Four-person table, there was originally a position between him and me. I didn't say anything and sat over, he lifted his T-shirt up a bit, revealing his waist and abdomen.

  The first thing that caught my eye was those blocks of abdominal muscles. Bronze, lean, and even more taut when sitting.

  The wound is in the abdomen and extends to the waist. Fortunately, it's not deep, just wrapped with gauze.

  I picked up the teacup and took a sip, saying: "Alright, I've finished reading."

  He put down his T-shirt and took a sip of water.

  I think both of us seem to be a bit embarrassed.

  "You're now covered in wounds." I sighed.

  "Both of them have received professional training, I can't beat them."

  "But you stopped both of them from killing." I said immediately.

  Wu Yu said: "It was you and I who stopped it together."

  The sky has turned completely dark, and the lights are even more dim. My heart suddenly becomes a little sweet. I can feel myself secretly expecting something to happen tonight. But this expectation makes me increasingly uneasy.

  He was also unusually quiet tonight. There were several times when our eyes met, but neither of us spoke.

  The dishes were served together. I ordered a Dai-style hand-grabbed rice, which was carried in a bamboo basket, with the rice in the middle and eight colorful dishes on the side. We both wore gloves and started eating.

  Gradually, the two of us finished off more than half. Carelessly, I bit into a small chili pepper and my face turned hot from the spiciness. I threw aside my gloves and frantically searched for water: "Water, water, water!" But when Wu Yu picked up the thermos to pour some, it was empty. I shouted loudly: "Waiter, refill the water!" The waiter lifted the curtain and came in, carrying a thermos and walked away. I lowered my head to scan the table for something that could alleviate the spiciness, when suddenly Wu Yu asked from beside me: "Very spicy?"

  I nodded like I was pounding garlic, feeling tears about to burst out.

  There was no smile on his face, and he had already put down his chopsticks. He leaned over, pressed my head with his hand, and kissed me.

  My breath stopped. His face was so close, that familiar yet unsettling breath of his. He closed his eyes and gently sucked on my lips. After a while, he let go of me, without looking at me, and sat back down.

  The curtain was lifted at this time, and the waiter brought in water.

  After the waiter left, I took a bite of food and suddenly felt like I was coming back to life, slowly returning to reality. "What do you mean?" I asked.

  Wu Yu didn't say a word. He actually didn't say a word. His mother's kiss and he still didn't say a word.

  I feel my heart beating fast and messy, like I've lost the rhythm. I also calmed down for a bit and said, "This barbecue tastes good, try it."

  He pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, stood up and said: "I'm going out for a smoke." Before I could say anything, he had already lifted the curtain and gone out. Through the blue curtain that was slightly blown by the wind, I saw him standing under the eaves of the opposite house, motionless. A lonely and silent figure.

  Suddenly, my emotions were replaced by a kind of heartache. I thought what the hell, it was him who kissed me, and after kissing me, he ran out to smoke. Was he trying to calm down, or was he shy, or did he regret it?

  I decided to pretend nothing had happened and avoid losing face.

  But the feeling on my lips was too special, it was his breath. A strange thought flooded my mind: from now on, I couldn't pretend that nothing had happened between us.

  After a while, he came in. I had already calmed down and said, "I've already paid online, don't fight with me over it."

  "He said: 'Good.'"

  We exchanged a glance, then he looked away and I did too.

  "He said: 'Then I'll send you back?'"

  I said: "Okay."