With Ye Zheng's kindness in return, Jiang Kezhou cooked four dishes and one soup that night. When Ye Zheng pays attention, he can see that they are all his favorite flavors. He belatedly tasted the long-lost and familiar feeling of "being taken to heart" in a table of home-cooked dishes. In just a few breaths, the windows of the heart that had been leaking for many years seemed to be closed quietly, and all the bleak wind, rain and colorful lights were isolated from the outside for a while, leaving only a warm and peaceful daze.
Jiang Kezhou's craftsmanship is not top-notch, and all the dishes he makes are home-cooked. The only advantage is that "practice makes perfect". The child of the poor is the head of the family early, so it is not difficult for him to cook, but he eats in the cafeteria when he is in school, and his cooking skills are useless. It was still after Jiang Kezhou graduated and moved out, sometimes Ye Zheng socialized too much, his stomach felt uncomfortable after drinking, and he was very picky, eating this or that. Jiang Kezhou had no choice but to watch him starve to death, so he had to slowly pick up the skill of cooking. From then on, besides the bed partner, he had an additional identity, the cook.
Ye Zheng ate this meal comfortably and heartily, but Jiang Kezhou didn't notice his slight absence. After eating, Ye Zheng stacked the empty plates and bowls together, and was about to take them to the kitchen, but was stopped by Jiang Kezhou halfway: "Let me do it."
Ye Zheng reluctantly let go, he seemed to be reluctant to part with those bowls, and those who didn't know thought he loved the dishwashing business very deeply.
It's not that he can't do it, it's just because of his family situation, he doesn't need to do anything at ordinary times, someone will take care of his basic necessities of life in an orderly manner. It was also after Jiang Kezhou moved into this house that one time during dinner, the TV was turned on, and the two of them sat facing each other under the lights, and they happened to hear a sentence from a certain TV series: "The person who cooks doesn't wash the dishes, and the person who washes the dishes doesn't wash the dishes." Cooking. Take a look at you, you know how to eat, be lazy and do nothing all day long... "
Jiang Kezhou was inexplicably hit on the point of laughter, and burst out laughing.
Ye Zheng looked at him helplessly, struggled for a while, and said, "Okay, I understand."
From then on, all the dishwashing work at home fell to Mr. Ye. Ye Zheng had never encountered such a situation that was similar to taking care of him and taking care of him. He thought about it carefully and thought that everything was due to the fact that the atmosphere was too gentle at that time, and the gap between the two was almost transparent. He was willing to put down his body to wash the dishes, but it was just to keep a smile on that person's rarely smiling face.
In the past, there was King You of Zhou who played with the princes in the beacon fire, and was willing to smile lightly with his daughter; so now he condescends to wash two dishes, what's the big deal
But now Jiang Kezhou took the bowls and chopsticks from his hand with a low eyebrow, this polite move excluded him at once. It took the two of them several years to build up a precarious layer of warmth, but it fell back to the origin of the ice and snow overnight.
The room is warm, and the lights are also warm, but once people's hearts are cold, what can we do to get back to the original warmth
Jiang Kezhou's mobile phone on the coffee table rang suddenly. He heard the ringing in the kitchen, and was about to wash off the foam in his hand when Ye Zheng walked in with his mobile phone. The caller ID on the screen was Su Da, and Ye Zheng asked, "Are you answering?"
Jiang Kezhou froze for a moment, then nodded reflexively, and Ye Zheng picked up the phone and put the receiver to his ear.
The kitchen has a lot of space, but when two people stood here at the same time, it became inexplicably crowded. Especially Ye Zheng was standing behind him, supporting the cooking table with one hand and holding the phone for him with the other. He was tall and tall, as if he was in his arms. This realization made Jiang Kezhou's heart skip a beat, and he panicked for some reason. Just at this moment, Su Da's loud voice sounded: "Hey, Xiao Chuaner, what have you been up to lately?"
Half a bowl of water in Jiang Kezhou's hand was not stable, and it all poured on Ye Zheng's hand.
Ye Zheng: "..."
He raised his wet left hand, grabbed someone's wrist that was hanging in the air, pushed it back under the faucet, and mouthed to him: "Concentrate."
"Oh, yes. What's the matter?"
Su Da heard the sound of splashing water coming from his side, and asked strangely, "What's happening in your place?"
"Washing the dishes, what do you want me for?" Jiang Kezhou rinsed the two bowls and began to wash the dishes. Ye Zheng was like a big clingy dog, sticking to his back as if away from him, silently listening to Su Da's phone call with him.
"Isn't it almost the end of the year? A few old classmates contacted me two days ago, thinking about holding a class reunion before the year. A few of them were in S City in the past two years, and sometimes they would get together, but there were not enough people. Many people who went abroad this year have come back, planning to make a big deal. Are you coming or not?"
Jiang Kezhou: "Well, it's too cold, I'm too lazy to move."
Su Da: "Oh, you're so lazy. You're going to be exhausted just to catch your breath, right?"
Jiang Kezhou: "Go and play, I'm not very familiar with them."
Su Da: "It's okay if you don't know each other well, you still have me, baby~"
Ye Zheng: "!!!"
Does this bastard think he is dead? !
Mr. Ye, who was secretly dissatisfied, wrapped his arms around Jiang Kezhou's waist, and put his chin heavily into the socket of his shoulder.
Jiang Kezhou turned his head and mouthed tiredly: "Don't make trouble."
Then he said to Su Da: "Stop talking nonsense."
"Hey, it's a rare opportunity, let's come and have fun," Su Da said enthusiastically, "This is the revolutionary friendship of copying homework together in class back then. I heard Brother Xiang and Xiao Cao are back. If you don't go, turn around and see me." Let the two of them carry a big sedan chair to invite you in person."
Jiang Kezhou hesitated for a moment, because it was really hard to offend his friend, so he had to compromise: "Okay, send me the time and address. Thank you for your hard work."
Su Da smiled and said: "Why are you being polite to me, it's settled like this, you wait for my news."
Jiang Kezhou put the washed dishes into the cupboard and wiped off the water stains on the countertop. Ye Zheng noticed that since he put down the phone, the corners of his eyes and brows became gloomy, his eyes were scattered and melancholy, as if in a daze, but also as if nostalgic. The kitchen is equipped with a warm yellow ceiling lamp. His profile is pale and clean under the light, but he shows a tired look prematurely, as if he is deeply trapped in the smoke and dust of the world. .
Ye Zheng didn't want to disturb Jiang Kezhou when he was thinking about something, so he followed him out of the kitchen. When he was almost done tidying up, he said, "It's been a tiring day, let's go to bed early."
Jiang Kezhou was called back to his senses, and only then did he realize that he had left Ye Zheng aside for a long time. This kind of situation was very rare in the past, as long as Ye Zheng thought about it, his sense of presence would be strong enough to be aggressive. And he remembered that Ye Zheng hated others not paying attention when facing him, so it was no wonder that he was able to tolerate him until now.
"Oh, good." He agreed, "Then you...?"
Ye Zheng sat on the sofa and urged: "Go take a shower, I'll leave after you fall asleep."
Jiang Kezhou subconsciously wanted to decline, but was pinned down by him, unable to open his mouth anymore, so he turned around and went into the bathroom embarrassingly.
He is indeed very tired today, and Ye Zheng has been tossing around with him, so it must not be easy. Jiang Kezhou quickly got out of the shower and climbed into bed, hoping that Ye Zheng would leave quickly. In a place like the bedroom, he was somewhat afraid of Ye Zheng. After all, this place had the most memories, and some of them were not pleasant.
The mattress was heavy and slightly sunken. Ye Zheng turned off the bedside lamp and stared at Jiang Kezhou's face in the darkness. Even though he couldn't see clearly, he could still feel that he was deliberately shrinking back. He endured and endured, finally couldn't hold back, and asked, "Is that why you're so afraid of me?"
Jiang Kezhou immediately stopped moving.
"Forget it," Ye Zheng regretted the words as soon as he uttered them, and said, "Go to sleep."
Jiang Kezhou suddenly said, "Thank you."
Ye Zheng said without any emotional ups and downs: "I have already eaten the meal, so I don't need to say it again."
Jiang Kezhou seemed to have a short laugh, and paused for a long time. When Ye Zheng thought he would stop talking, he said with great difficulty: "It's not just you who helped me. Well, I haven't been... for a long time. Get behind you…”
He is really not good at expressing his feelings directly, and he can't understand a sentence. For a long time without showing his sincerity to others, pulling out the warm sparks from a handful of embers is tantamount to cutting open his liver and gallbladder and placing him in the light of day. Ye Zheng didn't know the struggle behind his words, but it was the first time he heard such a coquettish expression of weakness from Jiang Kezhou's mouth. Like a cat that refuses to be touched or hugged, it finally lowered its head to let people touch its ears, and opened its territory to him—
Tonight's cold wind, farce, doubts and endless anxiety all suddenly made sense.
Ye Zheng patted him lightly through the quilt, leaned down and leaned closer to his ear, sniffing at the back of his ear and neck, lingering and burning like a whisper between lovers, his voice was extremely low: "You're welcome, baby."
Jiang Kezhou had just taken off the armor before he could arm it back, and this man took advantage of it. One side of his body went numb immediately, alarm bells were ringing in his mind, and he was about to dodge, when an extremely restrained and gentle kiss suddenly landed on his forehead.
"Don't hide," Ye Zheng said with a smile, "Just this one, I won't trouble you."
"I'm going on a business trip tomorrow, let Xiaoliu pick you up for two days first, and don't be blocked when you go to and from get off work." He slowly pulled the quilt up to Jiang Kezhou's shoulders, "As for the class reunion, if you want to go, go to relax, if you don't want to go, don't Go. I won't force you, no one can force you, there is no need to give them face."
"Okay, go to sleep. I'll be with you."
Insomnia is Jiang Kezhou's old problem. When it is severe, even the ticking of the wall clock and stopwatch can make him unable to sleep. After following Ye Zheng, he actually improved a lot. Most of the time, they are exhausted, and they just close their eyes and fall asleep; or when they are sleeping under the quilt, they turn over a few more times, and Ye Zheng will hug him and follow his back one by one, like a person who is in a commotion. child. Maybe someone is with you, subconsciously knowing that you are safe, and you can quickly fall asleep in a daze.
I don't know if Ye Zheng is a sleeping pill, Jiang Kezhou felt that his mood fluctuated too much a few minutes ago, and he was afraid that he would not be able to sleep at night. After a few minutes, I was too sleepy to keep my eyes open.
Ye Zheng sat motionless in the dark, until he was sure that he was fast asleep, then quietly left the bedroom, closed the door and locked it.
On the way back to his residence, he called the driver to arrange the schedule, and his vague thoughts finally took shape in the long empty night and thousands of lanterns.
In the car stereo that was turned on casually, there were familiar tunes flowing——
"How to love, it's a pity that it's never recorded in the book,
Finally touched it out but the years do not come back.
If you don't come back, you will miss the spring,
May it bloom again.
There are a thousand kinds of love, and some need to be irrigated by love tears,
The withered tenderness will grow back in the end.
Wrong love is a must-have side dish. "*