I just want you to stay away
Has anyone ever told you that I care
Care about the distance of this city
— Chen Chusheng, "Has Anyone Told You?"
The next morning, Bai Jiming was about to put on his coat to go to work when he heard a knock on the door. It turned out to be the fast food restaurant downstairs, delivering freshly baked soy milk and fried dough sticks. The money had already been paid, and the waiter was just delivering the food to the place according to the customer's request.
Bai Jiming put down his coat, took a pair of scissors to cut open the plastic lid, poured the still steaming soy milk into the empty bowl, took a sip, and it warmed his stomach.
From that day on, all kinds of takeout were delivered to Bai Jiming on time, whether for breakfast or dinner. At 9 o'clock in the evening, Liao Weixin would call and chat for an hour.
In the silent room, I could only hear the gentle voice beside me, telling my own story. When I was a kid in the countryside at my grandmother's house, I would throw my shoes into the pot and steam them with the steamed buns; or I would secretly cut the girls' hair with scissors at school, learn martial arts and become sworn brothers with my good friends, or dye my hair and hold a cigarette to pretend to be a big brother. After college, I would organize class meetings and get-togethers, and ask all the elders I knew for sponsorship. When it comes to the funny parts, even Bai Jiming couldn't help laughing. It's hard to imagine that the mature and steady Liao Weixin can still have such a funny time.
Of course, there were also times when he mustered up the courage to travel to countless places but still failed to sell a single product, and there were also times when he made mistakes in judgment and investment, and his hard work of several years vanished overnight. However, Liao Weixin brushed them aside and even told Bai Jiming as a joke.
No matter what he said, Bai Jiming never responded. There were also a few nights when neither of them spoke, listening to each other's breathing, steady and long, seeping into their hearts bit by bit.
Then came Liao Weixin's deep and sincere voice: "Jiming, I love you."
The Olympic Games test matches were finally over, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief, shouting "Long live the Olympics". As for the official start of the Olympics next year, there is still at least a year to go, so we will see whether we are tired or not when the time comes.
The school gave the teachers and staff who participated in the test match a week off to make some adjustments. When Du Zicheng heard the news, he immediately told Bai Jiming not to make any appointments and to go hiking with him to see the maple leaves. Bai Jiming frowned: "You and Cheng Xiangyu should have fun, what am I going to do? Be a light bulb?"
Du Zicheng smiled: "It's because my Xiang Yu likes you that she is not afraid of you showing up. Just wait for my call at home, it will probably be in two days." Bai Jiming shrugged indifferently, threw the phone on the bed, put on his coat and went out to the supermarket.
He wanted to buy very few things, just necessities such as toilet paper, toothpaste, toothbrush, shampoo, soap, etc. It was a large three-story supermarket, and he finished shopping in just twenty minutes, paid his bills and went home.
When he reached the street corner, he suddenly saw several teenagers turning into the dark alley ahead. The school uniforms they wore looked very familiar. Bai Jiming walked over with his bag. Sure enough, they were the uniforms of the students in his sports school. A dozen tall and burly students were fighting around a teenager. Bai Jiming sighed to himself and shouted, "What are you doing!"
A tall man was punched in the face by the one being besieged, and he was furious. Someone came to meddle in his business, and he turned around and cursed: "What the hell does your mother care about you, get out..." Before he could finish the rest of the words, he could already tell that it was Bai Jiming. He was so scared that he hurried forward to pull away his accomplice: "Stop hitting, stop hitting, teacher, teacher."