"I just heard the news of your father's passing today. My condolences."
Even as the sun dips low in the sky and dusk creeps in, the coastal breeze is intensely hot. Couples frolicking in the water or those enjoying family time find it refreshing. But Chen Tinghan, sitting in a food stall on a cobblestone path a few dozen meters from the shore, the smoldering charcoal fire and stagnant steam stifle his brow with sweat.
He was busy with the skewers in his hand, his eyes cautiously glanced at the woman across the table, and he kept talking, "I haven't seen you for many years, I don't know the situation, I asked you out at this time without any reason, please don't be offended."
The food stall had obviously been open for some time. There was no partition between the kitchen and the dining table. The walls had become black from years of cooking fumes, and some places were damp and sticky from the moisture carried by the sea breeze. In this small shop with an average cost of just over 100 yuan per person, a woman sat down, who looked like she definitely didn't belong here from her appearance and dress.
The woman yawned briefly, a hint of laziness and tiredness in her eyes.
The inky black dress exuded mourning, filial piety, and a sense of sadness. She was wrapped tightly, but her face was not hidden. She had a naturally oval face, handsome and profound, with skin as white as snow. Her makeup was very light. In the twilight orange light, one could only see that she had a light touch of makeup on her lips.
Although her eyes were as lazy as a kitten taking a nap, they could not hide the sharpness underneath. Her feet were wrapped in black socks, and her skin was not visible. If others saw them, they could only guess that they were fair and tender. As for her legs, the only part exposed by this outfit was her calves, which were round and straight, and were full of faintly visible strength.
She wasn't as fragile as she looked, nor was she as pretentious. Now that she was here, she ate and drank, without hesitation: "Look at me, do I look sad?"
Compared to her luxurious attire, Chen Tinghan seemed to fit in better here. He was wearing plastic flip-flops, cheap jeans, and an ill-fitting baggy shirt. It was clearly a hot season, but he casually draped a washed-out coat over his shoulders, grabbed a skewer, his hands greasy, and ate without restraint.
In fact, when the duo entered the restaurant, the guests at the nearby table were secretly wondering how many kilograms of love potion the poor boy had given the girl before she agreed to eat with him.
Looking at Chen Tinghan's unshaven beard and unkempt appearance, he really doesn't look like someone who makes a living by his looks.
Of course, the others couldn't see, nor could they imagine what kind of person Chen Tinghan was beneath this sloppy disguise, or how clear his eyes were. He blinked and said, "You certainly don't look heartbroken. I feel like your mouth is about to be opened like a flower."
"Of course." She rolled her eyes charmingly, leaned forward, and said in a light voice from an ambiguous distance, "Because I was the one who killed Wang Kai. A murderer has to feign emotion and squeeze out a few tears at the victim's funeral. It's very tiring. Thanks to you for calling me out. Seeing old classmates together makes me a lot happier."
The sudden crazy remarks shocked Chen Tinghan all over, and his bright eyes slowly narrowed as he stared at her.
Her face was as delicate as a flower covered in dew, revealing a seductive yet corrupt and dangerous aura.
As if she couldn't stand this boring stalemate, she asked, "How long has it been since we last met?"
Chen Tinghan thought carefully for a moment and said, "You are a year older than me. Counting from the time you graduated from high school, it's been fifteen years."
She pursed her lips and smiled, "What are you talking about? You made rapid progress in just one year and ended up going to the same university as me? And there are still three years left. Even if we both graduated, we would still get together occasionally in the next few years. Have you forgotten?"
Chen Tinghan put down his empty skewers, finally wiped off the grease on his hands, and said with an inexplicable smile, "Because I'm not sure if the you I see after graduating from high school will still be Wang Jinling.
If you count carefully, the last time we saw each other was three years ago, three years, three months and five days."
Wang Jinling was angry but also happy. She said, "You remember it so clearly. You didn't answer my calls for the past five years, and when you did, you didn't talk. You just didn't have time to talk. Do you hate me?"
"How could that be? I still remember that whether in high school or college, you were the center of the world and everyone revolved around you. I just saw how busy you were and felt a little inferior. There were so many people chasing after you, how could it be my turn?" Chen Tinghan said with a shy smile.
Wang Jinling moved her chair and sat closer. Her soft hand reached out, brushed aside Chen Tinghan's weed-like hair, and carelessly rubbed his earlobe. She said, "I've known you for only fifteen or sixteen years, and you're only in your thirties. Your skin is wrinkled, your hair is gray, and I don't know who you're angry with, but your eyes remain the same, unchanged..."
Have you ever thought about the many flies around me back then, and was there anyone I personally called to chase them down or question them?"
Chen Tinghan moved his chair back, keeping a little distance, and said, "I'm flattered. At my age, I'm still unemployed. How could I have the courage to do that?"
No matter how you look at it, Wang Jinling is the center of the world. A lot of this is just joking flattery, but everyone has to admit that she will definitely attract other people's attention.
It was understandable that she was tough with Chen Tinghan and acted intimately with him. Perhaps this sloppy man had some outstanding qualities. But he actually avoided her and acted cold and distant. This made some male compatriots in the store who were paying attention to this side grit their teeth and wished they could rush up and take her place.
Only Wang Jinling knew that the earlobe she had just touched was a little warm. If she lifted up the weed-like hair, she would be able to see that the soft flesh was red.
She said teasingly, "If it's hot, why not take off your coat?"
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