Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
The fact is, when people are in an awkward situation, they tend to act very busy, just like I am now. I dare not look at the man in front of me, I just want to make sure my phone is still alive. As long as it is, I will leave this embarrassing place immediately, far away from this man, and I don't even want to take the bus.
I press the power button hard, but the phone remains silent. "Huh? Is it really broken? No way, why am I so unlucky these days?" I widen my eyes, shaking the phone in disbelief, repeating the power-on action, hoping to see the familiar logo on the screen, but there is still no response.
The phone with a black screen: Surprise, surprise! I have really left you. You didn't cherish me as you should have, so don't miss me too much!
I helplessly let my arms hang down, the screen shattered, and the store still offers free repairs. Now it's shut down directly after the fall. I don't know if it's within the range of free repairs. I just bought this phone not long ago. More importantly, the evidence of Lin Haoming's affair is still in the phone. If it can't be fixed, how can I confront Lin Haoming...
I wailed in my heart, and my face was probably dead silent, otherwise I wouldn't have scared the man in front of me. He raised his slender fingers again, gesturing something in front of me, his thick eyebrows slightly furrowed, and the bright dog-like eyes were filled with a hint of urgency.
I have never encountered deaf-mute individuals around me, so naturally I don't understand the meaning of sign language. My expression changed from dead silence to confusion, and then to huge doubt. At this moment, I finally understood what "casting pearls before swine" means, and what "talking to a wall" means. Handsome guy, I really don't know what you're saying.
I don't know what "no" means in sign language. Maybe crossing your arms can also mean refusal. This symbol is universal to all mankind... I crossed my arms and made a big cross, shaking my head like a drum, meaning I don't understand sign language.
The man tightly pursed his lips, a standard dimple faintly appearing on his right cheek, showing the tension and unease of the owner at the moment. He put down his arms, his eyelids drooping slightly, making it hard for me to see his emotions. After a few seconds, his puppy eyes lit up again, a hint of surprise and joy passing over his mouth.
I saw him rummaging through the canvas bag he carried with him, and in the process, I secretly observed his attire. The canvas bag had faded, the casual shoes were the cheapest brand, the clothes and pants were simple in style, and there were no accessories on him, indicating that this person was not good at dressing up... I scanned him silently like a scanner, and finally concluded that this was a man who wasn't very wealthy but could keep himself clean and tidy.
Finally, he found a small notebook and a pen in his bag, quickly wrote something on it, and then handed it to me with a faint smile. Before I could retract my scrutinizing gaze, I suddenly collided with his clear eyes. How could his eyes be so clean, I quietly added in my heart, he is a man with a natural youthful aura.
I took a look at the notebook, and what caught my eye were several vigorous and powerful characters, revealing a different sharpness from his person. "I'm sorry, I am a deaf-mute individual, I can't hear what you're saying, but we can communicate by writing in this notebook. It's my fault for bumping into you, please forgive me, I will take responsibility for all the losses." Before this page, there were many papers that had been written on, it didn't seem like it was his first time using this notebook to communicate with people.
In this digital age, it's really hard for him to carry paper and pen with him. I replied on it, "My phone is broken and turned off, it looks like I need to spend money to get it repaired at the store. Since you bumped into me, you'll have to take responsibility for the repair costs." After writing, I handed the notebook to him and continued to observe his expression, secretly judging whether he was someone who liked to avoid responsibility.
He took the notebook in his hands and quickly scanned the few lines of text. There was no sign of refusal or feigned embarrassment on his face, instead, he appeared calm and resigned. He quickly wrote something in the notebook and then handed it to me, as if afraid that I was in a hurry. "Compensating is what I should do. It was my fault to bump into you. Please leave me your contact information. I will bear all the repair costs."
I furrowed my brow, feeling that there was something off about his words, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. I could understand the meaning, but it felt a bit convoluted to read.
"Don't leave your contact information. There happens to be a store in the nearby business district that sells my brand of phone. Let's go there directly and settle the costs face to face, so there won't be any confusion later on."
After he finished reading, his face clearly showed some discomfort, his dog-like eyes drooped, and the hand holding the pen trembled slightly. Several times he tried to write, but stopped halfway in the air.
I snatched the notebook and wrote forcefully, "What, you want to back out?" He quickly shook his head and made a gesture of "you lead the way," indicating that I should go to the specialty store.
The specialty store was not far from where we were. Along the way, the man silently followed behind me, maintaining a gentlemanly distance that made me feel at ease.
I let out a soft hum and silently calculated in my mind. If the phone really can't be fixed, and all the evidence of Lin Haoming's affair disappears, where should I go from here...
Comment 0 Comment Count