Encountering a pretty girl on the bus (Part 2)

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A ringtone woke me from my dream. Thankfully, my spare phone still worked; otherwise, I'd be in big trouble—being late meant I wouldn't be able to go at all. After getting ready, I got into my car.
I watched Jingjing get in with a mix of fear and apprehension, afraid she'd question me about why I hadn't gone on our date yesterday. To my surprise, Jingjing spoke first, looking apologetic. "I'm so
sorry about yesterday. My sister and her boyfriend had a little fight, and their date was canceled, so I couldn't see you. I'm sorry. You didn't wait long, did you?"
My mind raced. Oh, so that's how it is. Should I tell the truth or lie? I should use this opportunity to make Jingjing like me more, so I'll tell the truth; honest men are the most reliable. "
It's okay, I didn't wait too long. Around 9 o'clock, I left when I saw you hadn't arrived." (Half the truth, okay, I really did leave around 9 o'clock, to see Ye Qingtong off.)
I wanted to call you to let you know, afraid you'd waited in vain, but when I called, your phone was off. Why?
Jingjing had no idea that while I was rescuing someone from the water (let's call it rescuing someone first, otherwise I can't say I caused harm), my phone also got a bath. I didn't expect it to be so averse to baths; it died as soon as it got wet and is now lying at home awaiting its fate.
I could only say, "My phone ran out of battery yesterday and stopped working today. So, I'm using my spare." Saying this, I pulled out my old spare phone and shook it. Actually, it was the phone I used before. After I bought the 818, it was retired. Now, back in service, it looked so jarring in my hands because it was so worn out…
Brother Tianlai, you're not angry with me, are you?
Of course not, we can go play sometime when we have time.
That's true, haha. Brother Tianlai, what time do you guys get off work at night? Do you have days off?
5:30, we get off on Sundays. What about you?
We get off at 5:00, Brother Tianlai, you guys work so hard, so late. But we only get two days off a month.
You're the one who works hard! That's how it is when you work for someone else; you don't have a lot of say in things. After speaking, I looked out the window at the pedestrians on the road. They were all rushing about for a living, experiencing both joy and sorrow. In a way, we were all the same, on the road...
Jingjing saw me looking out the window and stopped talking, turning to look out as well, watching the pedestrians with me.
After a long while... "
Brother Tianlai, I'm almost there, you can sit here." Jingjing said as she stood up.
"No, I'll be there soon too, let me see you off." I naturally reached out my right hand and took her left hand.
At this moment, the bus slowed down, and she became a little unsteady, her grip tightening. I gripped Jingjing's hand even tighter. I knew that at this moment, she needed someone to lean on, and now I was that person...
We didn't let go until her feet were completely on the ground. I could feel the reluctance. She smiled at me for a moment before turning away. Watching her back, I felt a sense of loss at her departure.
A day at work is devoid of joy; the backstabbing and infighting between people are a constant drama. I can't stand it, but I still have to watch and do it—that's the damn life.
Only when I get home can I truly relax. I turn on my computer, log into QQ (598890680), and browse the news online—these are some of the things I always do when I get home. Suddenly, a text message beeped. I opened it and read: "
Come to my magazine office sometime; I
'll give you a cell phone." Who is this? Oh, I suddenly remembered—it's Ye Qingtong's number. She wants to give me a cell phone? She's quite particular, but I can't accept it. If I did, I wouldn't be so considerate. I thought, "Oh well, I'll go if I have time. It's good to make a friend, especially since it's from a magazine, and I enjoy writing." It's actually quite nice.
I stared at the computer for a while, then another text message beeped. It was from Zixin: "
Are you thinking about me? But starting tomorrow, don't call or text me for the next two weeks. I have important things to do. Remember that, or you'll regret it!"
"Damn, what does this mean? She doesn't want me to bother her, does she? This vicious woman, what does she take me for? Someone she can summon and dismiss at will." In a fit of anger, I deleted the text message.
Then I continued staring at the computer, idly reading novels and my blog.
Looking at some of my old writings, it felt like going back to the past. I remembered going to class with Zixin every day in school, the warmth in my heart was so palpable. I remembered telling her jokes and her laughing so happily, remembering our shopping trips, how cute she was like a child, holding and examining everything she saw.
Thinking of these things, I couldn't stay angry anymore. I knew I still loved her, even though she sometimes hurt me. For the sake of love, I'd let it go.
I happened to see a little poem I wrote for her before on my blog. She said it touched her deeply, so I'll send it to her again so she can be touched once more. Thinking of this, I immediately found the first message in my phone's inbox and began replying:
"Longing for You
" "There's a custom in youth " "Leaning
against the railing" "
Looking at the distant road"
"What's longer than waiting?" "
When the landscapes of writing sink" "
When the romance fades"
"A collection of poems"
"Scattered on the ground" "
Before the brush washer on the table" "
She sees her once vibrant lips"
"Faded into sorrowful sentences
" "Each word uttered is an
incomprehensible phrase" " Who
among the passersby downstairs
will care"
"The legend of this talented scholar and beautiful woman
" "And at this moment , the beautiful woman
" "Looks at the distant Tang Dynasty" "
Searching for You" "
Longing for You"
After replying, I immediately received a notification: "Sent successfully to 139********."
Oh no, I realized, this wasn't Zixin's phone number. I had deleted Zixin's message. This was Ye Qingtong's number. Oops, wrong message! If it were anything else, it wouldn't be so bad, but this is a love message!
Oh no... Just as I was thinking about whether I should send another one to explain, my phone beeped again. It was Ye Qingtong's reply:
"? Did you write this? Saturday night at 7 pm, meet me at Bifengtang on Shangzhi Street.
" What does this mean? She's asking me to meet? What for? To talk about the past and present? I'm not interested in that right now. Saturday? Isn't that the day after tomorrow? So soon, what's she up to? Ugh, so many questions. Forget it, I'll stop thinking about it. I'll find out what's going on once I get there. No point in thinking about it.
I browsed online for another hour, then got sleepy and went to bed.
The company requires everyone to arrive half an hour early every Friday for a morning meeting. I had no choice but to send Jingjing a text message before leaving: "The company has a morning meeting today, I'm leaving now. Have fun!"
She replied quickly: "Have fun too!"
Five simple words plus a punctuation mark are enough to explain the situation. She's simple, cute, innocent, and intelligent.
What I didn't expect was that the morning meeting turned into a new product presentation, lasting all day. In the end, all that was left was exhaustion. Back home, I had no energy to do anything and just collapsed into bed…
I wake up at the sound of my alarm, which is my greatest strength. It's Saturday, and I'm working today too, I won't forget that. After getting ready, I headed straight for my car.
When I was almost at the station, I received a text message. It was from Jingjing: "
Taking a last-minute day off to visit Grandma. Be careful, Tianlai."
This girl is quite cute. I immediately replied: "Don't worry, you're the one who needs to be careful, you're a girl. See you Monday. Remember to be happy."
After a boring day of work, I saw I still had some time and decided to take a stroll along the Songhua River. It was close to where I was meeting Qingtong that evening, so it wouldn't be too late. I got in the car and went to the riverbank.
Saturday is a day off for most people, so the riverbank was very crowded. July is almost here, the weather is fantastic, perfect for going out and having fun. Seeing all the couples around me, I suddenly feel a little strange being alone. I want someone to keep me company, but can I really control that?
That brat Zixin, I don't know what she's up to, making me not see her for two weeks. Damn it, just wait till I get my hands on her! I'll give her a full-on physical contact first thing when we meet.
My lovely Jingjing, she should still be at her grandma's house, right? She's such a good girl, beautiful, cute, and innocent. Thinking about how I'm almost 30, wow, I've aged so much! People might be annoyed and sad.
Where's Ye Qingtong? Why didn't she ask me out sooner? Leaving me here watching other people stroll so intimately, I deserve a beating. Oh well, I'll just walk around by myself, it'll help me think about how to handle things if something happens.
So I walked and looked around, thinking.
The Flood Control Monument Square—this is probably the most crowded place here.
First is the Flood Control Victory Monument, built in 1958 to commemorate the brave people of Harbin's victory over the devastating flood of 1957. The monument consists of a three-dimensional tower and an attached Roman-style colonnade. A trip to Harbin is incomplete without visiting this monument.
Across the river from the monument is the Sun Island Scenic Area, a national 5A-level scenic spot and a renowned summer resort in China, covering an area of 38 square kilometers. In official terms, Sun Island is surrounded by clear waters, boasting captivating scenery and a rustic, rugged, and naturally unadorned wilderness. The seasonal changes here are very pronounced: in spring, wildflowers bloom in profusion, fragrant grasses grow lush and green leaves fill the branches, birds sing in unison, streams murmur, and clear springs and waterfalls cascade, creating a scene of vibrant life and abundant blossoms, a feeling of spring's beauty overflowing; in summer, willows are green and flowers are red, vegetation is lush, the air is filled with fragrance, white sand and clear waters stretch to the horizon, and tourists throng the island; in autumn, maple leaves turn red and cypress trees turn green... Golden leaves line the paths, old gardens bloom with yellow flowers, and the forests are ablaze with color. A visit to the island is like strolling through a vibrant, colorful fairyland. In winter, light snow dances, turning the trees into jade and silver flowers, creating a unique northern landscape painting, earning it the reputation of "the scenery of the north surpassing that of the south."
Looking upstream, the Songhua River Highway Bridge is visible in the distance, currently the main passage connecting the north and south banks of the Yangtze River in Harbin. A little further downstream, you'll see a cable-stayed bridge, a very tall bridge on the Sun Island Ring Road. Looking even higher, you can see the cable car connecting the north and south banks, with several small buildings seemingly floating in the sky.
Sweeping across Sun Island downstream, you'll see a railway bridge—the Binzhou Railway Bridge. This is one of the earliest bridges built by the Harbin Railway Bureau, measuring 1015.15 meters in length. Construction began on May 4, 1900, and was completed on September 19, 1901. After several repairs, it remains a major passageway on the Harbin railway. From a distance, you can't see how majestic it is, but when you get close, you realize how insignificant humans are.
All this rambling is mainly to point out that the location of the Flood Control Monument Square is excellent; you can see many things you might want to see: beautiful women, handsome men, beautiful scenery, and even moments of intimacy.
I walked alone from the square to the railway bridge and back. After this round trip, I suddenly remembered that I first met Ye Qingtong not far from here. I
really don't know what came over me; I inexplicably ended up here. Was it really fate? Oh well, fate what? I should go back; who knows what she wants to see me about tonight? So I turned around and walked back.
At 6:30, I decided not to wander around alone anymore and headed to the Typhoon Shelter. I
ordered two Cokes, found a spot by the side with a view of the door, took out my old phone to check the time—10 minutes until 7:00. It should be here soon. I idly looked left and right, waiting for the beautiful woman to appear.
Soon enough, a woman in a light purple suit, black high heels, and an elegant medium-sized handbag walked in. Looking at her face, it was none other than Ye Qingtong. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a bun, with a fringe falling to the left of her forehead. She wore white-rimmed glasses and pink lipstick. To be honest, I thought she looked somewhat like the actress Sun Li. That calm and elegant temperament, that mature and beautiful appearance, was simply stunning.
I didn't wave to her; she looked around, saw me, and walked straight over.
I just stared at her, a little stunned. When I came to my senses, Qingtong was already sitting opposite me. "
I ordered a Coke, do you like it?" I said.
Qingtong didn't speak, just placed her bag on the chair next to her, took a sip of the Coke, put it down again, and then watched the boring program on the TV opposite her, still silent.
I probably already knew her answer, and for a moment I couldn't think of anything to say, so I turned my head back to watch TV. We remained silent for about ten minutes, then Qingtong reached into her bag, pulled out a box, placed it on the table, and pushed it towards me, saying, "
This is your phone."
I looked at the box on the table. Wasn't this clearly my beloved ** brand 818 phone? It was the same one that had stopped working after being washed in river water. I was so grateful! I hadn't expected Qingtong to be so thoughtful and understanding. I was so excited, but I couldn't show it. Wait, that wouldn't be right. I shouldn't accept things from people, should I?
Thank you! However, I can't take your phone; after all, I was largely responsible for that incident. I said.
The poem you sent me in the text message the other day, you wrote it? I'm planning to publish it in our magazine. Consider this phone your payment for the article. Can I accept it now?
I wrote it myself. Is it really okay to publish it? If so, thank you so much. (I knew she was just trying to find an excuse for me to accept it, because that lousy poem wasn't worth the price of an 818 at all.)
No need to be so polite, you deserve it. If you have any better works, you can come to me.
That's great! I'll write more when I have time, haha.
Come with me for a walk later, do you have time?
Sure, I was just thinking of going for a walk too.
After Qing Tong finished speaking, she stopped talking and continued watching the boring TV, while I held the 818 in my hand like a child holding his favorite toy; it was so familiar to me.
About ten minutes later, Qing Tong stood up, picked up her bag, glanced at me, then turned and walked towards the door. I quickly paid the bill and followed her out. I caught up with her in a few strides, and we walked slowly side by side towards the riverbank.
Her gait was elegant, radiating an infinite mature beauty that Zixin's maturity could never match. I felt a sense of happiness, because passersby would mistake us for a couple, yet at the same time, I felt a sense of inferiority, because my appearance was simply not worthy of Qingtong's beauty. I felt
that pang of sadness. Lost in these thoughts, I unknowingly reached the underpass at the intersection of Central Avenue and Friendship Road. Because there were many people crossing the street there, Qingtong and I were already quite close. Just then, a boy came running from the opposite direction like the wind. Instinctively, I grabbed Qingtong's left arm and pulled her towards me. Luckily, I was quick enough, or we might have bumped into each other.
Qingtong was clearly startled and also gripped my right arm tightly. I looked back at the boy; he was already far away.
We stood there holding each other for a while before I slowly let go. Qingtong's face turned from pale to red, and the grip on her arm loosened, but she didn't let go.
I suddenly realized I should thank the boy who ran past earlier. If it weren't for him, Qing Tong wouldn't have held me so tightly. I couldn't help but feel secretly pleased.
Then Qing Tong lowered her right hand, leaving only her left arm around mine. It was like a couple's embrace, which made me momentarily flustered. She looked at my slightly dazed face without saying a word, her blush fading. She tightened her grip on my arm and pulled me into the passageway.
I was a little confused as Qing Tong led me out of the passageway before I finally felt normal again. I still couldn't believe she was holding my arm. In my understanding, only couples would do such intimate things. In my memory, only my first girlfriend and Lin Zixin had ever held my arm like that; no one else had that privilege.
For a moment, I thought it was my first girlfriend holding my arm, showing a cute stubbornness. After we passed the passageway, she resembled Lin Zixin, displaying a calm maturity. But I knew she was Ye Qing Tong, stronger than my first love, more mature than Zixin.
We were back at the place I had been walking alone earlier—the square. To outsiders, we couldn't tell the difference between us and other couples. Although I was excited inside and didn't immediately understand why she was doing this, I remained outwardly calm.
I turned my head to look at her, wanting to say something, but what could I say at this moment? Several times I hesitated, wanting to speak but stopping myself. And so, we slowly walked towards the place where we first met.
As we approached, her pace slowed, and I slowed down as well. She let go of my hand and walked alone to the riverbank railing, looking towards the river. I followed her, looking at her face, and was surprised to find that she was crying, tears silently streaming down her face.
I was truly astonished. Why was she crying while we were walking along? Could it be because of the boy who ran past earlier? That's impossible. It couldn't be because of me either; we'd only known each other for a short time, and I hadn't done anything wrong. It shouldn't be because of me. Ugh, why was she crying? Suddenly,
I remembered a line from Zhao Benshan, and I said, "Don't cry, I don't have my ID card with me. What if the police come?"
Qingtong ignored me, still silently shedding tears, and I felt incredibly awkward. Women, they're so unpredictable. I figured she must have many stories, things that might have hurt her deeply, perhaps someone had hurt her—anything could be a reason for her to cry.
Women, your name is fragility!
What can I do when a woman cries? I wanted to find something to wipe her tears, but what man like me would I have handkerchiefs or tissues on me? Damn, I should have brought some. I should try to comfort her; saying a few words is easy, but saying them well is difficult.
I tried to lower my voice and said softly, "Please don't cry, okay? What's bothering you? You can tell me. If you don't want to talk about it, you can curse a few times in your heart; maybe that will help." I usually curse in my heart when I'm sad.
Before I could finish my sentence, Qingtong suddenly seemed like a different person. Her tears stopped, and she calmly said, "Come to my house for a simple meal. I make a kind of noodles that's very delicious."
I wasn't hungry at all, not because of food. But the mention of food made me realize it was almost 8 pm, getting dark, and my stomach was still empty. A sudden craving instantly washed away my earlier displeasure. "
Great! I'm feeling hungry now. I can make a kind of fried noodle. Want to have a competition to see which is better?" I tried to make my words as humorous as possible, hoping to help her forget her earlier unhappiness.
Qing Tong just smiled slightly, didn't say anything, and turned to walk towards the roadside. A light drizzle started to fall. I looked up, letting the rain hit my face; it felt like the sky was weeping, and like I was crying. A strange sadness flashed through my mind.
The taxi quickly took us to Qing Tong's apartment complex. I suddenly remembered the first time I took her home; I watched her slowly disappear into the tall buildings. This time, we were going to disappear together. I couldn't help but chuckle to myself. The drizzle was still falling, so light it was almost imperceptible.
We walked into the building one after the other, took the elevator, and went straight to the 20th floor. When I opened the door, I was stunned by what I saw.
Inside was a living room that must have been over 30 square meters. On the wall opposite the door hung a wedding photo. I recognized the woman as Qing Tong; but the man, no matter how I looked at him, resembled me, only a bit fairer, a bit heavier, and wearing glasses. Tell me, if you saw a photo like that, wouldn't you be stunned too? "
My husband, don't you also feel that you two look alike? I felt it the first time I saw you. Don't ask anything, I'm going to make noodles. We're going to have a noodle-making contest later, so don't try to cheat." Qing Tong said before going into the bedroom.
I stood dumbfounded in the middle of the living room, only able to nod. Looking around, I saw it was a large three-bedroom apartment. The furnishings said it all—a wealthy family, unlike my tiny, extremely shabby little house.
Two minutes later, Qing Tong came out of the bedroom, changed into a pink loungewear set, her hair loose, her breasts prominently displayed, making my heart flutter. I quickly looked away and scanned my surroundings. I thought to myself, "What if something happens tonight? Stay calm, stay calm." (If you can stay calm even if your heart is being whipped by a golf club, then I admire you!) "
Tianlai, have a seat and watch some TV. I'll go make something first and call you later." Qing Tong said and went into the kitchen.
We each made a bowl of fried noodles, but we ate the other's, then commented on whether it was good or not. To be honest, neither of our dishes were particularly delicious. It's just that because I live alone and am used to my own tastes, I only find other people's cooking delicious occasionally. What surprised me was that Qing Tong also said mine was good. I was very confused.
Curiosity doesn't just kill the cat; it can kill people too. I finally couldn't help but ask her about my doubts. "
Aren't you afraid I'm a bad person? Inviting me to your house for dinner on our second meeting? And, and...
never mind, I'll just tell you a story. You don't have to say anything, just be a listener."
I nodded vigorously, my eyes fixed on Qingtong, listening as she slowly recounted her story.
Six years ago, it was a beautiful summer. As usual, I was taking a walk alone along the riverbank. To avoid a weasel flying towards me, I lost my balance and accidentally fell into the river. Just when I thought my life was over, a pair of large hands pulled me out of the water. It was Dasheng. Dasheng took me to the hospital and stayed by my side all night. His kindness touched me, and so we fell in love.
(Wow, hearing this, I was quite surprised, because my first encounter with Qingtong was also by coincidence; I also saved her, but the difference was that I was the one who caused it.)
During our time together, we went shopping, ate out, went to the zoo, and hiked together; every corner bore the marks of our love. Because I studied literature and loved writing, Dasheng arranged for me to get a job at a magazine. A year later, we got married. The moment I walked down the aisle in my wedding dress, I thought I would be happy forever. But I was wrong.
Two years into our marriage, I still hadn't conceived. His parents were anxious and urged us to get checked out. It turned out I had a difficult-to-treat form of infertility. Dasheng's parents desperately wanted a grandchild and pressured him to divorce me. I thought Dasheng wouldn't agree, but to my surprise, he did.
After completing all the formalities, his whole family moved to the south, leaving me alone in this large, cold house. In the days that followed, we had no contact whatsoever, not even now. And so, I became afraid. That love, which should have been unbreakable, was so fragile. What can I still believe in?
Until that day, I went for a walk along the riverbank again and unexpectedly ran into you. It was you who reminded me of what happened six years ago. At that moment, I felt both hatred and...
(Qing Tong's words stopped there. I also remembered the complicated expression on my face when I took her home. The reason was this. At this moment, all I could do was remain silent. I didn't know what words to use to comfort a wounded woman. Compared to her, I wasn't necessarily happy. What seemed like a beautiful scene could also have a tragic ending, just like the large wedding portrait on the wall. Their smiles could only be frozen five years ago. If they thought about the final outcome, would they still smile so brightly?) After
a long silence, Qing Tong's voice softly rang out: "The reason I'm not afraid that you're a bad person is because I trust you. Although we've only met twice, I believe I won't misjudge you. You're not a bad person, inside and out. As for why I invited you to my house for dinner, I think the previous story should explain it."
After saying this, Qing Tong was silent for a while. I was trying to understand the story he had just told me, trying to find something in it, when I heard Qing Tong softly say: "
You should go now. It's very late."
I was jolted back to reality from my reverie. Indeed, I should go home. Thinking this, I got up and left Qing Tong's house. Neither of us spoke again. As she closed the
door, I saw two tears stream down her slightly melancholy face. Outside, the rain was pouring down, much like Qing Tong's current mood. I took a taxi back to my little apartment. Tomorrow was Sunday; I could sleep in. But would it be so easy to fall asleep?
I don't know what time I finally drifted off. When I woke up and checked the time, it was already past 10 a.m. Sunday—only on this day did I feel like I belonged to myself, not to that damned job. After breakfast—or perhaps lunch would be more accurate—I turned on my computer, put on some music, and began happily tidying up my apartment. Although cleaning was tiring, it gave me a sense of home, like a harbor for a wandering heart. After finishing everything,
I sat down at the computer and fiddled with the 818 phone Qing Tong had given me, connecting it to the computer, saving songs and pictures, and setting ringtones and desktop backgrounds. First, I set the ringtone to "The Tailor," then I opened my contacts, found Jingjing's number, and thought for a moment to set it to "Your Soul." A line from that song, "The only truth in this absurd world is your simple smile," is perfect for her. Then
I found Zixin's and set it to "My Dear Baby," which is most suitable for her. I then set ringtones for colleagues, friends, family, and other groups.
Finally, I thought of Qingtong. We only met twice, yet so much happened; it's so bizarre I can hardly believe it. But it really happened. Perhaps more things will happen in the future, or perhaps it will all end. Who knows? God? Or is it just my most unreliable intuition? The intertwining of time and space, so tangled.
Suddenly, I remembered the first time I saw her, her long hair blowing in the wind. Maybe it should be "Let the Wind Blow," the song and her long hair dancing together—it would be a beautiful image. Time was short, and the settings were complete.
Body in motion, mind at peace; body at peace, mind in motion. I'm always like this; when I'm idle, I think about many things. Now, recalling the bizarre events of the past week, the only word to describe them is unbelievable. If I hadn't met Li Rujing on the bus, I wouldn't have gone to the riverbank, and without that, I wouldn't have met Ye Qingtong, and naturally, I wouldn't have gone to her house to hear her tragic story.
But the truth is, everything happened to me.
I don't know what the future holds, just like everyone else; no one can predict the future. Perhaps time will give me the answer, so I shouldn't deliberately seek it. But I should still have a small hope in my heart. What should my hope be? To spend my life with Zixin is my greatest hope now, but will she choose me?
The few days I spent with Li Rujing made me feel like she was a lovely younger sister. If I want to know how she feels about me, it seems only time will tell. Honestly, having a younger sister like her is really wonderful. Her cuteness often reminds me of my childhood.
And what about Ye Qingtong? This enigmatic woman has a heartbreaking story, yet I'm entangled with her because I resemble the male protagonist. How complicated! Could she be using me as a substitute? If so, that would be terrible. However, thinking about Qing Tong's beauty, if she's a substitute, then so be it.
Sometimes, it's good to think from a different perspective. How many fleeting figures have passed through my life over the years? Perhaps they will only be one of them, and I will be just another passerby for them. People in this world, all so fleeting… Let time tell me the answer.
A day destined for agonizing indecision. Self-inflicted. Serves me right.
For the next two weeks, I still went to work with Jing Jing every day. We talked about everything under the sun in the car, each moment unintentionally recording our joy and sorrow. I temporarily forgot about Qing Tong's tears, because they shouldn't have belonged to me in the first place.
These two weeks were also the two weeks Zi Xin told me not to bother her. I was obedient, or rather, I was angry; in any case, I didn't bother her. Even when I saw her logged in on QQ, I immediately went invisible. Sometimes I wondered what she was doing, what she was thinking, why she was hiding things from me. The conclusion I came to was: she's hiding many things from me; I'm seeing her less and less clearly. I decided that unless she contacted me first, I wouldn't contact her.
Two weeks had also brought about a subtle change in my relationship with Jingjing.
It was already mid-July, and the weather was getting hotter. It was Thursday again, exactly two weeks had passed.
The bus windows were all open, and the wind was blowing Jingjing's long hair, making it flutter like a fairy. She was still talking about what happened at the hospital yesterday, and I was still listening. As usual, I would occasionally chime in. "
Uncle, you know, it's embarrassing that someone so old is afraid of injections." Jingjing suddenly said. "
What did you call me? Uncle? Really? Am I that old?" I asked in surprise. (I swear to God: if she's not telling me she called me "Uncle," may I be struck by lightning!!)
Anyway, that's what I wanted to call you, Uncle—that title suits you better.
"Really? Have you been watching too many Korean dramas?" (At the time, I had two thoughts: one, that's how many female leads in Korean dramas call male leads, and she might have watched too many; two, that she thinks I'm really old and can only be called "uncle." I hope it's not the second.)
No, it's fine with me anyway. You're so kind to children, calling you "uncle" is most appropriate. (Oh no, it seems to be the second one.)
Oh my god, whatever you want, but I'm really not that old.
Just then, a lady with a backpack and a little girl got on the bus, quietly stood up and said: "Please sit here."
The lady thanked her and said: "No need, it's only a few stops, no need to sit."
"Then I'll hold you and sit here," Jingjing said with a smile to the little girl.
The little girl looked at her mother, seeking her opinion with her eyes. "Then thank you first, big sister," said the woman with the backpack.
The little girl happily sat on Jingjing's lap, and Jingjing held her with both arms, looking up at me with a smile. I also looked down and smiled at her. My right hand gripped the seat armrest, and my left hand held the little girl's clothes. I was afraid that Jingjing wouldn't be able to hold on, and something bad would happen.
Jingjing saw what I meant and said with a smile: "Uncle, don't worry, I can hold on. I'm not a child.
As long as you call me uncle, you'll always be a child." I said a little angrily.
Jingjing was still smiling and said in a voice that only I could hear: "Do I look like her mother?"
I was completely defeated and speechless. I thought to myself: If you are the mother, then what am I? (I swear: if this didn't happen, I'll go to hell.)
After a long while, I lowered my head and whispered in her ear with a smile: "You are so cute, my little niece."
Jingjing smiled quietly and turned to look out the window. After a while, she turned back and whispered to me, "It's still a bit heavy. Being a mother isn't easy." She then pulled the little girl closer to her. Thankfully
, the mother and daughter got off the bus quickly, and Jingjing seemed particularly happy. She looked up at me and said, "I never had a seat before, so I couldn't give it to others. Today, holding the child is so wonderful! Uncle, you're so kind."
What can I do? I'm so kind-hearted. Good people do good deeds, right? (I felt a little lightheaded.)
With one stop to go, Jingjing stood up. I simply extended my left hand, and she naturally took it. It wasn't me actively reaching for her anymore. Two weeks of change.
But today was different; she actually spread her fingers and inserted them between mine—meaning we were interlocked. My blood pressure spiked to 180 (that's my estimate; I didn't measure it at the time). You see, holding hands and interlocking fingers are completely different concepts. What does this mean? If I remember correctly, it's a symbol of love. Oh my god, I'm dizzy.
Jingjing's expression didn't change, but she kept holding my hand tightly. Even after we got off the car and stood by the roadside, she kept looking at me in the car, her face full of smiles. I watched her gradually drive away before my heart calmed down.
During my lunch break at work, the phone rang. It was "My Dear Baby," the ringtone. It was Zixin. I hesitated for a moment before pressing the answer button: "
Tianlai, have you missed me? I'm sorry, I have something urgent, that's why I didn't want you to bother me."
"Who is this? You must have dialed the wrong number.
" "Tianlai, don't be angry, I'll make it up to you, okay?"
"No! I'm telling you, I'm very angry, and the consequences will be serious." "
Tianlai, good Tianlai, don't be angry. Let's have dinner together tonight, at our usual place, you're paying, haha."
"No, you have to pay tonight for me to stop being angry."
"Okay, Tianlai, give me a kiss, don't be angry, see you tonight."
With a kiss, the phone hung up. Actually, I couldn't be angry with her at all. Whatever it was, we could talk about it tonight.
As I entered the store, Zixin waved to me. She was dressed casually today, looking quite cute. I sat down expressionlessly, staring at her without saying a word, as if I were forcing her to give me the answer I wanted. "
Tianlai, still angry? That's not like you. Come on, give your sister a smile." Zixin smiled and spoke.
I grinned and continued, "After you smile, give me a tip. I'm not free, bro.
You want a tip? Did you forget to take your meds this morning? Your brain isn't working properly yet."
"No, I'm waiting for you to feed me. Did you bring them?" "
Okay, Tianlai, don't be angry anymore. Look, I ordered your favorite dishes. Try them and see how they taste today."
I ignored her and started eating, pouring myself a beer and downing it in one gulp. I didn't want to ruin the atmosphere, so I didn't want to ask her why. I just ate. "
Tianlai, slow down. I'm not going to fight you for it. Don't be in such a hurry. I really have a special reason this time. I went on a business trip with the manager and just got back yesterday. I'll treat you to dinner today, okay?"
Forget it, let's not talk about this. I'll let it go, but how will you make it up to me? I thought to myself, whatever you're doing, I'll find out eventually. I don't need you to tell me.
How about I go to the movies with you later? Is that okay? Zixin's face flushed red. (If you're wondering why she blushed, let me ask you what couples do when they go to the movies?)
Go to the movies? Okay, I should check on your health lately. But not yet, what about after the movie?
You're so mean, oh my god. After the movie, I'm going home, I don't care about you.
Fine, don't care about me, I'll go home with you. You said you wouldn't care, don't try to back out.
I'm scared of you, whatever you want.
That's what I wanted, whatever, haha. You finally submitted to me. Haha.
Tch, I'm ignoring you, I'm going to eat.
I poured myself another beer, raised it, and said to Zixin: I'll forgive and forget, let's go to Wanda later, I'll drink it all, haha, I'm happy.
Zixin watched me finish my drink with a half-smile before saying, "Tianlai, you should find a better job, earn more money, buy a big house..."
I interrupted her, "What, are you afraid I can't afford to support you?" "
Forget it, I won't talk about this anymore. Anyway, think about it yourself when you have time, I won't bring it up again."
I finished another glass of wine, wiped the beer foam from my mouth, and said, "Don't worry, I will definitely make sure you live a good life, no worse than anyone else, that's my promise." "
Okay, I believe you this time." "
The way you're saying that makes it sound like I've been lying to you all this time. Don't think so much now, let's think about what movie to watch later, hehe." I said with a mischievous grin.
Zixin glanced at me, glared at me, and said, "Eat up, even food can't shut you up."
I ate while laughing. About half an hour later, having finished our meal and drinks, we paid the bill and went out.
Zixin's head rested on my shoulder, her arm linked with my right arm, and we walked from the small shop to Wanda Cinema. The road wasn't long, but I wished it were longer because I loved the feeling of her snuggling against me.
We bought tickets and entered the dark movie theater. Luckily, it wasn't too late; the movie had only been playing for about five minutes. I didn't really care what the movie was, only that it was a touching romance. Zixin's type.
We found seats, sat down, and I put my arm around Zixin's waist, beginning my exploration. (1000 words omitted here)
After the movie, we left. Zixin still had tear stains on her eyes. I teased, "Really? It was that touching? I didn't feel anything at all." "
Who's as cold-blooded as you? Besides, did you even watch it properly?"
"And you know how much trouble it takes to examine you, from top to bottom, from bottom to top, how could I have time to pay attention to a movie?" "But if anyone's cold-blooded, it's you. I examined you so thoroughly, and you barely reacted. You're the cold-blooded one!"
"You pervert, you scoundrel! If I didn't have strong willpower, I would have been completely defeated by you long ago."
"Now, let me report the results of the examination: Based on visual and manual measurements, the bust has increased, which I'm very satisfied with; the waist has also increased, probably because I ate quite a bit earlier, which is acceptable; the hips have remained basically unchanged, which is good. Overall, the examination is satisfactory, and we can proceed to the next step.
" Without saying a word, Zixin punched me a few times, her face flushed with anger, saying, "I'm ignoring you, I'm not listening to your report! You're never serious, you big pervert! I'm going home!" She turned and left.
I quickly walked a few steps, pulled Zixin into my arms, hailed a taxi, and headed straight for her house.
My words to Zixin are often unrestrained, but there are still things I can do. My examinations are all done through clothing; if anyone has impure thoughts, please face the wall and sing the classic song "Red Star Guides Me to Battle" a hundred times. As
I said before, just watching a movie isn't enough, so I'm going to conduct a more in-depth examination.

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