I picked up my phone and replied: "Okay."

  "Then I'll pick you up later tonight."

  I thought for a moment and said: "Tonight I'll treat you to dinner, you've treated me many times before."

  He nodded in agreement.

  I suddenly realized what was happening now. So this counts as my first date with Ou Yu? Making up for the one that didn't happen on the boat.

  I ran to the closet, rummaged for half a day, and finally my eyes fell on those few short skirts. I remembered that several times when I wore something cooler, Wu Yu looked at me with a certain gaze.

  Is that the look of a big fish wanting to swallow me whole?

  My heart is beating with anxiety. I took out a deep blue mini skirt and a T-shirt. Still need to go to the barber shop for a haircut, lately this old man has been running around in the wind and rain, bloody and stormy, accompanying him like a man, not bright at all. And wear a pair of sandals, that kind of sexy and revealing.

  I also need to decide on a restaurant. It can't be too high-end, that would only emphasize the distance between us now, right? But some fly-by-night place isn't suitable for a date either. I'll have to think carefully about it. What else is there?

  I recall the look in his eyes, as if they were about to be buried in dust, an impenetrable and profound gaze. And many times, his distant and cold expression. I once wanted to ask him, but he said: Then don't ask.

  But I want to know things related to him.

  A heart that was once lively and cheerful has gradually become calm. Before, I had only searched for information about Wu Yu, but found nothing.

  I sat in front of the computer and typed in a name:

  Wonderful.

  ——

  As the dusk was just spreading, Wu Yu was waiting for me downstairs. One person, one car, and a cigarette. As I walked closer, I found that he had also changed into a clean T-shirt and jeans, and his hair was washed clean. The bandage on his head was removed, and only a piece of gauze was left.

  Seeing me coming, he extinguished his cigarette and handed me the helmet hanging beside the motorcycle.

  I said: "Don't want to wear it, too stuffy and hot."

  He then hung his helmet back and glanced at me. I pretended to be nonchalant, but my bare legs outside felt a bit warm.

  He straddled the motorcycle, and I sat down too, familiarly holding his waist. He dodged for a moment, and I looked at the gauze faintly exposed under his T-shirt, came to my senses, and changed to grab his back.

  It was the knife wound inflicted by Zhu Zhongyun that day.

  "Any more?" I asked.

  "It's much better," he said, "where shall we go for dinner?"

  I showed him the address I had looked up on my phone earlier. His memory was really good, he just took a glance and nodded: "I know where it is now."

  This time, he rode his motorcycle very steadily and slowly, and after a while, we finally arrived at the entrance of the restaurant. It was not a big facade, but it had some age, however inside was very large, with many small sheds built. Both grounded and having private space, I felt proud of my clever choice.

  We chose a small hut to sit down. The hut was made of bamboo, cool and unique. The entrance was hung with tie-dye cloth, separated from the outside. The tables and chairs were all rattan-made, feeling smooth and shiny. I picked up my phone and said: "I'll order a meal for two."

  Wu nodded.

  Under the dim lamp on his head, his eyes seemed even darker. The man with black hair, black eyes and black clothes was handsome to the point of being mesmerizingly profound.

  When the dishes were served, I said: "How are the wounds on your body? Let me take a look?"

  I swore I had no other intention when I said that. But he looked at me and said: "Do you want to see?"

  This night is so quiet and beautiful that it has also made my heart very calm. It's the kind of calmness that should be chaotic, but instead has become quiet.

  "Uh-huh."

  "Come here," he said.