Lin Fusheng couldn’t help but lower his head slightly, avoiding that intense gaze.
After a mont of silence, a bitter smile appeared on his face, and he slowly began to speak:
"My days are quite stable now. Although the clinic isn’t large, I’ve poured half of my life’s effort into it. Every day I’m busy with consultations and making dicine. As ti goes by, the ambition and courage I once had have been dulled by mundane life, losing their sharp edge."
"Therefore, I’m afraid it’ll be difficult for to return to my old ways..."
The Professor’s gaze was penetrating, as if trying to delve into the depths of Lin Fusheng’s heart for the answer.
After a while, he sighed softly and said:
"I understand, sorry to have bothered you tonight."
Lin Fusheng looked up at the Professor in surprise.
He had expected the other party to continue persuading him, or even show disappointnt or anger, but he was unexpectedly calm.
"Everyone has their own aspirations, how can one force another."
The Professor smiled lightly:
"What I hate most in life are those hounds that deprive others of freedom. I would never do that myself. However, if you ever change your mind, you can co to anyti."
Filled with guilt, Lin Fusheng quickly got up, made tea to serve his guest, and sincerely thanked him for his understanding.
The atmosphere in the room eased slightly, and the topics between them beca more light-hearted.
The Professor picked up the tea on the table, took a light sip, and said seemingly casually:
"The young man working in your store just now, he looks familiar."
Lin Fusheng was placing the kettle back to its place, and upon hearing this, his hand paused, and a barely noticeable flash of alertness crossed his eyes.
"He’s Fang Shijie’s son, isn’t he?"
The Professor continued, adding another sentence.
Upon hearing the na, Lin Fusheng’s fingers trembled slightly, and he suddenly turned his head with a sowhat sharp look in his eyes.
Observing Lin Fusheng’s reaction, the Professor understood a bit more.
"Don’t worry, I an no harm. It’s just seeing an old friend’s child made feel sentintal."
He calmly put down the teacup, a faint smile on his face, yet his gaze was deep and unfathomable:
"I didn’t expect the little baby back then to grow so big. Seeing him now, I almost thought Fang Shijie had co back to life, standing in front of again."
As he spoke, the Professor squinted his eyes slightly, as if reminiscing about sothing, casually asking:
"You’re running a shop here, are you perhaps secretly protecting him?"
Lin Fusheng neither denied nor admitted, just pressed his lips tightly and remained silent.
The Professor noticed this and went on to ask:
"You and Fang Shijie have life-and-death ties, but have you never told his son the truth about what happened back then?"
His gaze fixed firmly on his old companion’s face, his tone carrying a hint of inquiry.
"What’s the use of telling?"
Hearing this, Lin Fusheng furrowed his brows, showing a helpless expression, finally responding:
"It’s been more than ten years, and everyone has finally escaped official surveillance, living peacefully."
"Why get involved in those dangers and troubles again? I hope he can live safely, get married and have children, and just be an ordinary person."
As he spoke, his gaze suddenly beca sharp, and his tone turned firm:
"I’m warning you, you’d better not disturb his life, or else..."
His previously polite deanor was gone, revealing an undeniable intimidation and determination, like a fierce beast protecting its cubs.
The Professor gently shook his head, with a bit of a wry smile on his face:
"You, just like those concerned parents, seem to be doing it for the child’s good, but you may not understand what the child truly wants. Perhaps deep down, he’s yearning to know the truth, longing to seek justice for his father."
Lin Fusheng frowned, retorting:
"He’s still young, he doesn’t understand the complexity and danger behind those events, I can’t let him recklessly take risks and ruin his future..."
The two exchanged a glance, and a subtle tension lingered in the air again.
However, this ti, there was a bit more resignation on both sides.
"Alright."
After a mont of silence, the Professor gave up persuading, sighing softly:
"I understand your concerns, everyone has their own life to protect, but no matter what, we are companions, and should look out for each other."
"I hope you can continue living steadily here at the clinic, but if danger arises, feel free to contact at any ti."
He said, taking out a business card and handing it to Lin Fusheng, then stood up and adjusted his gray trench coat.
"I’ll be leaving now, I’ll co to chat when I have ti."
The Professor’s voice carried a bit of casualness, yet Lin Fusheng could still hear the hidden loneliness within.
It was as if the heavy conversation they just had had left a faint or profound mark in both of their hearts.
Lin Fusheng silently got up to see him out.
As he watched the Professor’s figure step out the door, growing more distant, his lips moved as if wanting to speak but stopping.
Finally, he couldn’t help but say softly:
"Zhi Ren, although I can’t participate in the things you plan, there will always be a place here for you to rest!"
"Thank you, good brother."
The Professor didn’t look back, only raised his right hand and waved, his voice carrying a bit of warmth, sounding especially precious in this chilly night.
Lin Fusheng was slightly dazed, a complex mix of emotions surged in his heart.
anwhile, at the end of the street, the Professor continued walking, his steps seemingly firm, yet unconsciously slowing down a bit.
The cool night breeze swept past, stirring the hem of his gray trench coat, also stirring the faint lancholy in his heart.
He gazed into the distance, the night was deep, the city’s lights flickered in the distance, unable to illuminate his sowhat bewildered heart at the mont.
Scenes from the past involuntarily appeared before his eyes, familiar and vivid faces flashed by one after another.
Once, these companions shared ideals, fought side by side, striving for grand goals they held dear in their hearts.
But now, ti has passed, forr companions have died, retired, everyone has taken different paths, and the days of reuniting are long gone.
Only he remains, alone in this cold night, carrying the ideals, trudging forward.
Lin Fusheng’s refusal, though expected, still left him feeling a heavy sense of loss.
The Professor raised his hand to adjust his collar, trying to shield against the chill.
As his gaze shifted, he noticed a nine-story, dimly lit tubular building by the street.
The dim and sparse lights shone through a few windows, like so kind of marker guiding the way ho in the darkness.
He couldn’t help but pause, looking up.
"Caw—caw—"
A crow perched on a power pole, its head slightly turned, its glossy black eyes curiously observing the man standing alone in the cold night.
Its feathers glowed with a faint sheen under the street lamp, standing out against the surrounding darkness.
The Professor, drawn by the sound, shifted his gaze from the tubular building to the bird staring back at him.
At the instant their eyes t, a faint light flashed deep within his pupils.
An invisible spiritual power silently released, threading through his line of sight, subtly penetrating the consciousness of its target.
The crow’s lively black eyes seed shrouded in mist as if it were a puppet with its consciousness extracted, leaving only its shell under control.
Then, under the Professor’s ntal command, the crow spread its wings, let out a sharp cry, piercing the silent night sky, and darted towards the tubular building.
It circled the building’s periter, as if confirming a target, and then landed precisely on the ninth-floor windowsill of a room with no lights on.
The room was completely dark.
The crow’s glossy black pupils flickered slightly, as if searching for sothing.
Soon, a strange scene unfolded.
A robust young man sat cross-legged on the bed.
In this near-freezing night, he wore only shorts, his muscles bare, without a trace of trembling.
It seed like a warm Inner Strength flowed across his body, resisting the harsh cold outside.
His face was handso, yet exuded an indescribable masculine charisma, his eyes closed tight, with a faint glow between his brows.
As if imrsed in his spiritual realm, unaware of the external world’s commotion.
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