Xing Tuo reached out and held her arm. Qian Chi stopped, looking down at his bandaged hand, then slowly raising her eyes and offering a smile: “Rest well.”
Xing Tuo was stunned by her sudden smile.
When school was over that day, she saw Xing Tuo leaning against the car body from afar, head down with a cigarette in his mouth, seemingly having waited for a long time. Seeing her come out, he extinguished the cigarette and casually threw it into a roadside trash can, walking towards her. Qian Li ignored him, walking straight to the bus stop. He followed her, and Qian Li turned back and said, “Don’t follow me.”
Xing Tuo said, “I’ll take you home.”
Qian Li said coldly, “No need, I like taking the bus.”
“Then I’ll accompany you.”
“What? You’re going to take the bus?” Qian Li thought she had misheard.
Xing Tuo nodded, “Yes.”
“No,” Qian Li said, “You won’t be able to adapt. Please leave, I’m about to board.”
Xing Tuo looked at her and said, “Because you like it, I want to learn to get used to it.”
Qian Li was stunned, then pushed him, saying, “No, you must go.”
A bus arrived, and she got on, dropping a coin at the ticket box. When she turned, she saw Xing Tuo had followed her on. “You…” Qian Li looked at him, speechless, then walked into the bus, intending to ignore him, but he followed behind her.
“Sir, you haven’t paid the fare…” the driver quickly called out to him.
Xing Tuo turned, pulled out his wallet full of hundred-yuan bills, and was about to throw one into the ticket box when the driver stopped him, “Hey, don’t put it in, I don’t have change!”
At this point, Qian Li walked over and pushed him, whispering, “You should get off, this isn’t a place for you!”
Xing Tuo glanced at her without speaking, and asked the driver, “I don’t have change. Can I use a card?” He pulled out a gold card.
The driver looked at the card as if his words were nonsense. The driver looked him over and said, “Sir, please get off if you’re not going to board. Don’t make things difficult for me.”
