When Jiang Xuemei and Jiang Yimang arrived in City S, Yi Hui had just finished an unpleasant dinner with Zhou Jinheng.
The car was already ready at the door. Yi Hui was in a hurry so he didn’t refuse. He sat in the back seat and waited for a while and no one came up. He stuck his head out and saw Zhou Jinheng explaining something to the driver standing beside the car, and then turned to Yi Hui. Said: "I have other things, so I won't go with you to pick up my aunt."
Yi Hui didn't want him to go with him at first, but he knew very well that Zhou Jinheng deliberately arranged it like this. What can he do at night
The car slowly drove up the road and merged into the traffic. Yi Hui looked out from the rear window. Zhou Jinheng was still standing there and watching him go away. He was still tall and straight, but in the darkness he looked lonely and lonely.
Lu Yihui sometimes opened his eyes and closed his eyes, and the mottled and shattered glass light and shadow were still wandering in front of his eyes, which reminded him of the last time he walked into this restaurant, he was with Zhou Jinheng.
At that time, he was twenty-three years old, and Zhou Jinheng was nineteen years old. He had just confirmed his marriage under the witness of the priest.
It was the happiest day in his last life. He thought he knew what love was, and secretly made preparations to spend a lifetime with Zhou Jinheng. Only in the later discussions did he realize that happiness was not achieved by witnessing from everyone, nor by sacrifice. will surely be rewarded.
The past is the past, and karma also pays attention to first come and last arrival. The pain he felt at the time could not be felt by others, and now the "love" in his mouth cannot reach his heart through the eardrum.
Jiang Xuemei had a meticulous full-body examination the next morning when she was admitted to a cancer specialist hospital in S City.
The result is a heart problem. Under the impact of chemotherapy and various stimulant drugs, the organ's ability to withstand is weakened, thereby causing various physical discomforts.
After adjusting the medicine and treatment plan, within three days, the symptoms were relieved a lot, and Jiang Xuemei's face was also bloody.
"Thanks to that friend of yours," Jiang Xuemei said while holding Yi Hui's hand, "When we are discharged from the hospital, our family of three will come to the door to thank you."
Yi Hui said, "No, he's busy. He said yesterday that he'll come to see you when he's free."
The second half of the sentence was nonsense. Fortunately, Jiang Xuemei didn't plan to ask any more questions, but only asked about her surname. Yi Hui's mind got stuck when he lied, and he hesitated for a long time, but he still told the truth that his surname was Zhou.
Before leaving, Jiang Yimang pulled him aside and asked in a low voice, "It's not him again, is it?"
Yi Hui pretended to be dumbfounded: "He? What him? Who?"
As soon as Jiang Yimang saw his awkward performance, he knew that it was not good. He patted his forehead and said, "I, Jiang Yimang, have been smart all my life.
The younger sister couldn't hide it, Yi Hui chose to say something irrelevant, or made Jiang Yimang snot and tears, and asked Yi Hui if he was a Bodhisattva who came to save all beings.
Thinking that she had used a similar metaphor to describe her, Yi Hui smiled: "I'm not a Bodhisattva, I'm your brother."
Jiang Yimang hugged him and shouted "Brother Bodhisattva" several times, then wiped his tears, took out what looked like a flashlight from his pocket, and couldn't help but put it in his hand: "This is the end of the matter, self-preservation is the best. I will use it for the time being. If you don't have this thing, brother, take it for self-defense, I don't believe that the surnamed Zhou tried his best to tie you to his side and didn't want to do anything."
That day, Yi Hui was in a hurry to step back on the 12-hour line, and didn't bother to study what Jiang Yimang gave.
When the temperature dropped again next week, he took out the jacket he had worn once, and shook it to put it on before going from indoors to outdoors. With a click, something fell out of his pocket.
Tang Wenxi picked it up first, and looked at the cylindrical object with a smile, "You are too cute, classmate Jiang. I asked you to buy a wolf-proof stick, but you actually bought it."
Yi Hui was speechless, the blushing and mature shrimp, without his coat, walked out the door angrily.
Tang Wenxi often travels between the capital and S City these days. Two times before, I came to the seminar with the professor. I don’t know why I came this time. I accompanied Yi Hui to the hospital to see Jiang Xuemei, and then I wandered around idly. , he shook his head and yawned again: "No, I didn't want to paint because I came all the way here."
Intuition told Yi Hui that it might have something to do with the surnamed Yang, and sure enough, when it was lunchtime, Tang Wenxi answered a call, took out the jacket from his bag and put it over him, and said with a smile, "If you want to guard against wolves, wear me This dress is enough." He pointed to the eye-catching restaurant sign across the street, "I've reserved a seat there, you can eat, I haven't digested my breakfast yet, so I'm going to eat first."
Yi Hui entered the restaurant inexplicably, and sat down before he had time to get his clothes on.
It was made by Tang Wenxi himself. When the zipper was pulled to the top, the huge word "good luck" could be spelled out on the chest. The sequins and rivets were all hand-sewn. Anti-wolf.
He guessed that Tang Wenxi should have an appointment with Yang Chengxuan here, but as a result, he was let go, and the clothes he made by himself were not sent out. This is Yang Chengxuan's hometown. He is about to go abroad. Before leaving, he could neither wish him good luck nor make a scumbag face. It was really frustrating, no wonder he couldn't eat.
Yi Hui also lost his energy, and he didn't have any appetite for the luxurious meal he had ordered.
He was not used to using knives and forks, so he managed to cut a piece of steak and put it into his mouth.
Zhou Jinheng was also ordered in danger and was sent by someone.
Yang Chengxuan said on the phone: "I really can't make it. He hung up on me. I don't know if he will go. If he is there, apologize to me. If he is not, you can eat by yourself."
Before coming, Zhou Jinheng said disdainfully, "Who cares about you having a meal", but seeing Yi Hui competing with steak in the seat from a distance, he immediately forgot what he had said, and strode over to sit down , he forgot what he was here for.
At first, there was nothing to say, the two of them ate with their heads down, and when a plate of desserts with a few roses as decoration came to the table, the waiter asked if he wanted to read the oath for the two of them. Yi Hui was the first to say no, and after the waiter left, he Nanedi explained: "This was booked by my friend, I didn't know it was like this."
Zhou Jinheng nodded and said calmly, "Well, me too."
This meal was quiet, there was no confrontation, and there was no undercurrent. Even when Yi Hui was in it, he couldn't imagine that he and Zhou Jinheng would be able to sit face to face like this just to fill their stomachs.
After Fan Bi got up and went out, Yi Hui lowered his head and pulled the zipper as he walked forward. When he looked up, he suddenly bumped into Zhou Jinheng, who had stopped waiting for him. The belt behind the windbreaker was hanging on the rivets on Yi Hui's chest. , With the help of the clerk, I pulled out the belt and finally separated it.
Zhou Jinheng turned his head, his eyes fell on the strange jewelry on his chest, Yi Hui was still panting, thinking that his entire face was on Zhou Jinheng's shoulder just now, and the earlobe that rubbed against the skin on the back of his neck became hotter.
After walking for a while on the sidewalk after going out, Yi Hui straightened the sequin burr that had been hooked off on his belt, and was about to return it to Zhou Jinheng when an old woman on the side of the road stopped him.
"Come here, young man, the old woman will tell your fortune for you."
There were few pedestrians on the road at noon, Yi Hui looked left and right, then turned his hand to himself: "Me?"
The old woman in the floral vest smiled and nodded.
Perhaps it was because the old woman looked kind, not like a liar, Yi Hui walked over and spread her palms for her to see.
In just half a minute, she frowned for a while, then stretched her brows into a smile, and finally patted Yi Hui's palm with her skinny hand: "Good boy, suffering is only temporary, and crossing over is a smooth journey."
Maybe because he looked pure and good deceit, Yi Hui was stopped by a fortune teller while walking on the road in his last life, and he even heard the same thing.
However, strange things like rebirth happened to him. Yi Huining believed it. He reached into his pocket and took out a few banknotes. Just as he was about to draw one and hand it to the old lady to thank her for her blessing, a slender and beautiful hand first He stretched out one step: "Help me take a look too."
It was Zhou Jinheng, Zhou Jinheng who had never cared about these feudal superstitions before.
Yi Hui moved to the side to make room for him. He originally thought that the old woman would look at it for a while before drawing a conclusion, but she didn't expect her to round her eyes and gasped exaggeratedly: "Looking at this, it should be rich and noble. The appearance, but blood is hidden in it, I am afraid that it will be resolved only after going through a life-and-death experience."
On the way back, Yi Hui said to Zhou Jinheng who was driving: "Fortune-telling on the street is not credible, so don't take what that old woman said to heart."
Zhou Jinheng was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at him, his lips slightly raised: "It's okay, I'm not afraid."
Hearing this answer, Yi Hui regretted it again. Even if he was dull, he could hear the joy in Zhou Jinheng's tone, he must have thought he was worried about him.
Yi Hui thought that he was just out of a repayment mentality. Palm reading is his starting point, no one will be happy to hear such a curse-like remark, just to clear the responsibility.
"And—" Zhou Jinheng turned his eyes, looked ahead, and continued on his own accord, "Someone once told me that my life line is very long and long, and my life is safe and smooth. It's just that the love line is a little short, and it broke at the beginning. already."
Speaking of this, the words stopped, as if waiting for someone to ask curiously. Of course, Yi Hui didn't ask. After his eyelids jumped, he hurriedly lowered his brows and closed his eyes, pretending not to hear and intending to fool around as usual.
Zhou Jinheng smiled, no one asked, he still said the rest of the sentence: "But it doesn't matter, where it is broken, I will connect the line from where it came from."