Chapter 1423 In Modern Day 21
Looking at the young man with bright red eyes, I snap to my senses. The first thought I have is:
What a waste of a handso face!
After two seconds, I beco sowhat worried.
Is this guy ntally challenged, or just simply ntal?
Is he the type of person who easily loses his way to the point that a missing report pamphlet is handed out the very next day?
No, he answered very fluently just now. He looks fine on the surface... Perhaps he’s just bad with directions? Woah! How can soone like this be allowed outside the house on their own? I hesitate for a mont before asking, “Do you have your family’s number? Do you need to give them a call?”
The man’s expression instantly turns extrely ugly, giving off the feeling that he wants to bury his head in the ground.
“There’s no need!” he answers firmly. “It was just a mistake. A mistake. I wasn’t focused, as I was thinking about other problems.”
“There’s no need to explain,” I imdiately respond.
Trying to explain it just shows your attempts to hide things... I add inwardly.
Following that, I stand up, turn around, and point at the end of the road.
“Follow this path to the crossroads, then turn right, understand? Turn right.”
I move my right arm as I face the sa direction as him.
The man gloomily says, “I’m not a juvenile.
“I’ll concentrate this ti. There definitely won’t be a problem!”
I ignore his emphasis and instead remind him, “If you encounter any more accidents, you can look for the police.”
I originally wanted to mischievously say “Mr. Policeman,” but since he has already said that he isn’t a juvenile, I’ll just forget about it.
However, is this guy living in so stage play? His choice of words are quite literal!
Juvenile?
Using the term “primary school student” would be more down-to-earth!
The man falls silent for two seconds before taking a deep breath.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welco.” I suppress my urge to make a joke.
After watching this guy walk far down the road, I sit back down and enjoy the barbecue.
I have to say that at kebabs have to have fat in order to be delicious. Otherwise, they need to be marinated. Otherwise, it would definitely be dry, woody, and tasteless.
In this aspect, chicken skin is definitely the type of food that can take up the challenge. In my heart, it’s better than pork belly.
However, the chicken skin’s quality is hard to guarantee. So barbecue stalls use the kind that were frozen for god knows how long. As for the one I chose, I can be quite certain of its standards.
I bite down on a piece of condint-infused chicken skin that’s been coated with grease. Combined with a mouthful of pineapple and the chilling taste of beer, I find this sumr evening simply wonderful in a way that cannot be described.
This pineapple beer isn’t bad. It’s refreshing and quenches my thirst... I’m completely engrossed in the food to the point that I even neglect my phone.
at, chives, eggplant, and an iced beverage. As I take in this assortnt of delicacies, the food in front of decreases.
Phew, nice... I rub my belly in satisfaction.
In the next second, I start to have regrets.
No, I have to control myself! What if I get fat!?
In the near future, I can only indulge myself once a month—no, once a week.
While I’m in a dilemma, I look up and see a figure.
He’s wearing a three-piece attire that isn’t suited to proper nightlife. He has two bright red eyes.
Almost at the sa ti, the figure seems to sense my gaze. He turns his head and casts his gaze at .
: “...”
Him: “...”
Why the f**k are you back?
Don’t tell that you got lost?
The man stands by the roadside, neither advancing nor retreating. He seems to be embroiled in an intense inner struggle.
Uh... I look around, but I don’t see any patrolling policen.
I hesitate for a mont before standing up and walking towards the man.
I’ve already paid for the barbecue when the kebabs were delivered, so the lady boss doesn’t stop from leaving.
“Why don’t I take you there?” I don’t ntion the fact that he’s lost.
As a person, one has to know when to joke and when not to.
The man’s expression changes. After a few seconds, he whispers, “Alright.”
“Let’s go.” I turn and lead.
“Thank you...” The wind nearly scatters his voice from behind.
As I walk along the road to the crossroads, I casually chat.
“Which country are you from? You speak pretty good Mandarin.”
“I’m a minority.” The man hesitates for a mont before replying.
“Oh, no wonder. Which ethnic group are you from? How should I address you?” I’m enlightened.
The man walks to my side and falls silent for a mont before saying,
“My surna is Bai[1]. My na is Ailin.”
“It’s a nice na, just a little feminine,” I tease.
To be honest, a superficial joke like this definitely doesn’t match the sarcasm in my heart. I’ve already given Bai Ailin a feminine nickna in my mind:
Lin Lin, or Lyn Lyn.
Bai Ailin ignores my joke and walks forward before turning left.
“Wait. Wrong. That’s wrong. Over here.” I quickly correct him.
You really are a primary school student!
Bai Ailin imdiately turns around and follows to take the right turn.
I don’t look at his face, and I don’t say a word. I give him ti to calm down, lest he gets angry.
To be honest, who gave him the courage to co out in the middle of the night to look for a hospital with such a terrible sense of direction?
Couldn’t he just get a taxi?
Or let his parents accompany him!
After turning right, it’s only a fifty to sixty-ter walk. The hospital appears before us.
“This hospital isn’t big. This is the inpatient building. If you go straight ahead, you’ll see the Ergency Departnt and the outpatient building. Do you need to bring you there?”
“No need, I’m just going to the inpatient building.” Bai Ailin is visibly relieved. “Thank you.”
As he speaks, he takes out a simple brass key from his pocket.
Strange... People actually use a key like that in this day and age? In actuality, it just appears like that on the surface. It’s essentially a smart key? I don’t probe further and wave.
“Goodbye.”
After walking for a few ters, I look back worriedly, only to find Bai Ailin gone.
I can no longer see him on this road. It’s as if he vanished into thin air!
The hospital’s side door didn’t open either!
Could he have fallen into the sewers? I look over and realize that the manhole cover is fine.
Perhaps he used the key to open the door and enter... Heh heh, the old man guarding the side door must be asleep, right? I shake my head and stop thinking about this.
I head all the way ho. I find myself feeling a little thirsty thanks to the barbecue, so I take out a cup from my room, open the fridge, and pour the cold water that has been chilled the entire day into the cup.
This is a habit of mine during the sumr. Before I head out in the morning, I boil a pot of water, pour it into the large container, and place it in the fridge. I can then drink it after work.
Gulp! Gulp! Gulp... I drink two glasses in a row and finally feel fine.
After pouring another glass, I saunter back to my bedroom and sit at the computer table.
As I sweep my gaze, I suddenly sense sothing amiss.
Eh...
The black notebook I bought this afternoon is laying open.
I rember that before I went out for barbecue, it was clearly closed. Besides, I didn’t open the windows for fear of mosquitoes!
[1] Literally “White” in Chinese
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