It only took Cheng Ji a day and a half to move out of that house, and he didn't leave anything for the fat woman downstairs.
The fat woman said that they and her son’s home could sell scrap, so if that was the case, why didn’t he sell it himself
Cheng Ji found a stool and sat at the door. He sold or gave away the old appliances, furniture, worthless books, pots and pans that he couldn't take away to people who needed them.
The world is bustling with people, all for the sake of profit; the world is bustling with people, all for the sake of profit. Cheng Ji deliberately made a grand fuss, with all kinds of waste collectors and rag pickers gathered together, like a grassroots meeting.
The fat woman downstairs was so angry that her face turned blue, but there was nothing she could do to him. After all, those guys had the surname Cheng.
She could only talk nonsense to the junk collector, but no one bought her story. An old man who was not convinced almost got into a fight with her, cursing, "Get lost, get lost! I'm doing his business, and now you have the right to fart here?!"
The fat woman yelled, "I'm his landlord, he lives in my house! You're just a rag picker, who do you think you are? How dare you scold me?!"
The old man spat a mouthful of thick phlegm in her face: "Ah bah! Oh my, it's you, you are really a celebrity, the whole community knows that there is a woman who bullied them, an orphan and a widow, and took the house away by half-buying and half-cheating while his mother was sick and needed money. She only gave them 400,000 for a house worth more than 800,000!!"
"I heard that in order to force her to buy the house, you used sweet words to trick her mother into taking out the property ownership certificate and then withheld it? Tsk tsk tsk, she's a patient with a brain tumor and she's not very clear-headed to begin with, aren't you afraid of retribution for deceiving her?"
The fat woman's face turned the color of liver and she shouted, "Fuck you!"
The old man yelled, "You're worse than shit! How do you know? Of course I know. I've been doing business in this area for more than a decade, and you've never seen such a shameless person!!"
Cheng Ji heard the quarrel and laughed so hard upstairs, holding his belly. He said to the people around him, "Keep moving, don't stop! Did you hear me? My mom is short of money! So don't lie to me about the weight, just give me what you deserve!"
Shen Zimo stood by and helped count the money.
The money was all in crude bills, and there was only a small amount after counting, so his attention was all on Cheng Ji, especially when he saw Cheng Ji smile, his eyes were filled with passion.
In the evening, Cheng Ji's belongings were secretly moved into the empty studio of the Academy of Fine Arts.
I thought I had thrown away enough, but in the end half of the room was still filled with stuff. A home where three generations have lived for decades cannot be cleared out so easily.
Cheng Ji looked at the cardboard boxes and bundles of all sizes and felt worried, fearing that this place was not safe.
Shen Zimo assured him again and again that the studio had been vacant for several years and would definitely not be used in the short term, so he should rest assured.
Cheng Ji had no choice but to trust him.
The physical labor came to a temporary end. Cheng Ji was sweating and urgently needed a place to take a shower, so Shen Zimo took him back to his dormitory.
Due to the winter vacation, there were only a few people in the dormitory building. The atmosphere in art schools was originally relaxed, and now there was still half a month before the Chinese New Year, even the dormitory supervisors were too lazy to take care of it and left everything to the students to manage themselves.
Compared with ordinary universities, the number of students in the Academy of Fine Arts is smaller and the dormitory conditions are better. Each dormitory has a separate electric water heater and shower room, right next to the flush toilet.
Cheng Ji was originally standing outside the bathroom taking off his clothes. Just as he took off his down jacket, he saw Shen Zimo sitting on the edge of the bed looking at him meaningfully.
Cheng Ji felt himself and found that he was not missing anything, so he asked, "What are you looking at?"
Shen Zimo said: "Your skeleton is really beautiful."
Cheng Ji has never met anyone who starts by praising the skeleton. Maybe it's the characteristic of art students.
"Everyone has 206 bones. Can they be divided into good and bad ones?" Cheng Ji asked.
"You are great. You are like a tall tree. Every inch of you is beautiful." Shen Zimo said.
“…” Cheng Ji put on his down jacket again awkwardly.
"Why don't you take it off? You don't want to take a shower?" Shen Zimo asked.
"I'll go in and take it off." Cheng Ji went into the bathroom.
Shen Zimo chuckled behind him: "Speaking of down jackets, we exchanged clothes when we ran away that day, do you remember?"
"I remember." Cheng Ji said. Unfortunately, Qi Beisong threw away the clothes on the day he was injured and admitted to the hospital.
Shen Zimo said: "Your clothes are in my closet. I have washed them. During the few days I stayed in the hotel in the small county town, I always slept with them on. I felt very warm and at ease."
Cheng Ji tiptoed and locked the bathroom door.
"… "
It's true that he is honest, but he is not as honest as an iron weight. He feels that Shen Zimo does not play by the rules and everything he says is not right, so it's better for him to remain vigilant.
There was a mirror next to the bathroom. He took off his outer clothes and underwear, and looked at his tall tree from inside.
The skeleton is very ordinary, the muscles are a thin layer without any bulk, but he is not weak either. There are some faint lines of abdominal muscles, which can be developed with time. Apart from being slender and flexible, there is nothing special about the whole body, and it doesn't look like "every inch is beautiful".
Finally, after so many days, the hole on the left nipple has basically healed and the swelling of the nipple has gone down, so I can avoid embarrassment in the future.
He turned on the shower head, and Shen Zimo asked from outside: "Is the water hot?"
"good."
"If it's not hot, turn the faucet to the left."
"Um."
"Then take your time washing, I'll get you something to eat." Shen Zimo said.
Cheng Ji responded, and he really washed slowly. While washing, he suspected that he was overthinking. Shen Zimo couldn't have that intention. The other party should just be repaying a favor, not trying to tease him.
Maybe Shen Zimo is naturally more welcoming? Those who want to open a flower shop are all little angels at heart!
Besides, this world was originally a book. In order for a novel to have a plot, the characters of the protagonists must be different and have conflicts. Maybe Qi Beisong is one extreme and Shen Zimo is another extreme.
When Qi Beisong is cold, Shen Zimo is warm; when Qi Beisong is fierce, Shen Zimo is gentle; when Qi Beisong is a jerk, Shen Zimo is kind...
Shen Zimo asked again outside the door: "What do you want to eat?"
Cheng Ji said with foam all over his head that it was up to him, Shen Zimo said, "Is there anything you like to eat?"
Cheng Ji is not picky about food, so I can’t think of anything particularly good.
Shen Zimo said attentively: "I will cook for you when I have the chance. My cooking is delicious and many people praise it!"
Cheng Ji's cell phone suddenly vibrated on the table outside. There was only one place that would call him at this time - Changkang Hospital.
Shen Zimo grabbed the phone and turned to knock on the bathroom door: "You have a call!"
Cheng Ji quickly wiped the hot water off his face, opened the door and stretched out a hand. It turned out to be just a harassing call from someone selling a house, but he clearly felt that Shen Zimo scratched the palm of his hand the moment he handed over the phone.
He retracted his hand and closed the door, his heart as hard as steel was filled with panic!
Didn't we agree to be friends? Why are you tickling me
He stood in the shower for five minutes, trying to think that this was all a misunderstanding. Finally, he came to the conclusion that Shen Zimo should be a saint, no, a holy father, whose light shines on everyone in the world.
After taking a shower, Shen Zimo wanted to help him wash his clothes. He quickly snatched the underwear and stuffed it into his backpack, saying, "I'll take it back to the hospital to wash it."
Shen Zimo said, why bother? There is a washing machine downstairs in the dormitory. Wouldn't it be convenient if I use it to wash clothes together
Cheng Ji was determined not to do it, and Shen Zimo couldn't persuade him, so he had to give up. Fortunately, Shen Zimo behaved normally during the meal later and didn't pick chicken legs and meatballs for him.
Ms. Cheng needed someone to accompany her, but Cheng Ji refused to stay in Shen Zimo's dormitory and rushed back to Changkang Hospital overnight.
In the next few days, the Holy Father came to repay his gratitude early every morning as if he was punching in, and would not return until half an hour before the school lights were turned off. He ran around the hospital like a hardworking little bee, attracting a new group of nurses and patients' families.
Shen Zimo's appearance was not particularly outstanding, at least not as handsome as Qi Beisong with his sharp edges. Even compared with Cheng Ji, he was a little plain. He just looked very comfortable and elegant, like a book that smelled of ink, or a meticulous painting on the wall.
If the public gave Young Master Qi an overall score of 100, Shen Zimo would be 80.
Cheng Ji is about 20 points. He has a good-looking face and a likable personality, but he is so unlucky. His parents died, he became poor due to illness, dropped out of school, became unemployed and homeless. He is probably also a bit of a husband-unlucky person, so no one is willing to throw themselves into a flame and date him.
However, considering that he has a handsome guy attractor, the public is willing to give him ten points. If it weren't for him, Qi Beisong, Shen Zimo and those cold-faced bodyguards would not have appeared.
The people also decided to make good use of him as a springboard, and asked him every day if he had any other resources. If he did, he should not hide them and would introduce them to him more often.
Cheng Ji sometimes felt that his job responsibilities were similar to those of Manager Zhou of Shuiyue Villa, both were brothels.
Cheng Ji also found that Shen Zimo was very talkative, at least in front of him, and he could always find topics to talk about. In comparison, he was rather taciturn.
Moreover, Shen Zimo is multi-talented. He is proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and he sings very well. Despite his poor background, he still does well in school, has a lot of friends, and has a good relationship with the teachers in the department.
The university is no longer an ivory tower. Just like the outside world, Shen Zimo admires the strong. It is said that he has amazing talent in his major and has a bright future.
Cheng Ji always felt that he was very different from the "forbidden concubine" in the original novel, and once asked him: "Is your life goal to open a flower shop?"
"Flower shop?" Shen Zimo was confused. "Who told you that? Why should I, a student of oil painting, open a flower shop? It's more normal to open a gallery than a flower shop. Besides, I don't want to open a shop. I just want to paint. If the painting is good enough, it will shine naturally."
Cheng Ji thought, damn it, the damn plot manager is providing false information again. The old man doesn’t want to fiddle with flowers and plants, he wants to concentrate on art!
He asked with the energy of a political worker: "Did you really grow up in an orphanage?"
"Oh, that!" Shen Zimo smiled. "I'm an illegitimate child. My mother died unexpectedly, my father didn't recognize me, and my mother had already broken off relations with her family, so I went to the orphanage. But I was already fourteen when I went in, so I couldn't say I 'grew up'. In fact, after the adaptation period, it wasn't that I couldn't leave the orphanage, but that they couldn't leave me. During those years, I was like a long-term volunteer, helping a lot inside and outside. They almost wanted to give me the title of honorary vice president!"
"… "
"There is another little secret." Shen Zimo squinted his eyes. "My father does not recognize me, but my grandparents do. Both of them are from the political circle, so it is not convenient for them to contact me openly, but they provide me with a lot of help in private. Otherwise, how could my mother, a delicate lady, raise me alone and pay for me to learn this and that? Oh, by the way, my mother was also in the oil painting department, and she was very good at painting."
“…” Cheng Ji raised his head.
After all this fuss, it turns out that he is the only one with the most miserable character.
Qi Beisong and Shen Zimo, the top and bottom in the original novel, one is a dull bully and the other is a handsome young man, none of them are as pitiful as him!
He is the one who is really tortured physically and mentally by life, but in the end he has to lie down and spread his legs to enjoy life!
The day after moving, Cheng Ji started running. Every morning he would run around a nearby lake, a distance of about three kilometers. In the evening, if he remembered, he would run again, and then do pull-ups and push-ups in the small park.
On the one hand, he needed to exercise; on the other hand, with Shen Zimo around, the ward was bustling with people coming and going, and it was not as quiet as when Qi Beisong was here.
Qi Beisong is not very good at chatting, but Shen Zimo is. He can get along with anyone and often makes the young nurses laugh so hard that they cover their mouths.
Cheng Ji was like a piece of inferior saline-alkali land left idle nearby. He thought to himself, it would be either drought or flood, how could they just turn a blind eye to such a handsome guy like me
In fact, it's not that he turned a blind eye to it. It's mainly because his mother was lying on the hospital bed, dying, and it always felt inappropriate to joke with him. In addition, his overall score in the hearts of the girls was only 20 or 30. Who would be willing to give up a high score and chat with a low score
In order to save face, Cheng Ji had to go out for a run.
There was another reason that he couldn't express—he needed to take a breath and keep some distance from Shen Zimo.
In most cases, Shen Zimo was just being a friend, but there was always something else mixed in between his words and actions. Cheng Ji tried not to think about it that way, but he couldn't help but think about it - because that wasn't a hint at all, but an explicit statement, just short of saying it directly.
Shen Zimo did all the things that Qi Beisong didn't teach him.
Cheng Ji was quite confused and even doubted his own sexual orientation. He specially looked for some gay pornographic films to watch. At first it was okay and he could tolerate the licking and biting. But later, the one on top wanted to do it for real, and he quickly closed the page on his phone, gasping for breath!
He is not.
So sad...
No, why should he worry? Qi Beisong doesn't worry at all, and he even parades around the city to fight against the heavens, the earth, and people. Why should he worry
… Forget it, I might as well go for a run. I feel calmer when I run.
One bad thing about running is that it makes you sweat, and when you sweat you need to take a shower. Cheng Ji was reluctant to take a shower with Shen Zimo present because the hardware at Changkang Hospital was relatively poor. There was a shower room in the ward but the door was broken and no one had repaired it for a long time.
It's not safe even with a door, let alone without one. Every time Cheng Ji came back from running all sweaty, he would feel creepy when he met Shen Zimo's piercing eyes.
He wanted to use the bathroom in another ward to take a shower, but after looking for three or four, he found that none of the doors could be locked, and he was not familiar with the patients' families.
He felt that he was really unlucky. He was a short-lived ghost in his previous life, and now he was being chased in this life.