A Young Woman's Heart

"Okay, I'll be going now if there are no problems!"

"Be careful on the road, buddy!"

……

(two)

The sky was overcast with dark clouds, and the car windows on both sides were opened to the maximum. A refreshing wind blew freely into the car, making Huang Zhengyang's short hair shake violently.

At this time of day, and given the weather, there were significantly fewer cars on the road, so despite the strong wind, the trucks were moving much faster than they had come.

The high beams, which can illuminate the road ahead as brightly as day, are turned on, but even with such bright light, the road ahead cannot be fully illuminated.

He tried adjusting the radio with one hand, but the signal was not good. Although he could barely hear it, the noise mixed in was really giving him a headache.

I simply switched back to the local music mode, and the car's surround sound speakers immediately began playing rhythmic songs.

Although it was all in English and Huang Zhengyang could barely understand it, it didn't matter at all, since he didn't need to understand the lyrics anyway.

"Beep, beep—" the car clock chimed, "It's telling you the time right on time, it's exactly 11 p.m. now."

"Oh right, I also need to call Xiaoxi..." he muttered to himself, picked up the phone, and without even looking at the screen, just touched the buttons to find the most recent call and called Huang Yuxi.

"Beep-beep-"

However, all that came through was a busy tone. After a rather long wait, a female voice, both mechanical and sweet, finally rang out: "Sorry, the number you dialed is temporarily unavailable..."

"Asleep, huh?" Huang Zhengyang couldn't help but smile, as if he could already picture his adorable younger brother lying on the sofa, head tilted to one side, fast asleep.

The TV might not have been turned off, and it might have been replaying movies from DVDs several times a night...

He subconsciously pressed the accelerator harder, as if he could already see the familiar path near his home.

……

(three)

One hundred yuan is enough to drive quite a distance.

This is the outskirts of Hangzhou.

The parking area is actually on the edge of the city, where you can still see streets and find shops.

Unlike here, there is only one winding road with trees lining the middle and farmland on both sides.

The barking of dogs could be heard from afar, seemingly several miles away.

There are no streetlights, only roadside reflectors that occasionally reflect a relatively bright light when a car drives by.

The situation in Hangzhou is calm and peaceful, as if it has not been affected by the typhoon that is about to make landfall.

A bright, clear moon hung high in the sky, casting its light obliquely across the earth, preventing the suburban roads from becoming pitch black.

Zuo Ziya was already quite tired from walking.

At first, she felt exceptionally relaxed walking alone on these suburban roads, as if her soul was no longer bound by her body and could roam freely in this world.

But as time goes on, that initial wonderful enjoyment has long since disappeared without a trace.

From childhood to adulthood, she has rarely walked such a long distance.

She was still wearing high heels, and although the heels weren't very high, walking in them was still quite inconvenient.

The shoes were beautiful, but they were so tight on my feet that I felt like I had blisters on the soles of my feet. Every step I took was painful, just like the little mermaid in the fairy tale who had just gained legs.

She wanted to call Nianlu to pick her up, but her phone was out of battery.

—I was using it as a flashlight, thinking I could get back, I never imagined that after walking so far I would still be on this deserted, remote road.

At the beginning, I didn't feel like I had walked a lot at all.

I do have money, but the problem is that I'm in the middle of nowhere, and there's nowhere to spend it.

Most of the vehicles passing by were large trucks or private cars.

Moreover, because it was late at night, there weren't many cars on the road, and they all sped past, making it impossible to stop them.

As for taxis, not a single one was seen.

My mood, which had been relatively good, was dampened by the long, seemingly endless darkness.

Zuo Ziya finally couldn't walk any further. Bathed in starlight and moonlight, she didn't care how much dust was on the stone bench. She just patted it off perfunctorily and sat down by the farmland.

She wanted to take a short break from reality during her rest.

Even though she knew that sitting idly by wouldn't change anything.

Complaining about life and blaming society?

Those negative emotions weren't too intense.

She had actually seen many people like herself, and in reality, she was living the life that others could only dream of.

You can have anything you want.

But human desires can never be satisfied.

How can you expect to achieve everything you desire?

How many people can live their lives without regrets?

You always have to lose something to gain something; that's the natural price to pay.

She tilted her head slightly, her deep purple hair almost indistinguishable from black in the darkness.

I usually don't feel hungry even if I don't eat at night, but maybe it's because I've been thinking about too many things and walking too much today, I'm starving right now.

She stared at the few foxtail grasses beside her, even wishing they were edible.

The more I think about it, the hungrier I get.

If she saw a noodle shop on the roadside at that moment, even if a bowl of noodles cost a thousand yuan, she would probably pay without hesitation.

Crickets chirped incessantly in the farmland late at night, preventing the pitch-black night from becoming too silent.

……

(four)

Huang Zhengyang yawned several times.

After all, he was working overtime temporarily; normally, he would have already been in bed by now.

One o'clock in the morning.

The distant city was shrouded in tranquility.

From a distance, it seems that not many lights are on; if it were alive, it would be asleep by now.

"Soon..." he muttered to himself, not because he had a habit of talking to himself, but to keep himself alert.

Since there was no one around to talk to, he could only talk to himself.

Or you can hum along to a few lines of the song.

But at this moment, the rhythmic rock music sounded like a lullaby to him.

The truck's headlights were so bright that they could even illuminate the scarecrows stuck in the field to the right.

He saw a jet-black crow pecking at the scarecrow, as if it was planning to gather some straw to build its nest, showing absolutely no fear...

It's also possible that the scarecrow was made too roughly, making it look less like a human.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in the corner of his eye. Half-asleep, he subconsciously slammed on the brakes, instantly waking up completely.

Although the figure was still a short distance from the road, no one could guarantee that she would suddenly cross the road.

Actually, he wouldn't be so nervous if he were particularly clear-headed, but it's precisely because he's in a daze that he has an instinctive tension.

Simply put, it's an overreaction.

The truck was lurching along; thankfully, there was no cargo on board, otherwise the brake pads would probably have been worn down.

Huang Zhengyang stopped the car and glanced at the figures on the roadside.

It was a young woman sitting on a stone bench. Although the car headlights weren't shining directly on her, you could still vaguely make out that she had long purple hair thanks to the extra light.

Even though he looked tired, he still exuded an inexplicable aura of authority.

This is definitely not an ordinary family's daughter.

Driven by a sense of justice instilled in him since childhood, Huang Zhengyang pulled the handbrake, turned off the truck, and jumped out.

"Are you alright?" The clothes she was wearing didn't look cheap, so it was clear that she wouldn't normally be sitting here alone.

Therefore, there must be another reason behind this.

Perhaps, they've encountered some trouble.

It's also possible that he was kidnapped and then escaped on his own?

In that instant, Huang Zhengyang thought of many things, and even considered taking out his phone to call the police for her.

"..." Zuo Ziya glanced at him warily before tentatively asking, "Do you have a cell phone?"

"some."

"Oh……"

"Do you need to contact your family? I'm heading into town now, would you like a ride?"

The night was pitch black, and Huang Zhengyang's skin tone blended somewhat into it.

But his eyes were exceptionally bright, and his cheerful smile made people feel a sense of closeness to him.

Do you deliver goods?

"The truck is empty now. You can sit in the passenger seat or in the back. Haha, what happened to you? Why are you alone in such a remote place?"

"It's nothing." Zuo Ziya didn't want to explain, and it would be too troublesome to explain anyway.

She hesitated, just about to borrow a phone to make a call, when she heard her stomach rumble.

This sound was also exceptionally long.

It even has a slight sustain and echo.

Huang Zhengyang scratched his head, his gaze falling on her stomach before quickly looking away: "Would you like something to eat?"