The dark gray city was shrouded in heavy rain, the number of vehicles on the road gradually decreased, and there was only the sound of raindrops falling in my ears.
Everyone was in a hurry, and the small platform on the street seemed to be forgotten.
Chen Ge carried his backpack and looked down at the reflections of the two in the stagnant water.
Zhang Ya held the umbrella with surprise in her eyes. She didn't seem to expect Chen Ge to say that.
The No. 104 bus left the platform, and after a while, the No. 4 bus entered the station.
"Mr. Zhang, the No. 4 bus is here, see you tomorrow." Chen Ge waved his hand with a very happy smile on his face.
He watched Zhang Ya walk towards the No. 4 bus, while he leaned against the stop sign, the smile on his face slowly disappeared.
"You can't go home, the moment you open the door, the night will fall, and it will be a new day when you come out."
"When the city falls into darkness, the hidden filth and evil should be exposed, and hopefully tonight will be rewarded."
Looking up, only Chen Ge was left on the platform.
The whistle sounded, the vehicle started, and the No. 4 bus quickly drove out of the platform. There was only a woman with a red umbrella left in the rain.
"Zhang Ya?"
The bus had already left, but Zhang Ya stayed where she was and did not get on the bus.
"Why don't you leave?" Chen Ge looked at Zhang Ya suspiciously, and the other party returned to the platform with an umbrella.
"I will prepare lessons in the office every day, and then take the last bus to leave." Zhang Ya pointed to the stop sign: "It seemed to be the last bus 104 just now, you didn't catch up, and you didn't bring an umbrella, I'm afraid you won't be able to return. Home, just like last time."
"I..." Chen Ge, who was eloquent and eloquent, was at a loss for words at this time, not knowing how to refute.
"You seem to be afraid to go home." Zhang Ya walked up to Chen Ge: "Can you tell the teacher why?"
"nothing."
"Is there a conflict with my family? Or is there trouble in life?" Zhang Ya's voice was full of concern, her kindness was innate, and people couldn't bear to deceive: "You are essentially a very good child. , the teacher can see it, but you seem to have a lot of things in your heart, and it seems that you have never really laughed happily."
Chen Ge didn't speak. The rain was getting heavier and heavier. Even if he hid in the platform, his clothes were still wet.
Neither of the two left. After a while, Zhang Ya opened the umbrella and looked at Chen Ge helplessly: "If you don't want to say it, I won't force it."
She beckoned to Chen Ge: "Let's go."
"Where to?" Chen Ge was stunned for a moment, he really didn't react.
"Go to my house first and change your wet clothes. Don't catch a cold."
"Is that bad?"
"Then can I throw you on the platform alone? It's too dangerous to rain so heavily." Zhang Ya shook the umbrella, she was like a mature big sister from the neighbor's house, and even the helpless expression was very good-looking. : "You really should have a good communication with your family. Many things are caused by poor communication, especially the conflicts between family members. Come on, stop the ink, and come quickly."
Chen Ge's own door could not be opened casually. In order to delay more time, he half pushed and walked to Zhang Ya's side.
The two walked along the road for a long time and finally saw a taxi.
By the time they got home, it was already dark.
"Is this your home?" Chen Ge had no memory of Zhang Ya's room in his mind. In his impression, Zhang Ya had always lived in the dormitory.
Pushing open the security door, there is a 60-square-meter hut. Although the area is not large, all kinds of furniture are complete.
"I used to live in the city, and then my parents got into a car accident. I lived in their house and I always think about the past, so I sold that house and bought a small house here. ." Zhang Ya seems to have come out of the sadness, she can tell these things calmly.
Of course, she may also be trying to set an example for Chen Ge. In the morning, after she knew why Chen Ge kept wearing high heels, she was actually very uncomfortable.
It is because I have experienced it that I can understand that feeling better.
Putting away the umbrella, Zhang Ya turned on the lights in the living room: "I arranged these furniture myself, how is it? It's not bad, right?"
While Zhang Ya was talking, Chen Ge looked at the trash can, and there were several cans of beer that had been drained, as well as the peeled carrot skin: "Do you still like to drink?"
This hobby was something Chen Ge never thought of.
"Occasionally, I only drink a little occasionally." Zhang Ya changed her shoes and tied the garbage bag: "I'll get you dry clothes, you wait here."
After a while, Chen Ge changed into the clothes that Zhang Ya brought, a wide-mouth T-shirt of Zhang Ya's own: "You can make do with it first, you may not be able to wear my other clothes."
"It's fine, this is fine." Chen Ge glanced down, only to realize that he and Zhang Ya were wearing the same style of clothes, but in different colors.
"Give me wet clothes, and I'll dry them with an iron. You go to the sofa to do your homework first. The exam is about to be tested, and you have to put some pressure on yourself."
Zhang Ya took Chen Ge and her own wet clothes into the bathroom. Chen Ge looked around. He put the half-wet backpack next to the sofa and opened it to check.
"Fortunately, the comic book and Zhang Ya's storybook are not wet." Chen Ge also wanted to do his homework and leave a good impression on Zhang Ya that could be saved, but he didn't even bring back the textbook.
A few minutes later, Zhang Ya walked out of the bathroom. She glanced at the watch on the wall: "Are you hungry? Let me see what else is in the refrigerator. Let's put a cushion first."
Zhang Ya took out a few tomatoes and eggs from the refrigerator. She should rarely cook. She felt like she was in a hurry. When she beat the eggs, she put the shells into the bowl, and quickly picked up the chopsticks. come out.
"Teacher, why don't I do it?" Chen Ge watched Zhang Ya cook with a smile in his eyes.
"can you cook?"
"Well, you've had a hard day in class. I'll cook you a meal, just take it as thank you for taking me in today." Chen Ge gently pushed Zhang Ya aside and opened the refrigerator to take a look. s things.
A few tomatoes, a few unrecognizable carrots, two cucumbers, a whole piece of tofu, half a long-standing chicken breast, a piece of lean meat, and half a bag of leftover mustard greens.
"It turns out that the fierce god eats the same thing as I usually eat."
"Do you need my help?" Zhang Ya doubted Chen Ge's ability. After all, not many high school students can cook now.
"Sit on the sofa and have a good rest, the kitchen is a romance for men." Chen Ge first took out two Xiaowans, put egg liquid, salt, and various seasonings in a bowl, and then put the half Long marinated chicken breast diced.
Pour water into another small bowl and soak half a bag of old mustard into it.
Then heat up the oil, cut the tofu into pieces, fry until golden brown, take out the tofu and set aside, then use the oil pan to sauté the onion, ginger and garlic until fragrant, and finally add the seasoning and golden yellow tofu to simmer.
Closing the lid of the pot, Chen Ge picked up the knife Zhang Ya had cut before trimming the tomatoes, and sprinkled them with sugar.
He took out the cucumber again, peeled it with a knife and cut it into rounds, and sprinkled it with a little salt and seasoning.
On the same plate, white sugar tomatoes are on the left, and cucumbers are cold on the right. One is salty and the other sweet, with two flavors.
After doing this, Chen Ge set up another frying pan, cut the lean meat into shreds, put it in the pan and fry it up, and then took out the crystal clear old mustard after soaking.
Chop up, stir fry together, and add seasonings.
At this time, the tofu simmering next to it is ready and ready to serve.
After a simple cleaning, pour in clean water, and Chen Ge put the remaining noodles in the refrigerator into the pot.
When the noodles are ready, the aroma of fried pork with mustard also floats out.
Serve the rice in the pot, and the noodles as thin as dragon whiskers are placed on top of the crystal clear mustard fried pork, which greatly increases the appetite.
"Teacher, come and serve the rice." Chen Ge glanced to the side: "Sizzling tofu, mustard shredded pork noodles, and I will have my homemade chicken rice crackers later. I think that chicken breast is about to go bad, so I think it's better sooner. It's better to eat."
Zhang Ya's eyes widened, and the scent kept teasing her taste buds.
The chicken breast soaked in the egg liquid is almost marinated. The final step is very simple. The diced chicken breast is coated with starch and fried.
Golden, crispy and fragrant, but Chen Ge was still a little dissatisfied: "If only there were bread crumbs, it would be more tender and fragrant when fried twice."
All the dishes were out of the pot, and the coffee table was slowly placed. Zhang Ya still couldn't believe that these meals were made from the leftovers in his refrigerator.
"The staple food is noodles. If you feel greasy with iron plate tofu and chicken popcorn, you can also get cold cucumbers. If you don't like salty salads, I also prepared white sugar tomatoes. The sweet and sour are very refreshing." Chen Ge looked at Zhang Ya whose eyes were shining, and smiled even more happily.
He briefly tidied up the kitchen, and sat next to the coffee table. Although Zhang Ya wanted to eat, she hadn't moved her chopsticks, apparently waiting for Chen Ge to join him.
"Then I'm welcome." Zhang Ya first took a bite of sizzling tofu, which was coke on the outside and tender on the inside, and the soup oozes out when she bites it down.
"Is it tasty?"
"delicious!"
Chen Ge sat opposite Zhang Ya. He watched Zhang Ya eating, and the corners of his mouth began to rise unconsciously: "If only I could cook for you every day."
Outside the window, it was pouring rain and thunder and lightning, but the two people in the house were enjoying a very simple and almost difficult to reproduce dinner.
After all the food was eaten, Zhang Ya went to clean up the dishes, while Chen Ge sat on the sofa. He forced himself not to look at Zhang Ya, but his eyes would always fall on Zhang Ya involuntarily.
As if feeling something, Zhang Ya raised her head when she put the tableware and chopsticks, just looking at Chen Ge's eyes.
In about tenths of a second, Chen Ge had lowered his head and flipped through Yan Danian's comic book.
"Is that your own painting? It's amazing!" After washing the dishes, Zhang Ya walked to the sofa. The living room is not big, and there is not much space after putting down the sofa and coffee table.
"My friend drew it."
Chen Ge closed the comic book, but Zhang Ya didn't quite believe it.
"Really? Actually, I like people who have a wide range of hobbies and talents."
"Then this is what I drew, and you discovered it." Chen Ge admitted decisively, anyway, Yan Danian can't appear now.
"You, I don't know what to say about you." Zhang Ya made two cups of tea and put it on the coffee table: "Why do I feel like you can do everything except study?"
"Almost." Chen Ge thought about it carefully, and he can indeed be said to be versatile and proficient in many industries.
"You're welcome." Zhang Ya shook her head: "It's good, it's a good thing to have your own hobbies and to work hard for them, unlike me..."
Chen Ge heard that Zhang Ya was a little lost, and he suddenly remembered something. In reality, Zhang Ya came from a dance background and won the first prize in the competition, but now she has become an English teacher. It's a profession that has nothing to do with dancing.
He moved towards Zhang Ya, picked up the cup of hot tea, and handed it to Zhang Ya: "Actually, I understand that you have been deliberately making yourself strong, and the first time I saw you, I knew that you were hiding in your heart. There are a lot of things that you just don't say."
The tea in the cup was steaming, and the two sat together.
A hand-made dinner brought the two closer together. Zhang Ya, who was supposed to be a teacher, was supposed to enlighten Chen Ge, but from an unknown moment, Chen Ge began to slowly open Zhang Ya's heart.
"Other people just think you are good, gentle and kind, but what I care about is whether you have been wronged."
Sitting quietly beside Zhang Ya, Chen Ge picked up Zhang Ya's bedtime storybook: "I've never had such an idea before, but when I saw you, when I approached you, I listened to your persuasion. Sometimes, when I walk with you, I always have a feeling that you are obviously covered in scars, but you still have to force a smile to comfort others."
After a long time, Zhang Ya raised her head. She looked at Chen Ge and wanted to smile habitually, but she couldn't.
"The first time I saw you, I thought you were familiar, maybe because we had the same experience." Zhang Ya took a sip of tea: "The teacher used to learn dance, I like dancing very much, I really like it. , I feel like I become a breeze when I dance, I can stretch freely without thinking about anything."
"Then you later..."
"When my teacher was in school, no one wanted to make friends with me. They said that my dancing was showing off my body, and they kept making up more and more outrageous rumors, but these were not the reasons why I gave up dancing in the end." Zhang Ya put down her hands 's teacup: "One evening something happened, I was practicing dancing in the dance studio, and a drunk guy rushed in, I was scared and ran around, shouting, hoping someone could save me, but no one come here."
"I ran all the way downstairs in my dancing dress, and finally saw my teacher, who helped me stop the drunken man behind me."
"I thought I was finally saved, but who knew the nightmare had just begun. When I came to school the next day, everyone was pointing at me, and I was called to the office before the first class was over. The drunk man was also there, and he and the teacher who saved me slandered me, saying that everything was directed and acted by me, and no one was willing to testify for me, and everyone in the class felt that this was the truth." Zhang Ya could no longer speak. He said, "I haven't dared to enter the dance studio since then. I didn't dare to practice dancing alone, and I didn't even dare to be alone for a long time."
Chen Ge lightly patted Zhang Ya's slightly trembling shoulder and made her lean on him.
"It's okay, we're inseparable, and I won't let you be alone again in the future."