Listen, if he had anything to offer in exchange for Di Feisheng's complicity, he would have done that instead of just asking like this. It's not like he would allow himself to be this desperate, to feel like he's trying to traverse the relentless shifting muck of quicksand, if he saw any other way. But he has nothing in his hands or in reserve, no more tricks to string him along with or secrets to hand out like treats crumbs, nothing left to borrow from the future. It's not like a dinner date is going to cut it, for this.
He doesn't, actually, know why Di Feisheng is being so difficult. The man has done all sorts of violence to Fang Duobing, and now he's deciding to be considerate? Obviously it's not a fight he's afraid of; Li Lianhua knows Fang Duobing would be angry if he found out, but he also knows Di Feisheng would handle it without taking advantage of the boy's volatile emotions. Besides, he once convinced Fang Xiaobao to keep Di Feisheng in the dark about his entire identity, can't he just take it as evening the score? He really doesn't understand.
So he can only ask, and be denied. The finality of Di Feisheng's judgement is like a hand tightening around his throat; to tell Fang Xiaobao anything more than he already did-- it will do more harm than good, and Li Lianhua wanted nothing else but to be done with that. And oh, of course Di Feisheng won't hesitate for even a second, is already bringing out that hateful little device--
"Wai--," but Di Feisheng is already operating it, momentarily distracted with the unfamiliar object, and hey good news, it turns out there's some battle instincts left in Li Lianhua after all, kicking in almost without his active consideration. Swiftly as a snake he strikes at the other man's wrist with one hand, twists the device from his grasp with the other, then leans back and tosses the thing as far as he can into the waves. In the brief struggle, the slip of paper in his sleeve flutters to the sand beneath the edge of his cloak, unnoticed.
Li Lianhua is aware this doesn't solve anything. But it did feel good, if he's honest. Should Di Feisheng grace him with a second look after all that, all he can offer in return is an apologetic shrug.
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treatscrumbs, nothing left to borrow from the future. It's not like a dinnerdateis going to cut it, for this.He doesn't, actually, know why Di Feisheng is being so difficult. The man has done all sorts of violence to Fang Duobing, and now he's deciding to be considerate? Obviously it's not a fight he's afraid of; Li Lianhua knows Fang Duobing would be angry if he found out, but he also knows Di Feisheng would handle it without taking advantage of the boy's volatile emotions. Besides, he once convinced Fang Xiaobao to keep Di Feisheng in the dark about his entire identity, can't he just take it as evening the score? He really doesn't understand.
So he can only ask, and be denied. The finality of Di Feisheng's judgement is like a hand tightening around his throat; to tell Fang Xiaobao anything more than he already did-- it will do more harm than good, and Li Lianhua wanted nothing else but to be done with that. And oh, of course Di Feisheng won't hesitate for even a second, is already bringing out that hateful little device--
"Wai--," but Di Feisheng is already operating it, momentarily distracted with the unfamiliar object, and hey good news, it turns out there's some battle instincts left in Li Lianhua after all, kicking in almost without his active consideration. Swiftly as a snake he strikes at the other man's wrist with one hand, twists the device from his grasp with the other, then leans back and tosses the thing as far as he can into the waves. In the brief struggle, the slip of paper in his sleeve flutters to the sand beneath the edge of his cloak, unnoticed.
Li Lianhua is aware this doesn't solve anything. But it did feel good, if he's honest. Should Di Feisheng grace him with a second look after all that, all he can offer in return is an apologetic shrug.