His voice was also very soft, as if he was always afraid of scaring people.

"Then ask dad if he wants to shoot you?"

"Daddy, daddy!" The little boy looked at him eagerly, with golden hair and mixed facial features.

"Of course our little baby must be satisfied with what he wants." The young father, blond and handsome, laughed loudly, picked him up, and kissed the little boy's forehead.

"No!" The little boy wiped his forehead and pouted: "I want my mother to hold me."

It's a family of three.

"Bang--"

The fiftieth shot.

Empty.

Zheng Xingzhou stood there without responding.

There was an uproar at the scene and there was a lot of discussion.

"What's going on?"

"I thought it was so awesome!"

"That's it."

The stall owner shook his head, with some regret in his eyes: "What a pity, we only succeeded with the last shot."

He held it very steadily in front of him, so that he missed it in the end, which made many people regret it.

Shi Wei was stunned for a moment, a little surprised: "It doesn't matter, it's just a balloon, it's nothing."

The stall owner also thought he was pretty cool and said, "Your boyfriend is really cool. You can take this little kitten figurine. It's the reward for second place."

"No need." Zheng Xingzhou put the gun back and refused calmly.

Since it is not what you want most, there is no need to stay.

It has become a regrettable thing. No matter how many times I encounter it later, it is nothing.

"Weiwei, go home?"

Shi Wei could see that his mood seemed to be getting worse all of a sudden, but there was always a cynical smile on the corner of his lips. She couldn't guess what he was thinking, so she nodded.

The side of Zheng Xingzhou's face was sunken into the snow, with a cold outline that could be overturned by the heavy snow at any time.

This man's temperament is sometimes sunny and sometimes dark, sometimes good and sometimes bad, his moods and anger are frightening, and he is unpredictable. He has a sense of oppression in his bones. He hides his deepest feelings deep in his heart. At least he will not take out his emotions and temper on women.

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The Zheng Xingzhou in Shi Wei's impression was as frivolous as a raging horse. If he had been born in ancient times, he would have gained power over the world and fallen drunk in the lap of a beautiful woman.

So for a person like him, who has so much, has a smooth life, and has a noble status, why would he be sad?

There was a convenience store across the street. She said she was going to buy some things and asked Zheng Xingzhou to wait.

Dusk is approaching, the sun is setting in the west, and there is a large expanse of dusk on the horizon. The convenience store on the corner is shrouded in the afterglow of the setting sun, outlines a beautiful golden light, which is both depressed and lonely.

When Shi Wei walked out of the store, she happened to see the man standing across the street.

Cold winter, dusk, exotic street corner, cold wind, roasted sweet potatoes, black coat.

He just stood there, the dusk lengthening his figure, making him a little more illusory. He leaned slightly and listened to the person in front of him.

It was an elderly man, wearing a heavy printed cotton-padded jacket with seams cut out at the corners. He was about eighty years old, with gray hair, an anxious and anxious expression, and he kept making gestures with his hands.

A young man and an old man, with a cafe with a business sign behind them, and the shadow of the setting sun spreading to their feet, the picture is unexpectedly harmonious.

The man's outline is deep, his profile is strong and three-dimensional, he is drawn into three parts, and each stroke is exquisite.

When listening to the old man's speech, he felt a bit gentle and humble for no reason. It is hard to imagine that this kind of humility would appear in Zheng Xingzhou.

"Thank you, young man, thank you."

The old man kept saying thanks and finally met familiar people in a foreign country and felt less cramped.

The old lady didn't speak English and couldn't communicate with other people. She said her grandson was working abroad and wanted to take her over to enjoy the blessing. She said she wanted to go out to buy some fruit for her grandson, but accidentally got lost.

I wanted to ask a passerby, but I couldn't understand what the other person said. I felt awkward and confused. I have lived my whole life and now I am in a great panic.

Her luck was obviously not that good.

The passers-by she met viciously attacked her in a language she didn't understand, looked at her with disgust and contempt, and told her to go back to her country.

The old man stood blankly on the street, looking at the people around him, at a loss.

Until a low and sweet voice sounded, neither light nor heavy, he said.

"I'm Chinese, do you need help?"

The speech is calm and the words are clear and round.

It broke all uneasiness.

The passerby muttered something in English about minding his own business.

"Go away." Zheng Xingzhou spit out one word.

The passerby's expression suddenly changed and he said in English: "What do you mean?!"

"You understand Chinese." Zheng Xingzhou said casually, "Those who don't know would think you don't understand human language."

The passerby was furious and his face was a little ferocious: "Who are you scolding?"

Zheng Xingzhou's voice was suddenly cold, containing a huge sense of oppression.

"I said, get out!"

Passers-by's faces turned blue and white, as if they recognized Zheng Xingzhou's identity, and walked away dejectedly.

Grandma said she was lost and asked how to get to Jinlan Lane.

Zheng Xingzhou narrowed his eyes. He was tall and slender. He raised his hand to show her the way. He was not far away and spoke in great detail.

The old man looked kindly, kept thanking him, and stuffed the still-warm roasted sweet potato into the man's hand, letting him eat it while it was hot.

Zheng Xingzhou did not refuse.

Shi Wei watched for a while, but she didn't want to disturb him.

Even those who are superior will put down their arrogance and airs at a certain moment. There are still many things in Zheng Xingzhou that she doesn't know.

There was orange light and translucent stars in the sky, and the dusk turned into lingering colors, making his outline particularly mysterious. When he leaned over to talk to the old man, there was a slight smile on his lips. He was not the kind of person who was careless.

, carefree, calm and composed.

He felt something and raised his eyes to look at her.

The eyes are very penetrating.

At that moment, Shi Wei actually felt that there was an indescribable tragedy surrounding him.

This was just winter in a foreign country, a similar dusk for many years, the most ordinary sunset, but it became different because of him.

Later, the two people were walking on the way home, with the shadow of the setting sun in winter under their feet, stretching their figures diagonally and entangled together.

Snowflakes were flying in the air, and the hot air turned into white mist, which seemed to freeze into ice on a cold night.

"for you."

Wearing a black coat and walking lazily, he broke the roasted sweet potato in half, gave her a portion, and ate it directly on the street, naturally.

The roasted sweet potato was still steaming, and he took a big bite.

Shi Wei was stunned for a moment before taking it.

"Why, have you never seen anyone eating sweet potatoes?" Zheng Xingzhou was amused by her appearance.

"I've never seen you eat it." Shi Wei replied sincerely, imitating his example and took a bite. The taste was not bad.

He didn't answer, but walked slowly on the road, snowflakes falling on his eyelashes.

Shi Wei raised her hand out of nowhere and wiped off the snow on his eyelashes, as if wiping away all the wind, frost and desolation.

He grabbed her wrist, his eyes stern.

"What are you looking at? I've never seen it before." Shi Wei said harshly and wanted to stop, but was held tighter.
Chapter completed!