moonlight lure

Chapter 7: Do you believe in fate?
"Come in and sit down?"

The person in front of me whispered an invitation, and at the same time took out the key and inserted it into the keyhole of the door of the mansion.

Song Shiwei was surprised: "You live here?"

Ji Yanchen opened the door and let her go in: "No, the landlord is my old commander when I was in the army. He and his wife went to his daughter's house last month and asked me to take care of the flowers in his yard."

Song Shiwei stood outside the door and hesitated.

Although she doesn't want to go home now, on the one hand, she is not familiar enough with the person in front of her to be in the same room in private, and on the other hand, due to her own selfishness, she is not willing to associate with someone with a rigid personality like him. Don't want to get too close to him.

She opened her lips to refuse, but the other party seemed not to see the hesitation on her face, and motioned to the rocking chair under the shade of the flowers in the yard: "The weather is nice today, it would be nice to sit in the yard for a while."

Song Shiwei was a little moved, but still shook her head: "I"

The person in front of her unexpectedly interrupted her and stared at her face with concern: "Your face doesn't look good. Are you feeling unwell?"

She was slightly startled, thinking that her face looked fine under the cover of foundation, and subconsciously touched her face: "...No...maybe it was because I was hot from walking just now."

"It's a bit hot today." He walked into the yard with his legs raised, his voice becoming clearer and calmer, "Watering quickly. I'll drive and I'll take you back later."

Song Shiwei held the paper cup and looked hesitant. After a while, she followed him and walked in.

Ji Yanchen leaned over and wiped the chair, taking care of even the corners, and then whispered: "You sit down for a while, I'll go in and get something."

She nodded: "OK."

The wooden rocking chair made a squeaking sound under her weight. She leaned back carefully until her body finally collapsed completely. She let out a long sigh of relief.

The early summer sunshine was bright but not scorching, shining dappledly on Song Shiwei's face through the shadows of the trees.

She squinted her eyes and felt the fresh fragrance of flowers and trees in the air. She put her feet on the flower pot in front of her and felt extremely comfortable.

After a while, there were footsteps behind her. Song Shiwei looked back lazily and saw him coming out with a bucket and watering can. She said politely: "Do you need my help?"

"Need not."

As expected, the other party refused, and Song Shiwei was no longer polite. She turned back and shook her legs leisurely.

The afternoon sun was getting stronger and stronger, and the people on the ground crouched down, with the cuffs of their uniforms rolled up to reveal half of their arms.

His skin color is healthy brown, and the muscle lines on the back of his neck and arms are strong and clear. It can be seen that he has experienced years of training and exposure to the sun and wind, silently showing a sense of power that is extremely aggressive and inexplicably safe.

Song Shiwei lowered her eyes and glanced at his figure, and took the initiative to speak: "By the way, did my sister-in-law take Xiao Sheng to find you just now?"

The person in front of me hummed: "The little girl is very cute." She thanked and apologized: "I'm sorry to trouble you."

As if he didn't like her being so distant and polite, he was quiet for a moment before speaking: "I just happened to be resting."

He carefully broke off the yellowing leaves at the bottom of the rose and whispered: "She seems to like you very much. She has been talking about you since she came here."

Song Shiwei sat up a little straighter and said with a smile: "She is a big kid. She knows that I know you and wants to beg you, so she is trying to get close to you."

But he turned back and gestured to the paper cup on the small table next to her: "She said you were going to treat her to milk tea in the afternoon. How come you drank it yourself?"

"Ah... this." Song Shiwei's lips paused slightly, "They haven't finished yet, I came out first."

He said casually: "If you leave early at the family banquet, won't you be remembered by the elders?"

Song Shiwei didn't respond. She lightly pulled her lower lip and moved her eyes to the flower stand in front of him: "You said last time that you were from Huping?"

Ji Yanchen moved his hands lightly and imperceptibly, and after a few seconds said, "Yes."

She asked again: "Which school did you go to high school in?"

"Huping No. [-] Middle School." "Which level?"

He was silent for a moment: "Level [-] or [-]."

The person in the rocking chair became quiet after hearing his answer and said nothing, as if he had just asked a casual question.

The summer breeze makes a fine rustling sound on the floating branches and leaves, the air is peaceful and quiet, and time seems to have slowed down.

The person behind him watched his movements quietly, and after a long while, he suddenly spoke softly: "There are also roses like this in Huping, right?"

As soon as the words came out, Song Shiwei came back to her senses and laughed at herself.

She didn't expect him to understand her distracted gibberish, but he unexpectedly replied with certainty: "Yes, there is a clump in our school with the same color. There is a clump in front of the flower stand to the south of the multimedia building. bench."

Song Shiwei unexpectedly took a deep look at the person in front of him. He lowered his eyes naturally, caught the key that had fallen out of his pants pocket, and turned around and handed it over: "Can you put it on the table for me?"

She subconsciously said hello, sat up, took it and put it on the table next to her.

The man on the ground looked calm, picked up a pair of gloves, knocked them on and put them on. He lowered his head and used a shovel to dig open a withered rose.

Song Shiwei felt that the scene in front of her was a bit subtle. He seemed to be someone who would trample the turf with a cold face and a gun until there was no grass left. However, the way he was handling flowers and plants at this moment was so skillful that it was very contrasting: "Are you good at gardening?"

"I was entrusted by someone to do it temporarily." He said in a calm tone, "My sister likes these and I ask her for a lot of advice."

"Is my sister about the same age as you?"

"Three years younger than me, he graduated from college this year."

Song Shiwei nodded silently, thinking of Song Qingyu, and asked casually: "Is your sister studying literature or theory?"

Ji Yanchen paused for a moment: "Science, she majored in psychology."

She curled her lower lip: "Psychology is very interesting. I took criminal psychology as an elective in college."

Ji Yanchen nodded, as if he was involved in a professional field, and he spoke a little more: "I have been exposed to some criminal psychology before. Sometimes the motive for committing a crime that is incomprehensible can be found when reviewing the psychological characteristics of the criminal. inevitable event.”

He lowered his eyes and carefully examined the flower in his hand. The cause of death was congenital underdevelopment of the roots. "Some people are bound to commit crimes based on the initial trajectory of their lives."

Song Shiwei also lowered her eyelashes and stared at the withered rose in his hand, and nodded in agreement: "That's right. From a crime research perspective, this is science, but from another perspective, it's also metaphysics."

She paused and whispered, "For example, as people often say, fate."

The person in front of me put the flowers in his hands on the ground and asked quietly, as if absentmindedly: "Do you believe in fate?"

Destiny, do you believe it?

Song Shiwei narrowed her eyes slightly, her beautiful bird eyes

The upper layer of hazy fog.

"……do not know."

He took off his gloves in silence, and for a long time, suddenly asked: "Have you read your palm?"

Song Shiwei shook her head, aware of his thoughtful glance towards her palm, and asked half-jokingly, "You know how?"

Unexpectedly, he hummed, his voice as calm as usual: "You know a little bit, do you want to try it?"

　Author: Can you read palms?
　　Ji Yanchen: "What a joke, do you think I know how to do it?"

　　(End of this chapter)