When I got home I took a shower.
Originally, three days of fishing and two days of drying nets and applying body lotion, but today I took out the white tea-flavored jar from under the scrub and put it on a high place where it can be seen at a glance, reminding myself to keep it in mind.
Rubbing my ears with a cotton swab and returning to the bedroom, I picked up the phone at the end of the bed and found that Lu had sent me a message.
It is a night scene photo, the light spots on the opposite bank are reflected on the water, like the Milky Way.
I zoomed in and researched like a straight man, and made sure it was the shore of Xilin Lake, so I saved it into the album and typed: Are you off work
He said: Hmm.
I asked: Did you not take a taxi back
Him: I want to go for a walk.
I said: digestion
He said: still hungry.
Me: Haven't you had dinner
Him: Not in time.
I watched myself type out an impulsive line: I'll treat you to a late-night snack.
At this moment I don't know if I'm joking or making a serious proposal.
His reaction was expected: Now
I followed the trend: can't you
Lu said: It's very late.
I looked sideways at myself with the mask on in the full-length mirror, and woke up a bit: Yes, I have also removed my makeup.
He is still typing: Will I invite you to lunch tomorrow
My heart beat faster, because of this unexpected invitation, I wrinkled my face: Huh
He learns how to speak: can't he
My fault, I did a bad demonstration first, but I still don't know how to properly circle: OK, OK.
He expected me to have a turning point: but
My mask keeps shifting: I'm not mentally prepared yet.
He quoted me asking him for a late-night snack: So this is
I lie back in bed and fill a hole for myself: the test.
He replied with a "I surrender, I surrender" cat paw emoji, always with a good temper: So have I passed the test
I tear off the mask that has long been out of shape: Hmm.
He added: "It doesn't matter if you refuse.
I don't: I agree.
Lu's typing state stopped for a second, as if digesting my inconsistency, he wanted to raise it before suppressing it.
He continued: I'll see where to go.
Ask again: What do you like to eat
After realizing it, I also quoted the sentence he wanted to invite me to lunch, and pretended to be vigilant: This is not your test for me, right
He doesn't: No, it's your second test for me.
Him: Thank you for agreeing.
I put the phone back on my face, ecstatic.
After chatting a few more words, Lu said he was home, I checked the time, it was past zero, I asked him to do his own business, and the rest would be discussed tomorrow. After saying good night to each other, I remembered an important link, stopped in the chat interface and asked: How old are you
He said: 27.
Me: Ok.
He was puzzled: why suddenly asked the age
Me: Decided how I will clean up tomorrow.
He sent the cat surrendering emoji again.
I found out that every time this guy posts this surrender cat, he is most likely laughing like a sticker.
Before going to bed, I couldn't calm down, so I reviewed my chat with Lu all day. After reading it, it was already one o'clock and my cheeks were sore, and I found that he updated his Moments.
Still a song, "Insomnia Flight"
I raised my lips and looked at the lyrics, and I looped the song for an unknown number of times.
The next day, I dragged out ten sets of clothes from the closet and tried them on one by one. I was not satisfied, but there were no more options. I could only wear the skirt that I was quite satisfied with. Before catching the subway, I washed my hair at the barber shop at the entrance of the community, and asked the stylist to blow me an air roll.
After more than an hour of being absent-minded, I went to the appointment on time at noon.
The meeting place was in a shopping mall near my company, gate 1. I walked there. I didn't have time, so I didn't walk fast, but my heart was still beating like a race.
I struggled to breathe evenly.
Today is Friday, it's sunny. Although it's a working day, our business district never has time to spare, and every outlet is always overcrowded.
Crossing the sidewalk, I stopped at the curb, bowed my head and sent a message to Lu: I'm here.
He just texted me ten minutes ago: I'm leaving.
Our messages appear in the chat box at the same time—
I asked: what are you wearing
He said: I am at the door.
Lu Hui: White shirt.
I walked there, recognizing every white-clad man passing by the exit, but Lu was supposed to be still.
SOS, I was so nervous that I became the headless fly that walked out of the carriage yesterday looking for someone.
At this time, he called.
The bell also lifted my heart to my throat. I picked it up, and just as he was about to speak, he had already said, "I think I may have seen you."
"You look forward."
This sound, like a lighthouse beam in a sea of people, I opened my eyes and looked at the direction he suggested. In the field of vision, a tall and thin boy waved at me, my brain buzzed, it is difficult to describe the feeling of this second with only "surprise", I almost squinted my eyes subconsciously, it has nothing to do with the sunlight , has nothing to do with the glass reflector of the commercial building, only his appearance. He quickened his pace and walked towards me. This scene was like watching a Korean drama, soft light, slow motion, and I came to the center of the picture.
I was held in place by the roaring heartbeat debuff, unable to move, almost suffocating.
He stopped in front of me and called me: "kiki."
Calm and determined, not like confirming identity, as if we already knew each other.
His voice was actually slightly different from the one on the phone, more realistic, clearer, but still pleasant to the ears.
I nodded, realizing that I no longer had to hide my name, and told him, "Just call me Qi Miao."
Because of my work, I need to face the client directly, so the situation of fear of the eyes basically does not appear to me.
Even if I feel the temperature is growing wildly towards the base of my ears.
I was roasted by his gaze, or rather, he just watched, enough to make me finish self-heating.
Lu must not be short-sighted, because his eyes are very bright.
Then he changed his name: "Qi Miao."
He pursed the corners of his lips shallowly: "It's a little weird."
For the first time I know that someone can smile so dazzlingly without showing their teeth.
Is he really that good looking? Or is it dopamine glorification, or is the weather too good? He looks so perfect, like a summer boyfriend in a love-themed movie, young, bright, with dedicated eyes, fluffy bangs, and thick eyelashes that make people want to reach out and touch.
I couldn't look away: "You're not the first to say this."
He exchanged his full name: "Lu Chengze."
I read along: "Lu Chengze."
He gave a "um", his nasal voice was a little serious, then he rubbed his nose uncomfortably, and coughed, as if he was shouting for someone in a big class, and he lost his temper after shouting.
Damn juvenile feeling, damn it on a 27-year-old man.
How can I not make people's minds rippling, the corners of my lips are on the verge of losing control: "What is the success and what is the rule? I'll go back and change the remarks."
He replied: "If you succeed, you will be a king, and if you fail, you will be a captive."
I commented old-fashioned: wow, very ambitious. "
For the first time after we met, he showed a big expression, still smiling, more handsome and infectious than pursing his lips.
"Actually not," he said. "What my parents thought at the time was not to follow the rules and not to make a circle."
I said, "Then are you a man of the rules?"
He probably didn't expect that I would follow along and asked, and he was stuck: "Should?"
I still looked at him: "But you don't look good at all."
He finally turned his face away with a smile, showing a little bit of shyness, a little bit of restraint, a little bit of self-satisfaction and helplessness unique to big boys.
Yes, boy, Lu himself is actually a little bit different from the online chat. In the chat, he seems to be more active and has a sense of control. There are too many "men" in the medium, but when facing him in real life, my The brain automatically replaces the keyword and becomes "boy".
When he turned around, he turned slightly serious: "Should I say thank you or explain something."
He knew his own advantages and did not shy away from them, but he was unstoppable, giving me the illusion that I had the upper hand and could hold him.
So I deliberately asked: "Explain what?"
He said: "My irregularities. I don't want to give you that first impression."
I explained for him: "The genetic problem, you can't help yourself."
He laughed again.
I laughed as long as he laughed. But I have to carry it a bit more, and I can't be too outspoken or stupid. Is it possible to exercise and thin my face by engaging in a relationship between men and women, so there is no scientist to take this as a subject