Mecha Star Wars

John Woo was smoking on the rooftop. When he heard footsteps behind him, he turned around and saw that it was Lin Fan. He quickly threw the cigarette under his feet and stamped it out.

"How did you come?"

"Coming to find you." Lin Fan was a little surprised to see John Woo smoking.

She had never seen John Woo smoking, and she had never even smelled smoke on him, and she thought he didn't smoke.

But think about it, no one around her seems to smoke except the director.

The director would always turn on the ventilation fan every time he saw her in the office, and he had never smoked in front of her.

So, it’s everyone’s consideration, right?

Lin Fan walked next to John Woo, leaning against the concrete fence with his back, looking at the cigarette holder on the ground, and suddenly said something out of nowhere. "Is there any cigarette?"

John Woo raised his eyebrows. Seeing that Lin Fan was not joking, he took out a cigarette from his pocket and shook out one.

Lin Fan took it out casually, lit it with the lighter that John Woo held out, and took a deep breath.

"Cough cough cough..."

John Woo quickly patted her back.

Lin Fan coughed for a while and finally stood up straight. He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and said, "You are smoking too hard."

John Woo said Yan's name and looked at her curiously.

Lin Fan's smoking posture showed that he was not an old smoker, but he was also not a newbie smoking for the first time.

Her fingers holding the cigarette didn't have any fancy movements, unlike some women who smoke. She looked graceful, attractive, and not rude.

It's that very natural and comfortable posture.

"You didn't expect me to smoke?" Lin Fan glanced at him and faced outside the building.

The greenery around the medical department is also very good. Even in winter, you can see a lot of greenery. It's just that the light is not good at night, so you can only see high and low black shadows.

"Well," John Woo followed her and turned around, "It's not written in the information. I only know that you hate the smell of cigarettes."

The smoke was blown by the wind and passed over Wu Yusen's face. He smelled the familiar smell of smoke, but it was not spit out from his own mouth, which felt a little strange.

He dug into his pocket, took out a candy, and threw it into his mouth.

Lin Fan thought he would also light one and make friends with him. Seeing him taking out the candy he often gave me, I drooped my eyelids and looked at the tree in the distance.

"I hate the smell of cigarettes." She took another puff, held it gently in her mouth for a while, and then spit it out.

"When I was young, my dad always liked to smoke. He would always come to our house with his business friends, drink and smoke." She recalled lightly, "I didn't like the smell and found it very choking, but I was curious about them. Being so happy, is this some delicacy in the world?"

John Woo didn't expect that Lin Fan would suddenly talk to him about the past.

The two of them always interacted freely, doing whatever was comfortable for them, and they often talked about trivial matters in life, but Lin Fan had never mentioned similar topics to him.

Her past seems to have been locked in her heart. Except for cooperating with Jin Sichen during treatment, she never seems to take the initiative to mention it to others.

Now, Lin Fan has opened his heart to him. No matter what the reason is, John Woo is always happy.

"So you just want to try this worldly delicacy?" He looked at Lin Fan with a faint smile.

There was no obvious expression on her face, neither sadness nor happiness.

A bit like an ugly woman.

"Not at the beginning." Lin Fan watched the fire from the cigarette butt burn down little by little, "After I went to college, a classmate in the dormitory kept smoking ladies' cigarettes, and she looked very pretty. At that time, I was really curious. What kind of feeling makes men and women flock to it. So I also tried smoking and drinking."

"How do you feel?" John Woo knew that Lin Fan was sensitive to alcohol and never drank, so smoking was naturally just a shallow attempt.

"It's not that good, it's extremely uncomfortable." Lin Fan smiled, flicked the ashes from his cigarette, and took a deep breath. "I don't understand why so many people like to smoke and drink. It's obviously not comfortable."

Lin Fan would get dizzy after drinking alcohol, and even if it was just a drink mixed with a little alcohol, she would feel uncomfortable after drinking it.

Her mouth was bitter, her head was still dizzy, and she was as sluggish as a fool. She never drank again.

"On the contrary, I smoked. Although my mouth was full of bitterness and it was choking, the girls in the dormitory said that it was always like this in the beginning. It would be better if I smoked more. So I insisted on smoking... maybe one, but I didn't think it was anything. I was happy, but I felt as if I was masochistically unhappy. I never smoked again."

John Woo pursed his lips and smiled.

It turns out that it is indeed something Lin Fan can do.

The reason why there is no record is because the time is too short and it has not become a habit.

"It's because your taste buds are too sensitive and you are too picky about taste." John Woo replied, "So you like to eat sweet things and don't like bitter things."

"Really?" Lin Fan sneered, "My mother also said that I couldn't endure hardship since I was a child, and I definitely won't be able to endure hardship when I grow up."

John Woo turned to look at her.

If Lin Fan can't endure hardship, then there won't be many people in the world who can endure hardship.

"I always thought that I didn't like hardship because I felt bitter in my heart when I was a child." Lin Fan continued to say lightly, "When I was a child, I seemed to lack everything, so I felt very poor."

Lin Fan's family conditions were pretty good when he was a child. At least Lin's mother couldn't starve her children.

John Woo knew that she was talking about psychological feelings, so he didn't say anything and listened silently.

"So I cherish the things I own very much." Lin Fan added, "Didn't Wang Fengfeng always laugh at me for picking at it? In fact, I don't care about the value of those things, I just..."

"Just seeing those things, I think of the memories that come with them, when I got them, and what happened at that time. Those are the things that I find difficult to let go of."

Wu Yusen thought of the huge salary Lin Fan had just donated, and knew that what she said was true.

He had never thought about the reason for Lin Fan's nostalgia from this perspective, he only thought that she was diligent and frugal.

"So, many times, I am afraid of losing." Lin Fan whispered, "If I am destined to lose, then I would rather never get it."

John Woo can understand her thoughts. To a certain extent, they are the same kind of person.

"Before you came to find me, I rescued a little stray. After I saw it, I couldn't let it go. I spent a lot of energy to save it, but in the end it died..." Lin Fan shook off the ashes of his cigarette and put it to his mouth, " So later on, I didn’t want to go out because I didn’t want to encounter something like this again.”

John Woo knew about this, but he also knew that Lin Fan was not talking about the little stray.

"Last year during the Chinese New Year, I went back to that grove and all the stray cats in it were gone. I was actually quite sad at the time, and I thought it was good." She blew out a puff of smoke and continued, "Grandma Pei said that the kittens were all there. I actually wanted to visit her home, but I still didn’t go.”

"I try to downplay the contact with my family. As long as it is not close, the relationship will seem to fade. If that day comes, I won't be too sad."

"I didn't expect that Gro would appear, and that someone as powerful as Song Ren would fall...I feel sad intellectually, but I don't have much emotion in my heart." Lin Fan glanced at the thin bracelet on his wrist. "I happened to see you smoking, so I wanted to make myself feel sad."

After she finished speaking, she took another puff of cigarette, choking herself and coughing again.

John Woo understood. Her negative emotions were sucked away by the bracelet. Her reason and emotions were severely separated, and she needed to vent.

He patted her back gently, "So you are sad now, do you feel better?"

Lin Fan smiled with tears in his eyes: "Not really."

Upon hearing this, John Woo took away her cigarette and flicked it to the side, "Then don't smoke."

Lin Fan did not resist and allowed him to move. Turning around, he put his arms on the fence and looked up at the sky.

"You know what? I can't cope with the emotions caused by losing you. Neither Song Ren, nor you, nor anyone else I know, I can bear." Her voice was very soft, which made people feel distressed. "If I have a choice, I hope to die in front of you."

"Don't talk nonsense." John Woo hugged him and put Lin Fan's head in his arms. "You are a person with the ability to heal yourself. How can you die?"

Lin Fan leaned against his shoulder and closed his eyes.

Yes, it would be difficult for her to die, so she would most likely have to watch them leave one by one.

"It would be nice if I had never met Song Ren. Whether he lives or dies, I won't be sad..."

"Don't think about it, we will all be fine, ah~" John Woo patted her back as if coaxing a child, "Isn't the living water coming soon? Song Ren will be fine."

"Yeah." Lin Fan's voice was buried in his clothes, buzzing, "I also think he will be fine."

John Woo wanted to talk more, but Lin Fan's phone rang. It was Ji Yu calling, saying thank you for looking for Lin Fan all his life.

"Are you going to do your work first?" John Woo took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Lin Fan, but she rejected it.

"No, I'm not crying. What about you? Won't you go down with me?"

"I'll stay a little longer and smoke a cigarette." John Woo smiled at her.

"Okay, you go in early, it's cold outside." Lin Fan didn't say anything, turned around and left.

John Woo walked a few steps, picked up the half-extinguished cigarette that he had just pulled out of Lin Fan's hand, threw it on the ground, flicked the ash, and put it into his mouth.

As soon as the lighter was turned on, the cigarette butt flame lit up again.

"Sure enough, you still have to smoke it yourself to taste it..." He casually walked to the edge of the rooftop with his cigarette in his mouth, leaning on his arms and looking down.

Soon, Lin Fan ran out from the gate, got into Ji Yu's car and left.

On the rooftop, red sparks flickered on and off, motionless for a long time...

Okay, let’s stop writing my feelings here.

Do you think I have any talent in romance?