Zuo Jinheng picked up his hat and sunglasses and shook them. "Idols are human beings too. They have to live human lives too. What's wrong with taking a walk in the park? And I have this when I go out."
Yang Shushu smiled and said, "It seems being an idol is quite difficult."
"Oh, everyone in this world, rich or poor, has their own problems. It's just that their problems are different. Your husband is rich, right? Look at that family of uncles and aunts. How miserable are they?"
Yang Shushu was stunned for a moment, then her eyes turned. "Idol, I feel like you and Mu Shicang seem to have a lot of history. From your tone, it seems like you are very familiar with him, but every time you meet, the scene is a bit overturned. What is this love-hate relationship?"
Later, she deliberately spoke ambiguously. Zuo Jinheng understood, but didn't mind. He took the beer and wanted to clink glasses with her again. This time she was very considerate and bumped into him and took a big sip.
"If I tell you, Mu Shi will definitely hate me to death. But..." Zuo Jinheng smiled carefreely: "Anyway, he hated me to begin with, so it doesn't matter if he hates me more or less. When I was a kid, he and I were pretty close. We played games together, fought together, and even ran away from home together to explore the desert. But before we even left Jinjing, we were dragged back by our parents."
Talking about his youth, Zuo Jinheng's smile showed a hint of helplessness and regret.
Yang Shushu was a little surprised. Mu Shicang had such a childish period?
"So what happened next? Why did it turn out like this? Could it be that you two fell in love with the same girl?"
"Oh, if that's the case, it's still a good thing to solve. At worst, I can just give it to him. There are many beautiful women in the world. What do I, Zuo Jinheng, need a woman?" As he said this, he took another sip, but it was all gone in one gulp. He was a little dissatisfied and waved his hand: "Little fan, buy a few more cans for your idol."
Yang Shushu pouted. She was listening with great interest: "I'll buy it after I finish talking."
"No, buy it back and continue, otherwise there will be no story to listen to." Zuo Jinheng patted her head gently. "Be obedient, today the idol is very eager to chat, you can know more about the tits."
Yang Shushu was really curious. After thinking about it, she nodded and said, "Okay, would you like to grill some skewers for me?"
"Yes, why not." Zuo Jinheng raised his face and smiled at her. This place was a little far from the street lights in the park, and the light was dim. His usually sunny smile seemed to be covered with a layer of shadow. Yang Shushu finally vaguely felt that Zuo Jinheng seemed to be in a bad mood today.
About twenty minutes later, Yang Shushu came back with a few cans of beer in one hand and some freshly grilled skewers in the other.
When she came back, there were still few people passing by here. This path was located at the corner of the park and few people walked on it. Now it was summer and there were more mosquitoes around. Usually there were not many people here. Yang Shushu was not familiar with the terrain here and discovered it by chance. The view here was good and she could see outside, but it was very quiet.
The two of them spread out the skewers and wine on the bench. Zuo Jinheng couldn't help but sigh, "Oh, it's been a long time since I've tried eating at a street stall. I miss it so much."
Yang Shushu had long known Zuo Jinheng's family background. In the eyes of an ordinary person like her, how could a young master from an upper-class society like them ever eat at a street stall? But from the tone of his voice, it seemed like he had eaten there often before?
Seeing her puzzled look, Zuo Jinheng smiled: "In the past, I liked this, but Mu Shicang was hypocritical and refused to eat at street stalls. However, he was still loyal enough. Every time I went to eat, he would at least accompany me for a drink."
"Yeah, he's quite hypocritical." Yang Shushu nodded, then asked, "Then continue, why did you become enemies? If it wasn't because of a woman, was it because of a man?"
"You are such a bad girl." Zuo Jinheng poked her with the bamboo stick of the skewer somewhat helplessly.
Yang Shushu: "Then tell me quickly."
"Do you know how Mu Shi's parents died?" Zuo Jinheng suddenly asked.
He was still holding a half-drunk bottle of beer in his hand, and because he had used so much force, the can was flattened.
Yang Shushu paused, and the hand holding the skewers also stopped halfway. Suddenly, she felt that her joke was disgusting.
Seeing her shake her head slightly, Zuo Jinheng laughed: "I thought you would ask me, did I kill him?"
"Idol, I'm not that boring." She felt a little embarrassed, so she picked up her beer and bumped into him.
They both took a big gulp at the same time.
"His parents died in a car accident." He took another sip. "But the cause of the accident had nothing to do with me. You must be curious why he hated me because of his parents' death, right?"
Yang Shushu nodded.
"In fact, he shouldn't just hate me, but our Zuo family." He raised his head, drank the rest of the can, and then even burped in a way that was not in line with his image.
But Yang Shushu discovered that after drinking two or three cans, his face was no longer red, but had become much paler, and his eyes no longer looked drunk, but more sober, though he no longer had a smile on his face.
"My friendship with him ended in fourth grade. That summer, my grandfather and I went to visit his old friend, but he got sick because of the unfamiliar climate. So we returned early and got into a car accident on the way."
Recalling the scene of that year, Zuo Jinheng suddenly buried his face in his hands and stopped talking.
This time, Yang Shushu didn't ask any further questions. He just sat there quietly and waited. After a while, he finally looked up and said, "I was half asleep in the car when I heard a child crying outside. It sounded familiar to me. I felt like the child seemed to pat the car and say something, but I was so sleepy that I didn't hear it clearly. It wasn't until my grandfather took me to the hospital and I woke up that I knew what had happened."
When he said this, his face was almost expressionless. Zuo Jinheng, who no longer smiled, looked extremely cold, like an ice sculpture.
"..." Yang Shushu silently opened another can of beer for him. She could vaguely guess why he said Mu Shicang hated their Zuo family.
He took the beer, took another big sip, and then laughed again: "You must think my grandfather is cold-blooded and heartless, right?"
Yang Shushu didn't say anything. She didn't know the details of what happened at that time, so it was difficult for her to make a judgment.
"Don't mention you. I also think Grandpa is being too extreme. I later looked it up and found out that the situation was extremely urgent. The car of the Mu family of three was affected. There were several cars chasing them on the road. Have you ever seen a police and gangster movie? According to the information I found, the scene at the time was comparable to a blockbuster. A car hit the Mu family's car. Mu Shicang was sent out by his parents in time, but the couple didn't make it in time, and both cars caught fire."
Having said this, he suddenly looked at Yang Shushu: "Do you know why I am telling you this?"
“…” Yang Shushu shook her head.
"Oh, because I'm bored. I've been holding these words in my heart for more than ten years, and I also have someone to talk to. When I met you today, I suddenly felt that you might be interested in listening."
“…” What a lame excuse.
"Okay, let's continue."
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