In fact, when Tang You found this place just now, she saw a row of luxury cars parked in front of the store, but she often saw such marked parking areas in front of stores, so she didn't think too much about it.
Now, looking at the decoration and furnishings in the store again, she realized that this was not the kind of auto repair shop she had imagined.
Tang You was extremely embarrassed, and he pushed his bicycle and apologized: "I'm sorry, it was my mistake."
Zhou Qinyao stood there looking at her, as if trying to discern the truth in her words.
The evening breeze blew, and the girl's back looked very immature and a little at a loss. She looked like she wanted to escape quickly, as if she really didn't know that bicycles could not be repaired here.
Perhaps it was because the wind was too soft at the time that Zhou Qinyao could rarely muster a bit of patience.
He stopped her somehow: "Wait."
Tang You stopped walking obediently, but did not dare to look back.
After a while, Zhou Qinyao came over from behind, picked up her little pink car with one hand, and asked calmly:
"What's broken?"
Tang You looked at him cautiously, making sure that he really didn't mean to hit her, and then whispered back: "The bicycle chain fell off."
“…” It’s just a trivial matter.
AS Club is a well-known sports car modification site in the district and a favorite place for wealthy people. They are keen on upgrading and modifying their luxury cars and motorcycles in various ways, and then enjoy the thrill of racing.
Zhou Qinyao works here. Although he is just an ordinary technician, he has become a celebrity in the store because of his superb modification skills and amazing looks.
There are many customers who come to her to modify their cars, and even more of them are beautiful women.
But he was indifferent to everyone. Once a young rich woman wanted to give him a car, with the intention of supporting him, but he cursed her out and drove her away.
Zhou Qinyao seemed to be uninterested in money and women, the two things men love most.
Colleagues in the store were already used to him being like this, so when they suddenly saw him carrying a women's bicycle back to the store and carefully winding up the chain, they were all stunned.
"Who is this girl? Brother Yao is repairing her bicycle?"
"I don't know, I've never seen it!"
Someone came running over after hearing the news:
"Where are you? I heard that Mrs. Yao is here."
"Shh... keep your voice down!"
The bunch of men thought they were whispering, but they didn't know that Tang You who was standing at the door heard all their words.
Her cheeks felt a little hot, and she couldn't help but cool them with her hands, trying to cover it up. The moment she raised her hands, her eyes inadvertently fell on the man in the store.
He half-knelt in front of the bicycle, carefully repairing the bicycle chain with tools. He was very serious. The incandescent light in the room shone on the side of his face, cutting out a perfect line.
I used to think his front face was stunning, but now, his profile is really eye-catching, clear and unruly, with both youthful heroism and mature sexiness.
The Creator blended the two together to create this face that will make every girl's heart beat faster.
In light of the ambiguous discussions just now, Tang You's heart was pounding and he lowered his eyes inexplicably feeling guilty.
A little sweat seeped out of the palms of my hands, making them stick together damply.
Tang You didn't know what was wrong with him, but he felt that suddenly, something in the deepest corner of his heart quietly stirred up waves.
This feeling is something I have never experienced before.
Subtle and difficult to control.
After a few minutes, Zhou Qinyao took out the bicycle and placed it in front of her.
"alright."
The chain that had been hanging down just now was now completely tightened. Tang You took the bike over, holding the handlebars with his wet palms, lowered his head, and said softly, "Thank you, how much?"
"No need." Zhou Qinyao looked indifferent and turned around.
"Wait, wait a minute." Tang You saw him about to leave and quickly stopped him.
She had prepared the words all night but hadn't even said them yet. If she just let him go like that, it would be a waste of her trip.
Zhou Qinyao turned around: "Anything else?"
His voice was low and had a natural charm. Tang You had prepared a lot of drafts, but was suddenly disturbed by his lazy magnetism.
What was my first sentence going to be
How could I forget...
Zhou Qinyao looked at her.
Tang You felt the doubt in the man's eyes, and her palms couldn't help but sweat more. She clearly wanted to explain the whole story of yesterday's misunderstanding, but at this moment, not only was her heart beating fast, but her mouth was thirsty for no reason.
She lowered her head in panic: "I misunderstood you yesterday."
He paused for less than three seconds: "Sorry, goodbye."
After saying that, he got on his bike, turned around and left.
Zhou Qinyao:
She was stunned by the girl's sudden apology, but before she could recover from her soft voice, there was another sound behind her.
All the passers-by around looked towards the place where the noise came from, and Zhou Qinyao inevitably turned back as well.
Then: “…”
Tang You didn't expect that he would fall down after riding less than 20 meters.
She didn't notice there was a pothole at the intersection, and the car swayed twice. She couldn't control it, and both the car and herself fell to the ground.
Tang You has been taking the bus to school since fifth grade. Perhaps it was because he hadn't ridden a bike in a long time that he forgot the feel of a bicycle.
She pushed the bike away that was pressing on her legs and tried to stand up, but she found that she had fallen quite hard and her knees hurt a little.
Just as she was wondering where to get the strength to stand up, a pair of hands reached out and pulled her up.
Tang You was stunned for a second, then looked up in surprise, and heard Zhou Qinyao say with a half-smile:
"How can you fall off a bicycle?"
Another layer of meaning is like saying, why are you so stupid
She looked so embarrassed after falling in front of everyone, and now he said this to her. Tang You felt inexplicably aggrieved and angry.
I came here just to apologize to him.
She didn't know there was a pit at the corner.
She said nothing, shook off the man's warm palm, and stubbornly snatched back the bicycle. Although her knees hurt a little, she still limped along, holding on to the bicycle, and slowly walked towards home.
Zhou Qinyao: …
Are you angry
An old lady who had just finished square dancing passed by and glanced at Zhou Qinyao with eyes that looked like she was looking at a heartless man: "You're going too far."
The aunt's little sister also followed suit and said, "The little girl fell down, do you know how to help her back up?"
Zhou Qinyao, the unfaithful man who was criticized/struggled against: "… "
Well, I really owe her.
Shaking his head, he quickly followed and pulled the car back from the girl.
Tang You was stunned: "What are you doing?"
"Where do you live?"
"… "
Slowly she realized that the other party seemed to want to send her home. Surprised, Tang You couldn't help but feel a little sorry for her recent anger.
Obviously someone was kind enough to help her up.
In fact, if she thought about it calmly, she was angry with herself. Why did she fall in front of him and he saw it
The little girl apologized and said in a low voice: "No, I—"
There were people coming and going at the crossroads. Zhou Qinyao didn't wait for her to finish her words before he took a long step and got on the bicycle. Then he roughly pulled Tang You to the back seat and pressed her head down to sit down: "Hold tight."
…Hold, hold tight
I was pushed into the back seat of the car without any preparation, and our bodies were pressed against each other with a slight collision.
A white light flashed in Tang You's brain, and she suddenly sat up straight like a bell. Her heart was beating like a drum, and her ears were burning. How could she dare to touch a man's waist
She gripped the back seat with her ten fingers and spoke in a voice so low that she couldn't even hear it: "No, I'll just hold on here."
"Okay, whatever you say." The man responded lazily and stepped on the pedal.
He was very strong and the bicycle rushed out at once. Tang You was pushed back and subconsciously hugged his waist.
"… "
The slap in the face came so quickly.
Tang You was extremely embarrassed, but Zhou Qinyao rode the bicycle with the momentum of a motorcycle. She didn't even dare to pull her hand back, for fear that she would be thrown out if she was not careful.
So she could only carefully slide her hands down from his waist and grasp the corners of his clothes on both sides.
Facing the wind, the man felt the girl's little movement and curled his lips slightly. After a while, he threatened her seriously:
"If you don't tell me where you live, I'll take you back to my house."
“… I’ll tell you what I’ll tell you.”
No. 7 Huaishu Street, in front of Tang You’s villa.
Zhou Qinyao finally stopped, and Tang You stood up from the back seat, suppressing his heartbeat that had been racing all the way:
"Thank you."
Then he remembered something and added, "Hello, my name is Tang You, and my friends call me Youyou."
Zhou Qinyao nodded, also quite casually: "Zhou Qinyao."
After the two of them introduced themselves awkwardly but politely, there was no more conversation. After a few seconds of silence, Zhou Qinyao raised his chin and motioned Tang You to come in.
Indeed, she was crazier tonight than any other day in the past, and she was in urgent need of a space to calm down.
So after saying goodbye, Tang You turned and went in.
Only after the girl went in did Zhou Qinyao raise his head and look around the place where she lived.
—No. 7 Huaishu Street.
What a coincidence, he lives just opposite me.
But Zhou Qinyao knew very well that although they were close, they were not from the same world. Everyone knew that Huaishu Street was famous for being separated by a street and clearly divided.
He withdrew his gaze, crossed the road and returned to the alley across the street. Suddenly, the cell phone in his pocket rang. Seeing the caller ID, Zhou Qinyao hesitated for a long time before picking up the phone.
The person on the other end of the phone called out affectionately—"Brother."
Zhou Qinyao paused and hummed vaguely as a response.
He basically didn't say anything, just listened to what the other party was saying. Soon, his expression turned ugly, his eyes were cold and sharp, and in the end, he seemed to be impatient and forcibly interrupted the call:
"It has nothing to do with me, don't call me again."
…
This phone call made Zhou Qinyao feel inexplicably irritated.
It has been two years since he came to City C after graduating from college, and two years since he left that home. In these two years, he has done many things he has never done before. He got tattoos, drove fast, and even fought and bled, venting his emotions in the most crazy way possible.
After the madness, I slowly learned to let go and return to inner peace.
Although he doesn't have much money now, he is content with having enough food and drink to live on his own.
But the thorn in his heart would pop up from time to time, like it did tonight, and prick him hard, making him irritated.
Zhou Qinyao subconsciously touched the chain on his chest.
The metal was cold, just like his heart, it had long lost any warmth.
He habitually reached for the cigarette box in his pocket, and at that moment, the sound of a melodious piano suddenly came to his ears.
The sound of the cello was low and gentle, deep and lingering. Zhou Qinyao recognized it as soon as he heard it - it was a cello, and it was playing his favorite Schumann's "Dreamy"
He was stunned for a moment and couldn't help looking back, trying to find where the piano sound came from.
Soon, he saw a figure.
Across the street, in a warm yellow room, a girl sits by the window, pressing the strings with her left hand and pulling the bow with her right hand. Her graceful figure is reflected under the light, and the white curtains are gently blown by the wind, bringing out a light and warm melody.
The song is dreamy and the people themselves are dreamy as well.
Zhou Qinyao leaned against the sycamore tree, lit the cigarette in his hand and took a puff.
The girl has a solid foundation in playing the violin. Her music is steady, powerful and gripping, and her emotional handling is also delicate and gentle, flowing slowly and gently.
He suppressed all his anxiety and boredom.
The street lights were dim and Huaishu Street was unusually quiet at this moment, with only the sound of piano, the evening breeze, and them.
After looking at the girl at the second-floor window for a long time, Zhou Qinyao suddenly felt emotional.
When she fell down in front of him in a mess at night, he really thought that this girl was just a little girl, the kind that had not yet fully developed. But now, the breeze filled with music, giving Zhou Qinyao a different and subtle feeling -
After living for twenty-three years, he was actually attracted by a woman's piano playing for the first time.
Zhou Qinyao began to recall the nickname the girl had just mentioned when she introduced herself.
Is there
He smiled.
Hmm, that's interesting.