The statement that love is a trap is undeniably true, and he didn't intend to refute it, continuing to sort through the photos with his head down.
Eight photo albums were neatly stacked on the cabinet. Shekh said to him, "I thought you would put some photos out."
He used to post a picture on his WeChat Moments every few days, showing off quite a bit, but I never expected him to be so low-key at home.
"I know in my heart whether I'm doing well at home or not, so it's fine whether I show it off or not. But in places where outsiders don't know, I have to show it off a little."
Shekh remained lying on the carpet, his posture unchanged, his voice muffled by the movement, "Don't worry about annoying people by sending too many messages. I see a lot of people on your contact list talking about the stock market today, finance tomorrow, and politics the day after."
“If a decent person talks about economics on WeChat Moments, they’ll get annoyed. People who don’t like it can find a million reasons to say they don’t like it, but I post it because I’m happy, and that’s enough.”
If it bothers you, either block or tolerate it. He's happy being with Sheikh, and he has to show off what he wants to show off.
Shi Jinzhe spoke boastfully, but immediately after saying that, he asked her, "Would you like to display some photos at home?"
"No."
Shekh refused. He saw that face every time he closed his eyes in the morning, and there was no need to look at the dead when there was a living one.
Good memories are etched deeper with each recollection, allowing you to recreate the feelings you had without even seeing the image.
A photo is just a medium for recording images. People who care will not forget it even if they don't see it, while people who don't care can still have affairs even if they put their wedding photos on their bedside table. She remembers it very clearly; it was just like that in a TV series she watched last time.
Shekh turned to look at the head of the bed, since there was nowhere to put it there anyway; he could just take it out and revisit it whenever he had time.
She lay back down, bending over as she was being instructed, "Come and carry me back after you've put me down. I'm sleepy and want to sleep; I don't want to move on my own."
Shi Jin closed the cabinet door, saying, "Here it comes."
...
Time flies, and in mid-July, the dog days of summer arrive, and the cicadas on the artificial island chirp noisily from morning till night.
In the latter part of the month, the two entered a game, a team-based survival speedrun dungeon. The mission required them to team up with the magical creatures in the dungeon and help them obtain evolution rewards.
Shi Jinzhe directly lured the nearest fish-like creatures to form a group, and then he and Shekh ignored other obstacles and headed straight for the finish line.
They completed the ten-day task in four hours, successfully winning the first-place reward.
Even after leaving the instance, Shekh was still saying that if the journey hadn't been limited to four hours, they could have gone even faster.
"Four hours goes by quickly too," Shi Jinzhe exclaimed. "Speed racing is so much better than puzzle-solving and survival games. The rewards are greater and faster. I hope there will be more of these."
"If the system hears you say that, it will definitely do something behind your back to assign you to the type of dungeon you least want to go to."
"It's something it's capable of doing..."
Shi Jinzhe stopped halfway through his sentence and asked doubtfully, "It seems like I haven't heard the system speak in a long time. In the past, it would always talk back and refute when it overheard something like this."
"Aside from the initial task release and reward settlement, it hasn't been arguing with me for a long time. The last time it talked back to me was when I threatened it to give us two months off."
Sheh counted on her fingers. After the Slander instance, the system hadn't spoken much, and it hadn't appeared at all in these last few instances. Something wasn't right. Shouldn't it be monitoring her 24/7?
【system? 】
No one answered.
Shekh called out several times before the system finally replied with a mechanical voice that conveyed no emotion, but she inexplicably sensed a kind of indifference.
It wasn't so much coldness as it was a lack of emotion, an indifference unaffected by anything.
【What's up? 】
It's okay, go have fun.
Shekh dismissed the system, then shook his head repeatedly, which seemed a bit strange.
"Let's go have fun tomorrow. If we go to southern Fujian early, we can see other things." Shi Jinzhe didn't mention the system and directly changed the subject.
Shekh felt something was off, which meant there was a problem. The system said it had left, but who knew if it really had? Since Shi Jue couldn't be trusted, he simply didn't talk about it to avoid making any mistakes.
Schech, admiring the golden python in the landscape room through the glass, received the message conveyed by Shi Jinzhe and then changed the subject to the matter of going on a trip.
"Let's take the high-speed train, we don't want to fly."
"I know, the high-speed rail is your first choice." Shi Jinzhe hadn't considered flying; he had the high-speed rail ticket booked for him.
Sheh generously snuggled up to him and clung to him, saying, "My husband is so good."
"All you ever do is use the words 'husband' and 'love me' to manipulate me. Have you considered learning some new words?"
"You didn't even have those two words to begin with, so don't ask for too much."
What a hurtful answer! Shi Jinzhe took a step back, looking like he was badly injured. Shehe was pulled forward by his movement and exposed him, "Will a broken heart make your legs lame?"
“A wounded heart can kill a person.” Shi Jinzhe pulled and tugged at her, making an exaggerated request, “I need a true love’s kiss to come back to life.”
Shekh pressed his forehead against his, staring intently into his creased eyes. "Are you sure you're not dead?"
"It's worth dying for, come on."
"Don't come looking for me even if you die." After saying that, she kissed him, and I vaguely heard Shi Jinzhe say, "I'll still come looking for you even if I die."
...
The next day, Shi Jin appeared at the high-speed rail station with his luggage in his left hand and his wife in his right.
In the dedicated security checkpoint for business class passengers, someone helped push their luggage, allowing the two of them to enter the carriage with ease.
The carriage was spacious, quiet, and not crowded, making it very comfortable.
Scheher swung his leg and remarked with feeling, "Before, if you didn't have money, you had to queue outside. Now you can get personalized service. No wonder people always want to move up in society. Money and service are indeed directly proportional."
“What you’re saying…” Shi Jinzhe sighed heavily, “makes me feel guilty.”
"It's okay, I'll still love you even if I'm broke."
Shekh's legs were covered with a thin blanket, and she told Shi Jinzhe frankly, "At least you didn't make me squeeze into one of those buses outside."
As time passed, I turned to look out the window. A distant platform was occupied by an ordinary express train. It had the same origin and destination as ours, but it required transfers and made numerous stops at small stations, taking three times longer than ours.
Shekh followed his gaze and caught sight of a woman running to catch a carriage, carrying a child in her arms and a black, tattered tote bag, which looked bulging with something inside.
The black handbag was unevenly weighted and swayed too much back and forth, obstructing the woman's legs when she ran. One protruding part kept hitting the woman's calf, making her stumble and fall.
She propped her chin up with her hand. "Do you still remember that girl named Chai Anan?"
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