1985, the year of the great writer, began with Infernal Affairs!

Shen Jingshu understood, but was a little incredulous: "You mean this prequel is even better than the first one?"

He Chongshan nodded solemnly, a smile he couldn't hide on his face: "It's even better than that."

Shen Jingshu was somewhat surprised.

She knows He Chongshan too well.

Having been married for most of his life, He Chongshan has very discerning taste. Ordinary manuscripts simply don't meet his standards. He might only write a few pieces a year that he'd call "good," and he might only come across one every three to five years that he'd call "very good." As for something better than the first Infernal Affairs...

Looking at He Chongshan's face, which showed a mixture of wanting to show off and deliberately holding back, she suddenly understood why he had come home so late today.

If it were her, she wouldn't be able to let go of a manuscript like that either.

"Is it really that good?" She was still a little skeptical.

He Chongshan nodded and began to speak: "There is a character named Ni Yongxiao in Infernal Affairs Prequel. You have no idea how Xie Lu wrote him. He wrote him so well. He perfectly embodies the concept of filial piety in our country. He is so charming. He is no less than the Godfather in the foreign movie The Godfather."

He's a gangster; he does smuggling, murder, and all sorts of illegal things.

But he did all this to protect the Ni family and to ensure that his family members could live with dignity.

I couldn't forget the two sentences he said after just one glance.

"What did you say?"

"One sentence is that my name is Ni Yongxiao, and the foundation of filial piety is protecting my family."

Another sentence I said was, "I just want to help my family hold their heads high."

"Do you think this is something a gang leader should say?"

Shen Jingshu thought for a moment and then shook her head.

"But that's what he said, and that's what he actually did."

"He used any means necessary to protect his family, he was willing to risk everything, but the path he chose destined him to never be able to hold his head high again. What do you call that?"

Shen Jingshu didn't answer; she was thinking about the question.

He Chongshan answered for her: "This is called a tragedy, not the kind of tragedy where you cry and scream, but a tragedy where you know that what he did was wrong, but you just can't hate him, and instead you even admire him a little."

Shen Jingshu was silent for a moment, then asked, "What about Han Chen? The ruthless boss from the first movie, is he in the prequel?"

He Chongshan smiled and said, "Han Chen when he was young was completely different from the one who came later."

He was chatting with Wong Chi-shing at the police station. You would never have guessed that this person would later turn out like that.

He was grateful, remembering the kindness of his boss Ni Kun in promoting him. When Huang Zhicheng hinted that he should get rid of Ni Kun, he refused without hesitation.

"So how did things change later?"

At this point, He Chongshan sighed. People can change, and Xie Lu wrote this very well: "He changes slowly. Xie Lu lays the groundwork layer by layer, accumulating little by little, making you feel that he can only become that way, there is no other way. That is what makes him so amazing."

As Shen Jingshu listened, her heart grew increasingly itchy; He Chongshan had truly awakened her inner bookworm.

Although she didn't spend her entire life as an editor like He Chongshan, she was also a book lover.

She watched Infernal Affairs, and it was indeed very good, so good that she kept thinking about the ending for half a month.

Now that I've heard the prequel is even better than the first one, how can I resist?

"Where's the manuscript?" Shen Jingshu couldn't help but ask.

He Chongshan was taken aback: "What manuscript?"

"The prequel manuscript, didn't you bring it back? Let me take a look."

He Chongshan then realized what was happening and hurriedly waved his hand, "I didn't bring it, I didn't bring it back."

Shen Jingshu frowned: "Didn't bring it back? You've been looking at it for so long, and you didn't bring it back?"

He Chongshan scratched his head and explained, "It's in the editorial department. It's such a thick stack, it's inconvenient to bring it back, and we need to use it tomorrow to arrange the layout and stuff."

Shen Jingshu stared at him for a few seconds, making He Chongshan feel uneasy.

"Bring it back tomorrow." Shen Jingshu was angry. This guy had piqued her interest in books, but he didn't bring back the prequel to Infernal Affairs. How was she supposed to satisfy her craving?

Isn't this just throwing a thug around?

He looks exactly the same as he did when he was young!

This is infuriating!

"Tomorrow? Maybe tomorrow..." He Chongshan wanted to say something.

Shen Jingshu interrupted him: "Bring it back tomorrow, I want to see it."

He Chongshan smiled wryly: "I just received the manuscript, and the editorial department is waiting to make arrangements. Old Li and the others will definitely need to see it tomorrow; the process has to be followed. I can't just take it home myself and not give it to them, can I?"

Shen Jingshu didn't speak, she just looked at him.

He Chongshan felt uncomfortable under her gaze, and explained again, "Once they've finished reading it, I'll definitely bring it back for you to see first. It'll only be a matter of the next day or two."

Shen Jingshu remained silent.

He Chongshan felt a little guilty and leaned over to take her hand: "Don't be angry. I promise, I'll get the manuscript back by the day after tomorrow at the earliest, or the day after that at the latest."

Shen Jingshu withdrew her hand and stood up.

You'll be sleeping on the sofa tonight.

He Chongshan was stunned: "Huh?"

Shen Jingshu ignored him, picked up the yarn from the coffee table, and turned to walk towards the bedroom.

He Chongshan quickly stood up and followed her: "Jingshu, Jingshu, listen to me..."

Shen Jingshu walked to the bedroom door, glanced back at him, and said, "You can only come into this room when you bring back Infernal Affairs Prequel so I can watch it."

After saying that, she went into the bedroom and slammed the door shut.

He Chongshan stood at the doorway, looking at the door in front of him, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

He raised his hand to knock on the door, but then thought about it and put it down.

He knows his wife's temperament; she's a woman of her word.

Knocking on the door now will only make her angrier.

He Chongshan turned around and went back to the living room. He sat down on the sofa, looked at the closed bedroom door, and sighed.

We've been married for so long, why are you still doing this? Really.

Shen Jingshu's teacup was still on the coffee table. The tea inside had long since gone cold. He picked it up, poured the cold tea into the trash can next to him, and then went to the kitchen to pour a cup of hot water and put it on the coffee table. Shen Jingshu had a habit of getting up at night to drink water.

After doing all that, he sat back on the sofa, leaned against the back, and stared blankly at the ceiling.

After a while, He Chongshan smiled.

He recalled that when he was pursuing Shen Jingshu, he once angered her and was locked out of the room in the same way.

Back then, she was young and thick-skinned, so she sat at the door and waited all night. When she opened the door the next morning and saw that he was still there, her anger subsided by half.

Now that I'm older, I'm not as thick-skinned as before, but I'm used to it.

He stood up, took a blanket from the closet, and spread it out on the sofa.

Oh well, what can I do? She's my wife, after all.

If he doesn't suffer, then who will?

the next morning.

When He Chongshan woke up, it was already broad daylight.

He sat up, rubbed his eyes, and saw a bowl of porridge, two steamed buns, and a dish of pickled vegetables on the coffee table.