"It's getting dark now, isn't it? I feel cold, so I changed into something thicker," Ah Chou avoided Zhong Mingwei's eyes. He hurriedly took out another sticky bean bun and put it in front of Zhong Mingwei, obviously wanting to quickly end this discussion about clothes, "Have another one. You see it's still warm..."
"Unbutton your collar and let me see." Zhong Mingwei interrupted her and stared straight at Achou's tightly buttoned collar.
"What are you doing?" Ah Chou's face suddenly turned red. She lowered her head even lower. The sticky rice dumpling in her hand was crushed beyond recognition. "I, I just fell outside and my clothes got dirty. So I changed into another one. You...what are you doing? You're looking at me like a thief."
Zhong Mingwei didn't say anything else, staring at the sticky rice dumpling in Ah Chou's hand. He felt that his heart was also sticky with the rice dumpling. He was completely lost. After a long while, he spoke again: "It's so dark. Why don't you light a candle?"
"Oh. I'll go light it right away." Ah Chou was so busy that she threw away the sticky bean bun. She went to the side room to get the candles. She didn't want to light the candles. She had been wandering on the mountain for so long, waiting for it to get dark before rushing back. Of course, she was hoping for luck, but Zhong Mingwei asked her to light the candles, so she couldn't refuse.
She lit the candle and fixed it on the table with the dripping wax. She sat on the edge of the bed again, lowered her head and put away the tray and dishes. Just as she was about to take it out, she heard Zhong Mingwei speak again.
"Girl, come here and let me see your neck." Zhong Mingwei said softly.
Ah Chou's eyes suddenly became moist. She didn't say it, but she liked to hear Zhong Mingwei call her girl the most. She had clearly said her name was Ah Chou from the beginning, but Zhong Mingwei never called her that. He would call her girl as soon as he opened his mouth, with a kind of indescribable favor. And today, this call of girl made Ah Chou feel a lot of grievances again.
"What's so good about it? It's so ugly," Ah Chou sniffed, but still put the dishes aside obediently, and then started to unbutton her collar. As she unbuttoned it, she muttered softly, "It's all scars. I don't even want to look at it myself. Why did you think of looking at it?"
Zhong Mingwei didn't respond, but just stared at Achou's trembling hands. Those hands were very powerful, they could make big, greasy buns with fillings, and wash any dirty clothes clean. It was also those hands that applied ointment to him over and over again without getting tired of it. It was also those hands that kept him clean and comfortable. And now, those hands were unbuttoning his clothes, one by one, revealing Achou's fair neck and the dark red scar.
Zhong Mingwei stared at the scar without blinking, until he heard Ah Chou timidly ask: "How long do you want to look at it?"
"Come closer." Zhong Mingwei said in a deep voice, his Adam's apple sliding up and down.
Ah Chou blushed, leaned forward, bit his lip and said, "Is this okay?"
"Closer."
"How close can it be?" Ah Chou muttered, thinking that the light was so dim and he should not be able to see such a faint mark. Then, Ah Chou came over obediently and finally almost lay on Zhong Mingwei. She was very panicked. She knew very well that this posture was too strange and she knew she should cover her neck and hide quickly. Even if Zhong Mingwei was suspicious, she could not do anything. However, in such a dim yellow candlelight, looking at Zhong Mingwei's eyes, she listened to him inexplicably, as if she was possessed by a demon.
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