05 The fifth cup of coffee
Yun Xian returned to the apartment, changed his shoes and turned on the light. He put the shopping bag in his hand at the entrance, and called out "Ta Ta."
The master came out of the living room slowly and rubbed his fat face against the legs of his trousers.
Yun Xian squatted down and fished it in his arms, smoothing it out: "Are you hungry?"
After changing the water for Da Da and pouring out the cat food, Yun Xian sorted the contents of the shopping bag into order, and collapsed on the sofa with a sigh of relief.
He ate his dinner satiatingly, but Yun Xian was still hungry.
With an empty stomach, he was too lazy to take care of himself. He took a pack of Li Zhicheng's bear biscuits from the coffee table in the living room, twisted a piece and put it in his mouth.
Yunxian felt tired of the sweet chocolate taste, but high-calorie things also made him feel full.
After eating two more pieces, he patted the crumbs on his hands and took a sip of cold water.
The sky is completely dark, the night is dark, and the city lights up with thousands of lights.
It's a bit boring. Usually, if the two of them are at home, Li Zhicheng will pull him to watch the ball game and play games. Now that Er Lengzi is in the hospital, the home suddenly becomes deserted.
Yun Xian turned on his phone and edited a circle of friends.
[Commemorating Li Zhicheng's youth revival.]
The picture below is of Li Zhicheng staring blankly at the camera in a hospital gown, along with Yun Xian's "Like" with his left hand.
Taking into account Li Zhicheng's 30-year-old face, Yunxian set up a group, only Li Zhicheng and Zhou Yi can be seen, but in order to create an effect, he deliberately commented a few below.
[Drinking too much alcohol, stomach perforation.]
[School girl, don't worry too much about your brother Li.]
[Thank you for your concern, the patient is now emotionally stable.]
Yunxian amused himself as he typed, looking at the hard work he put into his brotherly love.
Soon he received a question mark attack from Li Zhicheng.
[sincere:?]
[sincere:?]
[sincere:?]
[Zhicheng: Quickly delete it for me!]
[Zhicheng: Which school girl cares about me? Why can't I see comments?]
[Jianshan: There are no school girls, the group can be seen, and Zhou Yi can see it.]
[Sincerely: Grass! You don't fucking block her and only she can see it?]
Five minutes later, Yun Xian couldn't help laughing when he saw Zhou Yi's comment.
[Let the doctor treat his secondary illness.]
Li Zhicheng also saw it, and immediately poked Yun Xian privately from the small window.
[Zhicheng: What does she mean?]
[Jianshan: Said you were naive.]
[sincere:? I'm naive? Why didn't she treat the princess' disease?]
Yun Xian rubbed his neck, unintentionally listening to the two of them mocking and insinuating through the screen.
[Jianshan: Rest early.]
Exiting the chat box and returning to the circle of friends, he casually scrolled down.
He doesn't have many friends, most of them are classmates and former colleagues.
He stopped when he swiped his finger to a familiar avatar.
Jiang Ying's avatar and WeChat nickname seem to match, the orange sunset in the sky at dusk.
Most of her circles of friends are written in text, as if she felt it anytime, anywhere.
Piss off the boss, complain about the weather, look forward to the weekend, or share a handmade painting.
Including now, a bowl of duck blood fans with the smell of fireworks.
[The boss invites you for a late night snack! He is the most handsome and best man in the world!]
Yun Xian saw that Li Zhicheng had liked it, and felt a little distressed for this idiot. He was probably secretly having fun with this flattery, but he didn't know how people mocked you just now.
Jiang Ying was actually quite different from her initial impression.
From the appearance, she is a clear and cold girl, always without much emotional ups and downs, and is as light as a cloud and impossible to catch.
After learning more, you will find her interesting and cute.
Yunxian likes to watch her circle of friends, especially when she mentions Li Zhicheng.
Maybe it's because her doglegs and complaints are so frank and real, just as vivid and bright as this person.
The food in the picture has been color-coded to make it more attractive. Yunxian touched her empty stomach, and her hunger strikes again.
It was really painful to starve, Yunxian struggled a bit, but decided to obey his heart and follow what Márquez called "the honest way of life".
He opened Jiang Ying's chat box, edited the text and clicked send.
[See the mountain: Can you ask who the duck blood fans are?]
The opponent responded almost in seconds.
[Sunset Orange: Wait, I will share the store with you.]
[Sunset Orange: If you like to eat, you must go to Nanjing to eat authentic ones when you have time.]
[See the mountain: Good.]
[Sunset Orange: I didn't expect you to eat this kind of thing too.]
[See the mountain: ?]
[Sunset Orange: You look too immortal, like someone who only drinks dew.]
[Sunset Orange: You need to skim the oil when you eat green vegetables.]
After Yun Xian read the words on the screen, he was amused by the other party's words.
It was the first time he had seen such a metaphor. It was not like exaggeration and depreciation.
[See the mountain: I really don’t eat it often.]
[Sunset Orange: This is the best food in Xicheng, don’t worry! It's on the street next to the coffee shop, very hygienic and clean.]
[Jianshan: Okay, thank you.]
Jiang Ying sent an emoji, it was a pink rabbit stroking noodles, Yun Xian guessed that she meant "I wish you a happy meal".
At ten o'clock that night, Li Zhicheng, who only drank a few mouthfuls of porridge a day, received a picture from Yun Xian.
On the picture is a bowl of duck blood vermicelli poured with chili oil. The soup base is rich, the duck blood is tender, and garnished with coriander, which is full of color and flavor.
[See the mountain: Let’s go to Nanjing another day.]
[Zhicheng: Hehe, I cast a spell, you will gain 20 pounds tomorrow, and your abdominal muscles will become fat!]
[See Mountain: Rebound]
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On Friday, Jiang Ying planned to go to Yunbian to pack a cake for the weekend after get off work.
As soon as I entered the store, I saw Yun Hyun who was about to go out.
The other party rarely wore a sports suit today, refreshing and healthy.
Jiang Ying asked him, "Are you going to exercise?"
Yun Xian tightened the lid of the water cup and made a sound of "um".
Jiang Ying rolled her eyes for half a circle and asked, "Gym?"
"Well, the one on the corner."
"That house!" Jiang Yingxi smiled, "I have a card there."
Yun Xian looked at her, and the corners of his mouth twitched lightly: "Do you often go there?"
Jiang Ying nodded and lied without changing his face: "I quite like sports."
She did have a card. She had a reasonable doubt that Li Zhicheng set up such a tasteless award because she didn't want to go to the prize she won at the annual meeting last year.
Everyone is an iPad and a switch. No matter how bad it is, it is also a health pot and a foot bucket. But she, a fat house who doesn't like sports, got a fitness card.
Yun Xian lowered his eyes and looked at her silently.
The weather was warm in April, and Jiang Ying wore a T-shirt and a denim skirt today. She was neither fat nor thin, but her exposed calf was fair and well-proportioned. Just by looking at the lines, you can tell that she doesn't usually exercise much.
He had a bad intention, and he deliberately teased her: "Let's go together?"
"Ah?" Jiang Ying obviously did not expect this development, and laughed, "I have something to do today, next time, next time."
Yun Xian pressed the corner of his mouth that he wanted to raise: "Then I'll go first, goodbye."
Jiang Ying waved his hand: "Goodbye."
Watching the other party go out, Jiang Ying put down her smile and walked to the bar in despair.
"Ding-" the phone beeped.
Jiang Ying slides the screen to unlock.
It is an eleven-second verbal message.
[Although I am the owner of a coffee shop, I still have to say that you should control your diet during fitness. Have you been eating a lot of sweets recently?]
His voice sounded against his ear, Jiang Ying blushed, and whispered in his heart: It's not your fault for eating too much!
After leaving Yunbian Cafe, Jiang Ying drove back to his parents' house.
After working, she rented another house, and the reason she told her family was that it was close to the company and convenient.
But in fact, considering that I often stay up late and work overtime to write plans, I am afraid that my parents will talk about it.
As soon as she took out the key to open the door, she said "I'm back" in her throat and couldn't say it.
On the sofa, Mother Jiang was sitting on the phone, with a serious tone, even when she scolded people in Wu Nong's soft language.
"A meal is not enough until eight o'clock? Do you want to come back?"
"I told you not to drink too much before I went, and I won't care about you when I get drunk again!"
Jiang Ying took a breath and carefully changed her shoes into the house.
Mother Jiang hung up the phone angrily and vented her dissatisfaction with her daughter: "Tell me about your father, as he is old, the last time he went to the hospital, he said that he had high blood pressure and fatty liver, and he still drank it!"
"Okay, don't be angry, I packed a cake for you." Jiang Ying opened the box and scooped a spoonful to feed to Jiang mother.
"Why is it so sweet, I'm so fat!"
"It's good to eat something sweet." Remembering Yun Xian's words, Jiang Ying only took a small sip. "Where is my dad eating? I'll go pick him up."
Mother Jiang reported the place, sighed "suffering", and got up and went to the kitchen to cook sober soup.
Jiang Ying just sat down for less than five minutes, and then took the car key to pick him up.
The restaurant is not far from home, she called Jiang's father, but she didn't think someone else answered.
"Jiang Ying?"
The other party was a young man, and his voice sounded familiar.
Jiang Ying was still searching for who it was in his mind, so he reported his name: "I'm Fu Chen, do you remember?"
thump.
Those two words were like stones, dragging her down.
Jiang Ying was frozen, holding her mobile phone blank, until the traffic lights jumped and the car behind honked its shrill horn, she recovered, and quickly said, "Tell my dad I'm coming to pick him up."
A few minutes away, Jiang Ying parked the car, but did not get off immediately.
She lowered the window halfway, licked her lips, and wanted to smoke.
After rummaging in the glove box for a while, I found a pack left over before, and there were only two left.
The flame lit the cigarette butt, and Jiang Ying's slender fingers were puffing the smoke in the dim car.
When a cigarette was exhausted, she opened the car door and stepped on the cigarette butt, wrapped it in a tissue and threw it into the trash can.
As soon as he turned around, he saw Jiang's father being supported and walking out of the gate.
Her dad's face was red, his steps were vain, he was drunk, and he didn't know what to say.
Jiang Ying hurried up to meet her, frowning and complaining, "Why do you drink like this? You'll be scolded again when you go home."
The drunkard can't hear it, staggering and shouting that he can still drink.
"Let's help uncle get into the car first."
Jiang Ying glanced at the man and nodded.
Fu Chen is much more mature than before, wearing a shirt and trousers, his hair combed back with hairspray.
He has single eyelids, the ends of his eyes are upturned, and he has a fierce appearance.
When I was in school, girls secretly discussed it. Some people say that Fu Chen is very manly and makes people feel safe, and some people say that he has a face that will lead to domestic violence in the future.
Regardless of the polarizing comments, Shan said to Jiang Usher that he was an unavoidable nightmare when he was a student.
I haven't seen each other for many years, and I didn't expect to meet again on such an occasion today.
Jiang Ying suppressed her rejection of him and tried her best to be calm: "Thank you, let's go first."
"Hey, wait." As soon as she turned around, Fu Chen grabbed her arm.
Jiang Ying took a step back vigilantly, almost subconsciously dodging.
Seeing her reaction, the other party shrugged, and calmly retracted his hand and put it in his pocket.
"Listen to my uncle, are you working in the science park now?"
Jiang Ying lowered her head to avoid his gaze: "Well."
"Have a chance to come out and get together?"
"talk later."
Jiang's father hummed twice in the car, and Jiang Ying seized the opportunity and said, "I'll go first."
She hurriedly got into the car and started, she turned the steering wheel, and saw in the rearview mirror that Fu Chen was still standing there looking at her.
The other party raised his hand and waved, shouting, "See you next time."
Jiang Ying frowned and said in her heart, "I'll see a ghost next time", then stepped on the accelerator and walked away.
The author has something to say: This article is a short story, and there are no male two.