Tan Jiao's Perspective
He is flirting with me.
The cliff is teasing me.
Otherwise, why did he ask me if I was thin or not when I asked him? Why stand behind me and ask in a low voice if it's my first time taking care of someone?
Even when eating ice cream, he looked at me with a gaze that was a bit dark, a bit evil, as if suppressing something, about to burst out.
The car wound its way along the mountain road, with dusk shrouding the woods in patches. My heart was as tangled as a ball of yarn, still warm from the oven.
The man beside me drove in silence, seemingly deep in thought about the case's direction, not uttering a word. I knew this wasn't the time to think about such things, but he was now like an electrified object to me, and I couldn't ignore his presence at any moment.
It's also possible that I'm overthinking. Upon careful consideration, his words were actually quite ordinary. What got to me was the gaze, the demeanor, and all the unspoken ambiguous vibes. But ambiguity is inherently hard to pin down. What if I'm just being overly sentimental?
The car swayed back and forth for a while until Wu Yu stopped the car, and I seemed to have just woken up from a dream.
"What's on your mind? You look like a wandering soul." he said.
"I wondered: 'How did you know I was daydreaming?'"
He took a glance at my skirt, and I followed his gaze to find that my skirt had been pinched by me like a sour vegetable. "Ah!" I loosened my hand and shook it twice to straighten it out. He said: "Okay, looks good now."
A "good-looking" sentence, and I felt a slight sweetness in my heart, but he remained expressionless, turning off the engine and staring ahead.
It's better that I shouldn't have done this romantic writing thing. As a result, when it came to actual combat, the other person hadn't even said anything, and I could already imagine myself being sweet-talked into heaven.
At the end of a very long road, Zhu's car stopped. Next to it was the entrance to a mountain, with no highway, only a yellow dirt path. The Zhuz family got out of the car and went up the mountain.
"We'll find another way up," Wu Yu said, "we just have to climb faster."
"Why?"
"In case he and those birds find out again."
I then discovered that he was quite cunning. The same loss will not be suffered a second time. Oh, truly rough on the outside and fine on the inside. Perfect.
What am I thinking about anyway?
As expected, we found another way, only with more wild grass and thorns. And Wu Yu's "fast" was too fast. He almost stepped on those thorns and rushed up, as if he had thick skin and no sensation. After I softly cried out "ah, ah, ah" a few times, he reached out his hand to me. Holding his warm hand, my heart felt like it was on a swing, gently swaying. When we came to some difficult places to climb, he naturally put his hands around my waist and lifted me up, even carrying me off the ground with both feet. At these times, he didn't say a word. Only his eyes, still only his eyes, quietly and deeply gazing at me. I knew there was something in them.
We finally found their trail.
In front of us was a patch of wild grass, and a small forest path covered with fallen leaves. We crouched behind the grass, Ou Yu's hand pressed on my shoulder, as if I was causing him trouble. But I certainly wouldn't struggle free.
The Zhu family is coming over.
Zhu Zihang's father, Zhu Jia lao er Zhu Zhongling, and his future son-in-law Yan Yuan, walked at the very front. Behind them were Zhu Fengxian, Zhu Zihang's mother, and Zhu Jia lao san Zhu Jidui.
I find it a bit strange, if they received the message from "that person", why didn't they call the police? But thinking about it, I can understand. That person might have threatened: once the police are discovered, the ticket will be torn apart. Moreover, since the whole family came together, it's likely to reduce fear.
Wait, why does "he" want all of the Zhu family to come?
Suddenly a sentence Wu Yu said flashed through my mind: either for love or for hate.
