Zhang Heng came to the Kanto cooking trolley in the dark, opened the curtain, and got into the trolley. Seeing a customer coming in, the uncle who sells Kanto cooking extinguished the cigarette that was already smoking in his hand, stood up, and scooped up the hot soup in the pot with a big spoon.
"Young man, what do you want?" the uncle asked.
Zhang Heng pointed a few things with his fingers and ordered a glass of wine.
While waiting, Zhang Heng looked at someone on the unlocking screen of the phone looking at the camera with a paralyzed face and an expression of nothing to do with me, and unconsciously sighed.
That's why others say why unrequited love is the scariest and most painful.
The uncle served the oden and placed it in front of Zhang Heng, sat down and poured a glass of rice wine and said, "Young man, what's the matter? A handsome woman like you will dump you?"
Street vendors have grown up in the environment of ordinary people, and it is inevitable to speak vulgar language. But these vendors are often the ones with the richest emotional experience. Although I may only be good to my wife, but after doing business for so long, I occasionally hear the emotional experiences of my customers who tell the truth after drinking.
Over time, the uncle will become a consultant for late-night emotional shows.
Zhang Heng picked up a piece of hot tofu and blew a few mouthfuls before sending it into his mouth.
"It's not even a broken relationship, we're not together yet..."
The uncle was even more surprised. Even such a handsome man as the commander has a woman rejecting him. It's really inhumane and inhumane!
The uncle folded his chest in front of him, and nodded half-understanding: "Is it because you have no interest... let me down?" The uncle put his head close to Zhang Heng's ear, blocking it with his hand for fear that the wall might have ears.
Zhang Heng put down his chopsticks, took a sip of his wine and asked, "What does it mean to have fun?"
"For example, when walking together, hold her little hand from time to time, when watching a movie, put her head on your shoulder when she falls asleep, and ask her to drink more hot water when she is sick... "
"Old fashioned."
The uncle said at a loss for words: "What a cliché! This is an effective way to pick up girls that my customers tell me!"
Zhang Heng took another bite of the oden and said, "Uncle, aren't your guests all middle-aged uncles who are already bald? Like you."
"..." Uncle was reminded by Zhang Heng, it really seems to be like this...
Facing the uncle's speechlessness, Zhang Heng didn't say much, just ate oden in silence.
The nights in Tokyo, especially the nights in late summer and early autumn, are also cool. Zhang Heng was only wearing a thin bathrobe, despite the heat of the Guandong cooking and the warmth of the wine, Zhang Heng still felt the coolness coming from the back of his back.
"Uncle, do you think I should take the initiative? He is a bit sullen and doesn't take the initiative. But I don't want to be too active. I'm afraid I will frighten him. Several times I have thought about that..." Zhang Heng sighed again.
The uncle lit a cigarette again. Tobacco has always been a good friend of these small vendors pushing their carts and wandering in the streets amidst the neon lights for long lonely nights.
"Well, women still want to be more reserved. They want to be a pure girl in front of each other, but unfortunately they are not."
"..." From the beginning when the uncle mistakenly thought that the person he liked was a girl, in fact the uncle had no right to speak.
But the uncle still continues to sell his chicken soup oden.
"If you weren't active before, I guess you were doing those TV shows.
It's something that a spare tire will do, right? "
Woc... Uncle, you also understand the meaning of spare tire. China's Internet culture is extensive and profound.
The uncle continued to express his opinions in a straight-forward manner: "You must have helped people solve many problems in order to impress them, right? Let people think you are very warm, right? Let me tell you, women nowadays like to be more domineering!"
"..." I am the president, and I can be domineering occasionally. Am I really following the plot direction of the male second? Zhang Heng incidentally recalled what happened after reuniting with Gu Zhun seven years later.
Solving employment problems, clarifying innocence, standing up for my sister... There is quite a plot line for the male second. Generally, the male one will play with the female one everywhere and make love at the end with a kiss.
Moreover, apart from confessing my love twice (once at the wall of the hot spring, and once at the silence of the fans just now), I didn't even hold hands or kiss...
Gu Zhun said: "If you don't like me, if you don't love me anymore, won't you be nice to me?"
Zhang Heng could feel Gu Zhun's insecurity from inside.
Does Gu Zhun not trust himself? Did he think my confession was just a joke
Zhang Heng lowered his head, there were still a few meatballs in the bowl, and Zhang Heng had no intention of eating them.
Gu Zhun looked at the clock and found that Zhang Heng hadn't come back so late, so he was very worried, thinking that something happened to Zhang Heng.
Gu Zhun didn't worry about the cold nights in Tokyo in late summer and early autumn, he just put on the light blue shirt he wore during the day and rushed out.
I hope that nothing will happen to Zhang Heng... Otherwise, I will be a sinner through the ages.
"Guest, where are you going?" The kind proprietress standing at the front desk worriedly asked Gu Zhun who was hurriedly running down the stairs.
Gu Zhun couldn't understand much Japanese, so he could barely know that the proprietress cared about him. So, I will explain the conversations and words I learned from everyday Japanese books in bits and pieces.
"I, that want to find... my friend... where did he, go, go? You, do you know?"
The proprietress smiled and nodded, "He went out in a bathrobe. He probably went to eat oden. The guests here like the oden in that store."
Gu Zhun politely interrupted the proprietress' endless memory mode with "Arigado" for the time being, and set off to find Zhang Heng.
Gu Zhun walked along the cobblestone road to search all the way along the street. The dim light shone on Gu Zhun, making him look a little cramped and lonely.
Although Gu Zhun actually knew in his heart that Zhang Heng was a mature and stable person who would not do anything carelessly, but Zhang Heng had always been revolving around himself, it seemed that the focus of his life was not himself but Gu Zhun himself.
When meeting such a person, what else can Gu Zhun say
Zhang Heng, you are so kind to me, but I dare not promise you anything...
While running, the surrounding cold wind was blowing towards him, but Gu Zhun still didn't dare to slow down. His heart was even more anxious.
Zhang Heng was still sitting in the small car of Kanto Cooking, drinking wine one after another. It was originally about him and Gu Zhun, but now it turned into an oden uncle smoking a cigarette and talking about his own family affairs like a middle-aged woman.
Why does my daughter go home to see her father often after she has found a boyfriend in college? Why does my son who is still in junior high school always focus on playing football and refuse to study? Why does my wife always prodigal go to China to buy cosmetics? …
Zhang Heng just drank the wine without saying a word, listening to Uncle Guandong Cooking there
Talking nonsense. There won't be any guests at this time, and Uncle Oden Cooking and Zhang Heng are blowing wildly until the early hours of the morning.
However, Zhang Heng didn't know that it was already close to twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, and there were still people running outside looking for him.
"Where are you?" Gu Zhun ran to the distance from the Guandong cooking cart, but he still didn't see Zhang Heng's back even though he looked around. Finally, the moment he turned his head, he saw a familiar figure from the back—the figure of Zhang Heng, wearing a dark blue bathrobe.
"Zhang Heng." Gu Zhun stood behind the curtain of the Kanto cooking trolley, without opening the curtain to poke in. Therefore, Zhang Heng and Gu Zhun were separated by a small curtain. Those on the inside cannot see the outside, and those on the outside cannot see the inside.
"Gu Zhun...?" Hearing that it was Gu Zhun's voice, Zhang Heng put down his wine glass, but he didn't open the curtain to look at Gu Zhun, but emptied his eyes as if looking at something that didn't exist.
Uncle Guandong Cooked heard Zhang Heng's sudden words, and realized that it might be the sweetheart Zhang Heng just said: "The girl you like?"
Zhang Heng said nothing: "..." The uncle also closed his mouth wisely, listening to what the people outside had to say.
"Zhang Heng, let's go back." Gu Zhun, who had a very sparse facial expression, now frowns tightly and bites his lip—as if he is enduring something—enduring crying.
"I reject you because I'm afraid of what you'll do to me. To be honest, I'm not that mentally prepared yet... I don't know if we're a good fit. "
"You are so good to me, so good that I can't refuse... But I dare not guarantee our future, after all... Moreover, the deeper you love me, the more you will eventually hate me and hate me even more. ?”
"You said you liked me, and I know your liking is true. But—are we really suitable?"
After all, Gu Zhun was just full of doubts about whether he could go with Zhang Heng in the long run. He didn't want himself to get hurt, and he didn't want Zhang Heng to get hurt either. In order to prevent everyone from hurting each other, we should cut off the signs at the very beginning, not communicate with each other, and only be friends.
Gu Zhun lowered his head and said nothing more.
Zhang Heng pinched the rim of the wine glass with his index finger and thumb and said, "Then, are you willing to give me and yourself a chance to try?"
"ah… ?"
Without waiting for Gu Zhun to ask clearly, Zhang Heng got up and lowered his waist to open the curtain, grabbed Gu Zhun's shoulder with one hand, and supported the curtain with the other. Caught off guard, he kissed Gu Zhun's lips like a superficial touch.
In about two seconds, Zhang Heng let go of Gu Zhun. Gu Zhun's lips were still burning hot, and his heart was still beating. There was no time to care about whether passers-by around saw this scene.
Zhang Heng put down the Kanto cooking money and said, "Uncle, thank you for taking me in tonight. I'll accept your chicken soup."
"Oh! You're welcome!" The uncle collected the money and gave Zhang Heng a thumbs up to encourage Zhang Heng to move on. Then he realized, "What is chicken soup?"
Zhang Heng and Gu Zhun strolled on the street, because their minds were put down, their bodies relaxed, and the cold wind around them also eroded them.
Because he often goes swimming in winter, Zhang Heng is quite resistant to the cold, but Gu Zhun sneezed several times along the way.
Zhang Heng stretched out his arms and hugged Gu Zhun who was beside him in the hollow of his shoulder.
"Will you try?"
"Hmm..." Gu Zhun answered in a low voice with his head down, his shy expression could be seen through the crimson earlobes.
Zhang Heng was inexplicably happy.
(end of this chapter)