The Substitute

Chapter 69

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Facts have proved that Zhuo Yang is very talented in business and management, but his cooking skills are not up to par.

When I saw him clumsily grilling the meat, or strictly speaking, with only one hand and foot broken, I suddenly felt something in my heart.

It seems that some things have become very distant.

Even the distance between Zhuo Yang and me is the same. I no longer look at him from afar. My God has finally come to my world, but I am not as happy as I imagined. Instead, I feel a little confused.

Is that really the God I once was

Without us even realizing it, we have all slowly been transformed.

"Is it delicious?" Zhuo Yang looked at me nervously while holding the half-burnt pork belly. I also gave him face, picked up a piece and took a bite, resisting the urge to spit it out, and nodded in praise, "Not bad."

But even though I said that, Zhuo Yang's face quickly turned pale.

"It doesn't taste good, right? Don't lie to me."

I hesitated, but this time I didn't lie.

"It's not very good... It's burnt... The taste is also weird. But..." I took the plate from him with a smile, picked up a bite and put it in his mouth, "Despite this, this is the first time I've cooked for you in seven years... It feels weird, but it's definitely not bad..."

I should say it’s quite happy.

Although this happiness is belated, I am still very satisfied.

I took the initiative to hold Zhuoyang's hand, my eyes were sore, "Zhuoyang, thank you."

Thank you for everything you have done for me.

Let me remember your kindness in my future days.

No regrets in your life.

Zhuo Yang's body was very stiff, and it took him a long while before he gently hugged me.

"I should be the one to say thank you. I used to think that you should have an easy life at home... But it's really hard for me. I have a bad temper and bring all the emotions from outside back home... It's you who have always tolerated my willfulness and anxiety... It's you who has always led me on... So, don't say sorry or thank you anymore, because I am the one who is most qualified to say these things."

Zhuo Yang said a lot, and finally seemed to be persuaded by me. He had the strength to continue grilling the meat, and continued fighting with the plate in his hand.

I watched him making clumsy movements, and my heart was moved.

I really feel a little sad...

It was obviously the man I spent seven years to marry, but now I just handed him over to other women, especially that little fox Hu Ling. I really feel unwilling to accept it.

The more skilled Zhuo Yang's technique became, the better the taste became.

Although it's not at the chef's level, at least I didn't feel like vomiting after eating it.

That night, I ate a lot. So did Zhuo Yang.

He said he hadn't felt so relaxed in many years, and I agreed.

Not only did he feel so relaxed, I did too.

At the last moment, Zhuo Yang leaned over and kissed me.

I thought about it and pushed him away.

"I remember, I don't like it."

Zhuo Yang smiled, then came over and kissed my lips persistently.

"Don't worry... If you don't want to, I'll do it."

The sea breeze blew gently at night, and we leaned on the windowsill, watching the stars outside falling on the sea. It was particularly quiet, without the hustle and bustle of human beings, only the tranquility of nature.

“It’s so quiet here.”

I leaned against the door frame and felt Zhuo Yang gently move my head to his shoulder. A faint voice sounded above my head.

"Do you like it? If you like it, I'll give it to you."

"But, isn't this your friend's place?"

It seems that I said the wrong thing again.

Zhuo Yang paused for a long time before he slowly spoke: "They are already dead."

"ah… "

It would have been fine if Zhuo Yang hadn't said anything. As soon as he said it, I actually felt a gust of cold wind. I hurriedly climbed up from Zhuo Yang's shoulder, but Zhuo Yang held my hand with a smile.

"Don't worry, they died happily. Even if they become ghosts, they won't become evil spirits."

“But… that’s also a ghost…” Don’t blame me for being timid. If I had known this was a haunted house, I wouldn’t have come.

Seeing my timid look, Zhuo Yang seemed to be in a good mood.

"I told you... I'll have sex tonight."

"Cut it out."

After eating and drinking, I leaned on Zhuoyang's shoulder again.

"Are they leaving hand in hand with gray hair?" Looking at Zhuo Yang, he is not very old, yet he has such a close friendship with people of different ages.

"No." Zhuo Yang shook his head, "There should be some photos of them in this room, do you want to see them?"

I nodded, feeling really bored.

Unlike what I imagined, two white-haired old people dying hand in hand, the two people in the photo were very young.

I looked at the time and it was taken about a year ago.

The man looked very young, but the woman was obviously seriously ill. Not only was her hair grey, but her face was also pale.

"Did she die of illness?"

"Yeah." Zhuo Yang looked at the only photo in the album and nodded, "I guess so."

"What about this man... He looked very young... Why is he gone..."

Zhuo Yang stroked the photo album and didn't speak for a long time.

Just when I thought he would not answer my question, Zhuo Yang spoke quietly, "His wife and son are dead... He died with them..."

It's a suicide for love.

I feel the same way. Damn, is this still happening in society now

I can't do such a thing. I can love someone to the point where I can't live anymore.

Precisely because I cannot do it myself, I am a little curious about how strong a love must be to make a man give up everything, including his life, and still stay with his woman.

Unfortunately, this man named Song Yang can no longer answer my questions.

But it’s okay…

I heard from Zhuo Yang that the two died together. Perhaps they can continue to live happily in another world.

Because of this episode, I couldn't sleep at night.

I couldn't sleep, so I got up from the sofa.

It seems that I am not the only one who can't sleep.

Zhuo Yang didn't sleep either.

Seeing that I woke up, he handed me the warm milk in his hand and asked, "Can't sleep?"

I shook my head, bit my lip, and expressed my doubts.

"I just feel a little touched. Is there really such a love in this world where one person follows the other to death? I thought it was just a plot that would appear on TV..."

"Who said it wasn't?" Seeing that I didn't drink the milk, Zhuo Yang took my milk, took a sip and gave it back to me.

This bastard.

I feel like I shouldn't ask this question, but I'm still curious.

"So... if it were you... would you do something so decisive?" Abandon the prosperity of this world, end your own life, and follow her to another world

perhaps-

That world doesn't exist.

I don’t know how long I waited before Zhuo Yang slowly responded to my question.

"Won't."

Bang-

The heavy weight of my heart was lifted off the ground. Although it was a little painful, it didn't seem that painful because it was expected.

"Hahahaha... That's what I told you..."

I looked at Zhuo Yang with a smile, but I felt a little disappointed.

I didn't know what was wrong with me, but Zhuo Yang suddenly spoke at this time.

"But I will die for her."

"Because, to me, her life is more important than mine."

Now, I can't sleep even more.

Zhuo Yang said such a shocking sentence, then drank the warm milk and fell into a deep sleep.

I rolled around on the sofa for a long time and finally gave up.

Holding the quilt, she ran to Zhuo Yang's side and said, "I'll just lean on you for a while..."

I was definitely not scared, nor was I moved.

Absolutely not.

only-

As soon as I lay down, the man who had fallen asleep suddenly opened his eyes and asked, "Do you regret it? Do you want to come over and have sex?"

Veins on my forehead were throbbing. I pulled the quilt up to my neck and looked at someone with disdain, "You're pretending to be asleep."

"No." Zhuo Yang looked at me with a smile, "I didn't pretend to sleep... I just had a light sleep..."

Seeing Zhuo Yang's teasing tone, I thought he would laugh at me.

But in the end he didn't. He just covered me with the quilt and lay back in his own seat. After a moment, the sound of regular breathing came from beside me.

This time, I realized that he was really asleep.

I thought I wouldn't be able to sleep.

After all, in this spooky haunted house, the only man next to me was sleeping like a pig. The more I thought about it, the more scared I became. How could I sleep

But-

To my surprise, I fell asleep very quickly.

The room was gloomy, but I seemed to be enveloped by a warm light. I no longer felt the cold and slowly sank into a sweet dream.

When I woke up the next day, Zhuoyang was still asleep.

I had already left my original position and rolled into Zhuoyang's arms, with one leg pressing on Zhuoyang's injured leg without any hesitation.

Amitabha, I am so sinful.

I quickly got up while Zhuo Yang was still asleep. If he found out that I shamelessly rolled into his arms and fell asleep, who knows what he would think of me.

Just as I turned over and tried to get out of bed, the phone next to Zhuo Yang's pillow rang.

I was startled and pressed the phone reflexively.

call-

Fortunately, it was just a text message.

I shouldn't be so curious.

We are not husband and wife anymore, but even if we were, there are still privacy areas that we don't want the other to explore.

But in all these years since we got married, I have never dared to look through Zhuoyang's phone. Now that I think about it... it's really a bit of a pity.

As if there were some ghost or god haunting me, I opened Zhuoyang's phone and read the text message.

It turned out to be a photo.

A bloody photo.

Even though I am a fan of horror movies, I couldn't stand such a bloody scene in the early morning and I couldn't help screaming.

"What's wrong?"

I don't know when, Zhuo Yang woke up, and when he saw me holding his phone, his face changed, and he hurriedly hugged me and took the phone away.

Only I was still shivering after being held in his arms and comforted for a long time.

"What the hell is that?"