58 Reset Lights | I want to give it to you personally
As soon as he finished speaking, Xing Zhou walked towards this side.
He knew that Lin Weifeng would come to work today, so he bought coffee in advance and sent it to her.
Sheng Xin raised his hand to signal to give them the space, then turned and went to the office to reply to the client on WeChat.
Lin Weifeng asked Xing Zhou: "Is Lawyer Jin still angry?"
"Don't be angry anymore." Xing Zhou handed the coffee to Lin Weifeng's desk.
Lin Weifeng took the cup and felt the hot steam hit his face.
"What made you calm down?"
Xing Zhou covered his mouth and lowered his voice: "The administrative team's case had a result yesterday, and I just wanted to tell you this morning."
"So soon? The evidence submission period hasn't even started yet."
"The materials you submitted were well-reasoned and well-founded, and the judge felt the final compensation calculation was reasonable. He asked the procuratorate if it was willing to pursue criminal mediation. As the year drew to a close, the procuratorate readily agreed."
“Is the customer satisfied?”
"It's beyond their expectations," Xing Zhou gave a thumbs-up. "After all, the amount is double what they expected."
Lin Weifeng breathed a sigh of relief, the rim of the cup touching his lips, "Oh, then I'm relieved, otherwise Lawyer Jin really wouldn't have issued me a letter."
She smiled amiably.
After a moment of silence, Xing Zhou lowered his head and stirred the coffee.
He suddenly raised his eyes and changed the subject, saying, "Breeze, that..."
"Hmm?" Lin Weifeng turned his head, his eyes clear.
Xing Zhou said: "Zhou Rui confessed her love to me."
Lin Weifeng was startled at first, then he curled his eyes and said, "As expected, you two got along quite well when you were in Nandun."
"I didn't agree."
The last syllable of Xing Zhou's name was very short; these four words were light but distinct.
"Oh..." Lin Weifeng nodded slightly, then slowly nodded, "Then, why is that?"
"Too fast," Xing Zhou smiled bitterly, his fingertips unconsciously circling the rim of the cup. "And I know her liking has a drawbridge effect. It feels unreal to me."
"Suspension bridge effect..." Lin Weifeng repeated softly.
Once upon a time, she also suspected that her perception of Jiang Yu's heartbeat was an illusion created by gunfire and cultural relics.
But now, those turbulent days have sunk deep into my memory, and suddenly all that is left is complete love.
"Don't demonize the suspension bridge effect. It's also fate," said Lin Weifeng.
Xing Zhou sighed.
Lin Weifeng said: "The point is, do you like her?"
Xing Zhou raised his eyes, his eyes full of seriousness: "It's comfortable to be with her, but comfort doesn't mean I'm attracted to her. I won't say I like her easily."
"Yeah, I understand." Lin Weifeng picked up the coffee, gently touched the wall of the cup, and took a sip. "Your spring is still in the next one. It's also responsible to each other to make it clear."
Sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting a thin grating of light across the tabletop.
Xing Zhou asked, "Where are you and Jiang Yu?"
Lin Weifeng turned on the screensaver on his phone.
Xing Zhou took a look... and was completely shocked!
He was both happy and angry and asked, "When was the wedding held? Why didn't you invite me?!"
Lin Weifeng laughed out loud.
A good mood early in the morning is like a catalyst for work efficiency.
Lin Weifeng sorted out all the recent cases and arranged the work content during the Chinese New Year and after the New Year.
After finishing the last file, it was already dark outside the floor-to-ceiling window.
Lin Weifeng turned off the desk lamp, and the lights in the corridor also went out one by one, leaving only the dim light from the elevator going down to accompany her.
The hall of the building is spacious and bright.
The marble floor reflected her reflection, as well as the person waiting at the end of the reflection.
In the hazy light, without any warning, Jiang Yu stood there.
When the dust settled, he finally stood in front of her, but...
Lin Weifeng paused and slowly stopped two meters away from him.
She didn't seem ready.
Although it didn't take long, it seemed as if every cell in their bodies had been replaced. Lin Weifeng looked at him a few more times. She needed these few glances to adapt herself to the tranquility of the moment.
Jiang Yu shaved, and the stubble on his chin disappeared, leaving only a slightly red shaving mark.
He wasn't as high-spirited as when we first met, but his facial features were calm, and he looked quiet and much more mature.
"I'm off work," Jiang Yu spoke first, a relieved smile between breaths, "This time I really have a day off."
Lin Weifeng nodded lightly and responded, "Yeah."
Jiang Yu lowered his eyes, as if he was considering his words, or as if he was enjoying this moment of silence.
"I'm trying to find a reason to pick you up from get off work," he said with a helpless smile. "I don't know why I need a reason."
Lin Weifeng understood Jiang Yu's feelings.
If the mind is traumatized, even a small matter like picking up a job after get off work will be treated solemnly by the brain in a different way of thinking.
"Did you find it?" she asked softly.
He looked up and nodded, his eyes shining: "Found it."
"What's the reason?"
"Tian Yusu, I haven't paid you this month's rent yet." He paused, "I want to give it to you personally."
What Jiang Yu really wanted to say to Lin Weifeng was a belated "I'm back."
It's just that they need such an excuse.
"Then you pay me the rent first." Lin Weifeng said.
Jiang Yu did as he was told.
Lin Weifeng glanced down at his phone.
For some reason, his eyes lost focus on the amount, and a tear fell from the corner of his eye, hitting the screen.
Jiang Yu subconsciously took two steps forward, standing not too close to her, his eyes sweeping across her face inch by inch.
Lin Weifeng wiped the tears from her face, raised her head, and said in a muffled voice: "Jiang Yu, let's go for a walk."
Jiang Yu listened in front of her.
Such an ordinary invitation, such an ordinary wish, has only had the opportunity to be realized until now.
He stretched out his arm, palm facing up, and asked, "Want to hold hands?"
Lin Weifeng said, "Hold."
Jiang Yu slowly walked to her side, first gently touched the back of her hand with his fingertips, and then interlocked their fingers.
At that moment, it was like two ships in the dark night, drifting for too long, finally found the same lighthouse light and met on the same island.
The winter in Jingjiang is much colder than that in Beiwan.
In contrast, the warmth from Jiang Yu's fingertips made Lin Weifeng's heart drop suddenly, and then it was held firmly.
At that moment, she realized that she had been holding her breath for the past few days.
After many days, the turbid air in the chest can finally be slowly exhaled.
The world is big, their existence is small and powerful.
In such a rare moment of concentration, the gunshots, explosions, countdowns, and all the sharp sounds receded far away, leaving a small space that belonged only to them.
Where the palms touched, the pulse was beating extremely fast.
Lin Weifeng couldn't tell whether it was his or hers.
In fact, Jiang Yu couldn't tell the difference either.
The moment he held her hand, Jiang Yu felt as if he was holding a sealed electric current, and a slight tremor ran along his arm all the way to his heart.
In that operation, he had to save Ning Sicheng, and it was this "have to" that exposed Lin Weifeng's existence.
Fortunately, the cold night is not eternal, and fortunately, the lights on New Year’s Eve last from generation to generation, driving away the evil of human nature.
He thought, it turns out that life can be so concrete.
A small amount of warmth in the palm of your hand is enough to suppress the gunfire and smoke.
Neither of them spoke, but at the same second, they quietly tightened their fingertips.
At that moment, both of them breathed a sigh of relief.
It is the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month, and it is already deep winter.
Most of the old shops along the street were locked, with a sign in black letters on a red background reading "Go Home for the New Year" posted on their wooden doors.
This also led to long queues at many chain restaurants, with the hot steam from the food mixed with the white mist from people's breath.
Lin Weifeng avoided the crowd and chose a wonton stall with smoke rising from the eaves.
The shop is simple but warm. Two iron pots are placed on the stove, the firewood is crackling, and the soup is covered with milky white wonton flowers.
She and Jiang Yu sat side by side on a long bench. The wooden table was polished to a shine by time, reflecting two swaying shadows of lights.
They each ordered a bowl.
"Can you handle spicy food?" she asked.
Jiang Yu folded up his sleeves, revealing the clear lines of his wrist bones. "Pretty capable, how about you?"
"I'm pretty good too," she said, scooping half a spoonful of chili oil into the clear soup with chopped green onions, "but I don't like numbness."
The red oil melts quickly and becomes crystal clear.
Jiang Yu watched her move the spoon and said in a low voice, "I don't like it either."
He answered too quickly, and his tone sounded like he was solving a formula he had already memorized.
Lin Weifeng tilted her head, her eyes flicking from the edge of the bowl to his face, asking for confirmation, "Seriously?"
"real."
She lowered her eyes, and a small curve appeared at the corner of her mouth. "That's quite fitting."
"How do you say it?"
“One of the secrets to a happy life is being able to eat together.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Yu also added half a spoonful of chili peppers. The thin skin wrapped around the tender pink meat filling floated in the soup and then slid into the red oil.
The two started drinking wontons.
One shoulder, one higher than the other, leaned loosely against each other.
Lin Weifeng felt scalded at first, and Jiang Yu immediately put warm water to her mouth.
Jiang Yu ate faster, and perhaps one of the wontons absorbed too much soup, causing him to choke and his injured chest to hurt for a while.
But his expression was so calm that Lin Weifeng didn't notice.
Lin Weifeng just saw that his lips were stained with a circle of red, smiled, and took a piece of paper to help him wipe it.
He also responded with a smile.
The ten minutes or so passed slowly but fully.
The light from the firewood reflected on them, and the reflection in the spoon swayed slightly, pure and beautiful.
After eating, they continued walking hand in hand.
After turning a corner, he came across a long queue. Lin Weifeng stood on tiptoe to look and saw that there seemed to be a new internet-famous milk tea shop in front.
"Do you want to drink?" Jiang Yu asked, tilting his head.
Lin Weifeng said, "The line is a bit long."
"Isn't that just right?"
"That's just right."
"It's just right to eat enough to keep warm."
Lin Weifeng tilted his head and looked at him.
Jiang Yu said: "Everything I haven't done is the 'right' thing to do."
So he tightened his wrist and pulled her to the end of the line.
The team slowly moved, and he lowered his head and asked, "What would you like to drink?"
"I like everything authentic," she answered simply. "At milk tea shops, I usually just buy the most ordinary milk tea, which is milk and tea."
"Pearls?"
"Three parts sugar, no ice, no toppings."
Jiang Yu nodded gently: "I remember."
"And you?"
"I rarely drink," he shrugged, his breath spreading out in front of him. "When I was a kid, I helped my dad experiment with so many varieties of scented tea. As an adult, I rarely even drink water."
Lin Weifeng smiled.
Jiang Yu said, "But today I want to drink the same thing as you."
Steaming hot, milk tea is in hand.
The aroma of tea mixed with sugar was blown to the tip of my nose by the cold wind.
Sweet, just like their tacit understanding at the moment.
The two of them held milk tea and walked slowly along Jiangxianhe Old Street.
The shops along the street had hung up big red lanterns early, and New Year's songs were playing on repeat from the loudspeakers.
Passing by a paper-cutting shop, the window was filled with paper-cuts.
Lin Weifeng pushed the door open and wanted to buy some to put up in his bedroom.
When checking out, the cashier politely offered a sales pitch: "It's the Little New Year, and customers who buy New Year's goods can make their own Spring Festival couplets. Would you like to try, handsome guy or beautiful girl?"
Lin Weifeng looked at Jiang Yu.
Unexpectedly, the usually indifferent Jiang Yu was quite interested. He shook Lin Weifeng's arm and said, "I want to try it on the first date."
Lin Weifeng smiled suddenly.
There is an old table set up in the depths of the shop, with red paper spread out and the scent of ink in the air, which does have that flavor.
Lin Weifeng approached, picked up the brush, and with his wrist slightly suspended, he quickly wrote the first line of the couplet: [The flowers have faded, but spring is not yet old.]
She hoped that Operation Fanhua would be over and that she and Jiang Yu could welcome the spring safely.
She stopped when she was about to write the second couplet.
They wanted to write something about themselves, but the tip of the pen was hanging above the paper, and the ink was about to fall, but it didn't fall at all.
A sentence stuck in the throat can never be perfect no matter how you organize it.
Jiang Yu stood beside her, his eyes falling on the line of words she wrote and then on her slightly trembling eyelashes.
After a while, he reached out and took the pen, and next to the blank space she left, he wrote: [The breeze brings peace to the river.]
The handwriting is steady and the ink is not dry yet.
Lin Weifeng raised his eyes and met Jiang Yu's gaze.
A fireworks display began outside the window covered with paper-cuts, and the sky suddenly exploded.
She lowered her head and placed the two cups of milk tea side by side on the corner of the table. The walls of the cups touched each other, making a slight sound.
Lin Weifeng raised his milk tea and said, "Good cooperation, cheers."
Jiang Yu deliberately said, "The ability to cooperate is finally used on a date."
Lin Weifeng smiled and said, "I don't want to be a hostage anymore."
"No." Jiang Yu's eyes were fixed.
Walking out with the Spring Festival couplets in his hand, Lin Weifeng glanced at the time.
"It's a little late today, and I don't have time to experience all the assembly line dating programs one by one," she said.
Jiang Yu asked: "What is an assembly line project?"
"Eat, go shopping, watch a movie, take pictures, post to Moments, sleep..." Lin Weifeng's expression faltered, he looked at him with his eyelids, and changed the subject to say, "Send my girlfriend home."
Jiang Yu pinched her chin: "Send your girlfriend home to sleep?"
Faced with such a shrewd person, Lin Weifeng had no choice but to nod silently and say "hmm".
Jiang Yu curled the corners of his lips, wishing that the years could be so peaceful and everything could go on slowly.
Let the words be spoken clearly and the heart be at peace.
He said, "Okay, now the assembly line moves on to the next item, which is sending my girlfriend home."
He added: "Back to her own home."
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