Cong Rong paused and struggled, "Actually, it's not... Didn't I have a toothache a while ago? After drinking porridge for a long time, and because I don't know how to cook, I've eaten all the takeaways nearby, and I'm already tired of it." , it’s rare to eat home-cooked food, that’s why it happened, don’t mind.”
When mentioning the toothache, Wen Shaoqing suddenly remembered something, put down his chopsticks and said solemnly: "We have known each other for quite a few years, shouldn't we get along more harmoniously now that we are neighbors?"
Cong Rong couldn't bear it anymore, "We just knew each other for a long time, and lost contact for so long. The number of times we met can be counted on one hand. In fact, we don't know each other at all."
Wen Shaoqing came to a conclusion, "Because you don't know me well, so you always avoid me?"
Duplicity is inherent in women, Cong Rong retorted subconsciously: "I don't."
Wen Shaoqing said to himself: "Isn't it just that I know that you like me? I don't think there is any embarrassment and shame in this matter..."
Wen Shaoqing stabbed Cong Rong's weakness, and she immediately groaned, "Shut up! Don't mention it again!"
It was only now that Cong Rong realized that this was a grand feast.
Wen Shaoqing ignored her anger, and began to talk nonsense with professional knowledge in a serious manner: "Generally speaking, patients will go through five psychological stages when accepting their illness, just like you can't accept that you love me."
Cong Rong blushed, "I don't love you!"
Wen Shaoqing raised his eyebrows and concluded: "The first stage is the denial period, refusing to accept reality."
Cong Rong was out of breath, "You're talking nonsense!"
Wen Shaoqing was very satisfied with her reaction, "The second stage, the anger stage, mainly manifests as anger and anger, and vents his emotions on those close to him."
Cong Rong raised his hands, "Okay, I take back what I just said, I didn't say anything."
Wen Shaoqing nodded, "Compromise period. Patients who accept the facts become kind."
"..." Cong Rong covered his face, unable to speak a word.
Wen Shaoqing continued, "The depressive period. Patients will have a strong sense of loss, with reactions such as sadness, depression, and silence."
Cong Rong took a deep breath, looked up at Wen Shaoqing listlessly, and stood up, "Whatever you say, I'm done eating and I'm tired, so I'll go back first."
Wen Shaoqing looked at her and continued to summarize: "In the last stage, the patient basically accepted the fact and liked to be alone and sleep."
Cong Rong turned around and stared at him, "Are you finished?!"
"Individual patients will appear to flash back and forth, trying to make the last struggle."
A sense of powerlessness emerged from the bottom of Cong Rong's heart. She didn't know where her eloquence and eloquence at work had gone. When she was in school, she was also the main force in the school's debate competition, and her thinking was clear. , Responsive, logical, and organized, why does it often fall into the hands of a professional butcher now
Wen Shaoqing finally said something right, she needs to calm down, so that he will not be interested in teasing her, whether it is Yirang or Wen Shaoqing, the above inferences are all valid.
After figuring it out, Cong Rong quickly returned to the dining table, picked up his chopsticks and continued eating.
In the following time, no matter what Wen Shaoqing said, she stopped accepting the trick, and responded with a smile and silence the whole time.
Wen Shaoqing is also well versed in the principle of not being chased by the poor, and the meal was finally finished without incident.
Cong Rong, who "doesn't eat spicy food", ate up the plate of chili pepper ribs. After drinking a whole glass of water, she still stuck out her tongue and yelled spicy.
Wen Shaoqing saw that the way she stuck out her tongue was very similar to Rang Yirang, so she couldn't help laughing, and even teased Rang Yirang at her feet, "Stick out your tongue and let me see."
Rang Yirang immediately stuck out his tongue, Wen Shaoqing looked at Rang Yirang, looked at Cong Rong, and smiled even wider, "It really looks alike."
Cong Rong turned his face to one side and rolled his eyes. He didn't look like a cold lawyer in his usual days. Seeing Wen Shaoqing get up to clean up the dishes, she quickly pressed his hand, "Let me do the washing. I'm sorry to ask you to wash the dishes after a meal."
When Cong Rong was washing dishes in the kitchen, Wen Shaoqing was washing and cutting fruits beside him. Cong Rong thought he was making a fruit plate, but after washing, he took out a tray-like object from the locker, plugged it in, and started I took out the yogurt I just bought from the refrigerator and poured it into a cup, put the washed fruit into the yogurt, sprinkled some dried fruit, and finally poured it all into the tray.
Cong Rong didn't wash the dishes anymore, and leaned over to look, "What is this?"
Wen Shaoqing spread the yogurt with a shovel, "Haven't you seen it? Fried ice machine."
Cong Rong's eyes lit up, "Fried yogurt, I've always wanted to eat it, but there's nothing for sale in winter."
Wen Shaoqing waited for a few seconds, the yogurt quickly caked, and he sprinkled some sesame seeds on it, "In the future, don't buy yogurt with fruit pieces, you can buy ordinary yogurt and add fruit yourself."
Cong Rong absently replied with one word: "Oh."
Wen Shaoqing debunked her slowly, "'Oh' means 'I won't even do what you said'?"
"Uh..." Cong Rong coughed lightly, "I don't like fruits."
"Generally speaking, most people who say they don't like fruit are too lazy to wash or peel the fruit."
Cong Rong was dumbfounded, what a man with a poisonous tongue!
Wen Shaoqing scooped up the clumped yogurt and put it in a small bowl, and handed it to Cong Rong, with a smile on his lips, "I'm sorry, the patient read too much and listened to too many excuses, so I summed it up."
Cong Rong looked at the hand holding the bowl in mid-air, but didn't answer.
Wen Shaoqing's hand is one of her rare hands that can be called beautiful. It is clean and slender, with well-defined knuckles. It is not delicate and delicate like a woman. It may be because of holding a scalpel all year round. It looks slightly rough. Feel reassuringly powerful rough.
She felt that she could no longer be seduced by food and sex. Wen Shaoqing's behavior of hitting a sweet date with a stick and hitting a sweet date with another stick would have turned her back on someone else, just because of the "sweet date" Wen Shaoqing gave "It's too much for her appetite, which makes her fall into his hands every time.
"Don't eat?" Wen Shaoqing handed the small bowl to her eyes again, "There's nothing shameful about being a foodie. Food, sex, and sex."
She didn't pick it up, so he kept holding it up.
Food, sex, Wen Shaoqing has both, so she had to admit it.
Cong Rong frowned and took it.
Wen Shaoqing cooked another portion in two or three strokes, bent down and put it in front of Rang Yirang, washed the fried ice machine and put it away, then went on to wash the dishes that Cong Rong hadn't finished washing.
Cong Rong was eating happily with a small bowl, and when he saw it, he quickly put down the bowl to stop him, "I'll do it! It's agreed that I'll wash it."
Wen Shaoqing stopped her and looked up at her seriously, "Most doctors are obsessed with cleanliness, you know that?"
Cong Rong looked puzzled, "I know."
Wen Shaoqing pointed to the bowls and chopsticks, "The bowls that have been cleaned by others will make people who are obsessed with cleanliness feel uncomfortable, and they will clean them again by themselves, you know?"
Cong Rong put down the bowl embarrassingly, wiped his hands, "I seem to have heard..."
Wen Shaoqing smiled in satisfaction when she saw her stepping aside obediently, "But that's not the reason."
Cong Rong was confused, "What?"
"You are not someone else." Wen Shaoqing drew a circle in mid-air with his dripping fingers, enclosing Cong Rong and Rang Yiyi, the drop of water fell from his fingertips due to inertia, and fell onto the back of her hand, Cong Rong Rong lowered her head to look, the drop of water slipped from the back of her hand again, and flowed to the palm of her hand.
Cong Rong clenched his fists violently, not knowing what to grab, but felt his palms were wet and greasy. She understood his nonsensical words, and her heart beat like a beating.
For the first time, she didn't get angry because she was rowed with a dog. She looked down at Rang Yiyi who was lying on the ground eating yogurt. That eating appearance was probably exactly the same as herself just now.
The atmosphere suddenly became awkward, and the two stopped talking. Wen Shaoqing just finished washing the dishes, and wiped his hands slowly and looked at Cong Rong.
Cong Rong took a deep breath, does this person not know what embarrassment is? Don't you know how to wash slowly? !
She was flustered by Wen Shaoqing's stare, and she changed the subject bluntly with a dry smile: "Do you also like fried yogurt?"
Wen Shaoqing raised his chin and pointed to the pet lying on the ground, "Rang Yirang likes to eat, and often cooks for him."
"..." Cong Rong held a small bowl and wondered whether he should continue eating. He probably regarded her as his second pet, right
Cong Rong was flustered by Wen Shaoqing's half teasing, and went home after eating the yogurt.
After living in peace for a few days, Cong Rong found that being a neighbor with Wen Shaoqing was not so unacceptable.
Occasionally, when I get up early, I will meet Wen Shaoqing who came back from morning exercise in the elevator. When I get up late, I will meet Wen Shaoqing who is coming back from night shift. I will meet Wen Shaoqing who is coming back from get off work early in the evening. When I come back late, I will meet Wen Shaoqing who is walking the dog. I will also meet Wen Shaoqing who is shopping, and occasionally when I go out on weekends. Every time she went out, she would subconsciously glance at the opposite door, thinking about whether he was there, or whether she would suddenly open the door and walk out.
Just like normal neighbors...with a little bit of elusive thoughtfulness added.
Habit is a terrible thing, and it only takes seven days to develop it. When you are used to seeing someone without looking up and down, and this person suddenly disappears, you will panic in your heart.
Cong Rong hasn't seen Wen Shaoqing for several days, and there is no movement at the opposite door. She couldn't ask Zhong Zhen directly, so she simply suppressed her curiosity.
The curiosity in my heart can still be suppressed, but the mouth that was fed by Wen Shaoqing is not so easy to control.
On the weekend, Cong Rong was about to go downstairs to look for food, but suddenly found that the opposite door was open, and vaguely heard the sound of giving way.
Cong Rong went to knock on the door without thinking, and then gently pushed open the crack of the door, and saw a man and a woman sitting opposite Rang Yirang feeding him, and it seemed that Rang Yirang knew them too.
The man is noble and modest, and the woman is gentle and generous, sitting quietly together is an unusually harmonious match.