Chapter Thirty-Eight It's Not Me and It Can't Be Him
Du Bin's cell phone was turned off. After dinner, I locked myself in the room and kept pressing the No. 2 button. The only thing on the phone was the repetitive mechanical female voice: "Hello, the number you dialed has been turned off."
My fingers were slightly numb. I opened the window and looked over. The five-story blue-brick and black-tiled small building was completely dark. I grabbed a pair of slippers and went out. I stood in front of the familiar small building without ringing the doorbell.
He shouted directly upstairs: "Doberman, Doberman!"
Although there was no response, I believed that Du Bin was inside. I chose to stand stubbornly in front of the door and wait. I don’t know how long it took, but the door suddenly opened and a person rushed out. He almost bumped into me. It was Gong Zhu.
Looking at the street lamp, I saw five clear fingerprints on her face. I was stunned and said: "Gong Zhu..."
Gong Zhu looked at me fiercely, and the blood redness in her eyes was heart-stopping. She pushed me away and staggered away. I walked in the door and looked for Du Bin in the darkness: "Du Bin,
Where are you?"
On the third floor, the door of Dupin's room was open. As soon as I put my hand on the wall, his voice sounded: "Don't turn on the light."
I walked along the sound, and the moonlight and lights outside the window came in. He was sitting on the floor like a child, with his hands on his knees and his head weakly leaning against the wall. I had never seen him like this before.
What about Dupin, who is decisive in attacking the financial world?
"Du Bin, Gong Zhu just left, what happened to you?"
"You still care about me in the name of a friend, right?"
"We are friends and that will never change. Doberman, what happened?"
"You fell in love with Fenghuang."
I remained silent. My silence irritated Du Bin, who suddenly jumped up from the floor: "Ruolan, if it weren't for me, and it couldn't be Fenghuang, he would kill you!"
Du Bin's breathing was rapid and he quickly changed the subject: "Gong Zhu is right, you rejected my proposal because you fell in love with another man."
"Did you hit her because of this?" I thought of the palm prints on Gong Zhu's face and couldn't help scolding: "Du Bin, she is a woman who loves you madly. You can't be nice to her, at least you can't hurt her."
Perhaps I was too excited and felt top-heavy. Dubin's voice was far away from me. I listened in a daze, but the sounds seemed to have been processed by special effects. They were stretched, making strange sounds, filling the air.
The sound in my ears made me feel upset, and my body fell softly into Du Bin's arms, completely lost in the darkness...
When I woke up again, I was already in a familiar room. The sun was shining outside the window. My slippers were neatly placed in front of the bed, as if I had never been out. My grandpa opened the door and came in: "Are you awake? Let's pack up and have breakfast. It's really cool."
It’s hard for Dupin.”
"Did Dupin send me back?"
"Yes, you are serious. You know you can't drink, so why are you still so brave?" A strange smell came from the kitchen: "I made hangover soup, come and drink it quickly."
As I drank the sobering soup, my mind was filled with the scenes from last night. As expected of Du Bin, he used his drunkenness to cover up the past for me, "Ruolan, if it wasn't me, and it couldn't be Fenghuang, he would kill you!"
My hand shook and the hangover soup spilled out. Grandpa took a rag and wiped it: "Oh, what's happened to you recently? You always seem to be distracted. Is this job too tiring?"
"It's okay, grandpa." I put down the bowl and said, "I'm going to work."