Love Apartment: Yifei is my junior aunt

Chapter 43 Ziqiao's Doomsday

"Let me make sure I heard you right. You mean that street singer drove you to the river to catch fireflies in the middle of the night?"

At the Sunny Day Bar, Ziqiao almost spat out his drink.

The woman in the red dress smiled and nodded silently: "The first night we went to the river to catch fireflies. The second night he chased me up the mountain with a stick. I thought he wanted to watch the sunrise, but as soon as the sun peeked out, he pulled me along, saying that he actually wanted to race the sun to see if we could get down the mountain before it was fully up. In the end, we both ended up lying on the ground exhausted."

"On the third night, they took me to the hospital and sat there all night, telling me that normal people are blessed by miracles every day, because being able to live a healthy and peaceful life is the greatest miracle in the world."

"On the fourth night, we went to an animal rescue center to bathe and braid the stray cats and dogs and put bows on them. It was clearly his idea, but he told me that he actually didn't like cats and dogs getting too close to him, so all I did for half the day was take pictures... Fortunately, the photos turned out quite well."

On the fifth night, we went to play live blindfolded CS. It was already dark, and then we had to be blindfolded. As a result, we didn't even know if we hit the Easter egg or who hit us.

"The sixth night was the most boring. We listened to 'Your Moon, My Heart' all night long. That lousy host's ability to handle emotional issues was... terribly bad. I don't know what the rest of the listeners, besides bored people like us, would be willing to listen to his program."

That's all.

The woman in the red dress, her eyes glistening with tears, laughed and scolded, "Don't you think he's a little bit sick?"

"He is indeed quite ill." Ziqiao nodded emphatically.

The things that happened in these last few nights highlight what is legal but insane.

It's hard to imagine that the most normal thing these two did over those six nights was listen to "Your Moon, My Heart" all night long!

If Teacher Zeng knew what the beautiful woman in the red dress thought of him, he would surely be moved to tears.

This resident singer is a tough guy; he really did nothing but lead people in crazy, wild partying for six whole nights.

Ziqiao guessed that if it were him, he could only last two nights at most, and on the third night he would have to find a way to take her to a hotel.

but……

Ziqiao had some doubts. The program "Your Moon, My Heart" didn't seem long enough for the two of them to listen to all night, did it?

What about the remaining activities? Why don't you mention the remaining activities?

"And what about the seventh day?" Ziqiao pressed.

"There is no seventh day." The light in the red-dressed woman's eyes dimmed instantly. "On the morning of the seventh day, I received a last-minute work assignment that required me to go on a five-day business trip out of town. When I returned and went to the bar, I couldn't find him anymore."

The bar owner said he originally came here as a tourist, and singing was just a hobby. He had agreed from the beginning that he would only sing here for half a month.

"Actually, he had already finished his travel plans here three days ago, but for some reason he changed his flight twice and only continued his nationwide tour this morning."

Ziqiao remained silent. Even though he approached the girl with the intention of picking her up, he had become somewhat involved in the story by now.

"So, for six whole nights, you didn't even think to exchange contact information with each other?"

The woman in the red dress shook her head with a wry smile, her tone wry: "Those few days, I would wait for him every night after he finished singing and got off work. We didn't even know each other's names, let alone how to contact each other."

"He called me Miss Harley Quinn, and I called him the stinky busker."

"I thought he would just keep singing in bars like this, and I wasn't in a hurry to ask him for his contact information."

"But I never expected..."

She took another big gulp of wine to suppress the bitterness that spread from her heart to the tip of her tongue: "I should have thought of that sooner. How could someone like him stay in one place forever?"

Ziqiao's lips twitched uncontrollably; he still couldn't understand the red-skirted beauty's "there's always tomorrow" way of thinking.

As it turns out, Ziqiao's long-held principle of simplicity and directness was absolutely correct.

When you encounter something you like, you should be straightforward and ruthless, using any means necessary, cutting off its supply lines, catching it like a turtle in a jar, taking the lead, and striking first to ensure success.

When you no longer like someone, you should be straightforward and ruthless, using any means necessary, turn around and leave without looking back, cut off all contact, and block all communication. Only then can you pass through a sea of ​​flowers without getting a single petal on you.

See, someone like her who pursues pure love ended up being dumbfounded.

However, Ziqiao is truly envious of this way of getting along without any way of contacting each other, or even knowing each other's names.

This is the most comfortable state for picking up girls: everything depends on fate, you come and go as you please, you don't have to worry about being chased by your ex-girlfriend who has your contact information, and you don't have to bother remembering so many girls' names.

Lisa, Lulu, Fiona; Xiaomi, Ruoqi, Wei Benxia... just give them a unified nickname and that's it.

Anyway, I would forget these random names as soon as I turn my head.

Ziqiao thought ruthlessly that when it came to picking up girls, he was destined to have no sense of morality or shame.

The woman in the red dress had no idea what Ziqiao was thinking. She simply let out a sigh of relief. She had never told anyone about this, not even her best friend.

Now that the story has finally been told, even though the person she confided in was a complete stranger, she still felt a great sense of relief.

"The story is over, so Mr. Lü Bu, what are your thoughts?"

"I don't have any brilliant insights, but I do have one small question."

"Have you ever considered that those six nights might have just been a momentary impulse for you?"

"You are in the shadow of heartbreak and betrayal, and someone happens to pull you out of this shadow and bring you some experiences you have never had before. You think he is the shining light in your life?"

"Six nights is far too short, so short that you can only see his shining side, while the real him may not be as dazzling as you remember, and he may have many flaws?"

"for example?"

"For example..." Ziqiao's eyes darted around, "For example, his housework skills are zero, and the only dish he can cook is a refrigerator full of sandwiches."

"For example, he is petty, holds grudges, and enjoys hurting others."

"For example, he is too casual and free-spirited, only suitable for dating but not for settling down."

The woman in the red dress looked at Ziqiao with a strange expression: "I have a feeling that you just picked someone you know and then pointed out their flaws to me."

Ziqiao laughed and said, "That's not important. What's important is what I'm trying to say: Is it possible that your appreciation of him is just a rosy interpretation based on your memory?"

He continued, "Even if we put aside everything we just said, and assume you really like him and he's really that great, can you be sure he feels the same way about you?"

"Is it possible that to him, you are just a decent friend he met during his travels? It would be best if he could say goodbye, but if not, he wouldn't force it?"

"Actually, you're the only one trapped in this memory?"

"I've thought about all of that," the woman in the red dress said, putting down her wine bottle. "For the past 475 days, I've been thinking every night about whether I actually like him that much."

"Is he not as good as I remember? Am I the only one who's deluding myself?"

"I think about it every day, but I never get an answer."

"I told myself to look forward. There are so many interesting things in this world. I don't need to waste my youth, sacrifice my time, or waste my feelings on a man."

"I'm rich, beautiful, and have a great figure. The men who want to date me could line up all the way to Paris. Why should I be hung up on a guy I've only known for six days and don't even know his name?"

"I'm living optimistically, working hard, and socializing actively, just like he told me. Tonight I even promised my best friend I'd introduce her to a boyfriend."

"But I still want to find him, for no other reason than that. I just want an answer, whatever that answer may be."

The woman in the red dress finished the last drop of wine in the bottle and tapped it lightly to indicate: "When there's wine, we're friends; when there's no wine, we're strangers."

"Mr. Lü Bu, who is so unfamiliar to me, it is a pleasure to chat with you tonight."

She knew she didn't have much information to offer, not to mention that she was holding back some things.

From a purely rational standpoint, I didn't expect the profiler to actually glean any useful information from such a simple story.

But no matter what, being able to say what I've been holding in my heart is the biggest gain of the night.

Telling this story is like saying goodbye to the past completely, and abandoning this broken memory to find new happiness.

Isn't that what she was thinking when she came here today?

The woman in the red dress had a good plan, but how could Ziqiao leave so easily?

He picked up his remaining half-glass of red wine and poured it back into the wine bottle.

"As you can see, strictly speaking, this bottle isn't empty yet, so before we become strangers, Miss Harley Quinn, would you allow me to make a new suggestion?"

"You're being unreasonable."

"This is simply a reasonable application of the rules."

The woman in the red dress looked at Lu Ziqiao and gave him a meaningful smile: "Then tell me your suggestion."

"If you just want an answer, why not try the same old trick again?"

Ziqiao revealed a smile he had honed over many years for picking up girls: "For example, find a witty and humorous handsome guy and experience some equally interesting things together."

"That way you'll be able to figure out exactly what kind of feelings you have for him."

"Oh..." the woman in the red dress smiled gently, "Then where should I find a handsome guy who is also witty, good-looking, and willing to help me with this?"

"Ahem..." Ziqiao pretended to be serious, "As your friend, I'd be happy to help you get out of the shadows of the past."

"You... okay." She nodded in agreement, then looked troubled. "But I've already promised my friend I'd meet the guy she's introducing me to tonight. Would it be a bad idea to just stand her up like this?"

"I believe your friends will understand us so that you can find the answer and achieve true freedom."

"That makes sense." The woman in the red dress nodded, then waved behind Ziqiao.

"So what do you think, Yifei?"

"Hehe." Hu Yifei gently placed her hand on Ziqiao's shoulder and sneered.

(End of this chapter)