57 I want to see you, so I come
A cold wind whipped dead leaves past her feet. Liu Yuwei reached down and pulled the hood of her down jacket down, the furry brim nearly covering her eyes. She continued walking towards the intersection against the wind, the soles of her boots crunching through the dead leaves. "Liu Yuwei?!" She had barely taken two steps when she heard someone calling her name. She turned back and saw the person she had just thought of standing not far behind her. He was wearing a light black down jacket, clutching a plastic bag that rustled in the wind. A mask obscured half his face, ruffling his hair across his forehead, but the curve of his brows was clearly visible. His gaze, like a stream melted by the warm sun after the first snow, held an unexpected tenderness. "What a beautiful girl!" The thought, like a bird freed from its cage, flew through Liu Yuwei's mind uncontrollably. Her fingers were clutching the hood of her down jacket, the soft fur collar dancing in the wind, obscuring her vision. She instinctively pulled it off, and her hair immediately became tangled. Seeing her frozen in place, Jin Lang took three or two steps towards her. Watching her hair flutter wildly in the wind, he didn't think twice before extending his long arm around her shoulders, as if to pull her into his embrace. Liu Yuwei took a small step back in shock, but the next second, the hat he had just taken off was put back on his head. His bony fingers carelessly brushed her earlobe, leaving a slight chill. "It's windy, don't let it blow!" His voice was a little hoarse. Liu Yuwei, her spirits returning to her senses, raised her face. "Why are you here?" The man's smile deepened, and fine lines appeared at the corners of his eyes. "I wanted to see you, so I came!" His words were as straightforward as a meteor streaking through the winter night, so natural, so right. Liu Yuwei blinked, and she could hear her own heartbeat mingling with the wind. "What if I wasn't home if you didn't tell me?" "How would I know if I wasn't home if I didn't come?" His answer was filled with an irrefutable stubbornness. It seemed to make some sense, and Liu Yuwei was momentarily speechless. For some reason, she suddenly remembered Xiaolin's words from yesterday. If they wanted to meet, they could meet. If they wanted to chat, they could chat. Throw away rationality, abandon restraint, let their thoughts run wild, and enjoy the process. Those words, which she had once laughed off, now took on a certain truth in the morning light. A dead leaf swirled and landed in the space between them. A cold wind carried his familiar scent against her face, shattering Liu Yuwei's defenses. She looked down at the plastic bag in Jin Lang's hand. Heat condensed on the transparent surface, forming fine droplets that slowly slid down, like tears. "Is it for me?" Her voice was lighter than she'd expected. "Yes!" Jin Lang held out his hand and handed it to her...
The cold wind blew dead leaves past her feet. Liu Yuwei reached down and pulled the hood of her down jacket down, the furry brim almost covering her eyes. She continued walking towards the intersection against the wind, the soles of her boots making a crisp sound as they rolled over the dead leaves.
"Liu Yuwei?!"
Just after taking two steps, she heard someone calling her name. She turned around and saw the person she had just thought of standing not far behind her.
He wore a light black down jacket, clutching a plastic bag that rustled in the wind. A mask covered half his face, ruffling his hair in the wind, but the curve of his brows was clearly visible, and his gaze, like a stream melted by the warm sun after the first snow, held a gentleness that caught one off guard.
"It's so beautiful!" This thought, like a bird escaping a cage, flew through Liu Yuwei's mind uncontrollably. Her fingers were tugging at the hood of her down jacket, the soft fur collar dancing in the wind, obscuring her vision. She subconsciously pulled it off, and her hair immediately became tangled.
Seeing her standing there in a daze, Jin Lang walked up to her in two or three steps.
Looking at the hair flying wildly in the wind, he didn't think much about it. He stretched out his long arms and wrapped them around her shoulders, as if to hold her in his arms.
Liu Yuwei took a small step back in shock, but the next second the hat that had just been taken off was put back on his head.
His bony fingers inadvertently brushed against her earlobe, leaving a slightly cool touch.
"The wind is strong, don't blow it!"
His voice was a little hoarse.
Liu Yuwei, who had regained his composure, raised his head and asked, "Why are you here?"
The man's smile deepened, and fine lines appeared at the corners of his eyes. "I wanted to see you, so I came!"
These words were as straightforward as a meteor streaking across a winter night, so natural and right.
Liu Yuwei blinked her eyes and heard her own heartbeat mixed in with the sound of the wind.
"If you don't tell me in advance, what if I'm not at home?"
"How can I know if you are home if I don't come?"
His answer was filled with irrefutable stubbornness.
It seemed to make some sense, and Liu Yuyi was speechless for a moment.
For some reason, she suddenly remembered what Xiaolin had said yesterday. If you want to meet, then meet; if you want to chat, then chat; throw away rationality, abandon restraint, indulge your thoughts, and enjoy the process.
Those remarks that she had once laughed off now revealed some truth in the morning light.
A dead leaf swirled and landed in the space between them. The cold wind blew the familiar scent from his body towards him, breaking the defenses in Liu Yuwei's heart.
She looked down at the plastic bag in Jin Lang's hand. The heat condensed into fine water droplets on the transparent wall, and then slowly slid down, like tears.
"For me?"
Her voice was lighter than expected.
"Yeah!" Jin Lang handed it to her, his hands were red from the cold.
"I passed by the breakfast shop in front of your school and bought a few things."
He paused, a hint of embarrassment flashing in his eyes. "I didn't expect there would be traffic jams on the weekend, so I'm a little late. Have you had breakfast?"
Liu Yuwei shook her head. She opened the bag and took a look. There were shiny tea eggs, plump steamed dumplings, and a bowl of millet and pumpkin porridge.
If you plotted this route on a map, from the East Third Ring Road to the North Fourth Ring Road and then back to the South Third Ring Road, it would probably form a triangle. But having your craving delivered to your door was pretty good luck.
She suddenly raised her eyes and her gaze met Jin Lang's directly.
"Have you eaten yet? Do you want to come up and have some together?"
Jin Lang didn't expect her to make an invitation. He was obviously stunned and his Adam's apple rolled unconsciously.
In the brief silence, only the sound of the wind whistling in my ears.
"If you have something to worry about, forget it!"
Liu Yuwei pretended to withdraw the invitation, but saw Jin Lang raised his wrist to check the time, and then the smile in his eyes was like melted honey.
"There's still time for breakfast!"
As they entered the elevator, one after the other, someone called out, "Wait a minute." The man's slender fingers pressed the door-opening button just in time, and the metal door slowly slid open, revealing the figure of their neighbor, Aunt Wang, clutching a small cart crammed with vegetables.
"Thank you!"
Liu Yuwei greeted with a smile, "Auntie Wang, are you going to buy groceries?"
"Oh, I didn't realize it was you." Aunt Wang ran a few steps, a little out of breath. Seeing Liu Yuwei carrying a bulging bag, she asked, "Are you going to buy breakfast?"
“No, a friend bought it for me!”
The plastic bag dangled between her fingers.
Only then did Aunt Wang look up and down at the man who had just helped her.
Jin Lang politely took off his hat. His black hair was a little messy, but it made his eyebrows and eyes look even more profound.
He nodded slightly and whispered, "Hello!"
"You...you're the one who blocked the door earlier..." Aunt Wang seemed to have opened up her Ren and Du meridians. Her eyes widened and she pointed her fingers in the air. Then she realized her words were inappropriate and quickly changed the subject, "The young man who was waiting for Xiaowei at her door!"
Jin Lang smiled and said, "Yes, it's me!"
"I thought you were some kind of thief scouting the area, wearing a hat and a mask all day long!"
Aunt Wang slapped her forehead and said, "Oh, I'm really not very careful with my mouth. I didn't expect you to be Xiaowei's friend."
The corners of his mouth behind the mask curled up in a helpless arc. Jin Lang was thinking about how to explain when he heard Liu Yuwei say seriously.
"He got a scar on his face from a fight when he was a kid. He looks scary when he takes off his mask!"
Aunt Wang didn't expect that the lawyer could talk nonsense so seriously, so she nodded in belief. Only Jin Lang saw the cunning in her eyes.
"I see..."
The old man looked at Jin Lang again with a gaze filled with kindness.
Jin Lang lowered his head and rubbed the tip of his nose with his knuckles, hiding the smile that was about to overflow in his hands.
…
After entering the house, Liu Yuwei took off her down jacket, picked up a plastic bag and walked quickly into the kitchen, with Jin Lang following closely behind her.
"Do you need help?"
His voice rang in my ears.
Liu Yuwei touched the lunch box, feeling a chill creep through her fingertips. The once hot breakfast had long since faded to lukewarm in the chill. She bent down to retrieve the cutlery from the drawer, her V-neck pajamas falling as she moved, revealing a sliver of her snow-white skin.
She stood up and was about to instruct Jin Lang to pour the porridge into the bowl, but she saw him looking away, a suspicious blush on the tip of his ear. Amidst the awkward coughing, Liu Yuwei's mind flashed with a flash of light. This dress had been washed so many times that the fabric was a little loose. She had been lazy before going out, and just now she leaned over and was afraid that her spring scenery would be exposed, all at a glance.
She calmed herself down, raised her chin with forced composure, and pointed to the microwave on the shelf, "Heat it up for me."
After saying that, she walked away quickly, the rapid clicking sound of her slippers on the floor betraying her nervousness.
When she reappeared, Liu Yuwei had changed into an oversized gray pullover sweatshirt. Her cropped yoga pants accentuated her straight, smooth legs, making her ankles appear even more slender. Her loose hair was tied into a bun, revealing her fair neck.
Jin Lang's gaze lingered on her briefly, and he thought to himself that she probably didn't know that this kind of unintentional sexiness was sometimes more tempting and lethal than nudity.
Liu Yuwei looked at the breakfast for one that he brought and decided to return the favor.
The fried eggs sizzled in the pan, and she casually stuffed two slices of bread into the toaster. The capsule coffee machine emitted a low hum, and the small kitchen was filled with the charming aroma of home.
Jin Lang stood aside, looking at her busy back, and suddenly felt something in his chest breaking out with vigorous vitality.
"Would you like milk in your coffee?"
She asked without turning her head, and with a slight shake of her wrist, the fried egg slid smoothly onto the plate.
"No need." His voice was slightly hoarse, "This is just right now."
…
Breakfast that day was hurried, and Liu Yuwei didn't have much chance to speak. Jin Lang received several calls in less than 20 minutes of sitting opposite her.
Liu Yuwei pieced together from a few words that he did not leave from home at all, but landed at Beijing North Airport outside the northeast fifth ring road early in the morning. No wonder there was a faint blue color under his eyes when he looked closely.
After hanging up the phone, Jin Lang just watched her eat breakfast quietly. His gaze was light, but it made Liu Yuwei unconsciously slow down the movement of holding the chopsticks, and tentatively asked if she wanted to share two dumplings with him.
Jin Lang shook his head, pointed at his mask and explained that he had a cold and was afraid of infecting her. Only then did Liu Yuwei realize that there was a hint of nasality in his voice.
Before leaving, he took away coffee and a sandwich in his black Starbucks thermos - two slices of slightly burnt toast with a fried egg in between, so simple that there wasn't even a piece of lettuce.
…
On Monday, Liu Yuwei officially reported to the new department.
Her new workstation is next to a special display room. In other settings, silk banners are usually hung flat on the wall, allowing everyone to clearly see the glossy praise. However, the silk banners received by the Tiancheng Public Welfare Affairs Group are like pieces of custom-made gold velvet clothing, neatly arranged and hung on their own curved "hanger."
The pieces of red seemed like burning flames solidified into an eternal medal. Liu Yuwei is still impressed by the visual impact when he first saw this scene.
"Welcome to join the Public Welfare Affairs Group!"
A gentle female voice came from behind.
Liu Yuwei's new boss is Tong Lu, a leading public interest lawyer. This is the reason she chose Tiancheng Law Firm after considering multiple offers. When she applied for a new position, Tong Lu asked her why she chose public interest work, given the lack of financial resources and the sheer hardship. Liu Yuwei quoted her response from an interview: "The law protects the fairness of every ordinary life."
Although everyone knows about the rumors that Liu Yuwei took the initiative to change her job, most of her new colleagues have already known her through various charity activities in the institute.
The greetings coming one after another from the office area and the enthusiasm flashing in the eyes of colleagues made Liu Yuwei gradually relax.
For the next half month, Liu Yuwei was like a camel thorn rooted in the desert, frantically absorbing "nutrients" from past case files, chewing on the relevant legal aid regulations, and recording every communication detail at the mediation site of his predecessors.
It was not until that sunny afternoon that Tong Lu pushed a thin case file in front of her.
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