on the seat, it feels like sitting on a plank of wood, so hard.Along the way, his butt was practically swollen from bouncing around so much. And that master insisted on taking the back roads, making..."Boss, we lost him."
At this moment, in the driver's seat of a Mercedes-Benz SUV, a foreigner in camouflage frowned at the vehicle speeding ahead with the flow of traffic.
He watched as the Land Rover vanished without a trace in the blink of an eye. His eyes held not only the disappointment of missing it, but also a hint of admiration for the strong.
He was a skilled driver and scout, even among that group of mercenaries. Not only could those ahead detect his pursuit, but they could also effortlessly weave through the dense traffic flow.
Strong people tend to attract others like themselves.
That bearded foreigner’s eyes held not only approval but also a glimmer of wanting to test himself, an eagerness to have a go.
He held the steering wheel, confirming that he maintained a safe distance from other vehicles in all directions.
He turned his head to look at the woman sitting in the passenger seat, shook his head helplessly, and said in somewhat broken Chinese:
Their counter-surveillance awareness was too high, I tried to get closer but they sped ahead with the traffic flow, leaving me far behind.
The woman sitting in the passenger seat, called "Big Sister" by others, had also noticed that everyone inside the car was on high alert.
She looked at the dazzling stream of cars before her, her mind racing with thoughts about the purpose of her visit. A flicker of contemplation crossed her eyes as she addressed the person behind the wheel:
"Lao A parked his car on the side of the road before the intersection and waited for Ah Rui and their group to send him a specific location. Then, he followed the location forward."
"Okay, boss." The foreigner known as Old A nodded, gripping the steering wheel and smoothly driving toward the upcoming intersection.
It is now the midsummer of May, a time when all things are flourishing and growing.
Because it is the rainy season, the wind and rain are relentless, and the sky is dark like ink clouds with changing winds.
Suddenly, a bolt of lightning with a cold glow slashed through the thick dark clouds, dazzling and terrifying.
Immediately following was a dull, booming thunderclap that sounded like the roar of an ancient beast, causing one's heart to race with apprehension.
The sky was overcast, the wind howled fiercely, and dark clouds billowed like a galloping herd of horses on the horizon. A torrential downpour was imminent.
The woman in the passenger seat leaned back against her headrest, turning her head to watch the scenery blurring by outside the window and the overcast sky. Her fingertips lightly tapped the walkie-talkie in her palm, her mind lost in thought.
Meanwhile.
Outside the teaching building of Kiyama Experiment Middle School.
Wu Ling looked at the name the young man had sent over on her phone, and couldn't help but smack her lips. She poked Wu Xie next to her with her hand, and said with some envy:
"Dude, look at this person's name, it's so cultured."
Wu Xie was observing the surrounding environment. Upon hearing this, his eyebrows tightened slightly, though it was barely perceptible. His eyes deepened as he lowered his gaze to look at the phone screen his child had offered him.
There are only two sentences on the phone interface.
Huhu take off~: [Wu Ling.]
Light Boat: [Lu Ziyu]
Wu Xie's attention only rested on that name for a fleeting moment, before being drawn away by the wallpaper on his own child's phone.
He was looking at the wallpaper. There was a man on it, naked from the waist up and wearing a blue apron around his lower body. He looked like he was cooking.
She raised an eyebrow slightly, her tone a touch surprised: "When was this photo taken"
"Huh" Wu Ling looked at her older brother with a slight surprise, as if the topic had shifted too quickly and she hadn't reacted in time.
Wu Xi glanced at her younger brother's dazed look, a slight twitch at the corner of her mouth. Her eyes behind the glasses were exceptionally gentle.
He lightly tapped the character wallpaper on his own child's phone with his fingertips, which were slightly calloused. His voice was soft as he repeated:
When was it taken
Wu Ling followed his older brother's finger and glanced at the screen of his phone. He instantly understood.
He mischievously winked, then smirked with a sly grin, his tone laced with a hint of self-satisfied pride as he said:
"This I secretly took it from outside the door when you were cooking me fried rice in the middle of the night, hehe. Isn't my photography skill pretty good Look how handsome I captured you!"
Saying that, Wu Ling triumphantly raised an eyebrow and shoved her phone directly into Wu Xie's hand, letting him get a close-up look.
Wu Xia held her phone, her gaze gentle and earnest as she looked at the wallpaper on her screen.
He did not deny Wu Ling's boastful words, on the contrary, he agreed with them.
Because Wu Ling is really good at taking pictures, the characters in the wallpaper appear extremely calm and gentle under his photography skills.
Under the warm yellow light, a man with chopsticks stirring an egg mixture.
He seemed to hear some movement behind him and turned his head to look back.
The picture was captured at this very moment.
Under the warm light, a man's messy forehead hair partially covered his eyebrows. A pair of eyes like stars seemed to see someone coming, curving slightly at the corners. Even across the photograph, you could feel the warmth and steadiness emanating from that man.
"How about it, how about it, pretty good, right"
Wu Ling opened her bright, shining eyes and poked her older brother's waist with her little finger. Her face was full of a "seeking praise" expression, and she said excitedly:
"I think it's pretty cool, back then you were bathed in that light, like an angel with big wings fallen from the sky, totally handsome!"
Upon hearing Wu Ling's description, Wu Xie's face, which had just been warm and polite, froze for a moment before becoming somewhat complicated.
He looked at his younger brother's face, which was full of expectation for praise, and remained silent for a while.
A faint sigh then echoed through the space, followed by a voice that sounded resigned but carried a hint of amusement:
"It looks nice."
"Hmm~" Wu Ling was very satisfied with how her elder brother knew when to play along.
He nodded with a smug look on his face, pointing at the name on the screen with his little paw.
But that's not the point, the point is you look at this person's name, how cultured it is, Lu Ziyu, it sounds extremely awesome.
After finishing her sentence, Wu Ling let out a sigh and mumbled softly:
"Look at our names again, yours is fine, but look at mine, oh, the difference, the contrast, it's enormous."
Wu Xie looked at the name with no ripple in his eyes, shifting his gaze away after less than a second as if it were nothing. He then lowered his head to look at his younger brother.
Seeing the slight envy on his own child's face, he reached out and pinched his cheek, softly asking in a low voice:
"How so Your name isn't quite nice"
"What a nice-sounding thing"
If you don't mention Wu Ling, he wouldn't be so upset. But once you bring it up, his little mouth pouts in dejection.
"Whose kid's name is the same as a domestically produced car, Wu Ling Wu Ling, like the Wuling Hongguang I wasn't a tank in my past life."
Wu Xie, upon hearing this, blinked slightly in surprise. Then, with a slight smile, she poked her puffed-up face, resembling a small pufferfish, and patiently explained:
"Where did that little brain of yours go The name Wu Ling was decided by your grandma when you were born, and it has a deep meaning!"
"Huh" Wu Ling, hearing this, raised her head with a hint of curiosity.
He only remembered being teased by other kids when he was young because his name sounded like a car model, which led to some self-consciousness about his name when he was younger.
When Wu Ling heard what her older brother said, she became really curious.
He reached out and tugged on Wu Xia's sleeve, curiously asking: "Really What does my name mean"
"Really."
Wu nodded lightly and smiled, explaining: "Your name was thought of by the whole family when our mom was just pregnant, but none of the names we came up with were good enough and they were all passed over by grandpa."
“My grandfather said his grandson’s name had to be unique and special. So, our old man wore his reading glasses, held a magnifying glass in his hand, and spent half a month meticulously checking every single character in a dictionary that was thousands of pages long before he finally found a satisfactory one: Ling.”
"And coincidentally, our second uncle was reading an ancient text at the time and came across a poem: "Shu brocade spreads long in daylight green, Wu silk lies warm in spring's embrace, embracing mandarin ducks. So your name was given as Wu Ling."
"Wuhu," Wu Ling heard his older brother say this, his eyes flashed, and he muttered in his mouth: "So my name is so cultured."
"Or what do you think" Wu Xia glanced at her younger brother's expression, reaching out to gently rub his earlobe. Her voice was soft, but the meaning behind it was heavy.
"Your name was chosen after hundreds of people from our entire clan underwent rigorous screening."
Wu Ling, hearing the commotion, silently straightened her chest, feeling that her name suddenly had a lot of presence!
Wu Xie glanced at his younger brother, who suddenly had a little tuft of hair stand up on top of his head. She smiled and tugged playfully at it.
He glanced casually at the name on his child's phone screen, and asked in a slightly meaningful tone: "Do you still think your own name is inferior to his"
When Wu Ling's delicate seedling was grasped, she firmly shook her head. Her big eyes sparkled, and her little claws clenched tightly.
"Dude, my name is so cultured! It's suddenly been elevated, it's even more cultured than yours!"
Wu Xie seemed to be amused by his own demeanor, a low chuckle escaping his throat: “This is right.”
He held a black backpack in one hand and pinched Wu Ling's delicate hair with the other, inhaling slightly through his nose:
"In the future, don't think your name sounds unpleasant. Every name has its own meaning; it comes from parents' expectations for their children."
"Your name was thought of by every single person in our entire family. If anyone ever says your name sounds unpleasant, it's because they are simply jealous that you are loved by so many."
Wu Ling arrived here and rubbed her own little cheeks, solemnly nodding: "Well, I think so too. If someone says my name sounds unpleasant, they're just purely jealous of me. They're such dogs!"
Wu Xia looked at her younger brother's sulky expression, pushed up her glasses with her fingertips, nodded slowly, and smiled gently: "He's a promising young man."
Wu Ling was praised and proudly raised her little chin, her round eyes curved into crescent moons: "Hee hee, that's a must! We're smart, aren't we ~"
The proud little child's tender sprout on top of their head couldn't help but flutter upward, finally being gently twirled by a big hand and pulled between the fingertips.The words he wanted to say got stuck in his throat. He pinched his nose and stuck out his tongue, saying:"Bro, let's get out of here. It's way too smelly in here. I feel like I'm being pickled. "It's...