The gradually gathering dusk was left far behind by the speeding motorcycle.
The evening breeze was gentle and slightly cool, and it felt very comfortable blowing on the body. Qin Qingzhuo took a deep breath.
The last time I sat behind Jiang Ji was when I was rushing to meet Ji Chi late at night. Apart from being anxious, I didn’t have the mind to think about anything else.
But now, he was relaxed and fully enjoyed the ride. He felt that he had not been in such a good mood since he broke up with Ji Chi.
He wanted to chat, so he started chatting with Jiang Ji: "When did you write the lyrics of "Daytime Roar"?"
At first Jiang Ji didn't respond, so he was about to give up, but he didn't expect Jiang Ji to answer him after a while: "The high school entrance examination is over."
"So early?"
"Um."
Jiang Ji's voice was not very loud, and it was all suppressed by the helmet, so Qin Qingzhuo had to get closer to hear it.
"Your high school entrance exam results were pretty good, right?" Qin Qingzhuo asked again.
Jiang Ji didn't answer this time.
After a long while, Qin Qingzhuo spoke again: "Jiang Ji, I don't know what happened to you, but I have a feeling that things will slowly get better."
Jiang Ji looked straight ahead and still did not respond.
That bloated, sour, indescribable feeling seemed to surge up in my chest again.
He gripped the handlebars of the motorcycle tightly, looked straight ahead with his eyes pressed under the brim of the helmet, and slowed down.
"I'm sorry." He said suddenly.
"Huh?" Qin Qingzhuo almost suspected that he had heard it wrong.
"In the last game..." Jiang Ji frowned and stopped talking halfway.
When he mentioned "the last game", Qin Qingzhuo knew where the "sorry" came from.
He suddenly felt like laughing. It was really difficult for Jiang Ji to ask someone who was not used to saying "thank you" to say "sorry".
But he held back his laughter and just said teasingly: "You can actually say sorry too."
"It's okay," Qin Qingzhuo said softly after a moment, "Jiang Ji, I forgive you."
More than ten minutes later, as the motorcycle tilted slightly as it drove into Honglu Street, its speed became slower and slower, and finally it stopped next to the Honglu Bar.
Qin Qingzhuo stepped out of the car, took off his helmet and stood aside, looking at the narrow street.
I didn't realize it when I came here before, but Honglu Xiejie is actually very beautiful in the twilight. The trees on both sides of the old street are lush and leafy, revealing an undecorated and vigorous vitality. At this moment, the bars on the street have not yet turned on the dazzling flashing lights. The dim street lights are reflected on the green leaves, making the whole alley particularly quiet. You can almost hear the leaves rustling in the wind.
Jiang Ji took off his helmet and hung it on the handlebars, then pushed the motorcycle to the wall. While stepping on the support frame, he held the handlebars of the motorcycle with both hands and lifted it up. The motorcycle was quite heavy, and the veins on his well-muscled forearms bulged due to the force.
As he raised the motorcycle, he looked towards the alley next to the Honglu Bar. In an instant, all the muscles in his body tensed up in alertness.
The alley was dimly lit, and nothing could be seen except the uneven outline of the wall, but Jiang Ji instinctively realized that someone was hiding there. He stood up, and his eyes turned a little gloomy as he looked in that direction.