"Xiao Se! You…"
The helmeted man rushed towards Fengying but stopped after a few steps, realizing he had mistaken her for someone else. Disappointed, he shook his head and walked out of the restaurant.
Once the helmeted man disappeared, Fengying nodded to the girl hiding under the table, signaling it was safe to come out. The girl emerged, thanking Fengying with a soft smile.
Fengying nodded and headed for the exit. As she passed the girl, she noticed the book in her hands - "Angel of Death," her favorite. It was incredible to encounter someone with such similar taste.
Fengying, intrigued, gave the girl another look. The girl's light purple glasses obscured her eyes, adding to her mysterious allure. She reminded Fengying of herself five or six years ago. Continuing to the door, Fengying stepped out into the street, only to be followed by the girl, who ran up to her.
Fengying stopped, puzzled by the approaching girl.
"Hello…" the girl said, pushing up her glasses and speaking awkwardly, "I don't think I can avoid him today... Could you accompany me for a bit? Even if he finds me, I can easily slip away." She pointed in the direction of the helmeted man who was still searching nearby.
"Boyfriend?" Fengying asked with a smile, hands in her pockets.
The girl shook her head in exasperation: "No. I don't want to see him…"
"Alright, where do you want to go?" Fengying asked softly as they started walking.
"Anywhere," the girl replied quietly, following Fengying. "Let's just lose him first... Thank you. By the way, what should I call you?"
"Just call me Fengying…"
Thus, on the night-lit streets, two beautiful women in purple slowly vanished into the distance, chatting casually.
It was only when their figures had completely disappeared that Mu Zi, who had been posing as the helmeted man, removed his motorcycle helmet and relaxed. His prolonged act had tired him out.
Lying comfortably on his motorcycle, he closed his eyes, a content smile forming on his lips.
Liuse, thank you.
In your first formal role in the Angels of Death, you played such an important part.
I believe in you. You won't disappoint me.
Lying on the motorcycle parked by the street, Mu Zi fell asleep...
When the cool autumn night air jolted him awake, he hurried back to his hotel room to find it was already midnight.
To his surprise, Ouyang Liuse was still awake, engrossed in a book, so absorbed that she didn't notice him approaching. He quietly peeked and saw she was reading "Angel of Death," the prop book for their plan. When they had first found out Fengying liked this book, Ouyang Liuse had skimmed through it online and seemed indifferent. Usually rational, she wasn't much interested in literature.
But now, she was deeply absorbed in reading it...
Could it be she was studying hard to get closer to Fengying? Or had her new acquaintance influenced her to suddenly take an interest in literature?
Mu Zi didn't disturb her. After freshening up and getting into bed, he opened his laptop and began browsing the web.
The internet was wonderful, allowing one to control worldly affairs without leaving home, to strategize from the comfort of a bed.
Mu Zi usually browsed news online, apart from checking QQ and email, and researching when necessary. He wasn't interested in politics, focusing more on oddities and cultures from around the world. He'd always dreamed of traveling the globe, and although he'd been working towards it and visited several cities in recent months, his dream still seemed far off. The allure of those beautiful, mysterious lands beckoned to him...
While browsing a page about an American adventurer challenging the Colorado River rapids, a photo suddenly caught his eye.
The headline read: "Mysterious Tycoon's Extreme Adventure in Colorado," about a low-profile Chinese tycoon joining an expedition team. Recognizing the tycoon in the photo, Mu Zi was stunned.
It was Li Tian, his friend from Binbei whom he hadn't contacted since their last meeting. A financial genius who could double money in a week, a business mogul with unmatched intelligence but poor emotional quotient, and apart from Ouyang Liuse, the only person he could talk to about anything - Li Tian!
Seeing the familiar face on the screen, Mu Zi was overwhelmed with memories of Binbei and Binnan, flashing through his mind.
He eagerly read further, learning Li Tian had settled in the US and achieved great success. Despite his low profile and rare appearances in high society, it was conservatively estimated that his assets exceeded one hundred million dollars...
Well done, Uncle Li! You're still doing great in business abroad! Mu Zi clenched his fist, proud of Li Tian, then his eyes moistened...
He quietly closed his laptop and lay down, tired.
Suddenly, he felt inexplicably melancholic.
His constant need for caution forced him to frequently change phone numbers and addresses, living a life without a fixed abode. Today in a luxury suite, tomorrow perhaps in a leaky, dilapidated house... All this meant once friends parted, they rarely reconnected. Like Lao San, Ye Zi, Ning Xiang, Li Tian...