Confession (Ying Cheng)

diately became clear and seemed to understand one thing: he never even looked at me.

 

Xu Sui’s reply to the question was ranked first in the number of likes, and many people replied to her.
It’s not funny at all.
I feel so sad that I should be comforted, she thought to herself.
She was about to hide her answer when a new reply popped out: Do you still like him now?

 

Xu Sui looked at the reply and was taken aback.

 

Her eyes deepened.
She sat on the acupressure pad, and for some reason, there was a sharp pain in her limbs all over her body; she felt breathless.

 

Xu Sui did not reply but closed the app.
She then replied to her mother: 【Okay.】

 

The next night, Xu Sui dressed up for the blind date.
She headed to the address given by her mother and appeared at the restaurant.
The other party was already waiting there.

 

The man’s name is Lin Wenshen, who works in a law firm.
His impression is much better than that of the photos given to Xu Sui.
Lin Wenshen’s facial features are fairly well-rounded, and he looks like someone who treats others with humility.

 

The two had a fairly good conversation.

 

After the meal, Lin Wenshen asked if they should go take a walk nearby.
Xu Sui thought about it: since she was already out for a blind date, there was no need to be difficult, so she finally nodded.

 

At ten o’clock at night, the moonlight was bright white.
Xu Sui and Lin Wenshen walked side by side, and they spoke a few words from time to time.
The atmosphere was fairly comfortable.

 

The street was filled with snack stands, blue and red curtains staggered in a row.

 

Eggplants are placed on the grill with tin foil.
The boss sprinkles a handful of cumin, and it makes a sizzling sound under the oil fire.
The color of the charcoal-grilled saury gradually changes.
Yellow, fresh and tender aroma overflowing.

 

The light bulb hangs above the head, and the fine dust floats on it, dimming the light.

 

Cheng You took a plate of skewers and sat down in front of the man.
The two drank a little wine and started chatting with each other.
Cheng You handed him a skewer of beef, his tone was a little cautious: “Boss, don’t be too pressured, this time…you should take a break.”

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Zhou Jingze was biting the skewer, raised his eyelids and glanced at him, and chuckled: “What pressure can I have?”

 

“It’s good that you don’t.” Cheng You breathe a sigh of relief.

 

Zhou Jingze sat opposite Cheng You, with his feet stepping on the horizontal bar at the bottom of the table.
He had not sat down here for a while and had already attracted the attention of several girls at the table next to him.

 

However, he was too lazy to lift his eyelids, with a cigarette between his fingertips, and the smoke rose slowly, making him look attractive and cold.

 

Cheng You, who was with him, had already felt the attention from all directions; naturally, he would be proud.
In addition, he likes to talk when he drinks: “Hey, boss, let alone, the past few years as a pilot, I’m always flying around the world in the sky.
So I didn’t take a closer look.
The place with a lot of beautiful women is in our Beijing North City.”

 

“Oh, look at those legs,” Cheng You sighed.

 

Zhou Jingze didn’t look up and sneered: “Look again, and I’ll tell Ma Zi.”

 

Cheng You retracts his gaze, his eyes brighten halfway, and he pushes Zhou Jingze’s arm: “Boss, look, there’s a fairy across the street, just by a glance it’s a southerner.”

 

When he heard the word “southern”, Zhou Jingze subconsciously raised his head, swept across his pair of dark eyes, and then froze for a moment.
The other party is a typical southerner, with a white complexion, full apricot eyes, wearing an apricot-colored knitted dress, two thin straps, and white shoulders exposed.

 

“Tsk tsk, she has a boyfriend, but just by looking at the atmosphere, it looks like they had just met each other, probably on a blind date, but the two of them have a gentle temperament and look quite compatible,” Cheng You commented.

 

When Cheng You spoke, he felt a sudden chill in the air around him, and he was a little nervous.
He glanced at Zhou Jingze and saw him snap a bamboo chopstick with his bare hands without saying a word.

 

Xu Sui didn’t notice the movement and walked side-by-side with Lin Wenshen through the street.
Near the end of the road, a few sounds were coming from the alley.

 

It turned out that an old lady selling Tong sui was entangled by a few drunk bastards, and the bastard was about to smash her stall.
Xu Sui had no intention of meddling, but the old lady’s pleading voice bore a resemblance to her grandmother.

 

Xu Sui was about to walk over, but Lin Wenshen pulled her back, with a shrewd tone: “Don’t go there at this time.
It’ll be bad if you get tangled up with the gangster or an old lady.”

 

“I like getting involved.” Xu Sui replied.
She looked at Lin Wenshen to draw his hand, and he let go in embarrassment.

 

The old lady was pushed to the ground by the leader.
Xu Sui walked over to help her, in a calm voice: “How much money? I will pay.”

 

The red-haired bastard saw Xu Sui’s eyes light up.
He put his hands on her bare shoulder: “Since it’s a pretty sister begging for mercy, we’ll let it go.
Have a drink with us instead.”

 

“Don’t… mess around.
I’m a lawyer… Let go…” Lin Wenshen shifted his eyes, too nervous to say any more words.

 

Seeing that Lin Wenshen was weak, several gangsters waved their iron rod and asked: “Why, want to fight?”

 

Lin Wenshen took a step back, glanced at Xu Sui, and ran away gritting his teeth.

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The leader’s hand rested on Xu Sui’s shoulder, and he rubbed it presumptuously.
In less than a second, Xu Sui twisted his wrist with her backhand and made a “click” sound.

 

“Fck—” The red hair let go of his hand painfully, his face sank completely.
He raised the palm of his other hand, and when he was about to throw a punch at Xu Sui, a slender hand with clear joints appeared out of thin air.
The hand intercepted the fist of the leader.

 

It was Zhou Jingze.

 

“I thought it was a woman’s hand, weak and soft.” Zhou Jingze commented in a defiant and frivolous tone.

 

His words were a provocation.
The other party swung his hand, but Zhou Jingze leaned sideways, grabbed the leader’s arm, and punched him to the ground.
The red hair let out a painful scream.

 

A few people behind the leader gathered around and fought all at once.

 

Xu Sui bent down and helped the old lady pack her things.
She sent the lady away without saying a word.

 

The fight came and ended fast.
Zhou Jingze was left with a one-on-four, but a few gangsters panicked and left.
He stood under the streetlamp, casting a long shadow in front of him.

 

Xu Sui raised her eyes and looked at him carefully.

 

Zhou Jingze was wearing a flight jacket with four bars on his shoulder.
His neck and head are straight with a sense of oppression.
He has single eyelids, extremely short hair, a sharp profile, and a fresh, red blood mark on his chin.
His pair of dark, piercing eyes were staring directly at Xu Sui.

 

When Xu Sui saw Zhou Jingze watching, she winced and subconsciously took a step back.
At this moment, a cool breeze blows, and the leaves and garbage bags on the roadside are rolled into the air, tumbling.

 

Seeing her familiar appearance, Zhou Jingze pressed his tongue against his left cheek and smirked.

 

The man turned his head to spit saliva tainted with blood, then took out a cigarette from the cigarette case.
His slender fingertips twisted the end of the cigarette; lowering his head, he bit on the cigarette, and the silver lighter made a “click” sound.

 

The man still had that same foolish and careless look.

 

He was waiting for permission to speak.

 

Xu Sui looked away, and her tone was unexpectedly alienated: “Thank you for tonight.
I’m leaving now.”

 

She imagined countless times where the two would meet again, but she didn’t expect it to actually happen, where they even omitted the greetings.

 

Xu Sui turned around and wanted to leave.

 

Zhou Jingze took a step closer.
The cigarette smell on his body was obvious, a bitter smell that makes people unable to move.

 

Looking at the ground, his shadow surrounded Xu Sui.
His eyelashes drooped, and under the projection of the light, it cast a faint haze.
Then, in a somewhat gritted tone:

 

“Are you on a blind date?”