Corpse Recovery Diver

Chapter 1558 285_3

Taking advantage of the lingering feeling before it completely dissipated, Li Zhiyuan quickly spoke:"If there's something you can work hard to achieve, don't think about leaving it to the next generation; yet human power is limited, and sometimes you're bound to fall short. Believing in the wisdom of the next generation is not always shirking responsibility, but a kind of relief for yourself and a blessing for the future."

Xue Liangliang used to love saying that every generation has its own mission. He also said that the greatest courage in this world is to know that you're not the generation that will see the results, yet you still keep working with your head down so that the future generations can see.

This is a comfort to Mr. Zhai.

Similarly, it's also a comfort to that person, and here, Li Zhiyuan was clever.

Zhao Yi was terribly afraid of that person, seeking survival for himself and the Whole Clan, and Li Zhiyuan also had to strive for a better situation for his own wave.

Yin Meng collapsed due to the sudden outbreak of a bloodline issue.

Then, as the so-called "unworthy" Inheritor, he needed to make full use of this identity.

After all, once he truly enters Fengdu, those existing restrictions would be greatly reduced, and it's basically impossible to achieve effects like that night by borrowing power again.

Moreover, Li Zhiyuan never thought he could conquer Fengdu purely by force or suppress the Great Emperor with the team's might.

At least, not right now.

Mr. Zhai, who had already closed his eyes, reopened them and murmured:

"Xiao Yuan, do you think I can trust young people like you?"

"What else?"

"Haha, yes, what else? I'm old now, and I've lived long enough, it's also time…"

At this moment, a deep look appeared in Mr. Zhai's eyes. He lowered his head and scrutinized the boy's eyes carefully.

"Grandpa Zhai…"

"I have a colleague, I heard he accepted a closed-door disciple, very young, and apparently, the disciple is doing quite well, often being flaunted around. Now, he's already out there doing internships, solving rather tricky engineering problems."

Li Zhiyuan knew Mr. Zhai was talking about Mr. Luo, his own teacher.

But at this moment, Mr. Zhai's gaze and tone brought tremendous pressure to the boy.

Because, on another level, Mr. Luo actually represented…

"Xiao Yuan, I spoke to your brother, you should study well. Once Grandpa finishes with his work here and has some free time, I can personally teach you."

Mr. Zhai gently stroked the boy's cheek.

"You are the smartest child Grandpa has ever met. If you can become Grandpa's student in the future, Grandpa will have something to brag about when meeting that colleague again."

Before Li Zhiyuan could respond, Mr. Zhai took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. The gloom in his eyes faded, replaced by weariness and exhaustion.

"Xiao Yuan, help Grandpa upstairs to lie down for a while. Grandpa is tired."

"Okay, Grandpa."

Li Zhiyuan assisted Mr. Zhai upstairs, entered the room, and after the elder lay down, Li Zhiyuan turned to leave. Just as he reached the door, Mr. Zhai's voice came from behind:

"Child, do you really know what kind of future I hope to see?"

Li Zhiyuan turned back and found the old man on the bed had already closed his eyes, asleep.

Walking out of the room, closing the door, returning to his room, the boy sat down by the bed.

In his mind, he continued to replay every word and phrase from earlier. After finishing, the boy walked to the bedside table, picked up the last remaining apple Zhao Yi had picked the previous night, and took a bite.

The boy frowned… it was so sour.

It must be an issue with the variety or cultivation of the fruit, not just because he happened to pick a sour one. Zhao Yi found it sour from the first bite last night, yet the guy insisted on eating several more, just to trick him into biting a sour one.

Looking at the sour apple in his hand, he felt as if he had no grasp over Mr. Zhai, only a sense of loss of control.

"You are right, I truly still can't see clearly what you really want."

...

"Why aren't you taking a plane and taking the train instead?"

"Planes are too fast, the train is slower, but it's just right for you to rest a bit."

After listening to Xue Liangliang's explanation, Luo Tingrui nodded: "Okay, true."

In terms of work habits, Luo Tingrui and Xue Liangliang were cut from the same cloth, both so busy they have no boundaries. Even if they wanted to rest, they'd have to find a justified reason for it.

The two walked into the train station, found a seat, and habitually took out documents to read.

After a while, Luo Tingrui handed all the documents in his hand to Xue Liangliang, raised his head, and rubbed his neck.

The matters in Fengdu were significant, so he had to pull himself out from the tedious work. Since he was out, he could take a breather.

He patted his pocket, stood up, ready to have a smoke by the restroom.

Xue Liangliang got up, ready to accompany him.

"Just stay seated, I'll be right back."

Xue Liangliang sat back down, then looked back briefly.

Leaning against the wall, with a lit cigarette, he took a puff, exhaled smoke rings, and gazed at the crowded train station before him.

Soon after, Luo Tingrui noticed a gentle woman in a slightly white cheongsam-style dress, with long flowing hair, standing not far from himself.

The woman's abdomen was slightly bulging, seemingly pregnant.

Luo Tingrui immediately extinguished the cigarette he had just lit, and on his way back, he bought two bottles of drinks, handed one to Xue Liangliang after sitting down.

Uncapping the bottle, he took a sip, his gaze wandering over to where he stood earlier, unable to spot the woman again.