You pretend it doesn't matter
In fact, it is heartbreaking
Not as strong as I imagined
Stand firm in the face of right and wrong
—Richie Jen, "There's Me"
At 5:30 pm, as soon as Bai Jiming walked out of the door of Kerry Hotel, Zhou Yang called him: "Hey, over here, there's a ride today." Several people come to Kerry every day to report, and what they fear most is the journey, which is too far. They all live near the school, and Kerry is on the north and south sides, spanning the entire S city. It takes two hours to go to work and two hours to get off work every day. Even Bai Jiming, who usually crosses the road to go to school, finds it a bit too much. When he heard that there was a ride, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and said as he followed Zhou Yang: "It's not easy."
Zhou Yang chuckled: "Okay, I know you get dizzy when you see a lot of people."
The two walked to the parking lot. The female teachers from the sports school, Zhao Henan and Luo Na, were already waiting there. When they saw them coming, they hurriedly said, "Hurry up, we're the only one waiting for you."
Bai Jiming took a few quick steps and said casually, "What's the matter, Sister Zhao, is your brother-in-law coming to pick you up?" When he turned around, he saw Liao Weixin leaning against the front of the car, looking at him with a smile.
Bai Jiming understood it at that time, but at this time, let alone refusing, even being a little slower would be extremely abnormal. Bai Jiming walked forward with gritted teeth, and heard Zhao Henan excitedly say: "You didn't expect it, Mr. Liao lives very close to us, and we can take his car home every day in the future."
Liao Weixin smiled faintly: "Yes, I realized when I sent you home that day that we are destined to be together."
"That's right. Xiaobai, what are you standing there for? Get in the car."
The three female teachers naturally sat in the back. Bai Jiming bit his lip, lowered his head, opened the car door, and slowly got in. Liao Weixin's voice came from his ears: "Jiming, fasten your seat belt." Luo Na said from the back: "Yes, yes. The traffic police are very strict now."
"There's nothing wrong with wearing seat belts, we're just not used to it. In Hong Kong movies, people sitting in the back have to wear them."
Bai Jiming mechanically pulled the belt, but it got stuck in the middle, and he tried to pull it without any movement. Liao Weixin beside him suddenly said, "Oh, this seat belt is a bit awkward, let me help you." Before Bai Jiming could react, Liao Weixin's body pressed over, one hand pressed on the backrest, and the other arm naturally stretched out to stretch the awkward seat belt.
Bai Jiming and Liao Weixin almost surrounded each other on the chair, so close that they could even feel each other's warm breath. That familiar warm feeling instantly hit Bai Jiming's heart beating violently, and he didn't dare to look, so he lowered his eyes and tilted his head.
Liao Weixin pretended to fasten his seat belt while watching Bai Jiming's translucent earlobes turn pink. He buckled the belt with a click, and "accidentally" touched his waist with his withdrawn hand. Seeing Bai Jiming tremble like a frightened rabbit, and the pink stain infecting his fair neck, he smiled in his heart, but said seriously: "Well, this is fine."
The female teachers behind him didn't notice the ambiguity at all, and couldn't see Bai Jiming's expression, they were just busy chatting. Liao Weixin was in a good mood, started the car, and slowly drove out of the parking lot.