"Kissing the Kite"

Jinjiang Literature City is unique

Star scroll on the umbrella/2023.07.20

Yunjia City is hot all year round.

In the urban village at the end of August, the handshake buildings are next to each other, and the sunlight is unbiased through the cracks.

Cheng Wuyi came out of a small clinic and covered the sun with his hand.

The doctor said that the injury on her eye should be avoided by the light.

Looks like she needs a pair of sunglasses.

Next to the clinic is a hair salon. Red, blue and white tricolor neon pillars swirled, and a flamboyant woman dressed in black silk crossed her legs without hesitation, shaving and washing her hair in front of a mirror.

Cheng Wuyi passed by and glanced at the mirror inadvertently.

I saw that the girl's right eye in the mirror was tightly wrapped in gauze, blood oozed out of the gauze sporadically, and most of her face was swollen.

can be called a horror, this look, how can there be a shadow of the school flower in the past.

But the girl just blinked without emotion, and continued on as if nothing had happened.

In a newly opened express station at the entrance of the village, Cheng Dayou was sorting out the freshly printed missing person notice, and when he saw that his daughter was back, he hurriedly came over to care about her injury.

Compared with his father's enthusiasm, Cheng Wuyi's expression was terrifying.

"It's nothing, the doctor said that if you change the dressing frequently, you can get better in three months." She said that when she saw the missing person notice on the ground that was still smelling of ink, she pursed her lips and looked away.

Dididi——

The mobile phone in the store rang at this time.

A month ago, Cheng Dayou moved to Yunjia and bought this store. The front store and the back warehouse, while selling fruits, do express delivery.

The man pressed the order button on his phone and got on his motorcycle.

This is a door-to-door pick-up order. Before leaving, he didn't forget to throw a wad of missing person notices into the basket, but as soon as he started the motorcycle, a van drove to the door.

- It was the wholesaler of the vegetable market who came to deliver the fruit.

The boss shouted that Cheng Dayou unloaded the apple. Cheng Wuyi was drinking water on the side, and put down the water cup when he saw this: "Then I'll go to the courier." ”

She doesn't know how to ride a motorcycle, but fortunately, the address to the door is not far away, and the total weight of the forecast is not heavy, so she decided to walk.

Before leaving, the girl rummaged through the closet to find the fisherman's hat with the thread off.

Put on a mask again.

She looks like this, so don't scare people.

In Yunjia, this modern city is abruptly torn apart.

Next to the slum can be trillions of office buildings and shopping malls, and the bustle and devastation of the city are condensed into a block like cyberpunk, which looks like only a wall apart, but in fact it is an insurmountable moat.

Fifteen minutes later, Cheng Wuyi arrived at one of the most secluded and luxurious single-family villas in the wealthy area.

She rang the doorbell and waited a little longer, when the servant came and took her in.

It was still a long way from the back room, when I heard an order from someone in the room—

"Don't let her in, just say at the door."

The servant answered, lifted the curtain and went in.

Cheng Wuyi waited at the door, the noon sun was the most poisonous, and her eyes began to hurt again. She moved half a step, and just as she wanted to take a few steps to the backlight, she was glared at viciously by the servant who came out—

"I said I won't let you in, and I'm still moving!"

The girl was stunned and froze in place.

The servant rudely stuffed a delicate gift box into her hand, then changed his face and complimented inside: "Mrs. has spent so much effort making cakes for the young master, but she really feels sorry for the young master." ”

The lady in the room seemed to be very helpful to this, and said, "How can a mother not feel sorry for her child? ”

Then he asked Cheng Wuyi outside the door curtain with a high spirit: "Half an hour, can you send it?" ”

The door curtain was slightly blown by the summer breeze, and the hazy shadow under the delicate cheongsam of the noble lady could be faintly seen.

I just can't see my face clearly.

Cheng Wuyi was checking the information in his mobile phone, and looked up when he heard the words: "We are doing general bulk logistics, and the fastest in the same city can be delivered in half a day, but for food like yours, I feel that it is more suitable to find a flash delivery in the future, and it will be faster." ”

The wife's sneer came, and she whispered something and then ordered the servant, "Add five hundred dollars to her." ”

Cheng Wuyi: "...... That was not what I meant. ”

"A thousand."

"......" Cheng Wuyi choked, only turned on the mobile phone, set the payment code to the amount, and showed it to the servant.

"Counting the expedited courier fee, it's a total of fifty, just scan me if you accept it."

-

There was such an urgent item that day, Cheng Wuyi decided to go by himself.

The subway stops at Yunjia Fine Arts Academy.

The receiving address is 101, Building 2, Affiliated Family Hospital, Cheng Wuyi carried a cake and called the recipient at the door.

At first, no one answered, Cheng Wuyi didn't give up, and hit several more in a row.

Then it finally took over.

- "Something?" ”

It's a juvenile voice with obvious irritability.。

Caught with one's pants down.

Cheng Wuyi was silent for two seconds and said, "With your express, it's a cake, and it should be ...... Your mother gave it to you. ”

I don't know what's going on over there, so I sneered twice: "I'm busy, throw it away." ”

Cheng Wuyi sighed and blurted out: "Such a good cake ......"

"—then I'll send you." The words were interrupted by the teenager's impatience.

Cheng Wuyi looked at the cake in his hand, the chocolate forest, and a little rabbit decoration on it, it was delicious at first glance.

But of course she couldn't ask for it, so she compromised: "Then I'll put it at the door for you, and I'll sign for you in the system first." ”

The other side hummed carelessly, and ignored her.

Cheng Wuyi was about to hang up the phone. Looking at the beautiful and delicate cake in her hand, the girl hesitated for a moment, but still said glutinously, "Happy birthday to you." ”

This time, the other end of the phone was silent for a while, and coughed with a smile: "Who the told you that I had a birthday today?" ”

Cheng Wuyi blinked a little confused: "Isn't it?" ”

When she was young, she only had a birthday, and Cheng Dayou would buy her a small flower basket fruit cake made of that kind of inferior cream.

"Isn't it only on birthdays that you eat cake?"

She asked as she should, but quickly reacted sensitively.

- Not everyone is like her, they can't afford to eat cake.

I didn't think that the young man was silent for a while, and actually said, "Teasing you, yes, of course." ”

His tone was confused, and there was a kind of careless ruffian: "Then I said that the beautiful and kind-hearted courier lady, you sing me a happy birthday song!" ”

Cheng Wuyi: "......"

The young man had to inch in: "I'm celebrating my birthday alone, I'm so pitiful as a birthday star." ”

Cheng Wuyi was soft-hearted, her father's express store had just started again, and she was afraid of getting bad reviews or complaints, so she began to sing quietly.

Just a person passed through the doorway and glanced at Cheng Wuyi suspiciously.

The girl was already thin-faced, and she shut up suddenly.

The other end of the phone: "Why don't you sing?" ”

Cheng Wuyi blushed and prevaricated: "...... Next time. ”

The boy quickly answered: "I'm already thinking about next time~"

Cheng Wuyi: ?

"So well-behaved, I actually sang it." The man on the other end seemed to say something to himself, and then said to her with ease: "Next time, next time, don't forget." ”

“……”

Cheng Wuyi clenched his hands, embarrassed and embarrassed, and immediately hung up the phone.

-

As the sun began to set, she put away her phone, took off her courier vest and stuffed it into her backpack, and walked out.

The family courtyard of the Academy of Fine Arts has been around for some years, and it is not as cramped as the urban village, but there are also a few narrow corridors.

When I was about to leave the hospital, I heard only a few wails coming from the deep and dark alley on the left.

Cheng Wuyi turned his head, subconsciously pinched the metal strip of the mask, and walked towards the source of the sound.

In the depths where the sun couldn't shine, a group of boys of her age were surrounding another skinny boy.

There was also a teenager, standing a little outside the crowd. He was the only one wearing a school uniform, which was out of place, but it seemed that he was naturally attractive.

He is the kind of heroic appearance, with some sparse bangs on his forehead, which is a little messy by the wind. The whole person was long and jade, just leaning against the wall idly.

"Brother Zheng, do you still wear a school uniform when you come out to fight?" A yellow-haired boy in the crowd quipped.

The boy yawned boredly. came out in a hurry, and the clothes he got up and put them on.

He flattened his mouth and took off his school uniform, feeling that his neck was a little strangled, and when he saw the short sleeves inside him, his expression finally changed a little, and he raised his eyes and scolded Huang Mao: "You repair this kind of person to be called Lao Tzu?" ”

Huang Mao looked at it, was happy, then turned his head, grabbed the chicken boy and blocked the thin boy on the wall, and said viciously: "Zheng Junpeng, you disturbed my brother Zheng's nap, and caused him to wear the old man's shirt backwards, maybe he didn't even have time to wear underwear underneath, say!" How to fix it? ”

A crowd burst into laughter.

In this atmosphere, the louder the laughter, the more frightened Zheng Junpeng became, and when he opened his mouth, his voice was crying: "Why don't you let me go?" ”

"Look at you upset, what's wrong with beating you?" The young man held his left hand around his neck and moved left and right. I don't know what to think, a faint smile spread out of his lips, "Besides, I want to be happy and happy for my birthday today." ”

Huang Mao was stunned: "Brother Zheng, isn't your birthday winter?" ”

The boy gave him a non-emotional look.

"Misremember!" Huang Mao immediately patted his head, and then pinched Zheng Junpeng's neck, "Peng Zai, come, show a talent and give me Brother Zheng's birthday!! ”

Zheng Junpeng was choked so that his neck and face were red, but the group of people laughed even more presumptuously.

"Hurry up, don't grind!"

Then the young man finally straightened up, he walked over, and first patted Zheng Junpeng's cheek gently: "What have you done, do you want me to remind you?" ”

Then he took off the sports bracer that he had been wearing on his right wrist, and he didn't talk nonsense, and gave him a punch directly.

At the other end of the alley, the fist also seemed to hit Cheng Wuyi, making her so frightened that she forgot to move.

She saw a black tattoo on the wrist of the young man's right hand.

But from this distance, I can't see the tattoo clearly.

Zheng Junpeng was knocked to the ground, and before he could react, he was set up again.

The boy seemed to be in the mood at last, skillfully pulling out a lighter from his yellow-haired pocket and lighting a cigarette.

In the gloomy alley, the scarlet smoke spots are particularly noticeable. The boy's knuckles were slender, with a cigarette in one hand, and with just one look, Huang Mao immediately understood, and his right hand directly attacked downward, grabbing Zheng Junpeng's crotch.

was hit by the door, Zheng Junpeng's expression immediately became hideous.

Huang Mao was still not enough, so he pinched it harder.

Zheng Junpeng's whole body curled up in pain.

The boy had a cigarette burning in his hand, but he never smoked it.

In the smoke, he smiled evilly, and his whole body was full of unbridled appearance.

"Peng, do you want to get rid of me?"

"Teach you a trick." He dusted off the butt of his cigarette and said, "Chop off your troublesome thing, and never suffer again." ”

Then, I saw the young man grabbing Zheng Junpeng's collar, and he crossed the cigarette with his other hand, just like that, he was about to poke Zheng Junpeng......

Cheng Wuyi's scalp was numb and he didn't dare to look any further.

She turned around and leaned against the wall, a little breathless, her whole body shaking.

For a long time, she didn't know what to do.

I don't know how long it took for her to barely calm down, trembling to open her mobile phone, and call the police in the call bar.

But the moment the phone was connected, the girl only felt that her eyes were dark.

His eyes were hidden from behind, and his ears were deliberately blown hot by him.

Every sound of the boy's breath fell into her ears, and Cheng Wuyi froze, not knowing how he found out, and why he came so fast, the whole person only felt that the blood was flowing backwards.

"Hey," the phone was answered at this time, "This is from Yunjia City—"

The boy laughed very lightly, and lightly took out his mobile phone from Cheng Wuyi's hand and hung up the police directly.

Yunjia's wind blew a heat wave, which also brought the faint mint smoke on the boy's body.

Then he leaned over and slipped his phone into the breast pocket of her skirt.

During this time, his hand inadvertently grazed her collarbone.

The rough, sharpened texture made her unconsciously excited.

Cheng Wuyi had never felt that Yun Jia was so vividly hot.

Perhaps, not the heat.

It's hot.

The boy covered her eyes from behind.

Cheng Wuyi finally saw the tattoo on his right hand.

a butterfly,

The boy's tone was a little irritable, but it was more provocative, and the extremely aggressive words fell into her ears so unreasonably.

"Little girl, look at me so fascinated?"

“……”

This time I saw it clearly.

No

It's a kite.