I know very little about his past, and he has never been willing to tell me.
I still managed to glean a little something from the snippets of conversation between Shi Xia and Shi Jin.
Fu Yanshen looked at me, seemingly wanting to say something but hesitating. After a while, he said, "Eat quickly."
He still doesn't want to tell me these things, but I'm no longer anyone to him, so he has even less reason to tell me.
I felt a tightness in my chest and silently ate my dumplings with my head down.
After dinner, I was eating strawberries by the fireplace, watching short videos from China to pass the time. Fu Yanshen walked up to me, looking refreshed and without a trace of cooking fumes.
"Let's set off fireworks."
He said.
I followed him out the door as if possessed, and straddled the back of his motorcycle.
Fu Yanshen supported himself on the ground with his two long legs, turned to the side, and helped me put on the motorcycle helmet.
The motorcycle engine roared, accompanied by a pungent exhaust fumes, and sped away in a flash. I instinctively hugged his waist tightly.
The wind was biting cold, and my chest was pressed against his back, faintly feeling his thunderous heartbeat...
A large group of young Chinese people gathered in an open space on the outskirts of the city; this was the officially designated location for setting off fireworks.
"Hey beautiful, where are you from?"
Fu Yanshen went to move the fireworks, and a handsome guy with a southern accent struck up a conversation with me.
I turned to leave, but the other person grabbed my arm. "Are you here to study abroad? Or for tourism? Let's add each other as friends!"
His sleazy tone made him sound like someone who wasn't exactly a nice guy.
"roll."
At that moment, a cold voice rang out.
In the dim light, Fu Yanshen narrowed his eyes and stared coldly at the other person.
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