Consolation Prize
After leaving Ding Sicong's place, Su Ye walked aimlessly.
Hurry is false.
Making an appointment with someone is also fake.
Fleeing in panic is the real thing.
The night hid her expression, the sound of her shoes touching the ground was desolate and lonely. Su Ye had always liked to be alone, was used to living alone, was used to traveling alone, but this time's aimless solo trip felt somewhat melancholic.
Until her ankle bones were sore and aching, she finally stopped walking, unable to help but laugh at herself, for she had actually walked all the way to Dongzhimen Inner Street.
It's always lively here, and it's no exception at night.
Not far away, the fountain sways to the rhythm of jazz music, and large pieces of water are reflected by the tall and standing KFC neon lights, making them as bright as fireworks. There is a joyful singing and dancing voice, and here it is almost an entertainment paradise at night.
Su Ye couldn't help but walk closer to the fountain, gently tilting her face upwards. For a moment, her cheeks were exceptionally calm as she gazed at the strings of rising water jets, interwoven with colorful lights. Water vapor splashed onto her cheeks, adding a touch of coolness to this gradually sweltering summer night, and in that instant, she surprisingly felt no loneliness.
There were cheerful shouts falling into the ears, several young people wearing inline skates racing against each other, one of them seemed to be a novice, unable to control the direction and rushed towards Su Ye, by the time Su Ye reacted it was too late, eyes wide open, both feet as if nailed to the ground, unable to move.
At the critical moment, she only felt that an arm suddenly and forcefully wrapped around her, immediately followed by a large hand blocking her face. The interplay of water light and lamp light wove into a beautiful kaleidoscope, making the bones of this large hand exceptionally clear. The boy who had lost his direction was also pulled to one side by this large hand, and with a twist, he too narrowly avoided being hit. The boy's roller skates spun around, and he threw an apologetic gesture in her direction before speeding away.
Everything happened too quickly, in just a few seconds. Su Ye fell into a sturdy and thick embrace, with the faint scent of wood between her breaths, which smelled familiar to her. She reacted from the remaining shock, suddenly lifted her head, and accidentally collided with the man's overly deep and profound gaze at close range, making the lines on his face more three-dimensional and clear-cut.
"Is everything all right?" The man spoke first, his low and melodious voice accompanied by the elegant jazz music around him sounded exceptionally pleasant, like a gentle breeze falling from the forest, lightly and refreshingly landing on her head and cheeks, making her feel delightful.
It's also possible that with the embellishment of music, his voice doesn't sound so serious.
"It's nothing." Such a familiar scene, that night when the two of them were watching a movie together, she saw Tuo also experience this moment, it seemed as if she had an inexplicable connection with this chest, yet still couldn't escape the temptation of his low and husky voice, her consciousness followed suit, becoming hazy and confused, softly uttering a sentence, then pausing for a moment before her expression turned sincere, "Thank you, Mr. Nian."
Is she filming a TV series? Or is God really tired of her being alone and self-pitying, and can actually let her meet this man in such a big city like Beijing, and even have a "hero saves the beauty" style encounter. It seems that heaven is still quite kind to her, at least giving her some comfort when she's feeling down.
"You're walking alone." Yan Bo didn't let go of her immediately, lowering his head to gaze at her face. His voice sounded softer than usual, like a question, yet carrying too much certainty.
As he came out of Ye's house, he originally intended to return to the company. When passing through Dongzhimen and waiting for the red light, he vaguely saw a familiar figure. The shadow was very quiet, surrounded by the noise of the night, but she was silently and quietly looking around, silently and aimlessly walking.
Her shadow was too quiet, with too many thoughts lingering, seemingly out of place in the city's nightlife, yet effortlessly drawing others' gazes, including his.
