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When getting off the car, Yao Yao actually fell asleep. She leaned against my shoulder, her tear stains still visible on her face, looking like a pitiful little thing.
Zhou Heng stopped the car, turned to me, and quietly reminded me, "She's been through a lot today. Keep an eye on her these days."
I was shocked. He was afraid that Yao Yao would do something foolish. Although this girl liked Song Wenjun, she wouldn't joke with her own life.
Zhou Heng's expression was very serious, so I had to take this issue seriously.
" Master, have you noticed anything?" Zhou Heng was about to speak when Yao Yao's body moved, and she woke up.
Yao Yao opened her swollen eyes and asked, "Have we arrived? Why didn't you call me?" Before Zhou Heng and I could react, she had already opened the car door and gotten out. Worried about her unsteady steps, I quickly jumped out of the car to support her. Zhou Heng closed the car door and quickly came over.
"Yao Yao recognized the way to my home and headed straight for the unit door.
"Xiao Meng, is there any alcohol at home?"
She suddenly stopped, grabbed my hand, and pleaded, "I want to drink."
I was stunned, and I glanced at Zhou Heng. She really wouldn't be able to get through this night so calmly.
Zhou Heng nodded at me, indicating that I should let her drink.
"We do have some, but it's just baijiu," I thought to myself. Who drinks baijiu, especially a girl? The baijiu at home was a gift from a client during my last business trip to Luzhou, but I don't drink baijiu, so it has been sitting there ever since.
Yao Yao patted my shoulder and said, "Baijiu is good, I like it."
She seemed to want to drown her sorrows, and I exhaled and didn't refuse her. With such a big thing happening, how could I not have any emotions? Besides, if I don't let Yao Yao vent her unhappiness, it might be troublesome if she can't figure it out.
Zhou Heng probably didn't trust me and Yao Yao, so he followed us upstairs.
I live in an old residential area without an elevator, so I have to climb the stairs. Fortunately, it's only four floors. As soon as I opened the door, Yao Yao rushed in and, without any suspense, took out the bottle of Luzhou wine that I had "treasured" from the cabinet in the living room. She skillfully took out some glasses and asked Zhou Heng, "Would the Master like some?"
Zhou Heng changed into slippers, but before he could sit down, I pulled him up and whispered to him, "You're driving, so don't drink. Just let her have her fun."
Zhou Heng smiled and said, "Okay."
I sat next to Yao Yao, who had already downed a glass of strong liquor, making her eyes water from the spiciness.
She poured herself several more drinks in quick succession, and I couldn't stop her at all.
"Take it easy, don't drink too much, it's bad for your health," I said. But before I could finish, she started coughing violently, and I quickly patted her back. I saw her trembling body draw closer to me, and her quiet sobbing gradually grew louder.
Yao Yao completely lost control and burst into tears.
"Why did he betray me? Is it because I'm not pretty enough?"
"We agreed to get married, didn't we? But he turned around and cheated on me with another woman."
"I can't accept it, Xiao Meng, I can't accept it."
My mood also changed with her emotions, and Song Wenjun's actions were indeed infuriating. She gently stroked her back, not knowing what to say.
As for Zhou Heng, he seemed to be as calm as if he had seen a woman heartbroken for the first time, first stunned, then sighed, and then appeared to see through everything.
Yao Yao cried for a while, then lifted her teary eyes and asked me, "Does Master count as an outsider?"
Ah? I was shocked and broke out in a cold sweat. Wasn't she putting me in an awkward position?
Zhou Heng also looked embarrassed. Yao Yao's meaning couldn't have been clearer, making it seem like there was something between me and Zhou Heng.
"I stuttered, 'What do you want to ask?'
Yao Yao turned and asked Zhou Heng, ' Master, can you draw symbols?'
I instantly understood and quickly called out to her, 'Yao Yao, don't mess around.'"
Zhou Heng can draw symbols, but Zhou Heng definitely can't draw the symbols she wants. I see that Zhou Heng is quite calm, always maintaining his elegant demeanor.
Yao Yao has already crawled over, grabbing Zhou Heng's sleeve, shouting, "I won't let that couple of dog men and women have their way. I refuse to accept it, Master, I'm in so much pain, please."
I quickly stepped forward to hold Yao Yao back, and signaled to Zhou Heng with my eyes to ignore her.
"Ling Xiaomeng. What are you causing trouble for? Are you still a friend?"
Yao Yao started to make trouble, probably because of the alcohol. Her cheeks were red, and she started to stutter when speaking.
"Dao, Master, draw a circle for me and curse them."
"Curse them, they will break up sooner or later, they will get their retribution."
Yao Yao became more and more angry as she spoke, stood up, swayed her body, and cursed, "Men are not good things."
I clearly saw Zhou Heng's brow furrow for a moment, he is being implicated.
Yao Yao is not satisfied, no matter how much I pull her, she completely ignores me.
"The crows in the world are all the same, just because they think I'm old and unattractive, they all like pretty young girls. Who the hell wasn't a young girl when they were young?"
I awkwardly smile at Zhou Heng and say, " Master, I'm sorry, she, she's had too much to drink."
Zhou Heng didn't show any displeasure like any, he just smiled helplessly.
Yao Yao saw that we didn't respond, and became a little anxious, "I'm not drunk."
She turned to look at Zhou Heng, walked towards him, with a strange look in her eyes, staring at him. She sat down next to Zhou Heng with a thud, looked him up and down several times, and finally looked at me, and asked very carefully, " Master, men are all hypocritical. You are a man, so you have the most say."
Zhou Heng was a little nervous and moved away from Yao Yao. But Yao Yao moved closer, following him closely.
I saw Zhou Heng's awkward expression and quickly intervened, pulling Yao Yao along, "Don't make it difficult for Master. Don't you want to drink? I'll accompany you."
Yao Yao covered her mouth and laughed, " Ling Xiaomeng, you said you weren't interested in Master. Look at how nervous you are. I won't eat him."
Click! I feel like my head is buzzing and exploding, dumbfounded, standing there not knowing what to do.
Zhou Heng's expression is very surprised, with an indescribable feeling. Anyway, I saw his instant change of expression, and I felt inexplicably flustered.
Yao Yao leans towards Zhou Heng again, pointing at his nose, and asks, "Do you dare to say that you are not moved at all by Xiao Meng?"
Zhou Heng: "......"
"Haha, Master, you are also being hypocritical."
I wish I could find a hole to hide in. Seeing Zhou Heng looking so awkward, I really want to shut Yao Yao's mouth.
Zhou Heng's eyebrows drooped lightly, obviously stimulated by Yao Yao's words, and his usually calm face showed obvious signs of panic and unease.
I quickly pulled Yao Yao aside and said, "Quick, have a drink. Isn't it said that getting drunk can dispel a thousand worries?"
" Master Zhou, please don't take it to heart. She... she's been under a lot of stress today and doesn't know what she's doing or saying." My explanation sounded unconvincing even to myself.
He got up in a panic, "Is there salt in the kitchen? I'll go pour a cup of salted hot water for Daoist Yao to sober up."
"It's in the first cabinet on the first floor."
Zhou Heng nodded, but then bumped into the corner of the sofa, almost falling. I saw him quickly regain his balance, blushing from his face to his neck.
I concealed my guilt and could only sneak a glance in Zhou Heng's direction. Through the glass, I saw him staring at me in a daze, so I quickly averted my gaze and felt my breath quicken.
Yao Yao grabbed a glass and drank recklessly, not knowing how much she had consumed.
Before long, she had already collapsed on the sofa, sound asleep.
Zhou Heng came out with a glass of water. Seeing that Yao Yao had already laid down, he gently placed the water on the table and whispered, "It looks like we won't need the sobering soup after all."
I covered Yao Yao with a towel and sighed, "Today's events were so unexpected. She's quite pitiful, always being so devoted to Song Wenjun..."
I sighed, "Actually, when I was fortune-telling at Qingyun Temple that day, I felt uneasy in my heart, as if something bad was going to happen."
Zhou Heng frowned slightly and asked, "I've also seen the divination you interpreted, senior brother. It's an auspicious divination, but..."
Me: "But what?"
Zhou Heng continued, "But if it's only for career advancement, it's a good divination. If it's for marriage, then..."
I suddenly realized that last time, Yao Yao only listened halfway and became ecstatic upon seeing the upper sign. She didn't really understand the dual nature of the master's interpretation. Now it's just a case of empty joy.
Zhou Heng: "Everyone's fate is predetermined, coming together and parting ways, cannot be forced. I hope she can soon emerge from the shadow."
Coming together and parting ways, cannot be forced. Is he warning me? He couldn't have not understood Yao Yao's drunken words just now. Zhou Heng is intelligent, perhaps he can even sense my thoughts before I am aware of them.
I feel like I'm being funny, talking to a Taoist about the relationship between men and women. Isn't it like playing the lute to a cow? My voice became a little bit awkward: "Yes, fate is so subtle, how can people in the world be as calm as Master?" Zhou Heng's eyes sparkled, he looked at me, wanting to say something but stopped, and finally just smiled.
I felt a surge of pent-up frustration in my heart, suppressing my emotions. "Perhaps Master thinks that we mortals are just tormenting ourselves, getting hurt time and time again, yet still foolishly persisting in trying over and over. Isn't that foolish?"
Zhou Heng's face returned to its usual calm, and his gentle voice said, " Daoist Ling, you are a smart person. You wouldn't hesitate like that. You know how to make choices."
Was he warning me?
I squeezed out a smile and said, "Yes, I understand. Why didn't I understand!" At this moment, I didn't know what he was thinking. My attempt to probe had failed. Zhou Heng is very clear about his own identity, but unfortunately, I can't see my own position clearly.
"It's getting late, Master. Thank you for your help. You should go back early too."
At this time, returning to Qingyun Temple still involves driving on a mountain road, with the car twisting and turning. If one's driving skills are not up to par, they dare not drive at night. Today, Zhou Heng drove out alone, which made me feel both regretful and worried for him.
Zhou Heng stood up and politely said to me, "Alright, Daoist Ling, if Daoist Yao wakes up, you can let her drink some salt water on the table to ease the effects of the alcohol."
I tried to control my emotions and replied, "Okay, thank you."
Zhou Heng looked at me with a complicated expression in his eyes. He opened his mouth a few times, but in the end, he didn't say anything. He just gave me a gentle, tight-lipped smile and said, "Rest early."
As he left, I closed the door and felt that our distance was growing further and further. I stood dazed in the hallway, my thoughts drifting far away. Since the day I met Zhou Heng, it has always been my own wishful thinking, developing feelings for him that I shouldn't have.
He has always been indifferent. How could he, who grew up in a Taoist temple, be willing to be tainted by the worldly flavors? And I, our acquaintance is like a small stone on his path of cultivation. He may detour around it, or step over it, but ultimately, he will not stay.
Unknowingly, my eyes have become moist, and my mood has reached an all-time low.
Yao Yao is sleeping soundly, perhaps from drinking, forgetting all worries.
While I, on the other hand, am unable to shake off my countless worries.
I held my phone, looking at Zhou Heng's WeChat for a long time. In the end, I sent him a message: "I have to work overtime on Saturday, I'm sorry, I can't make it to our appointment."
"Can't force it, can we?" This is what Zhou Heng said.
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