hold a cigarette

03 Jin Shengyang

I don't like to be close to people, to be precise, I don't like to have any private extra contact with anyone.

This guy named Li Mu, he didn't know what kind of nerves he had today, he just wanted to talk to me when he had nothing to say, and he rushed to me.

He ordered me coffee, an iced latte, but I only drink plain coffee.

I put the coffee aside, didn't drink it, and didn't want to see it.

After getting off work in the evening, I saw Li Mu walking towards me as soon as I got into the car. I subconsciously thought he was running towards me. I frowned and began to wonder if this person was eyeing the recently vacated supervisor position. Prepare to approach me in this way and let me promote him.

But embarrassingly, I thought too much.

The owner of the white car next to me is actually Li Mu.

When I was driving away, I glanced at the car behind me through the rearview mirror, and Li Mu followed closely behind me.

Maybe it's because there are too many intersections today, which makes me suddenly feel like he is everywhere in the world.

There was a traffic jam on the way back, Li Mu stopped beside me and opened the window to greet me.

I heard music playing in his car, "Bloody Love Story" by Zhang Huimei.

Li Mu said: "There are many traffic lights on this road, and the evening rush hour has always been so congested, why not take the Southern Expressway, Brother Yang, you can try it tomorrow."

Logically speaking, this is a good suggestion, because the navigation also reminds that this road is very congested.

But the question is, how does he know that I have other options?

When Li Mu smiled at me, it once again made me feel that this person had malicious intentions. There are many kinds of human smiles, and I have seen countless ones.

I am not unfamiliar with his smile, it looks like a pair of smiling eyes, but the desire in those eyes is almost overflowing.

It seemed that he was really working hard towards the position of supervisor, but unfortunately, he went in the wrong direction.

We stayed in the traffic jam for 10 minutes without moving. Li Mu said, "If this traffic continues, I'm going to get addicted to cigarettes."

At first, I thought it was okay, but when he mentioned it like this, I was a little moved.

After touching the cigarette, the car in front of him started to move slowly before he had time to ignite the ignition.

I never smoke while driving.

I also have a lot of odd or not-so-exotic principles.

For example, not to have personal contact with colleagues, such as resolutely staying away from people who use a certain perfume, such as smoking different brands of cigarettes on weekdays and weekends, and for example, my partner and I are not allowed to smoke in bed.

In addition to these "rules", there is actually another one, but it was broken today-I will not lend my lighters.

It’s not a great lighter, you can find it on all major e-commerce platforms if you search the Internet, but it means a lot to me, and I don’t want people to see that I’m using this one.

But today's situation is special, I couldn't find a reason to refuse Li Mu's excuse right now.

Just because he used my lighter once, I went back to the office and wiped it with alcohol pads for a long time.

I really don't have a cleanliness, but the premise is that others don't touch my lighter.

Because of the traffic jam, I got home very late. I don’t know if Li Mu did it on purpose, but when I turned the corner before I got home, I found that he was actually following me until I turned around and was about to drive into the community , the white car disappeared.

He strikes me as weird and dangerous, even a little irritating.

I parked the car and went home. When I entered the door, I saw the cheongsam hanging there.

I have a closet full of cheongsams in all colors and cuts.

I sat in the cloakroom with an unlit cigarette in my mouth, admiring them.

It’s the most relaxing time of the day when I rearrange them and match them with each pair of heels.

When the phone vibrated, that person's words suddenly appeared in my mind: You are such a pervert.

I'm a pervert.

I was smoking a cigarette and squinting at the message.

Li Mu asked me if the coffee was good.

I didn't reply, and decided that if he sent it again, I would temporarily block him, and when there was a need for work contact, I would release him from the blacklist.

I put the phone aside and lay down on the leather sofa in the cloakroom.

On my left is a row of gorgeous cheongsams hanging up, and on my right is a straight shirt and suit.

They are like two separate selves, fighting each other and interdependent.

The phone vibrated again. I instinctively thought it was Li Mu. When I touched the phone, I was ready to block that guy, but I didn't expect it to be a message from my sister.

She said: He was released from prison the day after tomorrow, and I was going to kill him.