Yang Zhao looked at Chen Mingsheng, and there seemed to be something in his eyes that he could no longer hide.
Chen Mingsheng held onto the corner of the table and wanted to stand up, but Xue Miao grabbed Yang Zhao's arm first.
Xue Miao looked at Yang Zhao with a faint smile, and said, "Let's leave here first."
Yang Zhao opened his mouth, and Xue Miao said in a low voice, "You can't be treated like a monkey here. Let's leave first, and you can contact again later."
Yang Zhao turned his head to look, and the people around him became more interested in watching the play because of Xue Miao's appearance. Yang Zhao lowered his eyebrows and said lightly, "...um."
Xue Miao led Yang Zhao away from the food stall. Along the way, Yang Zhao didn't look back.
Chen Mingsheng's hand holding the table turned slightly white. He clenched his fingers tightly, but finally let go.
Song Hui looked at the situation, and said aside: "Brother Sheng, don't be blinded by her. She—"
Halfway through his speech, he suddenly stopped.
Chen Mingsheng was looking at him.
Look at him quietly.
He didn't speak, nor did he show any expression, but that kind of gaze made Song Hui half sober in an instant.
Jiang Qing was taken aback, and hurried out to smooth things over, saying: "It's okay, it's okay, my sister-in-law may have misunderstood—" She looked at Chen Mingsheng, and said, "Brother Sheng, it was our mistake, but it's okay, look at sister-in-law She's fine, just coax her."
Chen Mingsheng lowered his head, took out his wallet from his trouser pocket, took out 200 yuan and put it on the table, and said flatly, "Song Hui, I've invited you for this dinner. It's a thank you for your help before. I'm leaving first."
After speaking, Chen Mingsheng stood up, took his crutches and left.
Song Hui didn't seem to have recovered from the gaze just now. When he woke up and saw the two hundred yuan on the table, he was stunned for a moment, and then cursed to the side: "—fuck!"
Jiang Qing said: "It's alright, it's alright, everyone is gone, don't be sullen."
Song Hui's face was flushed from drinking, and he refused to accept it: "I didn't fucking harm him!"
Jiang Qing said: "That's right, we just know it's good for him. Come on, drink some water to calm down." She poured a glass of water for Song Hui, and said, "Actually, it has nothing to do with us. Just live your own life."
Song Hui took a sip of water, swallowed his breath, then stroked Jiang Qing's hair, and said, "Yes, I won't care about these bad things from now on."
In the gray and white car, it was quiet.
This time it was Xue Miao who drove the car. He didn't know the road here. He drove along the main road for a long time, but Yang Zhao didn't make a sound. He glanced at her and said, "Xiao Zhao, am I going out of town soon?" ?”
Yang Zhao didn't seem to want to joke with him, she said flatly, "Turn around two more intersections."
Xue Miao said happily: "Is there any good restaurant?"
Yang Zhao said, "Go home."
Xue Miao: "..."
"Okay." Xue Miao surrendered, "Now you have the final say."
Xue Miao drove much faster than Yang Zhao, and they quickly returned to Aiken Golden Seat. Xue Miao parked the car downstairs and went upstairs with Yang Zhao.
Yang Jintian was stunned when he opened the door for them.
"You finished eating so quickly?"
Xue Miao said, "I haven't eaten, but I'm full."
Yang Jintian glanced at them in bewilderment, then went back to study.
Only Yang Zhao and Xue Miao were left in the living room.
Yang Zhao didn't turn on the light in the living room, only a weak wall light illuminated the two people sitting on the sofa.
Yang Zhao lit a cigarette and smoked quietly. Her eyes stopped at a certain place in nothingness, her expression was cold.
Xue Miao sat opposite her, looked at her, and said, "What are you thinking?"
Yang Zhao replied slowly, "I'm thinking about what happened just now."
Xue Miao said, "Just now?"
Yang Zhao took a puff of cigarette and said lightly, "Did you hear what they said?"
Xue Miao said, "I heard it."
Yang Zhao said, "I think part of what they say is right."
Xue Miao laughed and said, "Which part."
Yang Zhao said: "It's about disability, it's about sex."
Xue Miao groaned, picked up the cup on the tea table, and took a sip of water.
"Xiao Zhao, throughout the ages, how many artists have been obsessed with incompleteness." Xue Miao held the glass with her slender fingers and shook it gently, the remaining half of the glass of water turned into a beautiful vortex in the glass.
Yang Zhao didn't speak.
"Of course," Xue Miao said again, "There are many mediocre people in this world. You can care about them or not."
Yang Zhao smiled lightly, "...Mediocre."
"That's right, although all the books tell you that everyone is equal, but Xiao Zhao..." Xue Miao loosened her collar and sat on the sofa relaxedly, "There is no fairness in this world. People are born with high or low, without exception."
Yang Zhao said, "Have you clearly priced everyone?"
"Of course not." Xue Miao shook her head and said, "Many people are not even eligible to be priced."
Yang Zhao couldn't help laughing, and said, "Xue Miao, you are a businessman through and through."
Xue Miao said, "I'll take it as you are praising me."
After Yang Zhao finished smoking a cigarette, he pinched the cigarette butt in the ashtray. Xue Miao saw a book on the coffee table, he picked it up, looked at it through the weak wall lamp, and said, "It's still the same book from last time?"
Yang Zhao said, "I've finished reading it, I forgot to put it away."
Xue Miao said, "What kind of book is it about?"
Yang Zhao said, "Psychology."
She stood up and said to Xue Miao, "I'm going to rest. If you're hungry, you can order takeaway."
Xue Miao stared at her blankly and said, "How do you order takeaway?"
Yang Zhao walked towards his room, and said flatly as he walked, "Call me, the takeaway list is next to the phone."
Xue Miao: "..."
Yang Zhao simply took a shower, then turned off the light, and lay down on the bed in the bedroom.
She felt very tired and longed for a good night's sleep. But after lying down for more than half an hour, Yang Zhao still couldn't fall asleep.
She forced herself to close her eyes, counted from one to one hundred, and counted back from one hundred, using the method of counting stars taught by her teacher in kindergarten. Then she finally sat up from the bed.
She fumbled for a pack of cigarettes by the bed, only to find that she had run out of them when she brought them over. She didn't know if Xue Miao was still in the living room, there was no sound outside, Yang Zhao was too lazy to move, so he just sat on the bed in a daze.
She hasn't had insomnia for a long time.
The night is very dark and very quiet. In such a night, time seems to pass slowly, but also seems to be very fast.
Yang Zhao adapted to the dark environment and began to identify the objects in the house bit by bit. From the paintings on the wall, to the books on the table, to the huge floor-to-ceiling windows.
Yang Zhao saw a small gap left in the curtain, and the tiny gap in the middle was lighter in color, running from top to bottom.
Yang Zhao looked at it for a while, then got off the bed, intending to bury the gap.
She stepped on the ground with bare feet and felt a cold touch. She went to the window and drew the curtains.
The moment she closed the curtain, she seemed to see something else through the thin slit. It only took such a short moment, and the drowsiness that Yang Zhao spent half the night cultivating suddenly disappeared.
She drew the curtains back—
Aiken Jinzuo is considered a high-end community, and there are street lights on every trail. In order not to affect the rest of the low-rise residents, the street lights in the community are often yellowish and dim.
Now, at the end of Yang Zhao's line of sight, there was a figure quietly leaning against the street lamp beside the path.
It's dark and misty, but if you look closely, it's still a colorful picture.
The dim light shone on some withered green leaves, and made the red taxi more intense. The man was wearing a black coat, leaning against a street lamp, with a cigarette in his hand.
Suddenly, Yang Zhao saw Chen Mingsheng's hand holding the cigarette pause.
For some reason, Yang Zhao knew that Chen Mingsheng had noticed her the moment the cigarette stopped - just like last time.
He put down the cigarette and raised his head slowly.
Yang Zhao couldn't see his face clearly at all, but she felt that Chen Mingsheng must be following her closely.
He is so strong, yet so fragile.
Yang Zhao put down the curtains, turned and rushed to the door.
The living room was empty, Yang Zhao casually pulled the clothes on the sofa, and glanced at the books on the coffee table out of the corner of his eye.
"Utopia"
She pushed open the door, and again, instead of waiting for the elevator, she rushed downstairs. Maybe the elevator would be faster, but Yang Zhao didn't want to stand still, she could feel a force, a force pushing her forward.
The night washes away everything.
No grudges, no side glances, no worries... If these don’t exist, is there any place you want to go—whether it’s a barren liquid, a dark swamp, or other places that are denied by people.
If so, then this is your ideal country.
Yang Zhao had always believed that a man like Xue Miao was the dream of all women. But now she guessed that the person who really lived in the ideal country in her dream was Chen Mingsheng.
Yang Zhao pushed open the unit door and came in front of him.
She looked into his dark eyes and asked him in a low voice, "Why are you here?"
Chen Mingsheng lowered his eyes, and suddenly gave a low laugh. Yang Zhao smelled a strong smell of tobacco.
His voice was a little hoarse, "Because I think you may not go again."
Yang Zhao opened his mouth, but made no sound.
Chen Mingsheng said in a low voice, "I'm sorry tonight."
Yang Zhao said, "Yes."
Chen Mingsheng didn't seem to know what to say, and stood quietly with his head down.
It was cold at night, Yang Zhao said, "How long have you been here?"
Chen Mingsheng paused, and said, "Not too long."
Yang Zhao didn't say a word. Chen Mingsheng glanced at her and found that she was looking at him persistently. He opened his mouth and said, "It's half past nine."
Yang Zhao said, "What time is it now?"
Chen Mingsheng didn't look at his watch, and said directly, "It's two o'clock."
"..." Yang Zhao frowned slightly, and said, "Aren't you cold?"
Chen Mingsheng gave a low laugh and said, "It's not cold."
There was silence again.
Hearing Chen Mingsheng's laughter just now, Yang Zhao felt very uncomfortable. He also liked to laugh like this before, but the laughter at that time was much more relaxed than now, and Yang Zhao felt that he couldn't bear to hear the smile now.
She looked around, the night in the community was quiet, shrouded in darkness, as if there were only the two of them left in the world.
Yang Zhao suddenly turned his head and said to Chen Mingsheng, "Do you have any vacation?"
Chen Mingsheng was taken aback, "What?"
Yang Zhao said, "Holiday, do you have any vacation?"
Do taxi drivers have holidays
Chen Mingsheng almost blurted out the answer, but seeing Yang Zhao's rare "excited" expression, he swallowed the words back.
"What's wrong?"
Yang Zhao: "Is there?"
Chen Mingsheng was silent for a while, and then said: "... Yes."
Yang Zhao smiled at him and said, "Chen Mingsheng, let's go on a trip."
Chen Mingsheng: "..."