Ke Xue: A small wish list

My name is Zhang Zihao. I’m from inland China. My family has been selling fruits and vegetables for generations.

I was 20 years old and had just taken over the business for a year. Business in Japan was not easy to do and there were gangs everywhere. Since I was relatively young, I couldn't stand our business peers who always found these people to cause trouble for us.

Fortunately, the housekeeper brought over by our family was a veteran. When I first met him when I was ten years old, he was only thirty years old.

At that time, I saw him practicing boxing in the backyard, so I started to learn from him. So, in a sense, the butler is also my master.

On the seventh day of being harassed by the gang, one of our employees was beaten and hospitalized.

The housekeeper and I grabbed a machete from the chopping board and headed to the gang's headquarters.

We stood back to back, hacking in and out of the mob, and put the curved machete on the neck of the other boss, slapping him on the cheek with the bloody blade and asking him: "Do you accept it?"

That day we conquered the president, his name was Koizumi.

With the addition of Xiaoquan, the business finally picked up. Within half a year, we opened a second branch...

Today is the opening dinner for our third branch. Everyone chose to go to the pub and, as the boss, I naturally agreed.

In the noisy tavern, there were shouts and people bragging and talking nonsense everywhere.

Zhang Zihao picked up the cigarette box and stood up: "I'm going to go out and get some fresh air~"

Everyone waved: "Boss, please feel free~"

Zhang Zihao walked out of the bar, stood under the street light, smoked one cigarette after another, and thought about the next direction of development...

At this moment, a tall figure came into his sight. She walked towards Zhang Zihao and passed by him.

He forgot to smoke the cigarette in his mouth. The breeze blew over his face with a faint fragrance. He just stood there in a daze.

When he came to his senses, the cigarette was already half burned. He threw it away and turned to look for that beautiful figure, but unfortunately he saw nothing...

In the days that followed, he would come here for a walk when he had nothing to do, looking forward to meeting that person again.

He turned down many forced marriages and blind dates arranged by the housekeeper, not for anything else, but because he felt that there was someone in his heart. He didn't know her name, but he knew that her eyes were very beautiful...

What kind of eyes are those?

He often asked himself this question. He could only vaguely remember that in that fleeting glimpse, he saw the sadness that was inadvertently revealed in those eyes, as well as the tenderness that was like the broken stars...

He searched for those eyes for a long time, but since that day, he never saw them again. Sometimes he even wondered if he had drunk too much that day?

To the point where I had hallucinations and took them seriously...

Ten years had passed, and walking on this road again, he sighed in his heart: "It's been ten years!"

I saw the pub next door. Apart from the shabby sign, everything else showed signs of having been renovated. I suddenly felt like going in for a drink.

I entered the pub, ordered a glass of wine and sat down to drink it by myself.

Zhang Zihao, 30 years old, has a tall and handsome figure. He is wearing a dark blue suit, which makes his figure look even more upright. Not long after he sat there, several girls came up to him and asked for his contact information.

After rejecting them one by one, he continued to taste the wine in his glass...

A pleasant female voice came: "Boss, a bottle of wine and some side dishes..."

Zhang Zihao subconsciously looked up, and with just this one glance, he was stunned again.

"Is it her!? No, it's not! Could it be her daughter? Looks like her! Too much like her! Especially those eyes..."

Coming back to his senses, he quickly stood up and walked towards her: "Hello, is anyone here?"

The woman glanced at him slightly and said, "No."

"My name is Zhang Zihao."

"Claire Addis Nary."

Zhang Zihao lowered his eyes and clenched his right hand slightly: "Claire? What a beautiful name..."

Claire took out her phone, looked at the message on it, and smiled. Her gentle smile was like seeing her own child, unintentionally radiating her motherly love...

"Are you getting engaged? That's great~"

This news came from Sato Yu. After ten years, he is finally getting engaged to Haibara Ai.

I still remember that when she attended the engagement ceremony of Xiaolan and Kudo Shinichi eight years ago, she sat in the corner of the audience and clapped softly.

Xiaolan is really beautiful under the spotlight, like an angel facing the light...

Today, I finally received an invitation from Sato Yu, and he also specially marked: "No disguise allowed~"

Claire looked at this sentence with a slight smile on her lips. She wanted to reply: "I haven't changed my appearance for a long time!"

But after thinking about it, I replied: "I will be there on time!"

He put away his phone and continued drinking his wine when a voice came from beside him.

Zhang Zihao asked cautiously: "No offense, I just want to ask you, is your mother okay?"

Claire glanced at Zhang Zihao next to her: "What do you mean?"

Zhang Zihao waved his hands quickly: "Sorry, sorry, I just, I just met your mother once many years ago..."

Claire frowned slightly, thinking about this sentence in her heart: "Many years ago?"

Claire put down her glass: "How many years ago?"

Zhang Zihao had doubts in his eyes: "Ah?"

Claire frowned: "I'm asking you how many years ago?"

Zhang Zihao quickly said: "Oh! It was ten years ago!"

Claire thought for a moment: "Ten years ago?"

Claire wondered whether she had seen the man in front of her ten years ago. If she had, according to the time calculation, she should have just left the organization ten years ago, so he should not be an enemy. So where did she see him?

She thought about it for a long time but couldn't figure it out, so she could only shake her head and said in a very calm tone: "I'm sorry, I have no memory of you."

Zhang Zihao's eyes widened slightly: "What do you mean?"

Claire looked into his eyes and said, "If nothing unexpected happens, the person you saw ten years ago could only be me. It's just that I have no memory of you, so you may have made a mistake."

Zhang Zihao looked at the person in front of him seriously: "Did I make a mistake?"

Just when he was doubting himself, he saw her eyes, beautiful eyes like broken stars, calm and deep, with countless tenderness echoing in them.

Zhang Zihao smiled slightly: "In this case, can we get to know each other again?"

Claire looked at the man in front of her and smiled faintly: "Sorry, you and I are not the same kind of people."

Zhang Zihao shook his head slightly: "Just getting to know each other."

Three months later…

Claire sat in the first row of the church, watching the priest preside over the engagement ceremony of Sato Yu and Huiyuan Ai. The sunlight shone through the glass window onto the boys and girls. At this moment, it was as gentle as a painting...