Unfinished movie

  This time I didn't throw the card in his face for dignity, I put it in my bag, zipped it up, lowered my head and said thank you boss with a bow, turned around and walked out. What's the point of going back to those past things and figuring out who was right or wrong?

  I hadn't walked a few steps when Song Mu Zhi called out to me from behind, "Little Wen". I turned around and looked at him. He had one hand leaning on the door frame and the other hand in his pocket. I looked into his eyes and asked, "Is there something else?"

  He shook his head and said nothing. I met his eyes, "Song Qiao, I don't blame you. Neither of us is at fault between us. Even if there really was a mistake, we've already evened the score."

  I know Song Qiao, not Song Muzhi, so I need to make those things clear with Song Qiao.

  Song Mu-zhi leaned against the door frame and said to me, "Why don't you leave at 7 o'clock? I'll have the driver take you back. It's not convenient to hitch a ride here." I nodded in agreement. I didn't understand why I still wanted to go back inside, or why I still wanted to stay in the same room as Song Mu-zhi.

  Actually, we didn't do anything out of the ordinary. Those old romantic scenes wouldn't happen again. He turned on the TV and I snuggled up on the couch to watch it. There was nothing good on at this time, so I asked him if he could play a movie. He said he didn't know, telling me that the house belonged to his cousin.

  I ran down to the TV room with him to search for the disc. As soon as I opened the drawer, I saw all sorts of adult videos, most of which were starring Sora Aoi. It seems his younger cousin especially loves Sora Aoi.

  There was a bit of awkwardness, and I couldn't help but sneak a peek at Song Mu-zhi, whose face had turned bright red. To be honest, when Song Mu-zhi and I were together, neither of us could be said to have taken advantage of the other, because his first partner for holding hands, hugging, kissing, and rolling in the sheets was also me.

  I pretended to continue searching casually and finally found an anti-Japanese movie. I handed it over to Song Mu-zhi and asked him to play this one.

  I sat on one end of the sofa with Song Mu, watching the intense battle scenes flashing across the screen. I think the director is an idiot, or else the Japanese had slept with his wife or mother. The Japanese soldiers in the movie were like idiots, so weak that it was unbearable to watch - thousands of them couldn't even take down one person, and their officers just slapped them around and scolded them!

  I couldn't help but take a glance at Song Mu-zhi, who was almost buried in the sofa, his eyes already closed, apparently lulled to sleep by the movie.

  He always falls asleep after watching a movie. When this idea popped into my head, I was stunned.

  In the past, Song Mu Zhi and I were no different from his little girlfriend. Occasionally, we would take advantage of the holidays to go watch movies. The girl's family liked to watch silly romance films, and Song Mu Zhi couldn't resist me. Every time, I would watch the movie while he went in to sleep, and then after coming out, I would drag him to discuss the plot, but he was always clueless.

  I shifted my gaze from him to the screen, then walked over and turned off the TV. I pulled out a blanket from the cabinet beside the sofa and covered Song Mu-zhi with it.

  He didn't wake up to hold my hand, and I didn't wait for him to wake up. Before seven o'clock, I left. He and I were like that unfinished movie, the ending of which we already knew.

  Song Mu-zhi was right, this place is all rich districts, everyone has a private car, I walked a long way before hailing a taxi. I went to the bank and checked the money on my card, one million, not a cent less, I transferred the money to my own bank account, only when the money is really in hand will I feel safe, thinking that the money belongs to me.