"I'm driving." Su Mingzheng lowered her voice, and Su Ronghan sensitively felt that she didn't want to hear what she said.
There was a pause.
"Where are you?" Su Mingzheng asked, but her tone was impatient and her brows furrowed.
The last thing that ended was a faint sigh, "I know. I will wait for you."
The temperature dropped so low that it looked like frost had formed on the car walls. Su Mingzheng pursed her lips stubbornly, and Su Ronghan could only see her side face buried in the night from the side and behind. Su Ronghan also closed her mouth tightly, preferring not to remind her of his existence.
I had a premonition that something unforeseen was going to happen. Therefore, Su Ronghan has to stay here and wait for things to happen.
After Su Mingzheng drove the car for a while and parked on the side of the road, the two waited quietly for nearly half an hour. The event that was like breaking ice was a few crisp knocks on the car door.
"Mingzheng, it's me."
It was a voice that made Su Ronghan feel vaguely familiar, sounding confident and high-spirited. There was no way to recognize people by their voices, but Su Ronghan's hair stood up in an instant, and her nerves were touched by her intuition, causing her to hide herself behind the shadow of the back of the chair.
The sound of unlocking the car then sounded. Then there was the sound of the car door being opened.
First, the fragrance of perfume invaded the car. The hostess carrying this fragrance squatted down slightly, got into the car lightly, and sat down in the passenger seat next to Su Mingzheng. Almost before the car door closed again, the new woman had already tilted her body towards Su Mingzheng softly, and grabbed Su Mingzheng's right hand that was unconsciously holding the gear lever with her left hand.
From the back seat, I saw Zhou Yunruo's face passing through the shadow and shining into the car's light, and finally returning to Su Mingzheng's half-shadowed face. Su Ronghan inexplicably tightened her hand, and her nails dug into her flesh.
Su Mingzheng sat up straight and looked at her childhood friend who was once very close, then far away, and finally a stranger. Her conscious mind wanted to resist, but her deeper mind couldn't resist the feeling of familiarity.
The woman I have loved for twelve years──
Even in the dark car, under the light of the street lights, Zhou Yunruo's appearance exuding the atmosphere of a workplace elite: elegantly tailored suit, fitted A-line skirt, appropriate makeup, slightly domineering and calm eyes, still caught Su's eye. Mingzheng's eyes.
But what Su Mingzheng saw seemed to be in high school forever. Zhou Yunruo was wearing the exquisite uniform of an aristocratic school with a meticulous ponytail. When she walked among the students with her head held high, her skirt swaying, she was both beautiful and happy, pure and white. The dust makes me always like to walk one step behind her.
My relationship with her: I understand each other’s hobbies, enjoy campus life together, have fun together, and kiss.
"Why do we suddenly want to meet?" Su Mingzheng's voice couldn't help but become softer after seeing him in person. As soon as the voice came out, he felt as if he had been projected into an empty well called memory.
"I want to see you." Zhou Yunruo still held Su Mingzheng's right hand, her tone a little urgent.
Not sure why...
Just like the island where my father held his last wedding, when he met Zhou Yunruo by chance in the piano hall, she pulled him and said she wanted to talk, and ended up exchanging the songs they had played in the past.
"Can we continue to be friends?" We were such good friends...at least we could still be friends. ” Zhou Yunruo asked in the piano hall.
Just to say this? Zhou Yunruo? At that time, I really wanted to ask this question.
"Can't I see you?" Zhou Yunruo's gaze flickered from bottom to top, and the question sounded a little bit spoiled or coquettish.
She still doesn’t understand. Su Mingzheng doesn’t understand why Zhou Yunruo contacted her again. After meeting at a social gathering, Su Mingzheng received a message from Zhou Yunruo asking to be added as a friend. In the message, Zhou Yunruo stated: His identity was not revealed too much, just like a cold work communication.
After so many years, Su Mingzheng judged that she no longer needed to interfere with the past too much, so she calmly nodded and agreed to her friend invitation. It doesn't hurt to have multiple connections. After all, Zhou Yunruo is also a successful young lady, Su Mingzheng thought to herself at that time.
But I didn’t expect that Zhou Yunruo was not
If Su Mingzheng is needed for some work, she doesn't ask Su Mingzheng to take her to expand her network, nor does she add an empty account that she never communicates with.
Not very frequently, Zhou Yunruo left information about her life in the chat window of their accounts. Zhou Yunruo used messaging software to share her work and mood, and attached photos she occasionally took, including food, wine, and beautiful night scenes taken from the window. Su Mingzheng could feel that she must have been in a bad mood recently, but she did not get involved. Instead, she pretended not to know and responded briefly to her without any pain, which was always several times less than the text she sent.
Inexplicably, the two of them seemed like ordinary classmates who had been separated for a long time. After meeting again out of society, they tentatively repaired their relationship, narrowed the distance between each other, and tried to overcome the unfamiliarity of the past few years.
But they have never met.
Su Mingzheng didn't understand Zhou Yunruo's intention.
"It doesn't matter if you ignore me, just let me sit here for a while." Zhou Yunruo pressed his back against the back of the chair, as if he and the chair had become one.
Su Mingzheng had a premonition that this would be a protracted battle, and tried hard to dispel this premonition.
Su Mingzheng felt Zhou Yunruo staring at her sideways and sighed softly.
Turning her head and focusing her gaze on her right side, Su Mingzheng suddenly felt something in her heart. She turned on the interior light of the car with her left hand and carefully looked at Zhou Yunruo from top to bottom under the goose-yellow light.
It was obviously a noble suit, but it was a bit messy. The collar...the buttons on the front...the sleeves were wrinkled, and the hair fell out of the hairpin.
Su Mingzheng silently raised her right hand, and also raised Zhou Yunruo's hand that was holding on. She pushed up the long sleeve of Zhou Yunruo's suit, and several red and swollen fingerprints fell on Zhou Yunruo's slender body. On his wrist, it was obvious that someone had grabbed him hard and wouldn't let go, and based on the size of his hand, the person who used violence should be a man. The scar that gradually became hot looked hideous and painful.
"Where else is it hurt?" Su Mingzheng swallowed the words stuck in her throat.
Zhou Yunruo, whose sleeves were pulled up by Su Mingzheng, looked a little stunned, like a pale, stiff statue for a moment. After a moment, she came back to life and looked at Su Mingzheng with a meaningful gaze. She did not expect that Su Mingzheng would notice something strange about her so quickly, and then she gave in and pulled up the skirt that covered her knees due to her sitting posture. Revealing were her torn stockings and a large bruise on her knees.
"Sit tight and put on your seat belt." Su Mingzheng broke away from Zhou Yunruo's pull and explained briefly. She restarted the car.
