Summer 【Chiqin】

Chapter 21

Gorgeous and exquisite small commodities sparkle under colored lights.He finally settled on what he wanted.

The commodity department of the amusement park is a little deserted.Because the price exceeded the limit that boys and girls could pay, there were not many people in the beautifully decorated storefront. Gin was smoking a cigarette alone outside the door.The so-called dating is of course only a matter of name.

He said I want this.

The cash register beeped.

Probably better called a necklace.The worn chains cast a dim light.It's just that the pendant is too big.Just enough to hold in the palm of your hand.It has finely carved patterns.The color is mild copper.

Of course not for wearing.

He gently opened the locket as a pendant.Just the right size.You can put it in by bending the corner.

A vintage and modest picture frame.

A photo of a golden retriever puppy with a pink bunny.Something that can subtly threaten Gin.

Lucky is really cute.He thought so before closing the frame.

It's not too late to leave the amusement park.Because it is not suitable for people to stay there.It was three o'clock in the afternoon when the sun was hot.The chirping of cicadas in this season seems heart-piercing.Walk side by side on a secluded road.The distance is still not far or close.There was no conversation either.

They are all masters of the game.Excessive silence does not disturb either of them.The alluring sunlight was crushed and splashed fine golden light on the surface of the water.On both sides of the embankment there are only dead plants in late summer.He stopped suddenly on the bridge.

He said Gin.Those who were called also stood still.

Then he held out his hand.On the open palm lies a mildly colored pendant.Because it was held in the pocket for too long.There is even a slightly warmer temperature.

And Gin took the things after a brief silence.The posture is natural when opening the small box cover.He saw the slight curvature of Gin's mouth as he stared at the photo.But I can't tell whether it's joy or self-deprecation.

He saw Gin turn sideways slightly.The time is late summer.afternoon.The water shimmered underfoot.The beautifully decorated pendant draws a graceful arc in the air.Then plop into the water.

Gin's hair curled up gracefully as he turned to leave.A golden light bloomed in the air.A collection of shimmering colors dazzles.

He narrowed his eyes slightly.I want to laugh a little bit.But in the end I couldn't laugh.

Apparently Gin didn't care about that photo.No matter what kind of mentality you have, the past cannot be changed.No intention to treasure.But there is no need to destroy. Gin doesn't care that those photos are always kept in that remote place across the ocean.

What Gin cared about was that the photo was held in his hand.

Gin cares about him.

This was the simplest reasoning he had encountered since becoming an FBI.

And meaningful.

He stood on the bridge for a long time.As far as the eye can see is the calm water.The cigarette paints a white mist and is carried away by the wind.He wondered how hard it would be to end the game.A thousand cicadas sang in agreement.

He whiled away the rest of the day in a street café.Because there is a slight distraught feeling.Of course it is impossible to face Gin in such a state.Dusk slowly descended.Wanxia couldn't struggle in the end.A whole pack of cigarettes is consumed.He beckons the waiter for a refill.The respectful waiter said sorry, sir, our shop no longer serves coffee after sunset, but drinks instead. Do you need anything?

A monogram full of wine names was handed to his eyes.Browsing is extraordinarily slow as if deliberately killing time.The waiter waiting on the side reminded him in a low voice, sir, what do you need?

He said, I want Gin.

The street lights outside the window suddenly turned on.

The waiter next to him had to remind him again, sir, Gin is used to make cocktails, and we don't serve a la carte here.

He smiled to himself.Then stand up.

He said I know.

I know what I want.and where.

I also know that is impossible.

Under the dim light, he saw bright red sparks flickering in the distance.It doesn't take trained acumen to tell who's coming.Because the breath is too harsh.He sidled into a dark alleyway.

The summer night wind brings a cool feeling when passing by.He saw that Gin finally stopped.In front of me is the river that passes by during the day.

At this time there is no clear daylight.But the meager light still has a dazzling illusion when it falls on the water.He saw Gin standing there with the lukewarm river flowing past his feet. Gin was smoking a cigarette, the faint fire flickering.Time sneaks away in the soft chirping of crickets.Night is a silent and long form of time. Gin smoked one cigarette after another.The world is covered with stars by time.

He saw Gin drop the unburned cigarette butt.The fire was stomped out when he turned around.

But in the end he didn't take a step forward.

He saw Gin curse something in a low voice.

Then turn around and jump into the water.

The water was cold.he thinks.The broken surface of the water was sparkling.

The not-so-clear figure in the distance bent down and fumbled in the water.The water is not deep, just above the knee depth, but for people with too long hair, the tip of the hair will be immersed in the water as soon as you bend down.When he got up again, his long hair became sticky and heavy, and the dripping water soaked his top.Very embarrassing.

He looked at Gin from this far distance.Knowing that each other has fallen into a difficult situation.

The Ferris wheel in the pink amusement park reaches the commanding heights of happiness.And Gin said there would be no next time.

He thought Gin didn't care about the photos.

He thought that his charm was actually not bad.He finally smiled.

The sound of the water being stirred sounds very gentle.He saw that Gin finally stood up straight.The figure standing in the water turned his back to him, the long golden hair melting the dim moonlight.

Standing for a long time.long stare.

Of course he couldn't find it, he thought.His long hair was dripping with water.The trouser legs were already covered with mud.Clothes appear sticky and heavy from soaking up moisture.The wind brings the illusion of being slightly cold as it passes by.Very embarrassing.

The water was cold.He spread his palms.

The abandoned pendant lay quietly in his palm.

There is no escape.

No one can escape.