He called out to the person, and after a few seconds, I saw a repairman stand up. He was very tall, almost blocking out the light. He wore only a vest and jeans, with muscles that were tight but well-proportioned, glistening with a faint red glow from sweat and labor. His waist was narrow, and you could almost imagine his abdominal muscles. Those simple, stained jeans seemed to bring out his rough and wild personality.

  Such a physique seems to be inherently aggressive. Although its just you looking at him, it feels as if your own face has been lightly touched by something.

  So I just took a quick glance and then looked away. It seemed that his eyebrows and eyes were also clear and handsome. After a while, the corner of my eye seemed to have grown small feet and caught another glimpse of his back.

  He walked past me from in front of me.

  His bangs were a bit long, covering his forehead, and he turned his face to the other side, so I couldnt see his full face clearly. But he didnt greet me either, as if he hadnt seen me, the car owner at all. He bent down, using his fingers to wipe away the dust on the hood, revealing the scratches underneath. Those fingers were long and thin, with calluses on the palmar surface and tiger mouth. A rough hand belonging to a repairman. For some reason, I found that hand somewhat... sexy.

  He straightened up, put on his gloves. I was not even as tall as his shoulder, originally wanted to poke his back with my finger, but somehow couldnt bring myself to do it. Had no choice but to say: "Master, is the repair good?"

  "Mm." His voice was low and hoarse, as if it carried a hint of smoke.

  "How much?" I asked again.

  He said: "You take care of it."

  I couldnt help but widen my eyes. This master has some personality. I estimated in my heart and said, "Will 300 do?"

  He replied: "Okay." He lowered his head and went to fetch the tools.

  I was taken aback for a moment.

  Why does he look more and more familiar the more I look at him?

  This cant be, its my first time coming to this store. And I didnt know any mechanics or car wash workers before. So I slowly walked over to the other side of the car, he seemed completely unaware, still lowering his head and working.

  I walked up to him, a meter or two away, and took a surreptitious glance at him.

  He suddenly lifted his head at this time.

  I was stunned, it felt like someone had punched me in the heart.

  ……

  Since youre a human being, would you mind if we sat at the same table for dinner?

  This kind of ghost book, talking about love and affection with nonsense all along, trash!

  She is not my girlfriend, she is my younger sister.

  ……

  His robust and yet elegant eyebrows and eyes are exactly the same as those of the man in my dreams. And that jet-black hair, his tall stature.

  But how could it be him?

  My mind is in a mess.

  But his gaze was calm, he looked at me for a moment, lowered his head and continued working. Just like looking at a stranger.

  My mind suddenly cleared, and after the shock, I quickly regained my composure. No, its impossible. One is a brilliant graduate of a prestigious university, destined to rise step by step to the top of society; the other is an auto repair worker at the bottom of society.

  And upon closer inspection, it can be seen that although the two have similar eyebrows and eyes, there are still differences. The man was thin-skinned and slender at the time, how could he possibly have such a muscular physique that has clearly been weathered? And the man in front of him now had stubble on his chin, his cheekbones were slightly more gaunt, and his facial features were harder.

  One is like a smooth and luminous pearl in an indoor chamber, the other is like a rugged and angular black stone discarded outdoors.

  Its impossible for a person to change so drastically in just a few weeks, both physically and temperamentally. They cant be the same person. They just look extremely similar.

  After realizing this, I suddenly relaxed. The man in front of me, although just a grassroots repairman, was more handsome and wilder than the elite men on the boat.

  At this time, the master who greeted me before moved a stool over and enthusiastically invited me to sit down. Then he began to introduce me to apply for a car wash card. I said okay, lets do it. He said: "Just tell me your name and phone number, beautiful girl."

  "I replied: Tan Jiao, Tan is beside speech, bright moonlight Jiao. Then I gave him my phone number."

  I dont know if its my illusion, but the residual light in front of me suddenly caught a glimpse of the person who was squatting on the ground to touch up the paint, and his movements obviously paused. I looked up at him, but he lowered his head and focused on working again.

  I had an idea just now, didnt someone just call him Jade Brother? Yu Brother?

  My gaze floated onto the wall where there was a staff information board.

  The third name is "Wu Yu". Its strange to say, but as soon as I saw it, I felt that it was his name.

  Simple, yet inexplicably good.

  It suddenly occurred to me that I didnt even know the name of that man on the boat.