[Can you teach me.]
Yang Zhao put the phone on the table in front of him, and continued to read Yang Jintian's test paper. After a while, she looked up, but there was still no movement on the phone. After thinking about it, she felt that Chen Mingsheng had rejected her.
Yang Zhao put down his pen, took a sip of water, and continued to read the test paper.
Just when she was about to throw the phone aside, the phone vibrated. She thought the text message was coming, but found that the vibrating sound never stopped.
It's a call.
Yang Zhao took the phone, looked at the three words "Chen Mingsheng" displayed on the screen, and slowly pressed to answer.
"Hello?"
"it's me."
"I know."
Chen Mingsheng paused, and then said, "You said just now that you want to learn how to cook?"
Yang Zhao said, "Yes."
Chen Mingsheng said, "What are you learning to cook for?"
Yang Zhao said: "I took my brother home to live in, and I want to cook for him in the evening."
Chen Mingsheng smiled on the phone and said, "Order takeaway."
"He doesn't like takeaway, and..." Yang Zhao said, paused for a moment, and continued, "And, I want to make it for him myself. Can you teach me."
After Yang Zhao finished speaking, he heard a soft ringing on the phone, like the sound of a lighter. Chen Mingsheng seemed to be lighting a cigarette.
"Is there no one in your family who can cook? Why do you want me to teach you?"
Yang Zhao said, "I want to learn from you."
Chen Mingsheng didn't speak, but Yang Zhao said again, "I can pay your tuition."
Chen Mingsheng said in a low voice, "How much is the tuition fee?"
Yang Zhao really thought about it seriously, and then said: "Learn a dish, two hundred yuan, do you think it's okay?"
Chen Mingsheng couldn't hold back, and chuckled lightly. Listening to the low, short laughter, Yang Zhao felt his face against the phone getting hotter and hotter.
"Chen Mingsheng, don't laugh."
Chen Mingsheng took a puff of smoke and said, "Okay, don't laugh."
"Then do you agree?"
Chen Mingsheng said flatly, "Agree to what."
Teach, cook, and cook.
The words Yang Zhao was going to blurt out were stuck on the edge of his mouth. She felt an inexplicable shame and took a deep breath, but nothing changed.
"Huh?" Chen Mingsheng didn't hear Yang Zhao's reply, so he asked, "Agreed to what?"
Yang Zhao could clearly hear Chen Mingsheng's relaxation, which was in stark contrast to her current situation, and Yang Zhao felt that he was at a disadvantage.
She pushed the desk, stood up, and came to the window sill.
Outside the window is the deep night, occasionally a few lights, telling the story of the sleepless.
"Chen Mingsheng." Yang Zhao crossed his arms and looked out the window quietly. "Are you kidding me?"
Chen Mingsheng hummed without hesitation.
Yang Zhao felt that his face was burning instantly, it was so hot.
"Chen Mingsheng!"
There was another low laugh on the phone, and Chen Mingsheng said, "Miss Yang, don't get angry."
Yang Zhao calmed down for a while, and said, "Call me Yang Zhao."
"You don't forget at this time..." Chen Mingsheng almost admitted it, and said, "Well, Yang Zhao."
Yang Zhao didn't speak, she looked at a small bug outside the window, crawling around aimlessly along the crack of the glass, as if fascinated.
"You..." Yang Zhao didn't speak for a long time, Chen Mingsheng said hesitantly, "Are you angry?"
Yang Zhao looked away, and Chen Mingsheng said again: "I was just joking, don't worry about it."
Listening to his words, Yang Zhao felt sensitively that he seemed to crawl out of that unfavorable position where he had no power to fight back. She switched hands to hold the phone, but still said nothing.
"Yang Zhao?" Chen Mingsheng called her, "Why don't you speak... Are you really angry?"
Yang Zhao listened carefully.
Chen Mingsheng waited for a while, but before seeing Yang Zhao's reply, he said, "That's it for now, I'll hang up."
Yang Zhao suddenly said, "I'm not angry."
Chen Mingsheng suppressed a smile, "Yes."
At that moment, Yang Zhao knew that he had fallen back into the unfavorable pit just now, and this time he would never be able to climb out again.
Chen Mingsheng said, "What kind of cooking do you want to learn?"
Yang Zhao thought for a while and said, "Anything is fine, suitable for children."
Chen Mingsheng said, "Is your brother the one from last time?"
Only then did Yang Zhao remember, and said, "That's right, it's the one you beat up."
Chen Mingsheng laughed lowly and said, "I didn't touch him."
Yang Zhao frowned, and said, "You didn't touch him? Would you like to show you the injury certificate? I can definitely sue you for soft tissue damage."
Chen Mingsheng didn't speak.
Yang Zhao immediately realized that she had spoken too seriously, she lowered her head slightly and said, "I..."
"I really didn't move him." Chen Mingsheng said in a low voice, "I just grabbed his wrist at that time, and when he broke free by himself, he hit the car."
Yang Zhao really wanted to say, so you have no responsibility, but she also felt that this should not be said now.
"Let's not talk about it," Yang Zhao said.
Chen Mingsheng hummed and said, "Next time... I mean, when you want to learn how to cook, you can contact me."
Yang Zhao said, "What time do you go to work?"
Chen Mingsheng said: "The car is my own, and I can do it at any time."
Yang Zhao said, "Then, shall we go tomorrow night?"
Chen Mingsheng said, "Yes, what time is it?"
Yang Zhao thought for a while, and said, "Xiaotian gets out of school at 9:30, and I'll pick him up after 8."
Chen Mingsheng said, "Then it's six o'clock. I'll go find you."
I will look for you…
These four words gave Yang Zhao a strange feeling, and she curled the corner of her mouth inexplicably.
"good."
"Then... I'll hang up first."
"… Um."
"Good night."
"Good night."
Yang Zhao put down the phone, stood there for a while, and then returned to the desk to continue changing the test papers.
The next morning, Yang Zhao got up at five o'clock to buy breakfast for Yang Jintian. After Yang Jintian woke up, he saw the tableware set in the living room, but he didn't speak.
Yang Zhao said, "Xiao Tian, sit down and eat."
Yang Jintian said: "I can't eat in the morning..."
Yang Zhao bought soy milk fritters, rice cakes and salted bean curd. She looked at Yang Jintian sitting dryly on the stool without moving her chopsticks, and said, "Why don't you eat it? Don't you like it?"
Yang Jintian shook his head, picked up a deep-fried dough stick, and ate it.
After breakfast, Yang Zhao sent Yang Jintian to school.
In the car, Yang Zhao and Yang Jintian said, "Xiaotian, take home the test papers from school every day."
Yang Jintian said, "What are you doing?"
Yang Zhao said, "I want to see it."
Yang Jintian frowned and looked out the window. Yang Zhao glanced at him sideways, and said, "Xiaotian, my sister read your test paper yesterday. You have the basics, but you haven't mastered the skills and methods of solving the questions. If you want to make up, you will be very fast."
Yang Jintian's mouth was tightly closed into a line, and Yang Zhao said again: "The tutoring course starts with mathematics, your mathematics foundation is the most—"
"Am I going to lose you like this if I can't pass the university entrance exam!?"
Yang Zhao's words were interrupted by Yang Jintian. Yang Jintian turned his head to look at Yang Zhao, and said, "I know, our family is a graduate of a famous university, and now I have such a shameless person, isn't it embarrassing to you!?"
Yang Zhao didn't reply, the car was dead silent.
All the way to school, Yang Jintian pushed open the car door as if fleeing, and Yang Zhaocai said lightly:
"Xiaotian, life is your own, no one will embarrass others."
Yang Jintian closed the car door with a bang, and entered the campus without looking back.
Yang Zhao drove the car home, read the book for a while, felt a little sleepy, and lay down on the bed to make up for it.
As a result, she slept all afternoon, and the phone woke her up.
Yang Zhao was still dazed when he answered the phone.
"… Hello?"
"are you sleeping?"
Yang Zhao heard Chen Mingsheng's voice, she sat up from the bed, "No."
Chen Mingsheng said, "I'm already here."
Yang Zhao reacted for a while before remembering the agreement made last night. She looked at her watch, it was already six o'clock.
Yang Zhao was a little flustered.
"You, where have you been?"
Chen Mingsheng said, "Your house is downstairs."
Yang Zhao got up from the bed and came to the window.
In the setting sun, a figure is leaning against a red taxi.
Being a little far away, Yang Zhao couldn't see Chen Mingsheng's face clearly, he could only see the top of his head and the black coat. He held his phone in one hand and leaned against his side with his cane.
Suddenly, Chen Mingsheng seemed to realize something, he raised his head.
Yang Zhao looked at his face, and it fell straight into his eyes. She didn't know why, but suddenly took a step back and hid in a corner.
A low laugh came from the phone, and Chen Mingsheng said, "What are you hiding from?"
Yang Zhao also felt a little baffled, she said, "Wait for me, five minutes."
"good."
Yang Zhao put down the phone and rushed to the bathroom. The woman in the mirror looked like she had just woken up, with disheveled hair and dull eyes.
Yang Zhao rubbed his face, patted it a few more times, washed his face well, and then used the first bottle on the sink, one by one.
After tidying up, Yang Zhao went to the cloakroom to get clothes.
Time was running out, she originally wanted to take a set of sportswear and put it on directly, but when she flipped through the clothes, she suddenly caught sight of a row of skirts hanging beside her from the corner of her eye.
She suddenly remembered the scene when she went to see Chen Mingsheng for the first time.
She pursed her lips, and finally picked out a linen skirt and a thin sweater with eight-quarter sleeves.
After changing her clothes, she rushed downstairs with her handbag.
Pushing open the unit door, Chen Mingsheng's figure appeared in front of him.
He was still the same as before, leaning on the taxi, smoking a cigarette with his head bowed, and he was not wearing artificial limbs, and his crutches were leaning on the side. Hearing the voice, Chen Mingsheng raised his head.
He held the cigarette in his hand, smiled at her, and said, "It's been fifteen minutes."
Yang Zhao came to him, panting uncontrollably.
Chen Mingsheng looked at her, "Did you run down?"
Yang Zhao said: "The elevator...the elevator didn't move on the sixth floor, so I just walked up the stairs..."
Yang Zhao's breathing was uneven and his voice was soft.
Chen Mingsheng pinched his cigarette and said, "What are you in a hurry for?"
Yang Zhao said, "I'm late."
"..." Chen Mingsheng straightened up, took the crutches, and said, "I bought some food, see if it's enough." He opened the car door and took a few plastic bags from the back seat. It is green vegetables.
Yang Zhao said, "I'll take you up. I'm going to the supermarket and I'll be back soon."
Chen Mingsheng said, "What are you doing in the supermarket?"
Yang Zhao felt that her sleep in the afternoon was too late. She lowered her head and said, "There is no pot, I'll go buy a pot."
Chen Mingsheng: "..."
Yang Zhao raised his head and said, "Let's go, you go upstairs to rest first."
Chen Mingsheng said, "Let's go together."
"Um?"
Chen Mingsheng looked at Yang Zhao with lowered eyebrows, and said, "I'll go with you."
Yang Zhao finally calmed down, she looked up at Chen Mingsheng, and felt that his face was much softer than usual under the afterglow. She nodded slowly and said, "Okay, let's go together then."