"Liangliangliangliang, let's not talk about it. The team leader organized us to have a celebration supper. Let's eat the sashimi of the little Russian girl. Come on, and finally shout to my sister: Go to the fucking poison competition."
I was infected by her happy mood, and regardless of Kang Zixian's presence, I hoarsely yelled happily into the phone receiver and followed Fei Ge: "Go to the fucking poison competition."
After hanging up the phone, the world finally returned to its original state of tranquility. I held the phone and sat quietly, and Kang Zixian and Kang Zixian were silent for a few seconds, then I cleared my throat and pointed to the group photo on the wall. Tweaked, "I... I love people. Celebrities, my lovers are celebrities."
I wonder if Brother Fei, who is far away in Japan, can eat sashimi after hearing me explain her identity like this
He squinted his eyes and looked at me, I felt guilty and didn't dare to look back at him.
"Competition poison?" Kang Zixian smiled, as if everything else was irrelevant, and only this was the most interesting part.
"It's a long story." I leaned slightly towards him, and decided to try my best to explain, to clear up Brother Fei's grievances.
I said, "My... my love, that's Brother Fei. There was a period of weirdness and bad form. It probably started last spring. As long as she played games, big or small, she was guaranteed to lose. For example, if a game is basically lost, as long as she leaves the field, their team will definitely be able to come back to life, which is very evil. Brother Fei is miserable. During that time, her coach saw her as if he was seeing bin Laden. Kneeling down, their leaders were even more worried. Didn’t the Brazilian team win the Champions Cup twice in a row? The leader of Fei Ge dreamed of giving her plastic surgery and sending her to the Brazilian team every day, but God failed, and I haven’t listened to it these years Said that Asians can be turned into South Americans, Fei Ge is so depressed that he is almost on the verge of depression."
Kang Zixian looked at me with a gentle smile on his face, without the cold and arrogant impression of the past. At this moment, the easy-going expression on his face reminded me that he is a good listener.
"Brother Fei has turned himself around this time." I happily leaned on the sofa, looked up at the ceiling, and looked forward to it, "Actually, it's okay for Brother Fei to sell vegetables at home. I'm really fed up with takeaway."
"Do you usually eat takeaway?" Kang Zixian asked softly.
"Yeah, I don't have time to buy vegetables, and besides, I don't know how to cook."
"Fang Liangliang."
"what?"
"I want to ask you if I am dazzled. When I was looking for a bowl just now, I saw a mushroom smiling at me in the crack of your cabinet."
Shame, how can you be so shameful
I looked at the ceiling with melancholy, feeling the blood boiling in my body, and my forehead became even hotter. I stood up silently, pretended to yawn, and said, "It was late, I went to sleep, and I was sleepy."
Kang Zixian was not surprised either. He looked at me with a smile, and a mocking arc appeared on the corner of his lips, "Go, you will have mushroom porridge when you wake up."
I rubbed my forehead and grinned at him.
He spread his hands innocently and smiled brightly, "It's self-produced and sold."
"Ah! Kang Zixian, I hate you, I hate you to death! You, you, you, get out of my sight, or else, or, or... I really can't do anything to you... Ahhh! I'm so mad! I don't want to see you again." I hugged my head and screamed again and again, then ran back to the bed and covered myself with a quilt to heal my deeply hurt heart.
I was so angry on the bed that I wanted to scratch the wall, but Kang Zixian pushed the door open and came in, holding a water glass and medicine in his hand, and said softly to me who was about to go crazy, "Okay, do you feel better when you are angry? Don't want to go The hospital got up quickly and took the medicine."
I glanced at his hypocrisy, my lungs exploded, I hugged the quilt and turned my head, "It's typical to give someone a stick first and then give her a candy."
"What I'm giving you is medicine, not sugar." He handed the water to me, with a few pills lying in his hand, "Take it and go to sleep."
I didn't answer, and looked at him coldly, "I said Kang Zixian, I beg you, can you always keep the face of a bad person, and don't suddenly be so nice to me again?"
Kang Zixian smiled slightly, "Occasionally, I want to be a good person." His voice was full of joy, "You are lucky, you have a good time. Come on, eat."
"Intermittent schizophrenia, I think you need to take medicine." I glared at him, grabbed the pill, swallowed it gulp, and then quickly lay down and covered the quilt, not wanting to see his face again.
"I'm just outside. Call me if you're not feeling well."
I squinted my eyes in silence for a few seconds, and suddenly felt something was wrong, so I sat up and said tremblingly, "You, what are you talking about? Where are you tonight?"
He had already walked to the door, "I'm in the living room."
My mind was amused, and I asked him innocently, "Your living room?"
He pointed to the outside, and replied naturally, "Your living room."
"Lonely and widowed, what do you want?" I tensed up instantly, clutching the quilt to my chest, like every timid girl in a movie, I chose to shrink back.
"Don't worry, I'm not hungry yet." Kang Zixian said coldly with frowned, looking at me, "It's just for the pleasure of helping others."
"Although you don't know how to write the word thank you very much." He added a sentence behind my back, and there was a sad smell in the air, which made me sit on the bed and stare at him angrily, so embarrassed that I didn't know what to say for a while. it is good.
After a battle between heaven and man, I chose to believe him, not because he touched me, but because the feeling of loneliness, emptiness and despair lingered in my heart two days ago, and there was a person outside the door, at least it made my lonely life a little warmer some.
This night was really safe and sound, I was hot and sweaty, I woke up and fell asleep sometimes, but I couldn't fall asleep later, remembering that I was not alone, there was a man outside guarding me, and I didn't even reject it in my heart.
Waking up in the middle of the night, I got out of bed and peeked at Kang Zixian on the sofa outside the bedroom door on tiptoe. I saw a man as big as him huddled at the end of the sofa, covered with his suit, with his good-looking eyebrows slightly frowned. He must have fallen asleep after being extremely tired.
The spring night was still cold, and I couldn't bear it, so I took a blanket from the closet and covered him when he was in the way, and said "thank you" silently.
Later, I fell asleep again in a daze, and when I became a little conscious, the sky seemed to be getting brighter, and I felt someone gently put a hand on my forehead. I opened my eyes and looked vaguely at the soft and concerned face in the morning light. I thought I had a sweet dream that only belonged to the early morning, and a sense of peace of mind slowly flowed in my heart, and I closed my eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
When I got up with my hair messed up, I felt a lot better. I took the temperature to measure it, and it was 38 degrees. The fever subsided a lot, and my strength seemed to have returned a lot.
After washing my face and brushing my teeth, when I opened the bedroom door, I heard Kang Zixian outside the door seemed to be talking on the phone, but he hadn't left yet.
"... Then I will trouble Aunt Lian. Yes, light porridge is fine. The one from last night is very good. You can make some side dishes."
"No, just a friend."
"Who are you seeing?... No, no, grandma, I don't want to see you, it's a waste of time, and I don't feel good about it."
"That's a whole different thing... oh I got a call coming in... well, I'll be back for lunch with you, see you at noon."
Naturally, Kang Zixian didn't call in, probably because he didn't want to chat with his illustrious grandmother who was so focused on arranging a blind date for him, so he hung up the phone and turned around with a displeased face, just in time to see me leaning lazily on the door frame, Ears perked up to eavesdrop on his phone calls.
He looked at me, the humility he had just talked to the old grandmother disappeared, his voice returned to the usual flatness, he nodded slightly, "Good morning."
I looked up at the clock, it was really early, it was only eight o'clock, I smiled and waved, "Good morning, it's getting late, you go to work."
"How do you feel? Do you need to go to the hospital?" He asked about him.
I shook my head like a rattle, and was delighted to find that the feeling of dizziness was not strong, "No, no, no, I'm doing fine, my body is bouncing with a stick, I'm eating, and my body is fragrant."
He corrected me blankly, "You haven't eaten yet."
"Didn't you eat last night? I'm fine, I'm completely fine." I pulled myself together and tried to emphasize, determined to do everything I could to send this troublesome man away.
I walked up to him with a smile, and patted his shoulder boldly, "You're not bad, buddy. It's a rare time to help others. Finally, I look a bit like a good person. Congratulations."
Kang Zixian looked at me with those sharp, arrow-like eyes again, as I staged a clumsy brother-in-law show, but I turned a deaf ear to it and continued to exaggerate mine.
"Did grandma miss you? Tsk tsk, the deep love between grandparents and grandchildren is really touching. Grandma is waiting for you, Little Red Riding Hood. Go back quickly." I pushed him.
"I asked them to cook some porridge." He pointed to a bag of hot things on the coffee table. "Here is bread and soy milk. Before I come back, let's fill my stomach."
I fell silent.
The soy milk is very fragrant, the bread is very fresh, the man in front of me is also pleasing to the eye, and he is caring, he is perfect. I opened my mouth and blinked several times with difficulty, and felt that there was a big, almost fatal question: Kang Zixian was too kind to me, is this like someone looking for a one-night stand? Even people who want to find a long-night stand can't be so thoughtful.
It's normal for him to treat me badly, but it's abnormal for him to be nice to me!
I remember studying criminal psychology in school, which is very advanced. It summarizes criminal patterns to predict the possible methods of serial killers, and draws the basic profiles of suspects from past patterns, which are basically the same.
In fact, a criminal psychologist is not a Da Luo fairy. She can figure out the direction of the unknown case because the criminal is lazy. The perverted killer usually patronizes the perverted. When he really kills, he will be lazy. If you go to the black market to buy a pistol, you will still be slaughtered by a buddy in the black market. To kill someone tomorrow, you have to buy a pig-killing knife. I haven't killed yet, maybe I'm so exhausted that I have a cerebral hemorrhage, and if I stagger, I will use that pit first. So don't you make people feel angry? Why do so many tricks, just use Dichlorvos, it is convenient to save money and easy to carry, and the medicine is guaranteed to kill people, and such a good thing can be enjoyed by Chinese rats, foreign perverted killers have to fly all the way to China Buy, so it is not easy to be a good perverted killer.
From the fixed killing patterns of serial perpetrators, it can be seen that generally everything has a fixed pattern, and it will not change easily, but once it changes, it must be that the brain of the person involved has mutated, stimulated | People have invaded, and it's not normal anyway.
From a professional point of view, I repeatedly analyzed that Kang Zixian really made a big difference to me. He said that blind dates were a waste of time, but he was willing to spend time running back and forth to bring me something to eat, just for a bowl of porridge. The mean and sharp face is now occasionally kind and easy-going. Isn't it obvious what he thinks of me
If I was just skeptical at first, now I am completely sure.
I was terrified from the bottom of my heart, he had chased after him, and he was still like a dog's skin plaster. Is there any way for me, Fang Liangliang, to survive
I made a decision right away.