Chapter 5: Missed Opportunities
But at this moment, Shen Cinian had already walked away. Even though he heard the sound of broken glass at the corner of the stairs, he did not stop at all.
First of all, he came to the human world to enjoy himself.
Secondly, Fang Ke is his own person. What obligation does he have to take care of people and then suffer unreasonable anger?
So Shen Cinian walked down the stairs slowly, not caring much about this matter. He opened the car door, sat in the driver's seat, and drove back to his apartment.
Shen Cinian went into the study, turned on the computer, logged into the Dead Eye Tavern, and glanced at the reservation information.
The person who asked him out still hasn't replied, and the private chat interface is still stuck at yesterday's.
He frowned slightly, his gaze lingering on the silver "b" certification under the other person's pure black avatar for a long time.
Then he sneered softly.
That was good. Humans were truly interesting, and their interesting ways were so varied that it was truly overwhelming for an old man like him, who had come from the abyss.
No problem.
Shen Ci Nian pushed his glasses, which had no prescription, and the lenses reflected the cold light of the laptop screen.
It's okay to disappear. It will only make him feel more happy when he admires the other person's miserable appearance.
He was looking forward to hearing the fragile human wailing under his hands. Perhaps the pain would help this impolite human learn how to respond in time.
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At six o'clock in the evening, Fang Ke woke up and stared at the ceiling for a long time.
The antipyretic has a sleeping effect, and high fever makes one dizzy. He didn't know whether he slept for the whole afternoon or was simply unconscious for the whole afternoon.
His head ached a little, and his solar plexus was beating like a drum. He was confused for a moment and couldn't remember whether he fainted from being angry or fell asleep because he was too tired after the temper tantrum.
The fever had subsided a lot, it was probably just a mild fever, and his stomach was empty. He had only eaten a bowl of porridge the whole day. The long period of time without digestion caused waves of stomach acid to come up in his throat.
I'm a little hungry, but too hungry and feel like vomiting.
He had stomach problems, which were not congenital, but caused by himself.
The dull pain was not obvious. Fang Ke sat up expressionlessly and fumbled for his phone to order some fried chicken.
Didn't touch it. Oh, he dropped it.
He didn't want to go out, but he was too weak to bear it. He hated the feeling of losing strength.
It’s so annoying, why is this broken phone so fragile!
Fang Ke pounded the bed like crazy for a while, and finally got up and prepared to go out.
When he opened the door, he suddenly saw a bowl of porridge on the coffee table.
He suddenly remembered that the man had indeed ordered two servings at noon.
It turns out that both copies belong to him.
A strange feeling came over Fang Ke. He walked over slowly and opened the lid of the porridge. It was already cold, but there was a kettle full of water and a small basin next to it.
As long as he boils water, pours it into a basin, and then puts a bowl full of porridge in it, it can be heated.
The man must have looked for a microwave or rice cooker in his house and made this arrangement when he couldn't find any.
There was a glass of water on the coffee table, and next to the glass were two unopened pills, the front of the pills were made of plastic and the back was made of tin foil.
Fang Ke looked at the pill and was stunned for a moment.
The pill packaging had been trimmed to form two small ovals without any sharp edges, following the shape of the two pills.
Is it necessary to be so detailed? Is he stupid enough to cut his hand?
The new head teacher is a Virgo. This is the only thought in Fang Ke’s mind.
But soon, ideas began to pop up one after another like mushrooms after rain, crowding his brain, which was already not working well due to the fever, and making it ache.
A thought flashed through his mind: It would be great to live with this person.
The prerequisite is that this person must be strict with himself and lenient with others.
If this person also asked him to be so self-disciplined, he would probably smash this person's glasses with one punch and then slam the door and leave.
As for the consequences, he didn't care so much.
What's the big deal? He is powerful and influential, while this guy is just a small county teacher with no qualifications.
Although he did want to be kept in captivity by this person, he was actually the one who intended to keep the other person in captivity.
Fang Ke plugged in the electric kettle and sat on the sofa in a daze again.
What was he thinking? He didn't even know the new teacher's name.
What is he doing?
Fang Ke came back to his senses in a daze. For a moment, he seemed to want to pick up the porridge on the table and throw it out of the window in a rage, along with the bowl and porridge.
But the watch strap on his left wrist was too tight and had left a deep red mark, which was very noticeable. After a slight tremor in his left hand holding the bag, he put the porridge down.
Grass.
He probably couldn't find a partner for too long, so he became terminally ill and went crazy.
Fang Ke poured the porridge into a bowl and heated it in a water bath.
When the porridge was hot, he peeled out the pills at random and was about to throw the packaging into the trash can, but then he suddenly thought of something and put it back into his pocket.
Not caring about whether it was before or after meals, he tilted his head back, swallowed the medicine, lit a cigarette and started smoking.
Light gray smoke mixed with white water vapor.
The chaotic thoughts were mixed together and I couldn't tell which was which.
Fang Ke smoked three cigarettes before he felt relieved. He casually threw the cigarette butt into the water cup, and the ashes formed a gray "rain" in the water.
The blizzard had not stopped yet and seemed like it would never stop. It was getting late and the snow looked gray when I looked out of the brightly lit window.
Shen Cinian stood by the window, watching the snow.
There is also snow in the abyss, red, and that is actually human blood.
Chen Cinian stood for a while and then closed the curtains. The simple electronic clock on the computer desk showed that it was already 21:50. He went into the bathroom to take a bath. At 10:10, he went to bed in dark gray silk pajamas, read for 20 minutes, and turned off the bedside night light at 10:30 to go to sleep.
The night passed quickly. Today was Saturday. At one o'clock in the afternoon, Chen Ci Nian chose a white tuxedo, put on a top hat with a tulle decoration on the brim, changed into a pair of gold-rimmed glasses with a chain, and went out.
Arriving at a meeting place early is a courtesy unique to gentlemen.
Shen Cinian walked into the cellar. The waiter holding a tray at the door checked his membership information, gave him a golden rose badge, and pinned it on his shirt pocket.
He waited for a while, then walked in calmly, carefully choosing a location that was conspicuous enough to be seen as soon as he entered the door, but quiet enough so that no one would disturb him.
A member wearing a rabbit mask and acting as a waiter came over with red wine and served it respectfully.
"Sir, are you waiting for someone?"
Shen Cinian glanced at him lightly, just smiled and said nothing.
"Sir..." The rabbit behind the mask seemed a little panicked. The panic he felt when his thoughts were seen through made him almost want to apologize immediately.
But an arm held him up, preventing his knees from buckling.
Shen Ci Nian's voice was as calm and gentle as always, "Thank you, I'll leave a glass of red wine, you can leave now."
The Rabbit man felt as if he had been pardoned. He put down the wine and walked away.
The eyes under the mask would fall on Shen Cinian from time to time, and the desire to hook up with him grew deeper and deeper.
This person... is so gentle.
I also respect members like him.
Members with gold certification are always superior, but this person is different.
This person was also very elegant. Although the wide brim of the hat and the tulle covered part of his face, he could still see the other person's superior appearance.
He's more gentle and has a bit of a daddy vibe.
Calm, orderly, and a reliable companion.
Unfortunately, the other party didn't like him and seemed to already have a partner. He was a little disappointed. He leaned against the window and pretended to look at the scenery, but his eyes fell on the empty seat opposite Shen Qinian from time to time. He kept wondering in his mind what kind of person could win the favor of such a gentleman.
Shen Ci Nian sipped the red wine very slowly. His pure white gloves were very sensitive and fit his skin well, and did not hinder the elegance of his movements.
He placed the pocket watch in his jacket pocket on the tablecloth when he sat down. He glanced at the time - it was already three o'clock.
Being late, or standing someone up.
Shen Cinian waited quietly, neither anxious nor impatient, until the clock pointed to half past three. He stood up, put the pocket watch in his pocket, and left.
Thirty minutes was the last grace period he gave the other party. If they didn't come, then forget it.
He walked through the dim tunnel, climbed the stairs back to the ground level, and pushed open the door of the tavern.
Ding-dong——
What a familiar sound! This bell does sound very similar to his.
Hundreds of years ago, in the manor of an ancient castle, he was walking slowly with his scepter in hand, and the person he was leading behind him kept making the sound of bells.
"Slow down," the believer who always confused himself ordered and questioned him, "Lord, are you kidding me?"
"Yes," he admitted openly, casually picking a crushed ice blue rose, squatting down, and gently but somewhat ambiguously inserted it into the believer's ear, "My dear child, you were the first to bully the Lord."
The phone suddenly vibrated in his pocket. Shen Ci Nian ended his reminiscence, took off his right glove, and unlocked the screen.
The person with a pure black avatar in the private message interface finally replied.
[Sorry, sir, I haven't been online these days. I was just trying it out, and I didn't think you would agree...]
[Can you give me another chance? Tomorrow]
[Is that okay? I'm so sorry...]
Shen Ci Nian smiled, turned off his phone, and didn't plan to reply.
Sometimes, empathy is the best lesson.
This human will probably be feeling uneasy for quite some time, and from time to time he will suddenly start to wonder if he is angry while doing something.
The next time this experienced and lovely human makes a date, he will understand the importance of keeping his word.
Shen Ci Nian had his back to the wind and snow, the light blue gauze of his hat blown to the side by the cold wind, blocking his sight and also covering his face.
He didn't see Fang Ke walking past him, just as Fang Ke didn't recognize him at first.
Fang Ke just smelled a different scent, which seemed to be calming, very similar to that person.
He paused for a moment as he walked forward with his head down.
He looked back and saw no one behind him. There were messy footprints in the snow, and these messy marks would soon be covered by new snow.
Just like the position where the person he passed by just stood will be constantly replaced by new passers-by.
The snow seemed to have been falling for hundreds of years, leaving deep pits wherever you stepped. The uppers of your sneakers were already soaked, and the light color gradually deepened.
Fang Ke felt a little lost, but he didn't understand why. He stood for a while, lit the cigarette that was originally clamped between his ears, put it in his mouth and walked into the tavern.
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