The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie-Chapter 78 - : 078: Wear Pink on a Date (First Update)

Chapter 78: 078: Wear Pink on a Date (First Update)

“I’m off to work,” she told Shuangjiang, “goodbye.”

Then she headed out to work as usual, wearing her face mask and hat securely and wrapped in a black down jacket from head to foot. The only difference today was that she wore a pink hoodie under her down jacket.

As soon as she stepped downstairs, someone called out to her.

“Xu Fang.”

The voice sounded very familiar.

It was the new security guard, an old man who was very enthusiastic. He hadn’t been around long but had already become friendly with everyone in the community, including Zhou Xufang, whose reputation had always been rather poor in the community. Every time she passed by, he greeted her.

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Everyone in the community called him Mr. Fang.

Zhou Xufang politely greeted him back, “Hello, uncle.”

Mr. Fang always looked at her with affection, “Are you going on a date?”

It was the first time he had seen her wear pink; she looked as pretty as his own daughter.

Hearing this, Zhou Xufang immediately shook her head seriously, “No, it’s not a date.” Her face flushed as she explained seriously, “I’m going to work.”

Oh, she’s shy.

Mr. Fang, as someone who had been through it all, didn’t spell it out. He took out a row of AD calcium milk bottles warmed from his greatcoat and handed them to Zhou Xufang, “Take this, drink it on the way.”

Zhou Xufang was surprisingly flattered and hesitated for a while before accepting them, hurriedly saying, “Thank you.”

Mr. Fang chuckled in an aunty-like manner and waved her off, “Go on, take care on the road.”

She said ‘goodbye’ and then walked out of the community with a row of AD calcium milk. When she passed the community supermarket, she gave two bottles to Wen Baiyang.

When she arrived at the film set, it was just one o’clock in the afternoon, still early.

Zhou Xufang had good eyesight and good hearing; from afar, she saw the noisy perimeter of the set, and at the corner, a man crouched, wearing just a white shirt on such a cold day, his back straight as a rod.

In the corner, a mixed-breed puppy shivered, very small and extremely skinny, its fur tangled into clumps.

Its front leg was still bleeding.

The man’s hands were clean and pale, pressing on the puppy’s wound, soft-spokenly he asked it, “Were you beaten by someone again?”

Perhaps it was in pain, the puppy whimpered a few times.

He dirtied his hand but didn’t mind, taking off the handkerchief from his shirt pocket, gently wrapped it around the puppy’s injured leg.

His movements were gentle and slow.

This stray dog was very obedient, neither moving nor barking, allowing him to bandage it.

After he had bandaged the wound, the man used his blood-stained palm to caress the dirty head of the puppy, advising it, “Don’t go stealing food anymore, come to me if you’re hungry.”

Zhou Xufang had seen this dog once before, not knowing where this stray came from. It occasionally ran to the set but often provoked the set’s crew who would then chase it while yelling.

Zhou Xufang continued towards the set when the man turned around, his gaze colliding with hers.

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He was Jiang Zhi’s aunt’s boyfriend, Zhou Xufang recognized him.

She was wearing a mask and a hat, and he clearly didn’t recognize her, greeting her with a gentle and polite smile, “Are you here for an autograph?”

He thought she was a fan.

In fact, Zhou Xufang had seen Xiao Linsu several times on the set, though she was always crouching in inconspicuous corners, unnoticed by Xiao Linsu.

In her impression, Linsu was a gentle and kind person to everyone.

Seeing her not speaking, Xiao Linsu asked her, “Do you have any paper?”

Zhou Xufang shook her head.

He thought for a very short moment, then took out a cigarette box, which had only one cigarette left. He took out the cigarette, placed it in his mouth, then pulled out a pen from his shirt pocket, signed his name on the cigarette box, and handed it to Zhou Xufang with a smile.

Since he had touched the dog’s wound, there was blood on his palm, which stained both the pen and the cigarette box.

Zhou Xufang was about to explain that she wasn’t a fan when someone behind her called out.

“Xu Fang!”

It was Fang Lixiang, hanging around the entrance of the set urging her, “Hurry up, I bought soup dumplings.”

Zhou Xufang didn’t explain, took the cigarette box, thanked him, and entered the set, where Fang Lixiang was chattering nonstop.

Zhou Xufang couldn’t help but look back, seeing Xiao Linsu returning to the spot.

He squatted down, smoked for a while, then put out his cigarette. He looked at the dog, gently asking, “Does it hurt a lot?”

The puppy softly whined at him.

He reached out his hand to its head, gently rubbing with a natural and practiced motion, as if he had done this thousands of times.

He asked the dog, that clearly didn’t understand human speech, “Do you want to come with me?”

It barked once in response.

He smiled, tossed the cigarette butt, picked up the dog—its injured leg bled onto him.

Zhou Xufang recognized the shirt; Xiao Linsu was the male lead in “Wilderness” and that shirt was his costume. She thought, perhaps the dog had come to the set looking for him; others might yell at it, but it still came.

“Xu Fang.”

Fang Lixiang waved her hand in front of Zhou Xufang.

Zhou Xufang diverted her gaze, asking her, “Lixiang, do you know Xiao Linsu well?”

Fang Lixiang glanced toward the crowd, saw the manager was not around, quickly stuffed the soup dumplings hidden in her coat into her mouth, and mumbled unclearly, “Can’t say I know him well, but I really liked him when he first started out.” Speaking of her idol, she seemed melancholic, “He was only eighteen then, a very warm person.”

“And now?” Zhou Xufang felt he wasn’t a bad person, although she had seen him pulling and tugging with his manager in the parking lot.

Fang Lixiang thought for a moment, “Quite melancholic.” Asked Zhou Xufang, “What’s up?”

Zhou Xufang shook her head.

She just felt that him squatting there, with the abandoned, yelled-at stray dog, was very similar.

They didn’t mention Xiao Linsu anymore. Fang Lixiang was surprised to find something, “You’re actually wearing pink today.”

Although Zhou Xufang was young, she dressed and behaved like someone cut off from the world, an old cadre; her clothes were always black.

Fang Lixiang found it a bit subtle, “This is the first time I’ve seen you wear pink.”

Zhou Xufang didn’t speak, silently zipped up her down jacket, covering the pink hoodie inside.

Then, someone suddenly called her.

“Zhou Xufang.”