it with a match, and took a long puff.

The old man turned over a page of the newspaper and said, "Your energy-raising skills are much better than before."

"I thought you weren't going to speak today!"

The man puffed out his cigarette and smiled unabated.

The old man said lightly: "I'm afraid that if you look at it for a while, you won't be able to resist."

The man dusted off the cigarette and asked with a smile, "Why did you ask me to come to this kind of place to talk?"

"because I like it."

The old man said calmly: "Time passes quickly here, two pots of tea can pass the day."

"Duanmuxie, you are really picky."

The man asked with a smile: "You are such a lazy guy, why can you command Xuanwu Qisu? If I were a Taurus, I would have kicked you down."

"You can give it advice, I'd love to."

The old man didn't care at all, his tone remained calm.

"Ha ha!"

With a chuckle, the man played with the cigarette and asked: "Since you have spoken, let's talk!"

The old man was noncommittal, he calmly looked at the bustling people drinking morning tea, and suddenly asked: "Gong Yang Le, what do you think is the meaning of life?"

"Are you playing charades for me again?"

The man shook his head, with a hint of impatience in his tone: "Yuan Dazong has returned to his hometown, no matter what the result is, this is our last chance, in this case, don't waste everyone's time."

The old man didn't pay attention, but looked at him quietly, and said seriously: "I didn't play riddles, I was asking you seriously."

Gong Yangle's smile faded: "I'm not joking with you. I came here today with sincerity. If I find out that you are playing tricks on me, I will be very unhappy."

Duanmuxie's expression was still calm, he put down the newspaper, sorted out the pages, and said slowly: "I still remember you when you were young, very energetic, you want to change the world, eliminate disputes, and let all Living beings can coexist harmoniously, since when did you give up this ideal?"

"Why mention this?"

A trace of displeasure flashed across Gongyang Le's brows, and there were several sounds of teacups being overturned, and the women clutched their chests with tears in their eyes, as if they couldn't bear to see the sad expression between its brows.

"I was young and ignorant back then, okay?"

Gongyang Le watched Duanmu Xie's slow movements, smiled and said, "I heard that when you didn't take over as Dou Muxie, you were merciful and very romantic!"

"I liked my life then, and I like my life now."

Duanmuxie tidied up the newspaper, put it in front of him, looked up at it, and asked seriously: "What about you? Do you like this kind of life?"

Gongyang Le narrowed his eyes: "What do you want to say?"

"Do you believe in catastrophe?" Duanmuxie asked.

"of course."

Gongyang Le didn't think about it, but there was a hint of mockery in his eyes.

"Are you afraid that the old man will notice?"

Duanmuxie shook his head and said, "Don't be afraid, he can't see here."

Pupils shrunk, Gongyangle sat up straight, and asked seriously: "Are you serious?"

"I've always been serious."

Duanmuxie asked again: "Do you believe in catastrophe?"

"Of course not."

Gong Yangle shook his head, sat back, stretched out his slender fingers, picked up a grape from the fruit plate on the table, and placed it in front of him.

"I saw the grape, its frosting, its texture, even its pit."

As he spoke, he threw the grapes into his mouth, chewed, and narrowed his eyes.

"I tasted this grape, it was very sweet and slightly sour in the skin, it made my mouth water a lot."

"When I swallow, I can feel it slide down my esophagus and into my stomach pouch. Is there anything more real than that?"

Smacking his lips, Gongyang Le opened his eyes and said with a smile: "The catastrophe is just an illusory legend, and there is no evidence to prove its existence."

After a pause, it continued: "Take a step back, if the catastrophe is real, what can we do? We can't do anything, everything is already doomed, so what is the point of everything we have prepared? "

"But the thing came to life."

Duanmuxie reminded.

"Who can prove it?"

Gongyang Le spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders: "It's just a sentence from Yuan Dazong, not to mention, if that thing can really prevent the catastrophe from coming, why does that guy still hide in his hometown for so many years?"

Duanmuxie didn't refute or agree, but asked calmly, "So, you want a fight?"

"I don't like fighting."

Gongyang Le shook his head, and said seriously: "I only hope that one person can stand up and let us go to the sun again, without being restricted by the temple."

"It's cooperation, not restriction."

Duanmuxie reminded him.

"What's the difference?"

Gongyang Le frowned and asked, "Where are you talking?"

"I only represent myself."

"It's hard talking to you."

Gongyang Le adjusted his sitting posture helplessly, and said seriously: "Don't blame me for not reminding you, this is not a battle between one or two schools, there is no neutrality at all."

Duanmuxie was silent.

After a long time, it sighed: "I just want to spend the time before the catastrophe comes quietly."

"Really obsessed."

A sullen look flashed between Gongyang Le's brows, and he asked in a deep voice, "Are you sure you want to stand on the side of the old place?"

Duanmuxie shook his head, and repeated again: "I just want to spend the time before the catastrophe comes quietly."

"it is good."

Gongyang Le nodded and didn't say any more.

After brushing off the hem of his clothes, it stood up, slightly bowed to Duanmuxie with a little disdain: "Take care!"

Duanmuxie didn't get up, just nodded and watched him go away until he left.

"Please, add water."

He raised his hand to greet the waiter.

After finishing speaking, he picked up the newspaper again, unfolded it slowly, and looked down.

The waiter stepped forward to fill his pot with hot water, and then left.

The teahouse was still lively, and after a long time, a soft sigh came from behind the newspaper, revealing the exhaustion of the heart.

(End of this chapter)