Early the next morning.
Zhuang Yi clicked on the recipe on the computer, and cooked a pot of shrimp porridge according to the tutorial. He doesn't know how to cook raw fried rice, so he went to the breakfast shop at the foot of the mountain to pack a copy during his morning run, and bought some spring rolls and soy milk to take back with him.
Yang Lu had already finished washing and came out. She rested overnight, and the hematoma around her eyes had subsided a lot, and her mood was not as agitated as last night.
Zhuang Yi filled a bowl of porridge for Xun Yuming, and put cold water and ice cubes in another porcelain basin to cool it down. Seeing her coming over, he said with a smile: "I bought some breakfast, you can eat whatever you want."
"Thank you." Yang Lu was thin and about 1.7 meters tall, wearing the clothes Zhuang Yi found for him a little dangling, and she looked more and more shy.
After Xun Yuming washed his face, he saw a tea-colored bear-patterned towel on the shelf, and it looked out of place with Zhuang Yi's white towel that was temporarily used yesterday.
He curled the corner of his mouth, wiped his face, and saw two aftershave lotions in the cabinet behind the mirror, one was the scent that Zhuang Yi usually used, it was light and fragrant, a bit like a forest where it had rained.
Another brand new unopened, strawberry flavor.
Xun Yuming went back to his room and changed into a shirt and trousers, put on his glasses, and went downstairs to have breakfast. Zhuang Yi was chatting with Yang Lu, when he saw him, he waved: "Come on, the porridge is cold."
"What are you talking about?" Xun Yuming sat on the high chair in front of the bar, facing Zhuang Yi who was standing inside. He put his hands on the counter and said with a smile: "We are discussing what type of man is the most attractive."
Yang Lu nodded at Xun Yuming and said, "Doctor Xun, last night... I'm sorry."
"It's okay." Xun Yuming's tone was flat, deliberately ignoring the topic to avoid embarrassment, "So, has the discussion come to an end?"
Holding a white porcelain mug, Yang Lu said, "Doctor Zhuang likes cool and well-behaved models. I like old men with rich life experience. We can't discuss it."
"What about you?" Zhuang Yi raised his eyebrows and looked at Xun Yuming, "What type do you like?"
you still need to ask.
"This..." Xun Yuming buried his head in two mouthfuls of porridge, and said lightly, "I think... as long as you have good moral character, politeness, cleanliness, and self-motivation, you should be pretty attractive. "
"I'm asking you," Zhuang Yi held a cup of coffee and took a sip, "Which type do you like?"
"Uh..." Xun Yuming wiped the sweat from his forehead and said in a low voice, "I never thought about it, maybe it's romantic."
Yang Lu smiled and said, "Seeking a doctor is quite idealistic."
Xun Yuming also smiled, and lowered his head to hide his blushing, "Discussion of love itself is based on idealism, otherwise wouldn't it be a paradox?"
Zhuang Yi didn't make a sound, and thought over and over in his heart: What kind of type am I? Am I romantic? Who do you think is the most romantic
In fact, he was secretly expecting that Xun Yuming would look at him and say, "I like your type."
But no.
The mood suddenly fell to the valley, Zhuang Yi put down the cup, went to the living room to bring a vase, poured out the water in it, and went to the yard to cut a bunch of lilies that were about to bloom and put them in the vase.
Yang Lu looked at his back and sighed: "No wonder you are so nice, Dr. Zhuang is so romantic."
Xun Yuming followed her gaze and saw that Zhuang Yi was squatting at the base of the wall to add food and water to the cat, holding a handful of pink lilies in his left hand. He wrapped the flowers in a layer of kraft paper and stuffed them into the mailbox at the door. After a while, the aunt who delivered fresh milk came and took them away.
"Yes." Xun Yuming murmured.
He is his last romanticism in this impetuous era.
Zhuang Yi returned to the kitchen, wiped the table, and said to Yang Lu, "You can go to the hospital with me later, have a brain examination, and then go to my consulting room."
"I..." Yang Lu hesitated, looked at Xun Yuming and asked, "Will Doctor Xun go too?"
Xun Yuming looked up at his watch, it was not until seven o'clock, "I can accompany you to do it, but... I think you'd better contact your family. If you don't go back overnight, they should be in a hurry."
When Yang Lu heard this, her expression collapsed, tears glistened in her eyes, and she smiled self-deprecatingly: "He won't be in a hurry."
Zhuang Yi and him looked at each other, and Xun Yuming immediately understood that at least in this city, Yang Lu probably didn't have a second family member.
"Your parents, do you want to contact them?" Zhuang Yi said solemnly: "As your psychiatrist, I have the obligation to warn you that you must keep a safe distance from your lover now, otherwise your life will be in danger."
"He won't." Yang Lu shook her head, the scars on her face were still there, and she had already started to defend the person who caused all this: "He just drank, and I'm to blame. He came back yesterday in a bad mood, and I kept nagging He, he was impatient for a moment... I was also at fault. "
Xun Yuming couldn't believe it, looked at Yang Lu and said, "No matter what the reason is, as long as he does something, it's his fault!"
If there is a conflict, go to the court, and it is wrong to beat someone.
"But he..." Yang Lu opened her mouth, speechless.
Xun Yuming put down the porridge bowl, and said again: "I want to ask you a question, you don't need to answer it." He wanted to ask since last night, because he really couldn't figure it out: "Why did you go back when he treated you like this? Looking for him?"
Is it because the economy cannot be independent
The windbreaker she was wearing was expensive, Xun Yuming didn't know the brand, but he could tell the material, and with Zhuang Yi's status in the industry, the consulting fee was so high that it was impossible for ordinary people to hire him unless they met him for charity.
How could a woman with such a financial foundation be tied down by a domestically violent man. Xun Yuming couldn't figure it out.
Yang Lu's slender eyelashes trembled, and a tear fell from the corner of her eye. She raised her hand to wipe it away, and said with a smile, "I've been with him since I was eighteen. I was only a freshman at that time, and he was already in his thirties. In fact, he He treats me very well. Over the years, he has never treated me badly financially. Whatever I want, he will buy it for me without hesitation. Although he will do it sometimes, I know he has me in his heart. He also regretted hitting me, but he couldn't control his emotions."
She smiled, like a dried flower swaying in the wind, "Well, old men, especially those who are successful in their careers and have power in their hands, must be more domineering. The main reason is that I am not very clingy, and I may have a bit of a temper with him. It doesn't fit."
"You..." Xun Yuming frowned more and more as he listened, he was not good at words and couldn't explain why, so he could only sigh.
Seeing his righteous and frustrated expression, Zhuang Yi curled his lips and asked Yang Lu: "Then what do you think about him attracts you the most?"
Yang Lu was startled, and smiled embarrassedly: "He is mature, knows a lot, and has style in every move."
"But..." Xun Yuming was about to refute, but Zhuang Yi raised his hand to signal him to stop talking, and continued to ask: "Then what do you think is the charm of this 'old man', or a mature man?"
Yang Lu thought for a while, then shook her head and said, "I can't say. Anyway, when I look at young guys, I always think they are naive. Let's put it this way, it's nice to be young when you fall in love with young people. But that kind of small interest, in the In front of a mature man who flips his hands like clouds and rain, it's not enough to look at him."
Xun Yuming doesn't take it seriously, there is something precious about being young, and being mature has the charm of maturity, but none of them is an excuse for domestic violence! But Zhuang Yi didn't let him talk, and he was so anxious that he could only fidget, so he picked up the cup and "gurgled" and took a big sip of water.
Zhuang Yi smiled and rubbed his heart, and continued to talk to Yang Lu: "I understand what you mean. Then I want to ask, do you think you have a beer belly, your face is oily, and your hair snows when you turn your head for a few days? Does the uncle in the Mediterranean attract you?"
"Are you kidding me?" Yang Lu didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"Actually, what you love is not age, but the accumulation of time." Zhuang Yi said clearly, "This man's authority, status, financial resources, knowledge reserves, rich and experienced life experience and principles, together constitute his charm. .”
"And all of these must take time to obtain slowly, so he has become what you call an 'old man'. To be honest, being able to have these shows that he is very capable and is a strong player in the invisible competition of life. Mu A strong mentality is rooted in human nature, and there is nothing wrong with liking this kind of man.”
"But do you know what violence is?" Zhuang Yi leaned slightly and said word by word: "Violence is the ultimate means to control a person."
Hearing this, Xun Yuming raised his head and looked at him with burning eyes, expressing deep approval.
It is indeed the type he loves.
Zhuang Yi tilted his head slightly, made a small gesture of "thank you for the compliment", and continued: "Since you think he is such an excellent man, then he can control you in countless ways, and there is no need to use such low-level methods as violence." .”
"To put it bluntly, if an old man wants to restrain you, do he still need to beat someone? With just a flick of a finger, he can make you unable to turn over forever. Do you have any misunderstandings about old men? Violence is a disease, and if it is not cured, it will endanger society. Don't use old men as an excuse, old men are very innocent."
Yang Lu was speechless, pursed her lips, and took a sip of water.
Xun Yuming patted her on the shoulder and said, "Let's go, go to the hospital and show you, I will ask the security department to call the police for you."
Yang Lu looked at him, then at Zhuang Yi, and went back to the room, looking quite lonely.
Zhuang Yi put away the bowl, washed his hands and went to drive, Xun Yuming followed him to the garage with the computer in his arms. As soon as he entered the corridor, Zhuang Yi suddenly turned around, pushed Xun Yuming against the door, and asked in a low voice: "Hey, look at me, do you have the charm of a mature man?"
"..." Xun Yuming was taken aback by him, and sneered, "You have the charm of mature nerves."
"You hurt my feelings." Zhuang Yi protested in English.
"Hurry up and get in the car." Xun Yuming's heart was pounding, he got out of his arms and got into the car.
Zhuang Yi shrugged, sat in the cab, held the steering wheel with his right hand to draw a circle, and reversed the car. He looked down at the rearview mirror, his slender neck was stretched straight, the veins on his face were clear, his eyes were serious and focused, but his expression was casual and calm.
Really charming.
Xun Yuming admired secretly, seeing his gaze sweeping over, he hurriedly turned his head and pretended to look out the window.
Yang Lu and the two went to the hospital to have a brain CT scan, and then followed the police called by Xun Yuming to take notes. Zhuang Yi sent her the injury photos taken yesterday, contacted her parents who were out of town, and sent them to the Bay Hotel together.
Returning home from get off work at night, Xun Yuming remembered that the room Yang Lu slept in hadn't been tidied up. He lived in Zhuang Yi's house for nothing, and always had to do some housework within his ability. While tidying up the sheets, I only heard a voice from the next door: "Pingtou has gained weight recently, but Little Tangerine still ranks first, with the most bulging belly."
Xun Yuming went over and pushed open the door, and saw Zhuang Yi holding the phone in his mouth, playing with the milk cat, "What are you doing?"
Zhuang Yi was startled by him, his phone almost dropped to the ground, "I... just take a picture."
He turned his back and whispered: "Let's stop here today, I have some work to do, so let's get off first."
"Are you videoing with someone?" Xun Yuming was worried about disturbing his business, so he went over to take a look, and saw him swipe his finger and exit the software in a hurry, and there were two words on the top of the screen - live broadcast. "You... how... you..."
He was so surprised that he was incoherent for a while, and he didn't know how to evaluate it.
Zhuang Yi cleared his throat, and said: "It's not what you think, mine... I just patted the cat and posted it on the Internet. Some people said they wanted to see it, so I showed it to them."
"Oh." Xun Yuming nodded vigorously, "So, uh... you are still a DVD dealer?"
He racked his brains to come up with an elegant name.
"What's the mess?" Zhuang Yi patted him on the head, "How many years have you not been online? This is called a pet blogger."
Also a DVD distributor, how can he not say a small-budget filmmaker.
"What is a pet blogger?" Xun Yuming asked with a question mark on his face.
Zhuang Yi looked at him with the look of a caveman, dug out various social media, and briefly introduced the Internet in the 21st century. After Xun Yuming understood it, he felt sincerely: "There are so many tricks now."
"Then are you also a pet blogger?" He asked again: "Can I see your account?"
"Uh... this..." Zhuang Yi rolled his Adam's apple, "It's too late, let's talk about it tomorrow."
He went upstairs while perfunctory, and went to sleep when he entered the room.
Xun Yuming became curious, followed behind and asked: "Don't you want to show me?"
But he really wanted to see that Zhuang Yi actually had this side, he never knew it.
"Tomorrow...tomorrow, good night." With a suspicious blush on Zhuang Yi's face, he pushed him out for the first time.
Xun Yuming had no choice but to purse his lips and go back to sleep, "Good night."
Zhuang Yi locked the door, clicked on his account with less than 200 fans, copied the URL, then found an online shop to get fans at random, and knocked on the customer service: "Are you there? Buy likes and comments on each video and transfer three sets of one thousand How much is it, please?"
The customer service sent a link: "Is the quantity so large, I suggest you choose a package."
Zhuang Yi didn't bother to look carefully, so he directly chose the premium package to pay, and asked, "How long will it take to get it done? I'm in a hurry."
The customer service sent another link: "You can take a photo of this link and choose to expedite it."
Zhuang Yi continued to pay, his heart fell to the ground, and he covered himself with a quilt and fell asleep peacefully.
In the early morning of the next day, he got up and brought out his mobile phone, only to see tens of thousands of reminder messages hanging on the software, and thought: "Sure enough, the efficiency is high."
Open the account and click on the video comment.
Netizen "professional high imitation plus satellite 151xxxxxxxx": "Substitute for all ˉ ˉ 〉 and 〈Silence〉."
A netizen "add fans and repost 15 yuan and 10,000 fans": "〆, 靑钟τ' is just a gorgeous funeral. わ"
Netizen "Internet part-time customer service": "Only $h1 a person is living on a certain edge ╮"
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