Han Xu followed her gaze and saw Lin Zhiyi standing alone under the street light across the street, looking over here.
Their eyes met, and Lin Zhiyi turned around and got into the car.
Han Xu straightened up instantly, put out his cigarette on the trash can with one hand, threw the butt in, then walked to the vent, took off his coat, and went to the air-conditioning in a vest.
Wen Qingqing was puzzled: "What are you doing?"
Han Xu sniffed the coat and threw it to her: "You can go now, take this and throw it away."
"…Am I a babysitter?"
"If you keep arguing, I'll give you an extra kissing scene."
"Death to the capitalists!"
She ran away angrily. Han Xu's eyes fell on the car across the street. The closed car window was covered with anti-peep film, so he couldn't see what was inside, but he felt that someone's eyes were fixed on him.
Is it an illusion?
When he returned to the car, the smell of smoke on Han Xu had been blown away by the wind.
Lin Zhiyi propped up his face and looked out the window, holding a long cigarette between his other fingers. The smoke blurred his features.
Han Xu frowned: "When did you learn it?"
He remembered that what Lin Zhiyi hated in the past was the smell of cigarettes. If he came home from a party smelling of cigarettes, he couldn't be hugged and had to take off his clothes and take a shower first.
"It's been many years." Lin Zhiyi didn't look at him and said indifferently, "I've forgotten it."
I forgot which winter it was after I left Han Xu. At that time, I lived in a cold basement. One time during the Chinese New Year, when I returned home from buying groceries, I found that my house had been burglarized. When the security guard checked, he felt sorry for the thief and handed him a cigarette.
The first time I smoked a cigarette, the pungent smell brought tears to my eyes.
When did I start to get used to it? I can’t remember.
It is difficult for him to get addicted to something, and he hasn't touched cigarettes since he paid off his debts.
Just now, I suddenly missed that spicy taste.
The cigarette in his hand was taken away while he was daydreaming and he put it out with force.
The next second, her chin was forcibly lifted up, and her lips were forced to meet the other's plunder.
The car started and the fender rose to block out the outside sounds.
Han Xu said, "I've quit."
"Why?" Lin Zhiyi tilted his head, seeming a little confused.
"I don't like the smell of smoke." Han Xu's voice was cold.
Thinking of the scene he just saw, Lin Zhiyi laughed meaningfully: "I know."
Neither agree nor refuse.
Han Xu was not satisfied with his answer, but did not ask any further questions.
I drank too much and didn't feel anything at the time, but now the aftereffects are coming on and the uncomfortable feeling is like waves coming up, and I don't feel like talking.
I simply closed my eyes and banged my head against the edge of the car window.
In the silent night, Lin Zhiyi turned his head and his eyes fell on the other person's face for a long time.
Her fingertips stopped just a hair's breadth away from him, almost touching him.
…
After returning home, Lin Zhiyi helped the person upstairs.
Han Xu was really drunk, and all his weight was on Lin Zhiyi.
The driver wanted to help, but Han Xu kicked him away.
The driver touched the back of his head and said, "I haven't seen the young master drink so much in a long time."
He staggered and helped the person back to the room, and just as he put him on the sofa, he was pushed down by the other person.
Han Xu rested his hands on the sides of his face. His eyes, which were darkened by the light, were unfocused, but he looked straight at him and asked the question that had been suppressed for a long time:
"Seven years ago, on Christmas Day...why didn't you come?"
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