Kitchen Knife Warm ()

Author: Zheng Jun
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Publish Date: 2005-11-01
Features: Warm is an A-type Scorpio, so fate is filled with twists and turns. At midnight, the street was empty, and Warm was sprinting across Panjiayuan Bridge, his heart filled with sorrow. He didn’t know what he was doing, only that he was getting farther and farther from happiness. He didn’t have a car—the car had already been given to Cailao. There were no cars on the street either, because all the drivers had gone to sleep. Finally, a Xiali car appeared, and Warm hurriedly jumped in, telling the driver, "Please drive faster, I’ll give you double the money—it’s a matter of life and death."
"What?" The driver looked at him confusedly. Warm was also confused. Twenty minutes earlier, Cailao had suddenly called him, weeping and telling him she didn’t want to live, then hung up immediately, leaving him no chance to persuade her. At the time, Warm was fast asleep beside Jing, and they had been living together for a month. Warm knew Cailao was probably just trying to scare him, but he was still afraid—just like hearing his own sister threaten suicide in the middle of the night. There was no way; she wasn’t his real sister, but she was like one. Jing rolled out of bed and coldly stared at Warm, saying, "Every woman plays this trick. She’s definitely trying to scare you—this is ridiculous."
"I have to go," Warm said, trying to persuade her, while frantically getting dressed. "What if… what if Cailao, that weakling, really means it? What if she really does something to herself? My whole life would be ruined."
"Don’t go! Now I know where I stand with you—you don’t love me at all. If you dare to leave this door today, you’ll never come back." Jing threatened sharply. Warm turned his back on her and hesitated for half a minute, then took a deep breath and rushed out of the room, tears streaming down his face. Dragging his frail body, he climbed all the way to the 17th floor (what a curse, the elevator was broken), panting heavily as he knocked on the door. He found Cailao lounging on the sofa, watching TV, her head turned back to look at him calmly, still popping sunflower seeds in her mouth. Warm was furious and quickly grabbed the phone to call Jing, but only heard her sobbing in the earpiece—she must have had too much to drink again.
"How are you? I told you she was lying to you. You don’t even have me in your heart. Fine, I’m going to commit suicide too. You’d better come right over and save me."