That night, Su Xingchen made the last supper for the house owner, and then wrote on the small note: I'm out for a few days, the return date is uncertain, please find food by yourself.
This feeling is like settling Xiao Huang and Xiao Bai.
Su Xingchen felt a little inappropriate, how could the owner of the house be compared with the dog, and he obviously cared more about the dog.
Yu Fengxing: "..."
Boss Yu, who came back from get off work to eat, frowned when he saw the small note on the food box: "The return date is uncertain?"
This means that I don't know when I can eat a meal that suits my appetite.
However, it wasn't just this that Yu Fengxing noticed. Between the lines in the small note, he could be sure that the other party was not some ghost, but a living person.
Yu Fengxing couldn't tell what it was like, he didn't have a good impression of people, and he didn't want to get too close.
If this mysterious snail girl gave her food so graciously because she liked her, then I'm very sorry, he won't accept it.
It's that clear.
Even if there will be no more appetizing meals in the future, it is absolutely unambiguous.
The next morning, Su Xingchen got up early and ordered himself a bowl of noodles.
Because the noodles were not easy to store, and the owner got up very late, Su Xingchen only ordered one bowl.
However, he still saw the note left by the owner of the house.
It read: Why did you bring me food? If it's because you like me, then don't give it away. I'm single and don't fall in love.
After Su Xingchen read this note, the expression on his face was extraordinarily exciting: "Really..."
For a while, I spurned the narcissism of the owner of the house, and for a while, I felt that the character of the owner is still good, although the words are always bad.
Su Xingchen picked up the pen and replied: I don't like you, I'm a man.
For his own information, Su Xingchen only dared to disclose so much, and decided to be careful when communicating with the owner of the house in the future.
Then Su Xingchen packed his things and went out.
This time when going out, Su Xingchen booked a train ticket, which can save a lot of money, but it takes a long time to sit.
When Yu Fengxing woke up, Su Xingchen had already arrived at the train station and was about to get on the train.
"Huh!" Su Xingchen sneezed, raised his hand to lift off the mask, and rubbed his nose.
Then call the real estate agent and ask if your house is rented out.
The real estate agent seemed embarrassed, and said to Su Xingchen: "Boss, your house is priced slightly higher than the market price, I have already said that it is not easy to rent..."
That means it hasn't been rented out yet.
Su Xingchen hesitated for a moment, and simply said: "Forget it, I don't want to lower the price, so let's leave it empty if no one rents it."
When he left, Su Xingchen worried that he would not be able to support himself in the countryside, so he thought of renting out his house in Beijing.
As a result, when I arrived at my hometown, I found that there are treasures everywhere in my hometown, and I can support myself as long as I work hard.
Su Xingchen thought to himself, it's good to keep that house in Beijing, he can live in it anytime when he goes back.
After Yu Fengxing finished washing at home, he habitually looked for food boxes.
As a result, the food box was empty, except for a note.
After reading the contents of the note, Yu Fengxing's expression changed, he was very surprised: "Is it a man?"
The mysterious person who cooks exquisite and delicious meals these days is a man
Yu Fengxing was amazed, and imagined the men around him who could only open their mouths (including himself)... it became more and more unbelievable.
But that's also good, Mr. Yu, who decided that he would never be tempted in his life, thought to himself, it would be much easier if he was a man.
At ten o'clock that night, Su Xingchen's train finally arrived in Beijing. After riding for a whole day, he became dizzy after getting off the train and couldn't find the direction.
Taking a long-distance train is really exhausting, Su Xingchen thought uncomfortably.
Su Xingchen was holding a backpack containing Ganoderma lucidum, sat in a small shop near the station, and ate a bowl of hot mutton ramen before recovering.
The phone screen, which was about to run out of battery, flickered on the table.
Su Xingchen answered the phone with a dull voice: "Hello, Mr. Han?"
There was a pause, and he asked, "Why didn't you answer the phone before?"
Su Xingchen rubbed his pantothenic eyes, and explained apologetically: "Because my mobile phone is prone to run out of battery, I turned it off." Moreover, since my father passed away, there seemed to be very few people left to contact.
Su Xingchen seems to be heard over there, and his stern tone softened a bit: "That's right, I heard from Mr. Huang that you set off for Beijing today, and you must have arrived by now."
"Yeah." Su Xingchen looked at the brightly lit station, and raised a tired smile: "I'm at the station, I'll take a car and go back."
Han Muke: "???"
Han Muke obviously couldn't understand why he had to take the slow train.
He, who has always been nosy, asked, "Why don't you take the plane?"
Su Xingchen smiled shyly, but he had nothing to hide: "Because it's cheaper to take the train."
Young Master Han, who came from a good background and a wealthy family, was silent for a moment, raised his watch to check the time, and said, "Do you need me to pick you up at the train station?"
Su Xingchen was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head: "No need, the car I shared will leave soon."
Han Muke, who was also very well educated, stopped being reluctant after being rejected, and instead said: "The day after tomorrow is my grandfather's birthday, you can come on that day."
Su Xingchen hurriedly said, "Oh, yes."
At this time, what appeared in Su Xingchen's mind was the scene of a family celebrating the old man's birthday with excitement, it must be very warm, he thought to himself.
"Then it's settled. I'll send you the address at ten o'clock the day after tomorrow." Han Muke said, and hung up the phone.
Not long after, Su Xingchen received a home address on his mobile phone.
It's quite far from Su Xingchen's home.
After Su Xingchen returned home by carpool, before he had time to feel sad, he collapsed on the bed from exhaustion and slept all night in a distorted state.
Early the next morning, when he opened his eyes, he found that he had returned to his familiar home. Su Xingchen's tears welled up in the corners of his eyes: "Woooo..."
Su Xingchen cried like an unwanted child, turned around and hugged the pillow, weeping uncontrollably.
While still shouting the word 'Dad', he looked sad and pitiful.
Su Xingchen cried happily, feeling much better in his heart, at least he was no longer in the state of wandering soul who wanted to cry but couldn't cry.
Doctor Fang said that it is a good thing to be able to vent.
Thinking of Dr. Fang, Su Xingchen quickly got up from the bed, because he was going out today, and the schedule was quite tight.
Twenty minutes later, Su Xingchen wore cotton cropped sports pants, a short-sleeved T-shirt, white shoes, and a sun hat, and went out with a backpack on his back.
Su Xingchen is used to the fresh air in his hometown without smog, but he is not used to walking on the streets of Beijing.
Still wear a mask.
The wind was also so strong that it was hard to keep your eyes open.
Dr. Fang received a call from Su Xingchen this morning, asking if he could come and see him; of course, Dr. Fang said yes, because he also wanted to know about Su Xingchen's changes.
"Doctor Fang, good morning." Seeing Doctor Fang, Su Xingchen was a little bit ashamed and afraid to walk over to Doctor Fang.
"Good morning, Xingchen, come and sit down." Doctor Fang greeted Su Xingchen kindly, and pulled a chair for Su Xingchen.
"Thank you, but... I won't sit down, I just came to see you." Su Xingchen said with a smile: "I don't have an appointment today, so we can't waste time."
He said and untied his backpack: "By the way, although there is only one Pueraria mirifica root I brought back from the countryside, it is heavy and chubby."
Dr. Fang saw the young man presenting Pueraria lobata in front of him, he couldn't help being surprised, and showed a heartfelt smile: "Okay, Pueraria mirifica is a good thing, thank you, Xingchen."
Su Xingchen felt a little shy from being praised, so he pursed his lips and said, "You're welcome."
After a few words with Dr. Fang, he offered to leave: "I want to visit my father. I'm afraid I don't have enough time, so I'll leave first. Goodbye, Dr. Fang."
Su Xingchen walked out of the consulting room with a sad but hopeful expression on his face.
It was completely different from the last time I left here.
Since he was going to visit his father, Su Xingchen bought a large bouquet of lilies from the flower shop. This was a flower that his father liked very much when he was alive.
That's right, Su Xingchen leaned over to the lily that was about to bloom, and sniffed it lightly.
The young man who quietly misses his father has become a stop-stopping scenery on the subway.
People don't know what sad things happened to this red-eyed young man, but he will never be stingy with his blessings.
Qingshan Cemetery in the suburbs.
Su Xingchen put the lilies in front of his father's tombstone, and while rolling up his sleeves for cleaning, he hummed lightly, "Dad, I'm here to see you, are you happy? Look, your place is so dirty that there are no mice." This is over for you... my son will clean it up for you."
"By the way, I'm back to my hometown, you know? It turns out that what you said is true, the second floor is really amazing..." Su Xingchen wiped the corners of his eyes, and smiled through his tears: "The owner of the house is really unlucky. He can't sleep well, and he still needs to be rented by me... So I, cooking and cleaning for him, have made him fat... "
"Would you blame me for being prodigal? Take the wife you saved for me so hard to support others..." Su Xingchen shook his shoulders and said, "But I'm only nineteen years old, um... I'm only nineteen years old... "
Dad has already passed away.
The sunset in Beijing is not always yellow and orange, sometimes it can be gray.
For example today.
Su Xingchen left Qingshan Cemetery, went home and tidied up the house, and then made himself another dinner.
"I don't know if Uncle Niu and the dogs have eaten..." Su Xingchen muttered, mouthful after mouthful of food. After a long time, he remembered that the owner of the house who doesn't like to eat takeaway, has the other party eaten
At the airport in City S, the owner of the house who doesn't like to eat takeout: "Hah!"
Yu Fengxing sneezed, took out a tissue and wiped it expressionlessly, and checked the time by the way.
The plane took off immediately and flew to Beijing.
The father of Professor Han, Yu Fengxing's mentor, will have his 90th birthday tomorrow. As a junior who must attend every birthday of the old man, Yu Fengxing will not be absent this year.
After the plane took off, the lights outside the window were bright.
Yu Fengxing stared at the night view of City S for a while, and then heard the stewardess come over and ask, "Hi sir, do you want to have dinner?"
"No need." Mr. Yu refused like a dog, and after the stewardess left, he put on a disgusted face, rubbed his stomach with pantothenic acid and said, "Whatever plane meal is eaten, it is impossible to eat plane meal in this life .”