Disgusted

Chapter 12

When Qingkong loves someone very much, he can smell the other person's scent from across the floor.

This is neither an exaggeration, nor a rhetoric such as metaphor or symbol, but literally, I can really smell the breath of the other party, as close as if she is breathing in the ear.

It was my senior year in college.Both are students of the School of Journalism and Communication, at the same level, but they are taking different courses, so they don't often meet each other in the school.Qingkong still remembers that sunny November morning, the weather was just cool enough to wear a thin sweater.She was going to find her mentor, and she walked into the corridor of the media building through the entrance of the library. The sprinkler on the lawn was just turned on, and the water droplets whirled out in circles with a hissing sound, which actually reflected a very shallow rainbow, so she stood still. Hold the notebook with both hands and concentrate on watching the curved rainbow.

At this time, there was a chatter and laughter downstairs.Underneath is the multimedia teaching room, which is usually used by lower grade students, and only they are at the age and freshness that can talk about everything.Yet she smelled her.Warm, like a fluffy quilt that has just been tanned by the strong sun.Qingkong herself was a little surprised, she should have a tutoring job today, and it was so far away—she turned her head subconsciously, watching the group of students walking up the stairs towards the cafeteria, followed by her, and the other two classmate.Qing Kong saw her eyes light up, like bright fireworks exploding in the dark night, watched her take a step towards him, then restrained himself and slowed down, waiting for the other two students to come together.Qingkong looked at that petite and delicate person so lowly and softly, feeling like he owned a whole secret garden of roses, so rich and happy that no one knew about.

It was November five years ago, for the first time in Fang Qingkong's life, he knew clearly that he had and loved someone in his heart like looking up and seeing a Turkish hot air balloon floating in the air.

And the taste is the red line between her and her, a kind of circumstantial evidence of fate.

Five years later, Qingkong was in a small southern town. He had just washed the dishes, and while his hands were still wet, he wiped them with a towel before walking in front of Saori.Looking at this tall and quiet woman, I couldn't help but bent down and held her long hair up to the tip of my nose - the indescribable but soothing smell, a bit like my mother's extremely quaint rosewood jewelry box.Qing Kong suddenly had the urge to dump himself completely.

She sat down beside Saori, her fingers lifted her hair and caught it behind her ears, revealing small and thin auricles, small and soft, with no piercings on the thin earlobes.Qing Kong looked at the ear carefully, and slowly moved his fingertips down the ear bone, and the white ear gradually turned red with the movement of the fingers, spreading to the neck.

"you--"

"you--"

Both of them spoke at the same time, and were both stunned.Saori smiled, grabbed Qing Kong's hand, and held it. "You speak first."

Qing Kong looked at Saori's hand for a while, then raised his head, what he said was far from what he thought. "Has your problem been solved?" she asked, "I said last time that 'it's not a problem that can't be solved'."

"Probably." Saori sighed inaudibly, subconsciously let go of Qingkong's hand, and lightly touched her right cheek. "After all, they are still reasonable people—or they have nothing to do with reason, but just smart people who can see the reality clearly and distinguish between pros and cons."

She thought for a while and took a sip of the water in the glass. "Did it scare you that night?" He stood at the door of the house with injuries.She still remembers Qingkong's expression at that time, the indifference and disgust at the beginning, the shock and unbearable later... heartache.The reason why she ran so recklessly that night was something she slowly figured out later.

"No." Qingkong pursed her lips tightly, she had seen wounds far more bloody and cruel than that. "But in any case, violence should not be condoned or easily condoned."

"Yeah." Saori nodded.She didn't say that maybe it was the result of her careful instigation, in order to increase the bargaining chip in the negotiation.

The time and place are carefully chosen.On Sunday evening, my mother-in-law went to a regular gathering of retired cadres. The kitchen aunt was on vacation, and there were only her and her husband at home.At this time, the husband stayed in the study as usual.She stood at the door, knocking gently but firmly.

"Come in." After a while, her husband's voice came from inside the door.

She pushed open the door and walked in. Her husband sat behind the desk, the light of his laptop reflected in his glasses. "What's wrong?" he asked, looking up.He and Saori each have their own study rooms, and rarely disturb each other.

"Well. There is something I want to talk to you about." She sat down on the reception sofa.He took his hands out of his pockets, put them on his knees, and clasped his fingers.

The husband frowned behind the glasses, and stood up from the office chair as if thinking about something, with an expression of "I don't have much time" on his face.

"I know everything about your date with your boyfriend." Saori got straight to the point, with a calm tone, but there was no hesitation or room for negotiation.This set of arguments has been brewed and practiced many times in her mind. In the past week, the private detective she hired has followed her husband 24 hours a day. I don't know whether it is too efficient or he has cheated too frequently. Saori did not expect to collect strong evidence so quickly. : Photos, recordings, videos.However, if possible, she didn't want these embarrassing images to be exposed, and if she let her husband know that she asked someone to investigate, she was afraid that he would retaliate against him in his own way.After all, she and Qingkong are not without traces.

"A friend in the hiking forum saw it, and sent the photo to me." Saori took out her phone, turned on the screen, and handed it over.The husband sitting across from him kept a cold face and didn't answer.

"I told the other party that he recognized the wrong person." She leaned over slightly as she spoke, and put the phone in front of her husband. The enlarged profile on the screen was clearly her husband's appearance.