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Today is the Nth Miai.
I've decided to put an end to this never-ending Miai!
Just over a year after graduating from college, I feel like I've been through a lot on this Miai journey.
The reason I am so miserable is because of a fortune-telling prediction by a Taoist priest two years ago: "If you don't get married before the age of 25, you may end up living a lonely life in this lifetime." This absurd reason, combined with my superstitious mother, has led me to this endless stream of Miai s.
"Ling Xiaomeng, have you arrived yet?" My mother's voice roared through the phone.
After working overtime at the company, I hurried to the agreed place. It was an outdoor café with a lot of atmosphere.
"Let’s Coffee, Table 6."
I repeated the table number my mom had sent me, standing at the door looking for my Miai today.
From a distance, I could see the man sitting at table 6. He had long hair tied in a bun, and was wearing a white cotton shirt that contrasted sharply with his black hair.
Ha, what a unique style! I wonder what kind of weirdo this Miai will be this time?
Yao Yao once joked that with my rich experience in Miai s, I could write a book called "The Weird Miai Journey of Those Years."
With determination, I took three quick steps and politely greeted him, "Sorry for being late."
He was originally reading a book with his head down, a string of glossy beads on his wrist giving him a somewhat refined appearance.
My voice interrupted his interest, and he looked up in surprise, reve Ye Ling a handsome face with attractive features, yet devoid of any impatience in his eyes.
I have never seen such a gentle man before. I was in a hurry, but now I have instantly calmed down. I carefully put down my bag and, without waiting for him to speak, explained, "Sorry to keep you waiting. I had to work overtime at the company today." He looked visibly surprised and asked, "Who are you?"
"Oh, I'm the one Aunt Zhang introduced to you for the Miai, Ling Xiaomeng."
" Miai?"
After a moment of astonishment, he smiled gently, and the mild sunlight reflected on his fair face, creating a soft and gentle effect of light and shadow.
He looked bewildered, and I was also confused for a moment. Aren't we both being pressured by our families to go on Miai s? No need for that expression, we all understand, right?
Aunt Zhang said he's also being urgently pushed by his family, has met countless people, but hasn't found the right one.
We can sympathize with each other. I agreed to meet him just thinking that maybe we could come to a mutual understanding.
"Okay, since he's not good at speaking up, I'll do it. After ordering a cup of coffee, I decided to get straight to the point. 'Shall we get straight to the point?'"
"Um?" He just leaned back on the sofa, looking at me meaningfully, as if waiting for me to continue. I cleared my throat, "My name is Ling Xiaomeng, 24 years old, a landscape designer, Scorpio, blood type O... To be honest, I've been on Miai s N times, exhausted. Currently, I urgently need a boyfriend to reassure my mom."
"Don't worry, we'll just pretend to be boyfriend and girlfriend, it's not real. I know your family is pressuring you too, so I want to work with you. You can refuse, but please don't tell Aunt Zhang."
I blurted out the words from the bottom of my heart like pouring out beans, and suddenly felt refreshed.
He didn't interrupt me, patiently listened to my words. He didn't have any reaction at all?
I only heard his gentle voice saying to me, "Ms. Ling, I'm sorry, I can't promise you." His slender fingers glided over the book on the table, picked up the white cup, and took a sip. He's so calm! Shouldn't he agree right away?
This is not normal!
"I..."
I was suddenly speechless, awkwardly explaining, "I know this is a bit too much, especially since it's our first meeting. But I was also forced to do this, my mom is just too difficult to deal with..."
The conversation wasn't finished when my mom called. I shrugged helplessly at him, as if to say, "See?"
My mom sounded very angry on the phone: "Ling Xiaomeng, you little liar, did you deceive me again? He couldn't wait and has already left. Such a good boy, and you missed him like this. Let me tell you, your cousin Du Fei even brought her boyfriend home. Your second aunt is showing off in front of me. Can you give me some face, okay..."
I didn't hear what my mom said after that. I just held my phone, looking bewildered at the person in front of me.
My mom said that someone couldn't wait and left, so who is the person across from me?
He definitely heard the entire phone conversation and pretended like nothing happened, not even a change in expression.
Oh god, I'm so embarrassed. I just said so much nonsense to him earlier.
Did you actually mistake your Miai partner?
I stammered, "Um, I, I..."
In my heart, I thought: I clearly came over after looking at table number 6.
"This is table number 9, Ms. Ling," he saw through my thoughts and pointed to the number at the corner of the table. I took a closer look and indeed, I had misread it. From my perspective, it looked like a 6, but in reality, it was a 9, which caused this misunderstanding.
I put my hand to my forehead, wishing I could find a hole to crawl into. No wonder he looked like that when I mentioned the Miai. "Sorry. I mistook you for someone else." "Yeah, I know."
Short and gentle four words, made me feel a little annoyed instantly. When I introduced myself, he knew I had mistaken him for someone else!
Was he doing it on purpose? Even a man who looks extremely gentle on the surface would play a prank?
"You mean the person at table 6? He left when you arrived."
Ah? I missed my Miai so perfectly.
I smiled helplessly, "Oh well, let's just go."
I have had countless experiences with Miai s, so what's a little setback like this?
His eyes are really gentle, and even his tone is gentle.
Suddenly he asked me, "Miss Ling just said, has your mother ever read your fortune for you?"
My face suddenly turned red, and I stuttered, "Yes, two years ago my mom... sigh, it's all because of the Taoist at Qingyun Temple, cheating for money, talking nonsense."
He was stunned for a moment and asked me, "Qingyun Temple?"
I gritted my teeth, "Yes, it's the Qingyun Temple on Lingya Mountain."
If it weren't for the fortune-telling Taoist saying so, how could I be running around on Miai s every day!
He laughed inexplicably when I said that. Did I say something funny?
But he looks good when he laughs, like a warm spring breeze.
He played with the beads in his hand and asked me, "Do you believe in fortune-telling too?"
"I shook my head, 'Of course I don't believe. I'm an atheist, but my mom does.'
'Actually, you can go to Qingyun Temple and try it out for yourself,' he suggested earnestly, but for me, it was definitely adding insult to injury. Two years ago, my mom dragged me there, and who knew things would turn out that way.
I leaned back on the sofa and let out a long sigh, 'Ah! Today was a waste of time.'"
I waved my hand, grabbed my bag, and said, "I'll treat you to coffee as an apology for mistaking you for someone else. Sorry for the trouble." Can I stay here for long? I need to leave quickly. He wanted to say something, but I didn't give him the chance and went straight to the cashier.
"Table 9, the bill please."
"Hello, someone has already paid."
"......."
I turned my head in surprise to look at him. When did he pay the bill? How could I let him pay the bill?
He responded with a smile, burying his head and continuing to flip through the book.
I stood there in a daze. He is really a strange person.
This is the first time I've had a Miai without even seeing the person first.
As I left the coffee shop, I glanced back and saw him. Under the glass window, the sunlight enveloped him, and suddenly it all became clear. The white shirt and the sunlight seemed to blend seamlessly, I couldn't tell if the sunlight was reflecting on him, or if he was infused with sunlight.
The time is quiet, and his indifference is out of place in this noisy world.
Oh! Today has been a day full of unexpected events.
I thought that we might never meet again. But then...
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