Chapter 02 The fox's true face cannot be exposed 6
The dilapidated urban area and dilapidated old streets are almost forgotten corners of this prosperous city.
I leaned against the dirty and old wall, gasping for breath, looking at the mottled traces that time had brought to this old street, and could hardly believe my eyes.
Did I make a wrong judgment? Wei Jimo didn't come here?
But that's not right. He was clearly walking in this direction just now, and this is the only way to come from that side.
After taking a few deep breaths, I adjusted my breathing and began searching for my target.
The street was small and not many people were passing by, so I soon found him at the end of the old street.
The setting sun had already fallen below the horizon, and the brilliant sunset glow had been replaced by twinkling stars. Wei Jimo, in a blue shirt and white pants, stood quietly in the corner of the street, as beautiful as a static painting.
But his eyes were fixed firmly on the other side of the street, focused and lingering.
"Swoosh!" A motorcycle sped past Wei Jimo, splashing rainwater that had accumulated on the bumpy streets in the previous two days.
The mud instantly splashed all over Wei Jimu's spotless white trouser legs, but he seemed unaware of it and continued to watch intently.
What was it that made Wei Jimo look at it so attentively?
Following his gaze, I became more and more confused - at an extremely ordinary handicraft stall on the street, a father was quietly making handmade small accessories, and the mother was watching the stall while playing with the children. Occasionally, there were scattered customers who came forward to ask questions, and she would respond with a gentle and polite smile.
This is actually just an ordinary family of three. Judging from their clothes, they are even a little poor. In this old street, such a family is very common.
But why was Wei Jimo watching so intently?
I'm suddenly confused...
Did he travel across half the city just to see this?
I looked up in confusion, looking at the tall and lonely figure under the interweaving of starlight and lights, and the vague envy in his eyes , my heart full of puzzlement.
This kind of Wei Jimu seemed a little strange, so strange that I suddenly had the illusion that I had never known him.
How can it be?
I shook my head, trying to get rid of the absurd thought that suddenly popped up in my mind . Suddenly, a burst of laughter from across the street drew my attention back to the family of three.
Under the dim street lights, the wife handed her husband a cup of hot tea and gave him a faint and peaceful smile. The couple smiled at each other, and then the wife lowered her head and gently kissed the forehead of the child in her arms, causing the child to giggle in her arms.
I don’t know if it was my illusion, but at that moment, I seemed to feel that their eyes were peaceful and contented.
This kind of satisfaction is happiness from the heart and cannot be bought with any amount of money.
Could it be that...
Looking at Wei Jimo's almost obsessed eyes, I seemed to understand something...
