Zhen Xiaoqi sat in the back seat of Qiong Dafang's electric car, wrapped his arms around his waist, put his face on his back, and asked him in a low mood, "Do you think I'm stingy?"
Qiong Dafang rolled his eyes secretly and shouted in his heart, "Of course! What do you think? Zhen Xiaoqi, you should be more sober!" But what came out of his mouth was, "No, you are more frugal and don't like waste."
Zhen Xiaoqi didn't seem to hear it, and leaned on him to stop talking.
At the supermarket, Qiong stopped the electric car generously, only to realize that Zhen Xiaoqi had not spoken for too long. He turned his head and tried his best to look at Zhen Xiaoqi, who was still leaning on his back.
"Xiaoqi? Xiaoqi?"
Zhen Xiaoqi didn't speak, he was a little anxious, stretched his hand behind his back, groped for Zhen Xiaoqi's face, but was grabbed by Zhen Xiaoqi.
Zhen Xiaoqi raised one hand and pressed it against the back of his head, preventing him from turning around. Holding his hand with one hand, he gently knocked his forehead on his back twice, and whispered, "Dafang, you are so kind."
The square of RT-Mart was crowded with people, and the stream was endless. Electric cars and private cars came and went, passing by them, but Qiong Dafang only felt that the surroundings were extremely quiet for a moment, only Zhen Xiaoqi's slightly aggrieved voice fell in his heart. This is Zhen Xiaoqi's unique coquettish way.
For more than ten years, whenever he thought how could there be such annoying spirits as Zhen Xiaoqi in the world, Zhen Xiaoqi used this tone as if he was his ally and weakly said "You are so nice", it seemed that he had suffered a lot. No one else can enter his world, only himself is his only one.
But the feeling of being relied on in this way is only for a moment, the next second, Zhen Xiaoqi let him go, jumped off the electric car happily, took out a crumpled promotional leaflet from his pocket, and pointed it to Qiong Dafang: "Six o'clock In the future, the roast chicken will only be nine yuan and nine, hurry up, I must grab it today!"
He pointed at the promotional page, full of ambition: "And this, this and this, I'm going to buy it!"
The hazy warmth in Qiong Dafang's heart was instantly blown to the ends of the earth. He looked at Zhen Xiaoqi's bright eyes, and couldn't help but stretched out his hand and squeezed hard on his red cheek from excitement: "I know!"
When the smell of the food in the supermarket came to his face, Qiong Dafang found in pain that his stomach, which had not had rice for a day, was squirming frantically, as if a hand had grown out of it, pulling his esophagus and throat. , his internal organs.
Just when Qiong Dafang was hungry and was drooling wildly, Zhen Xiaoqi had already pushed the shopping cart and rushed into the fresh food area like a soldier.
Discounted radishes, vegetables at special prices, and cheap pastries at night, and of course, he got the special roast chicken he was looking for.
Qiong Dafang followed behind him, staring straight at the delicious food he brought in, urging in a low voice, "Are you okay? Are you okay?"
Zhen Xiaoqi ignored him at all, stopped in the seasoning area, picked up two bottles of soy sauce, and compared them carefully, the unit price, the gram weight, and the strength of the discount.
Qiong Dafang couldn't stand his dawdling anymore - he was about to faint from hunger - grabbed the two bottles of light soy sauce in Zhen Xiaoqi's hand, without looking at it, he just put a bottle into the shopping cart.
He held Zhen Xiaoqi's shoulders and looked at him seriously: "Xiaoqi, although I think you are fine and there is nothing wrong with you, but you also said that people always say you are stingy, so should you do a little bit more? Change." He pointed to the shopping cart, "Buy a bottle of soy sauce and stop comparing."
Zhen Xiaoqi looked at the shelf hesitantly, and finally nodded reluctantly: "That's fine, just... just this..."
They settled the bill, carried the shopping bags that Zhen Xiaoqi brought, and hung the large and small bags on the electric car, and drove to Zhen Xiaoqi's house.
Halfway through, Zhen Xiaoqi tugged at the hem of Qiong Dafang's clothes: "Dafang-dafang-"
Qiong generously leaned over to the side of the road and stopped. He turned his head to look at Zhen Xiaoqi, and saw a heartbroken expression on his face: "I think, the bottle of soy sauce just now is expensive..."
Qiong Dafang looked at him for a while, and finally lowered his head in collapse and surrendered to the Great Demon King Zhen Xiaoqi: "Let's go back now, okay?"
Zhen Xiaoqi's face lit up in an instant. He hugged Qiong Dafang's waist and shouted happily, "Dafang, you are so good!"
Qiong generously manipulated his body, which seemed to be hollowed out, and made the electric car turn in a different direction.
Yeah, yeah, I'm so good, so I can't do anything about you.
Qiong Dafang listened to Zhen Xiaoqi's laughter all the way, and curled the corners of his mouth weakly.
When Qiong Dafang brought things to the sixth floor for Zhen Xiaoqi, his calf was already shaking.
As soon as Zhen Xiaoqi opened the door, he rushed in and spread out on the sofa, saying nothing.
"Too tired, too tired, why did you buy such an old house without an elevator?" Qiong Dafang was tired and hungry, paralyzed there, like a frog that was basking in too much sun, and was dying .
"It's cheap." Zhen Xiaoqi's answer was a matter of course, he sorted out the things he bought one by one, what could be stored for a few days, and what was going to be eaten right away.
Qiong Dafang looked at him in a slow manner, and finally could not take care of his own face. He slipped off the sofa, squatted down beside Zhen Xiaoqi, and begged angrily: "Xiaoqi, I'm really hungry, hurry up. Would you like to have dinner?"
Only then did Zhen Xiaoqi realize that something was wrong with him. Today's Qiong Dafang is not as energetic as usual. He asked suspiciously, "Did you miss lunch?"
"It's not just lunch, I didn't eat it all day today." Qiong Dafang admitted honestly, "Am I running out of money?"
"If you don't have money, wouldn't you ask someone to borrow a little? Usually, you invite this person to eat and that to have tea. How come no one will help you when you are in trouble?" Zhen Xiaoqi's face sank, his lips moved, I wanted to say something and held back.
He walked away without saying a word, and Qiong Dafang complained in his heart, not knowing where he was offended.
After a while, Zhen Xiaoqi came out with a steaming teacup: "Drink some water first, I'll go and make dinner, it will be ready soon."
Qiong swallowed generously, um, sweet, it was sugar water.
He drank it with gusto, and felt that his eyes and legs didn't hurt anymore.
He was lying there comfortably, the sound of pots and pans came from the kitchen, and the glass partition soon filled with water vapor, hazy, so that he could only see a vague figure of Zhen Xiaoqi.
In the bright and warm room and the clinking sound, Qiong Dafang put her hands behind her head, feeling that everything was just right.
Soon, Zhen Xiaoqi brought out the food, the microwave-heated roast chicken, and the simple vegetable noodle soup, which made Qiong Dafang's index finger move.
Qiong didn't care about talking, took the bowl and chopsticks, and snorted to eat. After taking two bites, a golden poached egg was turned out under the face.
He looked up at Zhen Xiaoqi, who, unlike him, ate slowly. Seeing him raising his head, he didn't forget to tell him, "Eat slowly, and I'll cook it for you when you're done."
Qiong Dafang was heartbroken, he lowered his head and swallowed the noodles, thinking that happiness should be like this.
He didn't dare to let himself think about it, and opened his mouth to break the too warm silence of the room: "Xiao Qi, your craftsmanship is so good, even cooking noodles is so delicious!"
Zhen Xiaoqi rolled his eyes at him unceremoniously: "That's because you are hungry. Don't be too happy. Ten yuan for a meal will be charged to your account first, and you will have to pay it back."
The atmosphere that was too gentle suddenly disappeared, and Qiong was relieved when he heard it, ignoring the little loss in his heart, he smiled and agreed: "Then remember it well, don't forget to ask me!"
After the meal, Qiong Dafang was like a big old man, burping, spreading his limbs lazily on the sofa, his eyes dimly watching Zhen Xiaoqi busy cleaning up the mess.
When Zhen Xiaoqi washed the dishes and came out, Qiong Dafang tilted her head and fell asleep in a daze.
Zhen Xiaoqi walked over angrily, trying to push the lazy guy awake, but when his hand touched him, he gently put it down.
He stood a short distance away, looking at Qiong's relaxed sleeping face with a complicated expression. This guy who doesn't treat himself as an outsider slept quietly and steadily.
The way he doesn't speak is actually a bit handsome, and his sideways head squeezes out a double chin that he never usually has, making him look soft and funny.
Before Zhen Xiaoqi could react, his hand had already reached out, Bingbing's fingertips touched it lightly, and bounced off like an electric shock.
It's fun and soft. He couldn't help laughing, but immediately as if frightened by himself, he took two steps back in horror, and hid back to his bedroom as if escaping.
Zhen Xiaoqi sat in front of the desk in the bedroom, with both hands wrapped around his head. He felt a little bit of depression, the kind of depression that occasionally came to him as an adult, and slapped him when he was uncertain.
Like tonight.
He took out a notebook from the drawer of the desk. It was a very old workbook. He used to collect all kinds of notebooks that others didn't want to write and draw.
He opened the book, and the last line of the last page read "Forty-three, Han Bo", with a thick black line drawn on it.
Zhen Xiaoqi didn't stay on this page for much longer. He turned to the first page and looked at the only line of words on this page, but he could no longer see what was written at the beginning.
This line of characters has been repainted with black water pen, and the person who painted it must have made a great determination.
Zhen Xiaoqi stared at this page for a long time. When the emotions that were rushing to the right and left slowly calmed down in his heart and rotted on the muddy bottom of his heart, he gently pressed his eyelids.
My eyes are a bit sore, and there are too many reports to be correct recently. He plans to take his medical insurance card and go to the pharmacy to brush some eye drops tomorrow.
Zhen Xiaoqi took out a quilt from the cabinet and threw it gently on Qiong Dafang who was lying on the sofa.
He wandered around the living room angrily for several times, and finally gritted his teeth and turned on the air conditioner. After turning on the air conditioner, Zhen Xiaoqi went back to his bedroom. After a few minutes, he came out again, walked gently to the entrance, and opened the meter box.
Looking at the spinning meter, Zhen Xiaoqi's face was ashen, he clutched his chest against the wall and took a few breaths before closing the meter box with a heartache.
Out of sight is pure, out of sight is pure, Zhen Xiaoqi hypnotizes himself. But when he passed by the sofa, he still couldn't hold back, glared at Qiong Dafang, who was slumbering ignorantly, his lips silently made a "pig" mouth.
He put his right hand in his pocket and seemed to be clutching something. After hesitating for a few seconds, he walked gently to the sofa, picked up the pig's coat, and stuffed a red RMB in his pocket.
Dafang went back with him to change soy sauce when he was hungry. He was so good.
Zhen Xiaoqi felt heartache at the same time, and felt soft at the same time.