Maybe she was seeing things?
Xiao Qin saw Wei Yun's face clearly and exclaimed repeatedly, "Damn, this guy is really handsome... Is that even a human face? God is so unfair sometimes, making me look so plain."
Su Baixue quickly said, "Not plain at all. Xiao Qin, you're a very nice person."
"No, no, I don't want a nice-guy card." Xiao Qin scratched his head. "But compared to this guy on the ground, girls would definitely pick him."
Su Baixue thought for a moment and gave a serious suggestion: "Eat less takeout, and your acne will clear up. Xiao Qin, you'll definitely be very popular."
"Ah, I can't give that up. My mom's cooking is terrible." Xiao Qin laughed. "Actually, I didn't want to come today, but my mom said I used to live here too. They're all old acquaintances, so I should be helpful."
"Master Qin used to live here too?"
"Yeah, your grandma is Grandma Su, right. It was a long time ago, before Grandma Su was paralyzed. By the way, last time my dad came back, he mentioned that your grandma used to hold me when I was a baby, not long after I was born."
"Grandma held you?" Su Baixue felt much closer to him upon hearing that.
"Yeah." Xiao Qin unzipped Wei Yun's down jacket to check his wounds. Seeing he was wearing a black shirt underneath, bloodstains made it impossible to tell where he was injured. He muttered to himself.
Wearing a white down jacket in this weather—was it not dirty enough already?
People near the old neighborhood were poor; few wore white clothes because they got dirty easily and were hard to wash.
This guy probably wasn't from around here.
"This guy looks kind of familiar," Xiao Qin said.
"He looks like that big star, Wei Yun," Su Baixue replied.
"Right, right!" Xiao Qin leaned in for a closer look. "But a big star wouldn't come to our neighborhood. Maybe he just looks like him. Oh, he's injured on the left side of his stomach. That's where the bleeding is."
Xiao Qin didn't know how serious the wound was, but seeing the blood on the ground, he said worriedly, "If he keeps bleeding like this, it won't be good."
"The ambulance hasn't come yet..." Su Baixue started worrying too.
"Come on, let's move him into the stairwell," Xiao Qin said.
"Okay."
Just as they moved him into the stairwell, Grandma Li, who had been waiting upstairs and not seeing Su Baixue return, came down to look for her.
Seeing Wei Yun covered in blood in the stairwell, she demanded an explanation.
After hearing the story, Li Guizhi went upstairs to get a blanket, a hot water bottle, and a bottle of hot water. Seeing that Wei Yun had a high fever, she felt very sorry for him.
"Whose child is this? Poor thing. Out in this weather and ending up like this. His parents must be so worried. Does he have any ID on him?"
"Nothing. Not even a phone," said Xiao Qin. "Maybe he was robbed. The injury on his stomach looks like a knife wound, right?"
Su Baixue said softly, "It wasn't a robbery. He has a wallet with two thousand yuan and two cards, but no ID."
"How strange."
The three discussed Wei Yun's identity.
Although they all thought he looked like the star, a quick online search showed that the star named Wei Yun was clearly in a neighboring city. If a celebrity like that had an accident, there would be news about it, right?
But there was nothing.
So they all agreed that he probably just resembled the star.
"Did you call the police?" Grandma Li asked.
"Ah, no!" Xiao Qin exclaimed and quickly ran to make the call.
Grandma Li, having watched many TV dramas, couldn't help gossiping: "Baixue, what if this guy is that star's twin brother? Maybe they were switched at birth, or their parents divorced..."
Su Baixue: "..."
Finally, the ambulance arrived.
"What an eventful night," Li Guizhi sighed, seeing the ambulance again within just a few hours.
"Why isn't your grandma back yet..."
*
In the dark alley, Su Cui couldn't figure out how the assassin security guard was following her. It felt like a persistent ghost. She didn't know the way and had thought about hiding for a while before hailing a taxi to go home.
But every time she hid in the shadows, she was discovered. It was better to just keep running.
Such a skilled assassin at finding clues.
After hiding for a while, Su Cui felt uneasy about going straight home. With that relentless attitude, it was like a cat playing with a mouse.
Su Cui got annoyed.
If he could find her, she might as well stop hiding. She walked to a dark street corner next to a building, pretended to be tired, and sat on the ground to wipe her sweat.
The ground was already covered with a layer of snow.
Sitting wasn't comfortable.
Su Cui fished through her pockets and found a disposable mask she had brought to block the wind, still crumpled in her down jacket pocket.
She took out the mask, rubbed her hands together, and exhaled a white breath.
So cold.