Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

As for Cheng Ying, the driver, he was observing Yiling inconspicuously through the rearview mirror, and occasionally glanced at Jingzhi out of the corner of his eye.

There was something wrong with both of these women.

Yi Ling seemed to be overly intimate with Zhong Ao. Lin Wei was a hospitable and talkative person, and he had never seen Lin Wei so quiet before. (The reason why Lin Wei was quiet on the way here was purely because he was hypnotized by the mosquito-like buzzing of Jing Zhi's reading.)

Jingzhi started whining as soon as she got in the car. Every time he turned right and his eyes met her, she would hum softly, pout and turn her head to the window. It was obvious that she was angry.

Cheng Ying felt a little uncomfortable.

He himself didn't know what was bothering him. They were not together, but he inexplicably wanted to comfort her.

Once this thought came to his mind, he couldn't stop it. The tender flesh inside his lips was about to be bitten by him, and Cheng Ying couldn't think of a good way.

After thinking for a long time, Cheng Ying found that his thoughts had been led astray by this extremely proactive woman.

When I went out in the morning, I had clearly made up my mind about that matter, but he still didn't try to coax me.

So Cheng Ying hardened his heart and imitated her, deliberately letting out a cold snort from the bottom of his throat when she glanced at him again.

Jingzhi: "..."

Is he still angry?

Jingzhi drooped her eyes and lowered her head to look at the sign language book in her hand. Her eyes suddenly felt hot and her vision began to blur.

It was obviously him, but he still snorted at her.

Jingzhi felt so aggrieved that she slumped down in her seat, never glancing towards Cheng Ying again.

The smell of blood spread from his mouth, and Cheng Ying finally bit his lip.

The smell of blood made him more clear-headed. As such a decent person, she should find a policeman or marry someone without any defects instead of wasting her time on him.

……

When Cheng Ying returned to the base camp, he deliberately went around to his home to drop Jingzhi off.

[Wait here for a while. I have something to tell you when you come back.]

Seeing that she looked unhappy but still nodded to him, Cheng Ying's heart suddenly tightened. For the first time, he felt that he might be too cruel.

But she was very attached to him, and she wouldn't leave if she didn't do this...

Looking at the drooping head, Cheng Ying clenched his hands as if wanting to clap, but in the end he did nothing and turned back to the car.

As the car drove away, Jingzhi's straight spine suddenly bent. There was a bus stop next to her. She dragged her feet over and sat down on the bench, flipping through the book in her hand with lifeless eyes.

Come on, this is how we compare it.

Let’s go, this is how we compare.

This is how love is compared.

The first few pages contained some relatively simple and commonly used vocabulary. Jingzhi had learned some of it here and there along the way, but now this knowledge just couldn't enter his mind.

She felt inexplicably nervous, but didn't want to keep herself in a bad mood, so she held up the book with both hands and read out loud the contents of the book, trying to numb herself with knowledge.

The lady who was waiting for the bus with her bag next to her was startled by her sudden raised voice and quickly moved to the seat next to her.

This woman... is she going to take the postgraduate entrance examination?

How can you be so studious while studying while waiting for the bus?

……

A long time passed and Cheng Ying still didn't come back. Jingzhi thought he had stood her up. Then a black car drove over from a distance.

Jingzhi's eyes lit up, and he stood up and sat down again immediately.

If she was too proactive and made to wait for so long, wouldn't it be embarrassing?

The bus driver who stopped in front of her suddenly made eye contact with her.

The two exchanged glances for a while.

Driver: Go? Or not?

Jingzhi stiffened his neck and silently looked away.

Driver: Got it. I'm leaving. Then why did you just feint at me?!

The bus sped away and the illegal taxi finally stopped by.

The car window rolled down, and the fat man watched the light in Jingzhi's eyes go out. He choked and then patted his stomach, "You're not happy to see me, Fatty? Humph!"

Jingzhi quickly shook his head, smiled awkwardly, and asked doubtfully: "Isn't this car driven by Cheng Ying? He..."

"Bah ah!"

The bus driver behind was honking the horn wildly, and Jingzhi's voice was drowned out by the horn, so she had to shut up.

The fat man raised his thumb, pointed to the parking lot downstairs in Cheng Ying's community, and started reversing.

Driver: "Don't you know you can't park here? Stupid!"

The fat man was furious and kept saying "Mom".

Halfway through cursing, he suddenly remembered that there was a decent person next to him. He turned around and saw that Jingzhi was standing in the parking lot downstairs of Cheng Ying's house, frowning at him.

Yes, each and every one of them is an ancestor.

The fat man gave the bus a fierce middle finger and drove into the parking lot.

"Why don't you go upstairs?" The fat man got out of the car and took the things from the passenger seat and handed them to her. "I passed by a fruit stand on the way and brought you some fruit. Here."

"Thank you."

Jingzhi took the things and explained that Cheng Ying asked her to wait.

The fat man scratched his head, exclaimed twice, and then told Jingzhi what he had just seen and heard.

"My boss had a fight with Sister Ling. You know Sister Ling, she can only speak a few words and stumbles over them. She was completely defeated by the boss and she was so anxious that she kept crying."

"Brother Ying stayed there to mediate the fight. I don't know what there is to mediate when he can't speak."

Jingzhi was completely depressed. Was he feeling sorry for Yiling and had forgotten that she was still waiting here?

Seeing her face turn pale, the fat man realized that he had said too much, so he took the fruit from her hand and walked towards the corridor. "Go up first, don't you have a spare key? I don't think they will stop arguing for a while."

Jingzhi shook her head, leaned against the railing with a stubborn temper, and insisted on waiting for Cheng Ying here.

The fat man had no choice but to walk back, tie the plastic bag to the railing, pick up an orange and start peeling it. "Eat something. It's already noon. Haven't you eaten yet?"

Jingzhi raised her hand to decline. She was preoccupied at the moment and couldn't eat. More importantly, she didn't want Cheng Ying to misunderstand her.

The fat man shrugged. If she didn't eat, he would starve.

Just when the fat man finished three oranges and two bananas and started burping, Cheng Ying finally arrived.

Jingzhi's eyes suddenly lit up again, "Aying, you're back? Do you want some fruit? Fatty bought a lot."

She turned her head and was about to get him an orange, but Cheng Ying pinched her cheek for the first time and turned her face back.

The warm touch on his face made Jingzhi's heart skip a beat. He raised his head to face him and murmured blankly, "Aying."

The fat man bit the third banana, bent down silently, and wished he could disappear on the spot.

However, he was too big, and when he moved, Cheng Ying looked at him.

The fat man was there too, but since he had made his decision, there was no turning back.

Cheng Ying let go of her face and slowly unfolded the words he had written on the car in front of her.

Jingzhi, who thought he was finally going to confess his feelings, only glanced at the words and immediately turned her face away. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she forced the corners of her mouth to say stubbornly:

"My injury hasn't healed yet, I'll go up first."

Before turning around and leaving, Cheng Ying hardened his heart and snatched the spare key from her hand, and pointed at a few big words on the notebook.

Jingzhi's palms were empty, and she looked at him in disbelief. Looking at Cheng Ying's cold face, she suddenly covered her eyes and said:

"I didn't see it! I just didn't see it! I don't know what you wrote. I'm going back to bed."

As she spoke, she also felt that she was too naive.

But she was so heartbroken that her voice began to choke up. "A Ying, I won't bother you anymore. Please don't chase me away, okay?"

The situation took a turn for the worse. The fat man stood up and threw half a banana into the trash can. Just as he was about to say something to persuade her, he saw Cheng Ying making a series of sign language calls to Jingzhi.

He had been following Cheng Ying for a long time, so he naturally understood something.

The fat man's brows furrowed more and more as he looked.

When did his brother Ying become so cruel? Fortunately Jingzhi couldn't understand it.

Jingzhi didn't understand, but the gesture of leaving and Cheng Ying's constant pointing outside the community made her heart grow colder.

"Do you have to do this?"

Cheng Ying's hand froze, the taste of blood in his mouth became stronger, he stretched his fingertips tightly, tapped Jingzhi's shoulder, and pointed at the gate of the community.

You, go.

He even lip-synced it.

Jingzhi's face turned pale. She blinked hard to wipe away the tears in her eyes and asked him with a trembling voice, using gestures:

"Have you ever...loved...me?"

This was the second sign language she had learned, and she hadn't expected to be able to use it so soon.

But she thought that she would not give up unless she got his real answer.

Cheng Ying closed his eyes, stretched out his right index finger, and tapped gently on her arm.

When he knocked for the third time, Jingzhi dodged and Cheng Ying's fingers missed and froze in the air.

"You...just pretend I never asked." She raised her arm to wipe away her tears, forcing a smile at him, "I forced you to do it. I...I'm leaving."

"I'll go up and pack my things."

She was about to snatch the key from his hand, but Cheng Ying immediately took a step back, as if he had known that she would be unreasonable.

When she turned the page of the notebook, she saw another sentence that had already been written, which made her feel completely disheartened.

[Let's go now. Once you're settled, tell Fatty your address and I'll have him deliver the stuff to you.]

"Cheng Ying!"

"You, you are so cruel!"

Two more tears flowed down my face as soon as I wiped it clean.

"Listen carefully, this time it's me, Lin Jingzhi, who doesn't want you anymore!"

"I don't want you anymore!"

She knocked the notebook out of his hand, took out the tail ring that Zhu Jiu left for him, threw it hard on the ground, and walked away wiping her tears.

"Sister Jingzhi!" Fatty stamped his feet anxiously, "Hey, Brother Ying, why are you doing this?!"

Cheng Ying shook his body twice, feeling empty inside, as if something important was slipping away from him.

He ignored the fat man's cursing, but half squatted down, picked up the notebook on the ground, and gently brushed off the dust.

A breeze blew by, and the notebook turned a page, stopping at the most recently written sentence.

[I, Cheng Ying, have never liked you.]

The fat man's pupils shrank and he covered his chest, thankful that Jingzhi didn't see it, otherwise he would have cried to death.

"You...ah, I don't care about you anymore. I'll go see her."

After the fat man left, Cheng Ying turned around anxiously, lowered his head and looked around for something.

It was clearly dropped here, how could it be gone?

Could it be that he jumped into the fountain?

Cheng Ying lay beside the fountain and looked for a long time, but couldn't find it. He turned around, leaned his back against the fountain, and sat on the stone slab.

He wiped the notebook again and again in his hand.

The ring is gone, maybe they are not destined to be together.

Alas, that’s fine too.

……

"Uncle Cheng, is this yours?"

A little kid with a gap in his teeth stood in front of him and smiled at him. In the palm of his chubby hand was the black pinky ring.