The Moonlight Never Falls

Part 2

05

I stiffly called a colleague.

The elevator restarted, and I stood in the cramped space with Yang Jing Zhi.

"Do you always finish work this late?"

He asked indifferently.

"Only after the guests leave can we go."

"Is the salary here high?"

"It's okay."

I lowered my head, pressing down the brim of the hat on my face.

It seemed Yang Jing Zhi hadn't recognized me, he chatted casually for a while, then looked at his watch: "This elevator is really slow, my girlfriend is probably getting anxious, she's very clingy and loves to act cute."

I was stunned, realizing he was talking about Xu Wan Xing.

"And you? So late from work, doesn't your boyfriend come to pick you up?"

"I live close by."

The elevator arrived.

The door opened, and I quickly ran out.

Yang Jing Zhi, who had been calm for several minutes, finally erupted in anger at this moment.

"Why run?"

"Where can you run to? Yu Ming."

"Disappear, vanish, is that fun?"

06

Yang Jing Zhi pressed closer step by step.

He was still the boy I remembered, just the greenness had faded, becoming more mature and restrained.

"Cancelling your WeChat, changing your phone number, even the teachers couldn't find you, Yu Ming, you're really something."

I slowly raised my head, meeting his gaze.

"You should have... used your connections to investigate, right? My family went bankrupt, my dad got into financial disputes, and still hasn't paid off the debts..."

"Why didn't you tell me then?"

I was speechless.

"Because you couldn't let go of your pride, Miss Yu?"

"No—"

Before I could finish, Xu Wan Xing walked over.

"Hey? Yu Ming! It really is you!"

She was even prettier than during college, with every strand of hair perfectly in place.

"Long time no see, everyone in class has been looking for you, where have you been these four years?"

"I went to the south."

"No wonder," Xu Wan Xing looked at my clothes, surprised, "Yu Ming, isn't that the down jacket you bought in your junior year? It's all worn out now, why are you still wearing it?"

I used to buy clothes, wear them for the first year, and then throw them away.

Her question was meant to embarrass me.

But I was already numb.

"It's not broken, it can still be worn."

Xu Wan Xing understood: "Are you having financial difficulties now? You should have said earlier, we old classmates can help you."

She pulled out a card.

"Take it, don't need to pay it back."

"Thank you, but no need."

I looked at her, then at Yang Jing Zhi, and quietly smiled.

"I'm getting married soon, remember to come."

The moment I finished, Yang Jing Zhi was completely stunned.

07

A waitress of the karaoke is just my part-time job, I still have work during the day.

On Monday, a client came to the company.

Colleagues were gossiping: "I heard this client is a genius, he initially created this system to find someone."

"Huh? Find who?"

"Ex-girlfriend maybe."

My eyelids twitched, a bad feeling looming.

"Did he find her?"

"I don't know, the system isn't finished yet, many big shots have invested a lot of money, it has huge potential. That's why our boss also wants to cooperate."

I organized the documents.

At the reception room door, Yang Jing Zhi's voice came out.

"Regarding cooperation, I need to consider it further."

I pushed the door in and placed the documents on the table.

Yang Jing Zhi's gaze was intense: "What are you doing here?"

"Working."

This is my main job.

The boss curiously asked, "Little Yu, you know Mr. Yang?"

I thought for a moment, then answered: " We've met before."

"Just met?" Yang Jing Zhi got angry again.

Don't know what he's angry about, wasn't it him who walked away without looking back on the day we broke up?

He pointed at me: "Mr. Li, I can sign the contract, on the condition that you transfer Yu Ming to be my assistant."

The boss immediately agreed, not even giving me a chance to object.

They talked all day.

In the evening, I picked up my bag and left work on time.

Yang Jing Zhi stopped me: "Where are you going? I didn't let you leave."

"Mr. Yang, I can't work overtime today, I have other things to do."

"What is it?"

"I'm going to deliver takeout."

Yang Jing Zhi looked at me incredulously.

08

I used to be so delicate that I never touched takeout.

During the four years of university, Yang Jing Zhi would go do takeout deliveries after class.

His dinner was often just a box of food provided by the takeout company.

Once I went to find him.

In a cramped room, he and a group of riders were huddled together, digging into the boxes of rice.

I said, "Yang Jing Zhi, how can you eat this? It's not clean."

His expression was very uncomfortable: "Clean or not, does it matter?"

"Come on, accompany me to eat steak."

I pulled him to a newly opened Western restaurant, the average cost per person was over five hundred.

He stood at the restaurant door for a long time, silently taking off his takeout uniform.

After my family's financial downfall, I finally understood his emotions that day.

Just like today.

It started snowing.

The ground was slippery, I fell, and the meals scattered.

I called the customer to explain, but was scolded terribly.

The customer said, don't make excuses, being late is being late.

My scraped palm hurt to the bone in the cold winter, but I couldn't care less, kept apologizing.

Yang Jing Zhi suddenly appeared, helping me up with my bike.

I don't know when he came, how long he watched.

I instinctively hid my hands behind my back.

"Don't hide," his voice was hoarse, his eyes very red, "go wash it quickly."

"I need to deliver the meal first."

"Get in the car, I'll take you there."

The customer lived on the first floor, I delivered the meal, the person muttered, "Damn, even people driving Porsches do takeout?"

I still had another order to take.

Yang Jing Zhi said, "Don't deliver anymore."

"I can't, I've earned too little tonight."

"Then I'll buy it."

"What?"

Ding-dong, the system automatically accepted the order he assigned.

"I'm buying your time tonight."