1257: C1257 Watchful Gaze

C1257 Watchful Gaze

"Why are you looking for me if you don't know me?" Don't tell me you can't sleep. " Her eyes began to look wary.

"I naturally have a reason for looking for you." "No," I said.

"Who the hell are you?" Her expression grew more tense.

I waved my hand at her. "Don't be nervous, and don't be afraid. No matter who I am, I don't seem to be your enemy. I won't do you any harm or harm."

My words were very serious.

She seemed relieved to hear me say so, but she looked at me with a puzzled and somewhat wary gaze.

I offered her another cigarette, lit it for her, then sat down again and looked at her. "Do you think I'm a bad guy?"

She took a drag on her cigarette and looked at me. "To tell you the truth, even though you have a strange background, even though your actions and actions are a little unclear, I can tell from your face that you look kind and not like a bad person. "Of course, people can't judge a book by its cover these days.

I chuckled. "Then what you're saying is that even though I don't look like a bad person, I'm not necessarily a good person, am I right?"

"Yes!" she said simply.

I smiled again. "Actually, it doesn't matter if I'm a good person or a bad person. But don't worry, to you, I won't be a bad person. You can rest assured on this point. Otherwise, just based on the fact that you're skating in your room, I don't need to come and find you to call the police. "

Hearing my explanation, she seemed to feel that it made some sense and couldn't help but nod her head. Then, she looked at me. "What is your background?"

I said, "I don't have any background. I came because I wanted to talk to you."

"About what?" "No," she said.

"You're not a local, are you?" "No," I said.

"Right, I'm not a local. Today, I just took a long journey by train to the Hsinghai." "No," she said.

"Why did you come to Hsinghai?" "No," I said.

"Tourism!" "No," she said.

"Travel?" I chuckled in disbelief.

"What is it? Hsinghai is a tourist city, so I can't travel there? These days, there are a lot of single women traveling, so what is there to be suspicious of? " She looked at me shrewdly.

"Tourism is a high cost item. If you can afford to travel, why would you stay in a store like this? Do you think I would believe you? " "No," I said.

"There's no reason to be surprised about the cost savings. There are even people who live in tents and travel outdoors." "No," she said.

"That's two different things. However, if you say that you don't have the financial means, the thing you just smoked was even more expensive than gold. " "No," I said.

She stopped talking and looked straight at me.

"It seems like you're not the first person to go out adventuring. It seems like you're someone with a story, experience, and experience." "No," I said.

She snorted, as if agreeing with me.

"You came to Hsinghai, not to travel, but to look for someone, right?" I suddenly got straight to the point.

She shuddered and looked at me. "I don't understand what you mean."

"You know that." "No," I said.

"Who the hell are you?" She seemed nervous again.

"Not an enemy." "No," I said.

"How do you know I'm here for someone?" She seemed to acknowledge my question.

"Instinct."

"Intuition?" She looked at me, her eyes wandering for a moment, then said, "You've been following me? "Isn't it?"

I smiled.

"Why are you following me? "Where did you start following me?" "No," she said.

"From the moment you get off the train and get into a taxi. "However, I had no intention of following you, but …"

"But what?"

"But your ticket folder interests me."

"Ticket holder?" She paused, then said: "Oh, I see, you're on the same side as Taxi Driver, aren't you? I felt that the driver was looking at me wrongly, so it turns out that you were planning to buy my wallet. I'm sorry to tell you, I don't have much money in my wallet. Although I have a bank card, my card is also empty. If you want it, you can take it. "

She took the wallet out of her bag and placed it on the table.

"I've said it before, we are not enemies. Since we are not enemies, how could we peep at your money? No matter how much it is, we will not have this idea." "No," I said.

"Then why are you interested in my ticket folder?" She was relieved and puzzled.

I looked at her and reached for the ticket folder. Opening it, I saw a photo of Lee Shun inside, a photo of him from many years ago. He was in high spirits and even looked a little sunny, very different from the Lee Shun now.

After looking at it for a while, I put it back, looked at her, and said slowly, "I'm interested in the picture in your ticket holder."

Her eyes widened as she stared at me. "It must have been when I was in the taxi and the cab driver saw it and told you, didn't it?"

I nodded. "You're right!"

"You … Do you all know this person? " "No," she said.

"Within the Hsinghai, there are quite a few people who know him and even more who know his name. "No," I said.

Her whole body suddenly trembled violently, looking somewhat agitated. "You …" You're familiar with him? "

"Yes." I said, "This person is a special sensitive person within the Hsinghai. As an outsider, walking around the Hsinghai with his picture on your person, it would naturally attract people's attention. "I really want to know where you came from and why you're looking for this person. This is why I've come to find you tonight."

"You must be from the underworld." "No," she said.

I didn't answer.

"Is that your brother driving the taxi?" she said again.

"Regardless of whether I am a gangster or not, regardless of what the identity of the person who hired the car is, I just want to tell you that I … at the very least, we have no ill intentions towards you." "No," I said.

"Then you …" You... Are you enemies or friends with him? " "No," she said.

I understood who she meant.

"Similarly, they are not enemies!" "No," I said.

"Really?" "No," she said.

"Really —" I nodded again.

"Why should I believe you?" "No," she said.

"It seems that you have no other choice!" "No," I said.

She was staring at me, as if trying to judge by the expression on my face whether I was telling the truth or not.

Then she thought again.

I smoked quietly, watching her.

After a while, she raised her head and suddenly let out a light laugh, "According to his personality, he is either a friend or foe. So you must be a gangster, too. You must be a friend of his? "

I smiled but didn't answer.

She suddenly stood up, grabbed my arm tightly, shook it, and said urgently, "Brother, tell me where he is. "Tell me quickly."

Her emotions were suddenly impulsive, as if she had finally deduced from my previous actions and words that I was not an enemy but a friend. It was as if she had finally believed me.

Her nails stung my arm.

"Calm down. Calm down."

She let go of my arm and sat back, staring at me.

I said, "Where is he? How could I easily say that to a stranger of unknown origin?"

"What do you mean? How could I be a stranger of unknown origin? He is very familiar with me. " "No," she said.

"But I'm not familiar with it. I know nothing about you. To me, you are a complete stranger. " "No," I said.

She stopped talking and lowered her head in thought.

It seems that she still doesn't completely trust me.

I understood her. I was a stranger to her too, how could she trust me so completely in such a short time?

"If you can't give me a reasonable explanation, I won't tell you!" I took the pistol out of my pocket and put it on the table. "If you think I have any feelings or factors of insecurity for you, then —"

At the sight of the pistol, she shuddered again and reached for it, aiming it at me.

I looked at her calmly.

There were no bullets in the gun.

After looking at me for a moment, she handed me the gun. "Put it away. It looks like you really are a gangster. It seems like I should believe that you are not his enemy. "Not his enemy, not mine."

I put the gun away and looked at her.

She took a deep breath and sighed. "All right, I'll tell you."

I looked at her intently and listened.

"I am called Zhang Mei, the chapter of the essay, Plum Blossom's Plum Blossom. I'm not from the Hsinghai, but this is not the first time I'm here at the Hsinghai. Many years ago, I was working as a waiter at a night club. There, by chance, I got to know him. He was a cynical dandy who ate and drank all day, but in my eyes, he had a different quality to him. He was very loyal, straightforward and manly. In addition, he was generous.

I soon fell in love with him, and he, too, fell in love with me at first sight and came to see me every day. We'll be fine soon. "I can tell that he is sincere towards me and infatuated with me. I, on the other hand, started dating him with a motive, but soon fell in love with him. I even became pregnant with him for his sake, for the sake of our relationship …"

I kept smoking and watching her, my heart beating faster and faster.

It seemed that I was getting closer and closer to the essence of things.

"He was actually very simple at the time, sometimes he was just like a big boy, obsessed with me and unable to pull himself out of the mess. But I never told him that I was married and had a husband, and that my husband was a good-for-nothing who spent his days in his hometown doing nothing but eating and gambling, and that he was dependent on me working in a nightclub.0

At first he and I played around and didn't tell him the truth about my husband, but then we both got involved, and when I got pregnant, I was even more afraid to tell him about it. He was ecstatic to learn that I was pregnant, and he vowed to marry me. But I know this is impossible, he is the dignified police chief's son, rich family, prominent family, what is a nightclub waiter like me? I knew it was impossible, and I was married.

I had no intention of marrying him at all, and I knew there was no possibility. But he was a perfect idealist, and he went home and told his parents at once. He was met with fierce opposition from his parents, and there was a violent conflict between him and his parents, and he stubbornly insisted on marrying me, even at the expense of breaking with my family.

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