The scent of incense on him (2)
The night belongs to the romantic. Whether it's bright or quiet and dark, at this moment, when the crowds thin out, its charm is revealed. Cang Yue walked across the street and stood in a secluded spot, gazing at Song Shiwen from afar, recalling this time together, the feeling of being close to him. It was the only way. After so many experiences, she had finally learned to let go in time. After dawn, the two of them could still be friends. She could stay a little longer, watching him, accompanying him through a period of his life.
Watching him pull out his phone, make a call, and then run over, Zang Yue had no choice but to leave. She had no idea where he'd gone, and fearing being caught, she chose a road she'd never taken before, wandering around until she lost her way. Fortunately, she found her way back to a clear view and saw the top of Chaolai Pavilion, so she headed in that direction.
Two young students were sizing up Cang Yue from a distance. After hesitating for a long time, they came over and politely asked, "Excuse me, do you know Song Shiwen?"
Zang Yue was on guard, "I don't know him."
As soon as he finished speaking, one of them received a call.
"I stopped him. It looks very similar, but I don't know if it's true... What if I don't stop him?... Okay, okay, Brother Wen, I'll be there right away."
The person who answered the phone patted his companion's shoulder and looked quite anxious. "Let's go to South Street. Brother Wen is in trouble."
South Street is a run-down little street, lined with dilapidated houses. It's been blocked off for years, with no renovations ever underway. Normally, only vendors taking a shortcut would sneak past it.
As Shuixi approached the street, he felt like he was being watched. He had originally planned to chase the cat, but now it seemed he had to deal with the current situation first. So, deliberately creating an opportunity for the other party, he turned onto South Street.
Sure enough, he was surrounded.
"What are you doing here?" Because of the conflict not long ago, Song Shiwen no longer pretended to be good-tempered towards Shuixi.
"My cat is lost, so I came out to look for it."
The two of them looked up together, and the white afterimage just happened to hide in the darkness.
That was clearly Xiaolu's cat. What was this person up to? Song Shiwen didn't want to waste any more time on the subject and rushed forward, punching him. Unexpectedly, the other party didn't dodge or fight back. Shuixi was knocked to the ground by the punch. Seeing Song Shiwen's confusion about his reaction, he got up, straightened his clothes, and apologized again.
"I was impulsive in being rude to your friend. I will accept any revenge you want, and I will definitely not fight back today. I only have one request, that we settle today's accounts and not cause trouble for Hui Zifeng and his family in the future. No matter what, he must not be involved."
Seeing his attitude, Song Shiwen's desire to beat him up faded. But he quickly found an excuse. He asked, "What's your relationship with Xiaolu?"
"Relationship?" Shuixi seemed to find the question a bit amusing. Turning her eyes, she answered sincerely, "No relationship at all. She simply hit me first, and then I fought back. You should have seen it. I'm not like her, who has practiced any martial arts. I can only rely on strength to win. If it were someone else, the result would probably be the same, wouldn't it?"
This statement is indeed convincing.
"You scared her and made her cry. It's your fault." Song Shiwen attacked again, punching and kicking the other person without caring about anything. When he felt that it was enough, he naturally stopped, and the people hiding in the shadows slowly surrounded him.
"Isn't that too harsh?" someone said.
"Don't worry, don't you still trust Brother Wen? He knows how to use his strength."
"But Brother Wen, this is a bit too much."
"It's worth it to vent your anger! What would you do if your partner was bullied?"
It turns out that Brother Wen is Song Shiwen. Zang Yue leaned towards the big black ball next to him, as if talking to himself, "If it were in the past, we would have become sworn enemies. Why is he like this? What should I do? Be kind, and don't hit anyone so easily in the future."
Before leaving, Song Shiwen called Hui Zifeng and admitted that he had just beaten Shuixi and asked him to come to South Street to pick him up. Cang Yue had been sitting on the wall, staring at Shuixi who had collapsed to the ground.
"He wasn't beaten to death, was he?" Zang Yue was a little worried. He patted the black fur ball's back and told it to go over and take a look, but He'ai refused. "That man looked like he knew me. Today he told me, 'Remember my face, and never show up in front of me again!'" Zang Yue mimicked the description vividly. He'ai suddenly jumped down, sniffed him, licked him, and suddenly opened his mouth wide, trying to swallow Shuixi's head.
Shuixi slapped the elephant-sized black cat, sending it flying. It rolled to the side and quickly stood up. The black cat shrieked, shrunken down, and scrambled up the wall, returning to Zangyue's side. Seeing this, Zangyue was about to join He'ai in the fight again when she heard Hui Zifeng's voice.
"Suixi? Are you there?"
The sirens of an ambulance whirled around the street corner. Zang Yue saw Shui Xi lying on the ground, curled up. Hui Zi Feng ran in first and found Shui Xi. Two medical staff followed him, briefly examining his injuries, and then carried him out.
"Shuixi, how are you?"
"It's okay." Shui Xi said weakly, "In their circle, this is the only way to write off everything. From now on, I'd better not get close to Song Shiwen and his... girlfriend."
"I know, I know, just stop talking. Leave the rest to me."
Shuixi was sent away, and Hui Zifeng stayed where he was. He looked around and found that there was not even a light in the place, let alone a surveillance camera. If Shuixi had willingly been beaten, there would be no evidence of Song Shiwen's crimes. This was not the way the whole thing should have been resolved. Hui Zifeng frowned and habitually looked up at the moon, but found a person sitting on the wall.
Their eyes met.
He was born into the mortal world, tainted by the air of the mundane world, his eyes only gleaming with a fleeting clarity when he saw something beautiful. And she, on the other hand, seemed to have a thousand sweet words on the verge of uttering, but they weren't addressed to him. She was disappointed, yet also tinged with a hope that escaped reality.
Two strangers stared at each other from a distance of three or five meters, momentarily forgetting their own path. A kitten meowed softly, and another shooting star streaked across the sky, catching Hui Zifeng's eye. Suddenly, he came to his senses and wanted to ask something, but when he turned around, the figure on the wall was gone. He walked over to check for any traces left there, but found nothing.
The sound of "ding-dong ding-dong" from his cell phone jolted the young monk awake, and he thought: She's here again. Who is she? He shone his flashlight on the wall, peeling off a piece of colored tape from a Buddhist scripture. He saw the few lines he had written, and then he began to recall fragments of her memories.
Now, she was here. The little monk didn't turn on the lights. He put on a Bluetooth headset, listened to the ringing sound of his phone, walked out the door in the moonlight, and slowly approached.
She was standing in front of Chaolai Pavilion, without a cat on her.
"Hello! Do you remember me?" The girl greeted the monk excitedly, as if she had known he was approaching. She also thought he had forgotten their past encounter.
"Of course I remember." Wen Jie replied with some pride, "Your name is Lu Cangyue, and I am Wen Jie."
Zang Yue couldn't help but clap his hands and said in surprise, "How did you do that? It's amazing! You are truly worthy of being a disciple of the Buddha. You are extremely intelligent. Please teach me."
"Well..." Wen Jie took out his phone and opened an app to show Cang Yue, "The bell I gave you won't ring, but as soon as you get close, a notification will go off on my phone... Then, I'll know it's you and look for the information I saved. Then, I'll slowly remember who you are and what you're doing here..."
Wen Jie's voice gradually faded. If one had to ask why he remembered Cang Yue, he wasn't confident in this reason.
"That's because you wanted to remember, so you tried your best to remember." Zang Yue always had a soft spot for people who cared so much. She always confided her worries to He Ai, and now she had a friend who could respond, she was so happy. "I almost couldn't come back today."
"Why?" Wen Jie was surprised and worried.
"Shuixi. That man's name is Shuixi, and he has a strange smell of incense about him," Cang Yue said. "I don't know why he seemed to know me. He was full of hostility from the moment he saw me. I deliberately provoked him and exchanged a few moves with him. He was very powerful, but he hid his strength at first, and then he trapped me all of a sudden. I was almost scared to death. Do you know? At this time, I should disappear silently, and I don't know where I will go."
At this point, Cang Yue's expression grew dejected. "Song Shiwen, he's the one I've been looking for. But now that it's confirmed to be him, we can't be together. Who would have thought he'd suddenly change his last name to Song? It seems like this has happened before. It's really troublesome. Wenjie, I'm homeless..."
"You can always come here."
“I don’t know how long this place can be preserved.”
"The Shuixi you mentioned..."
"Don't worry about it! He's very powerful, maybe a monster like me. Don't ask. The less you know, the safer you are." Cang Yue went straight to the kitchen and searched for food. Wen Jie opened the insulated box on the table, which contained some side dishes and porridge, and beckoned Cang Yue to join him.
"My poor little cat has to go hungry all day with me," Cang Yue sighed as he ate. Lately, he'd been out looking for food more often. I wondered if he was still hungry when he came back. Finding food for him wasn't easy.
They talked until the early morning, then dispersed. Wenjie returned to his room for a quick nap before waking up to work, with Cangyue joining him. Seeing Cangyue wasn't strange to him anymore, but he needed more time to recollect. The two of them finished sweeping the entire temple grounds. As daylight dawned, Wenjie lit a candle and went to open the gates to welcome the pilgrims.
Soon, Wen Jie's panicked voice echoed from the doorway. Cang Yue, who had been planning to escape by climbing over the wall, returned to investigate and was startled. Song Shiwen, a tall, handsome, and modern man at the forefront of fashion, had abandoned his dignity and huddled in a ball on the stone floor in front of the temple gate. His face was covered in dirt, a wound on his forehead, and his left arm, with its sleeve rolled up, bore several wounds across his fair skin. The few drops of crimson blood on the ground were clearly his own doing.
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