Tangling with the Western Commander

Chapter 153: Chapter 150: I Love You, Lu.

Having said that, he entered.

The expression on his face was cold.

Meanwhile, on the TV in the hall,

a group of young lads from the team and Old Li from the reception were all gathered, staring intently at the screen.

However, upon hearing the noise at the door and seeing who it was, someone immediately grabbed the remote control and whispered, “Quick, change the channel.”

So when Lu Xiao walked in, he saw them hurriedly switch to another TV station, each one staring solemnly at the television.

Lu Xiao stared at the TV screen and was silent for a moment, “…”

When he spoke again, his eyes seemed to gather dark clouds, and he coldly dropped a line, “Is this really what a bunch of grown men are watching?”

On the TV, the cartoon ‘Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf’ was playing.

Big Big Wolf was being chased by Red Wolf with a frying pan, shouting as he headed towards Sheep Village, “I will come back—!”

Watching this scene, the burly men in the team were speechless, “…”

In their midst, Old Li was also silent, “…”

He touched his somewhat balding head and chuckled, “Well, the sheep these days are quite smart…”

The group wiped their faces, “…”

They didn’t know, didn’t see, couldn’t understand.

Lu Xiao: “…”

Sang Nian had also walked in by now, only to feel that their leader’s aura was getting colder and colder.

He shivered at the door.

Just then, their leader’s mobile phone suddenly rang.

His heart trembled, and then he saw their leader take out his mobile phone.

Lu Xiao looked at the WeChat message from Shang Luxiao:

[Kissy baby, quickly turn on the TV to CCTV!]

Plus a shy, squirming emoticon.

His eyes suddenly flickered slightly, “…”

The next second, Sang Nian heard their leader calmly say:

“Give me the TV remote control.”

Everyone was momentarily taken aback, not expecting their leader to actively ask for the remote control.

He was not someone who usually initiated watching TV!

Only in these past few days had he stared a bit longer when he saw someone on TV.

Everyone looked at each other, and Zha Xi still brought the remote control to him.

Lu Xiao just stood there, one hand in his pocket, his posture stiff, took the remote control single-handedly, and turned the channel to CCTV as mentioned in the WeChat message.

This TV station, unlike those more entertainment-focused ones, was more rigorous and serious.

The hosts are usually those seen at the Spring Festival Gala.

At this moment, the TV was broadcasting a program featuring reciters from ancient and modern times.

People who could appear on this program were usually very impressive yet low-key individuals.

However, at this time, the host on the TV gracefully and composedly said with a smile:

“Next, let’s welcome our national goddess Wen Xian, who will present to us a sonnet by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, one of the most famous poets of the Victorian era in England, ‘How do I love thee’.”

As these words fell, intense applause and screams erupted in the venue—!

After all, it was rare for such a top star with massive fan traffic to actively participate in such a serious and earnest program, and everyone was thrilled!

Meanwhile, in the hall of the administration area, the group of sturdy young men and Old Li were staring at the scene in utter silence, not daring to breathe.

Because the channel they had just switched from was this one!

But who would have thought that their leader would switch it back!

At this moment, Lu Xiao stared unwaveringly at the TV screen, his body slightly stiffening.

Accompanied by the elegant and beautiful sound of piano music, a woman dressed in a simple, elegant white mermaid long dress slowly appeared.

She pinched her long dress and swayed it, her soft hair gathered up with a few strands hanging by her ears.

Her neck was slender and pale, like an elegant swan.

The moment she appeared, the entire hall went completely silent, all eyes fixated on her.

She was truly beautiful, in that moment, like an inviolable goddess.

In her hand was a microphone, and as the piano music played in the background, she looked into the camera, her lips slightly parting with a slightly husky and charming English accent slowly emerging:

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height.

My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight

My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight

when at the peak of existence and beauty

For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.

Only then can my soul reach the depth, breadth, and height of my love for you.

I love thee to the level of every day’s

I love you to the extent that it becomes indispensable day and night, Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.

like the sun and candlelight.

I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;

I love you generously, like humanity fights for justice;

I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.

I love you purely, like people avoid praise.

I love thee with the passion put to use

I love you with all my passion

In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.

I love you with emotions as intense as my old sorrows and my childhood faith.

I love thee with a love l seemed to lose

I love you with a love

With my lost saints,—I love thee with the breath

that I seemed to have lost along with my lost saints—I love you with the breath

Smiles, tears, of all my life!—and, if God choose,

Smiles and tears of my entire life!—and, if God allows,

I shall but love thee better after death.

I shall love you even more after death.

…

As she slowly recited that touching love poem, almost everyone was immersed in that wonderful moment.

In both English and Chinese, regardless of the pronunciation or translation, the love poem was movingly beautiful.

It seemed as if it could melt everyone’s heart.

Lu Xiao just stared at that scene, motionless, lost in deep silence, just watching her, watching her.

Finally, something seemed to flicker deep in his sharp cold eyes.

Sang Nian and their rough fellows, although they might not understand much, were able to feel that beauty, immersed in it.

But when he looked at their leader again, he felt a slight shiver in the depths of his heart.

Was it his imagination?!

Their leader was staring at the woman on the screen—from his angle, he appeared to see those cold, frosty eyes of just a moment ago now clear after the rain, brimming with tenderness.

He seemed to see his steel-cold, icy heart, softening into water.

The entire aura around him had changed.

He felt all of that, and at that moment, a bold idea flashed through his mind.

It shocked him to his core!

When he looked at the television screen again, his eyelashes trembled slightly.

Could it be that the love poem Wen Xian was reciting, by a British poet on TV, was not random, but specifically intended for someone…?

Indeed—!

As this thought settled,

on the television screen, Wen Xian had finished reciting all the love poems.

But in the very last moment, as the poetry ended, she slowly lifted her gaze, looked at the camera, and with a heartfelt and moving line, said:

“I love you, LU.”

I love you, Lu.

At that moment—

There was a brief silence in the audience, which suddenly exploded…!

The audience screamed wildly, completely boiling over!

Meanwhile, in Qinghai, in the remote region of Kekexili.

In the grand hall there,

Lu Xiao just stared at that scene: “…”

[Brother Ji: My dears, this chapter is quite lengthy, equivalent to two updates. I excluded the 400 words of lyrics, and for a plot I’ve long anticipated, released it together. Love you all. This love poem is titled “How do I Love Thee” from Michael Hoppé’s single, very soothing, Brother Ji highly recommends.]