The Healing Sunshine (一厘米的阳光)

Chapter 6.2 - The Little Thought in My Heart (2)

She discovered that the zasui soup in front of Jì Chengyang had not been touched at all.

More precisely, it seemed he had not really eaten anything except for some shaobing [baked flatbread] and rolling donkey rice rolls.

When they were leaving the eatery, Wang Haoran was also wondering about this and asked him, "Aren't you a carnivore? Why is it that after being with the Palestinian troops for a period of time, you've completely changed?

"You're respecting their religion? Everyone in their country doesn't eat meat?" Wang Haoran guessed.

"You want to know?" He merely smiled.

Wang Haoran jeered back with a grin, "You're trying to keep us hanging?"

Jì Chengyang's gaze fell on the Jishuitan Bridge on the other side of the old city moat. Over there, vehicles were coming and going and the lights were dim.

"If you saw with your own eyes a rocket strike an armored vehicle and a dozen or more soldiers burning until they were just charred corpses, or maybe... the commander, who only minutes ago was telling you about the battle situation, take a headshot from a sniper and spurt blood and gore right in front of you, or maybe—"

"Stop! I get it. If it were me, I'd have no appetite, too." Wang Haoran glanced at Jǐ Yi, who was following only two steps behind the two of them. "Not suitable for children."

Jì Chengyang smiled, not saying any more.

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He smiled more than he used to.

Jǐ Yi continued summarizing the changes that had occurred in him over this last year.

Although everything sounded so gory, she still could not restrain herself from wanting to hear it, wanting to understand everything that had to do with him.

Staring at Wang Haoran's backside, she thought, this guy wasn't going to be staying at Jì Chengyang's home tonight, was he? Fortunately, this thought had only just arisen before Wang Haoran took an urgent call and left.

He seemed very fond of Jǐ Yi. His one foot was already inside the taxi, but still, he did not forget to instruct, "Chengyang, give your mobile number to the little lady; otherwise it will be so inconvenient if she needs to find you. Oh, right, and mine, too. Give my number to Xixi, too—"

Jì Chengyang's one hand was in his pants pocket while he waved the other one, indicating that Wang Haoran should hurry up and take his leave.

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His friend was gone.

Only the two of them remained. Walking beneath Jishuitan Bridge, they followed the old city moat and ambled back.

She was someone who liked quiet in the first place and did not really know how to carry out idle conversation. In her dormitory as well, she would always keep people company as they talked, and it seemed that whatever anyone said, she would always be able to reply with a few words. However, if it really were left to her to liven the atmosphere, there would be no chance of that succeeding. And so, in this moment now as she strolled along beside Jì Chengyang, she tried with all her might to find something to talk about, but it was in vain.

After she had already stolen several glimpses at him, finally, there was one time when he caught her in the act.

Jì Chengyang lowered his head, a slow smile spreading across his lips. "You want to say something to me?"