Chapter 68 Don't Cry, Okay
Halloween.
A pumpkin man appeared outside the door. Cui Jing saw her long braids under the hood through the peephole. She opened the door and said, "Didn't you say I would pick you up?"
"Trick or treat." The Pumpkin Man said in a muffled voice.
Cui Jing directly snatched her pumpkin basket and the candy inside, "Okay, you were robbed by me, missing person."
A white shadow rushed out and jumped into the pumpkin man's arms.
Qin Sheng took off the hood and held it in his arms, holding Buhei in one hand, "Happy Halloween."
"Why do you seem to be getting poorer and poorer?" Cui Jing looked her up and down and said something shocking.
Qin Sheng was holding the cat, and he looked much thinner. At first glance, he looked more aggressive. He looked down-to-earth like a programmer, wearing a gray jacket over a gray velvet plaid shirt with fluffy cuffs, and he still had the same long single braid on his chest.
Carrying a simple gray computer bag.
"And thinner."
"I'm losing fat. I'm exhausted from work. I always want to go to the gym downstairs to vent in my spare time."
Qin Sheng put Buhei down, took out his backpack and threw it on the ground, found a pair of slippers to change into, and went to the refrigerator to get some ice water. "Don't stay at home anymore, go have a meal, go shopping, or go to the nearest amusement park. There are limited character costumes for Halloween. Only foreign festivals can have special editions of ghost-related characters."
Qin Sheng was lying on her sofa looking at her phone. Cui Jing came to the coffee table and looked for her lipstick. In Qin Sheng's low field of vision, she saw a pair of feet walking without socks in flip-flops with their ankles exposed.
"Then how dare you go to the Ghost Festival?" Cui Jing continued as she searched, "Just like everyone said, sneak in and get the real thing."
Qin Sheng didn't reply to this sentence, but said: "Why don't you put on some socks first."
"I'll be wearing it soon." Her voice faded away.
Qin Sheng picked up a doll on the sofa. It was old-fashioned in color. Compared with some popular dolls nowadays, it had a kind of old-fashioned and outdated exquisiteness.
The machine-embroidered big eyes and exaggerated eyelashes, with a pink smudge on the face, make it look a little dirty.
“You still have this thing.”
Qin Sheng pinched the doll with a solid texture, and the cotton inside was stirred into clumps. Cui Jing must have taken care of it, as she rubbed the doll's face until it was plump and free of pimples.
"There are still a lot of them at home. I took them out to dry in the sun a few days ago." Cui Jing moved out of the Zhai family's main house and found this doll at the bottom of a box. She put it in the washing machine a few days ago to wash it clean and let it see the light of day again.
Cui Jing threw a tweed coat on the sofa, sat down and put on a pair of dark stockings, pulling out a few hairs from the socks.
"There's non-black hair everywhere. Don't even think about buying dark-colored clothes from now on."
Qin Sheng moved his legs to make some room for her, with a dazed look on his face.
"Let's... go to the arcade to catch dolls. I remember you loved catching dolls the most. The first time you skipped class in high school, you went to the arcade. The dolls you had are probably old now."
Cui was silent for a while.
"What's wrong? That expression."
It was rare for Qin Sheng to see Cui Jing with this expression in front of her. The last time was on the night of their class reunion. She was very drunk and thought she was really about to cry. She couldn't tell whether the light in her eyes was the physiological fluid nourishing her eyeballs or the light from the lamp.
"Don't cry, okay?" Qin Sheng lowered his voice, and this time it was still a little unclear.
But Cui Jing did not refute her. She put on one pair of stockings and left the other leg uncovered, which was white and smooth. She sat there motionless.
What are you sad about?
"Don't you want to go? Then don't go." Qin Sheng didn't know how to comfort her, she held Cui Jing's face. Her face was really small, and her body had a captivating fragrance.
"You make me unable to understand your emotions like this, and I really don't know what to do." Qin Sheng was very direct.
Cui Jing held Qin Sheng's hand. Although her fingers had not touched water for so long, Qin Sheng could still feel the thin calluses on her palms, but they were smoothed and the lines were firm.
The mark that life leaves on the body is unique and cannot be faked.
What if it could be faked, Cui Jing thought.
"Just recalling the past, I have an indescribable feeling. Let's go catch dolls." Cui Jing put on the other sock.
But "Cui Jing" is gone.
……
"What's the fun with so many people?"
Zhang Ye looked at the crowd in the game hall. Before he even entered, a wave of heat came over him. The various music and light pollution made his eardrums hurt. Zhang Ye had the urge to run away.
"I don't know either." Fan Ci'en took a popsicle from the refrigerator at the door and said, "Go and pay the bill."
Then what are you here for?
Zhang Ye also found a popsicle for himself, "You really treat me as your assistant. Now it's time to get off work." Although his family background is much worse than that of Sister Fan, he is still a wealthy second-generation in the eyes of others.
"Yes, Master Zhang." Fan Ci'en replied perfunctorily, "Go and pay the bill."
The two exchanged their currency and went straight to the claw machine.
Fan Ci'en was catching the doll like a piece of crap. After several attempts, she failed as expected. Her claws were as loose as a wilted banana peel. Zhang Ye stared at a couple. They put thirty coins into a machine. After they left, a man put in more than twenty coins and left.
Of course, during this period, Fan Ci'en also invested so many game coins, which were scattered among the machines.
This kind of game is all about the atmosphere. The game coins you exchange for can't be considered money. You're just spending money to buy time to play.
"Over there." Zhang Ye pulled Fan Ci'en, "The people in front of us just threw a lot of coins but still couldn't get up. According to the settings, it should take a few more times for the claws to be strong enough."
Zhang Ye was a turtle.
"It suits you very well." Fan Ci'en glanced at her and tied her long hair up behind her, then smiled uninterestedly.
Zhang Ye: I will endure it.
"What a coincidence." Fan Ci'en strode away. Seeing Cui Jing, Zhang Ye finally knew why this ancestor came.
Cui Jing was holding a bunch of dolls, with a tall woman and a man beside her. Wasn’t this man the handsome little fool who couldn’t see the air in the hospital that day?
When Xie Jin saw Zhang Ye, his eyes widened. He immediately recalled what happened in the hospital that day. It turned out that Sister Cui knew them.
"This is true." Cui Jing cursed in her heart.
She was first squeezed around while holding a few dolls. In the crowd, she seemed to see a familiar head with brown hair, shining brightly in the light of the game hall. She looked at it again and again.
The back of the head turned, and its eyes met Cui Jing's directly. It turned back for a second out of guilt, as if it had struggled for a while, then turned back again as if it suddenly noticed her and walked over to say hello.
——Dead stalker.
She glanced at Fan Ci'en.
——What a pervert.