Su Er was the first to avoid eye contact.
"Ding—" The elevator arrived at the first floor, and the doors slowly opened.
The man had already walked out before her.
Su Er leaned against the wall, about to take a step, but her body swayed. Her cheeks were flushed, but her lips were slightly pale. She pressed her stomach lightly, but could not stop the waves of pain.
Lin Shuqin supported her and, seeing that she was not feeling well, felt a little annoyed. "I forgot to let you eat something first. Does your stomach hurt from drinking so much?"
Su Er nodded, took a deep breath, and then mustered her spirits to walk outside.
Lin Shuqin put the hat on her and helped her sit down on the sofa. "Sit here for a while. I'll have Lao Chen go buy the medicine. We'll come out when the car arrives."
Before Lin Shuqin could turn around, Su Er grabbed her sleeve, looking up at her with a pitiful expression, "Sister Qin, about the dinner party..."
Lin Shuqin sighed and tapped her forehead. "I'll clean up the mess for you."
Su Er smiled ingratiatingly, "Sister Qin, you're the best."
Lin Shuqin shook off her hand, clearly still angry, "Don't give me that."
Even so, Lin Shuqin glanced at Su Er's expression and flipped through her phone in an annoyed tone, "There's a pharmacy nearby. I'll go buy you some medicine first. You stay here. I'll go out after Xiao Chen sends you a message."
Su Er: "Okay."
In the bustling hall, Su Er covered herself up completely, hunching her back slightly, using this posture to alleviate the faint pain in her stomach.
A few minutes later, the phone I was holding vibrated in my palm.
Su Er rubbed her temples, slowly got up while holding onto the armrest of the sofa, and answered the phone. The sound on the other end was a bit noisy. Old Chen said apologetically, "Xiao Er, the car got into a scratch here. I'll be a few minutes late. You'll have to wait a little longer."
Su Er paused, not intending to sit back down, and continued walking towards the door. "It's okay, drive slowly."
The hotel lobby was filled with a faint woody fragrance, which should have been a fresh and elegant scent, but it was unclear whether it was due to the alcohol or the earlier commotion.
With a throbbing in her temples, a feeling of stagnation pressed on her chest, making it increasingly difficult to breathe.
Footsteps lightly tread through the revolving glass doors. Just beyond the door lies a desolate and profound night. The magnificent hall casts its reflection on the glass, a scene of extravagance and decadence, where the inside and outside are almost completely separated into two worlds.
One step out of the hustle and bustle, and down into the mundane world.
The chilly wind of early spring entered my nostrils, and all I could hear was the sound of wheels rolling over the road.
Su Er tightened her coat and exhaled a deep breath, which slightly relieved the dizziness and headache.
Su Er squinted at the intersection. Lin Shuqin hadn't returned yet, and the van she knew was probably stuck at some exit.
She was about to look away out of boredom when a figure suddenly entered her field of vision.
The billowing smoke outlined the shape of the wind, swirling around the man, and all the lights that were on seemed to be there to complement him.
Holding a cigarette between his knuckles and exhaling lightly through his thin lips, Su Er had seen many people do this simple action.
When Su Er was taking a film appreciation class, she thought there was probably no one more suited to tobacco and breezy winds than Stephen Chow in "Dragon in the End of the World".
Up until this moment—
Su Er suddenly realized that she had made her conclusion too early back then.
Her throat felt inexplicably itchy, so she coughed lightly and looked away, finding an excuse for her momentary lapse in concentration.
It's simply because tonight is especially suitable for soothing a restless and impatient heart with nicotine.
Su Er touched her pocket and found two cardboard boxes, one large and one small, lying securely inside.
There were only three cigarettes in the cigarette box, and three matchsticks in the matchbox.
Sister Qin said smoking is bad and will affect her image, so she took away her lighter and cigarettes, giving her only these for the day, as a way to satisfy her cravings.
Su Er took off her mask, held a slender cigarette between her lips, and rubbed the dark red match head against the phosphorus surface. With a soft click, sparks flew up, and a bright yellow flame danced.
In just a moment, it was quickly extinguished by the wind.
Su Er frowned slightly and clenched her hands tighter.
The second one, the cold wind showed no mercy.
Su Er looked at the last remaining stick, carefully lit it while keeping it out of the wind.
Yes, it was completely wiped out.
At that moment, Su Er even began to wonder if Sister Qin had soaked all her matches in water.
The matchbox was empty, and Su Er's back slumped with dejection.
"Ding." A crisp sound rang out, and she subconsciously looked up.
Many years later, she herself couldn't tell whether it was the nicotine addiction that had overwhelmed her that night, or the person who lit a fire just in time nearby.
Su Er took the cigarette out of her mouth and held it between her fingers, her high heels striking a chorus in the night.
Without hesitation, she asked frankly with clear eyes, "Could I borrow a light?"
Her voice is gentle and beautiful, and she speaks Mandarin very fluently.
Those indifferent eyes swept across her face. Su Er was still wearing a retro look reminiscent of the Republic of China era, with her crescent-shaped eyebrows and delicately drawn brows, which perfectly showcased her charm. Every gesture she made made her look like a beautiful woman who had stepped out of a magazine from the last century.
The thin cigarette held between her slender fingers had a light red lip print on its butt, perfectly matching the shape of her lips.
His face showed no emotion whatsoever. Su Er thought that her attempt to borrow a fire had failed. Just a second before she was about to turn and leave, a slightly hoarse voice pierced the long night and reached the depths of her heart.
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