Honglu Street was bustling with people and filled with loud music. Jiang Ji was still singing, so Qin Qingzhuo asked the driver to find a secluded place on the street to park the car.
He asked the driver to go back first, opened the car window a little, and took a short nap while waiting for Jiang Ji.
This sleep was very light, like I was asleep, but also like I wasn't asleep. When I opened my eyes, the surroundings had become completely quiet without knowing when.
All the bars on the street were closed. The streets were quiet. Stray cats were swaggering across the alleys. Compared with the previously noisy bar street, it seemed like two completely different worlds.
Qin Qingzhuo pushed the door and got out of the car. The night wind blew in his face. He wrapped himself in his coat and walked towards Honglu Street.
Still drunk and dizzy, he turned into Honglu Street and saw two people, one tall and one short, walking under a street lamp not far ahead, their shadows stretched out very long.
The night was as cool as water. Jiang Ji was wearing a black sweatshirt and black trousers, holding a large plastic bag in his left hand and a bottle of mineral water in his right hand.
Jiang Bei, who was walking beside him, looked like he had just had his hair cut, with a neat mushroom-like top. His height was just up to Jiang Ji's waist, and he was fiddling with something with his head down.
Maybe because he was drunk, Qin Qingzhuo suddenly wanted to give Jiang Ji a surprise... or maybe it was a shock.
He lightened his steps and quickened his pace to catch up with the two people in front.
When he got close to Jiang Ji, he stretched out his hand and was about to pat Jiang Ji's shoulder, but Jiang Ji suddenly loosened his hands. As the plastic bag and mineral water fountain fell to the ground with a dull sound, Qin Qingzhuo had been grabbed by his arm and pushed against the wall.
Qin Qingzhuo was almost half sober when his back was against the wall - Jiang Ji's reaction was really beyond his expectations, and... the strength of his hand was indeed amazing.
Qin Qingzhuo felt a sharp pain in his wrist, as if it was almost broken, and he took a deep breath.
Seeing that the person in front of him was Qin Qingzhuo, Jiang Ji immediately relaxed his grip: "...Does it hurt?"
"… Not bad." Qin Qingzhuo said. In fact, he felt that the pain was almost the same as the last time he was hit by Uncle Sui, but he was too embarrassed to say it. This matter was originally his own fault. It is indeed easy to lose IQ when drunk.
Jiang Ji pulled his wrist closer and examined it carefully. The place where he had just pinched was slightly red. He frowned and said, "Don't pat me from behind like this in the future. It's too dangerous."
Qin Qingzhuo smiled bitterly and said, "I didn't expect you to have such a big reaction."
After saying this, he realized that the reason why Jiang Ji had such a reaction was probably because those debt collectors often appeared out of nowhere to besiege him. Thinking of this, he felt a little sorry for Jiang Ji.
"Uncle Sui... and those few people," Qin Qingzhuo asked, "have they come to see you recently?"
"No." Jiang Ji checked his wrist and did not let go. He gently rolled up his sleeve along his arm and looked at it carefully. The swelling had subsided from the place where the iron rod hit him, but the bruise had not completely disappeared.
He raised his eyes and looked at Qin Qingzhuo: "Does it still hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt anymore." Qin Qingzhuo smiled. He realized that Jiang Ji seemed to have just had his hair cut. He probably went to get his hair cut with Jiang Bei. The shortness was not noticeable, but it just looked a little cleaner.