Yang Zhao took Chen Mingsheng to the nearest supermarket. After entering, she took a shopping basket. Chen Mingsheng looked at it and said, "You should push a cart."
Yang Zhao said, "Use a cart?"
Chen Mingsheng nodded.
In hindsight, the cart suggestion was correct.
It was only when Yang Zhao started shopping that he realized that his kitchen lacked too many things.
Pots and pans, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, Yang Zhao filled a trolley to the brim.
"Is that enough?" Yang Zhao asked Chen Mingsheng.
At that time, they had been strolling around for almost an hour, and Chen Mingsheng followed Yang Zhao silently.
Women seem to have a natural talent for shopping. Yang Zhao looked at the two frying pans that Chen Mingsheng saw no difference, and took ten minutes to choose one.
Yang Zhao asked Chen Mingsheng for his opinion.
"Which is better."
Chen Mingsheng only hoped that she would finish buying them soon, so he picked one at random. "this."
Yang Zhao asked him flatly, "What's good."
Chen Mingsheng: "..."
So Yang Zhao seemed to understand that Chen Mingsheng didn't seriously give an opinion, and she began to trust her own judgment when it came to choosing the next product.
Therefore, Chen Mingsheng learned his lesson, and when Yang Zhao turned around and asked "Is that enough?", Chen Mingsheng deliberately paused for a while to show that he was thinking, and then nodded.
"enough."
Yang Zhao was very useful.
"so be it."
They bought good things, and when they finally got out of the supermarket, there were four big bags. Chen Mingsheng pointed to the bag and said, "I'll carry it."
Yang Zhao gave him one, and Chen Mingsheng said, "Bring them all."
Yang Zhao said, "There are so many, how do you carry them?" Because Chen Mingsheng was still on crutches and could only use one hand.
"It's okay." Chen Mingsheng stretched out his hand, "Give it to me."
Yang Zhao looked at Chen Mingsheng seriously, and said, "Let me ask again, do you really want to carry it?"
Chen Mingsheng smiled and said, "Yes."
Yang Zhao really gave him all the bags.
Chen Mingsheng held three in his left hand, hooked a bag with three fingers in his right hand, and used his thumb and index finger to lean on crutches.
Yang Zhao went home with him.
Chen Mingsheng walked beside her at a steady pace, neither fast nor slow.
When they got home, Chen Mingsheng put the bag in the kitchen, and Yang Zhao went into the house and changed into a set of clothes. When he came out, he said to Chen Mingsheng: "Wash your hands, let's cook."
Chen Mingsheng nodded.
In the kitchen, Chen Mingsheng helped Yang Zhao unpack the rice cookers and put them away one by one. Yang Zhao read the instructions carefully from the side.
She looked at it so seriously that she didn't even notice that Chen Mingsheng had placed the pots and bowls.
After a while, Yang Zhao finished reading the manual, raised his head—
Chen Mingsheng leaned on the opposite kitchen counter, watching her quietly.
There was no extra expression on his face, no refinement, no smile, he just looked at her quietly.
After walking for so long, he hasn't changed much. He may be a little tired, or he may not feel at all, Yang Zhao has no way of judging. She could only see his dark eyes and his short, neat hair.
She saw his missing legs, the legs of his trousers pressed against the kitchen counter, piled up in intricate folds. His remaining limbs were not thin... Chen Mingsheng was wearing a pair of off-white trousers. Yang Zhao looked at that body, and she could feel that it was still strong.
Yang Zhao's heart beat unstoppably fast.
She looked up again, and saw Chen Mingsheng looking at her deeply.
The sun had already set, but there was still a trace of red light between the sky and the earth. The kitchen was quiet, Chen Mingsheng lowered his head slightly, his gaze was silent.
That gloomy feeling became more and more obvious.
Yang Zhao was so overwhelmed that he couldn't breathe.
[If the direction you yearn for is a dark quagmire, will you still go forward.]
Yang Zhao stood up, and she saw Chen Mingsheng's chest move slightly, and his eyes followed her all the time.
Yang Zhao walked in front of him, raised his arms, stood on tiptoes, and kissed Chen Mingsheng firmly.
She held the man's neck with the hands that restored the exquisite artwork. She felt the skin under her fingers, the friction between her fingertips and hair roots, and the softness of her lips and teeth.
[I will continue, continue to move forward.]Yang Zhao thought.
[Because that swamp is so quiet and gentle.]
Chen Mingsheng hugged Yang Zhao and pressed her tightly against his body. The warm body made Yang Zhao gasp, his hands were dry and strong, hugging Yang Zhao's slender waist, and kissing her back made her tremble.
Yang Zhao raised his face and looked up at him.
When she just came home, she washed off all the makeup on her face, and her light eyebrows reflected his appearance. It was the first time Yang Zhao looked at him so closely, she said to him: "Go to the house..."
Yang Zhao didn't let Chen Mingsheng take the crutches, she helped him back to the bedroom.
Yang Zhao didn't turn on the light. She pushed Chen Mingsheng onto the bed, leaned on him, and kissed the corner of his lips again.
She felt the changes in Chen Mingsheng's body.
Chen Mingsheng suddenly grabbed her wrist, his voice low and hoarse.
"You think about it..."
Yang Zhao didn't speak, and slowly lowered his hand, covering it lightly.
Chen Mingsheng turned over abruptly and pressed Yang Zhao under him, supporting Yang Zhao's face with one hand.
Yang Zhao looked at Chen Mingsheng. There were blue veins on his forehead, his chest heaved and heaved, and there seemed to be countless things to say in his eyes. And in the end, his lips trembled slightly, and he only said one sentence——
"Yang Zhao, don't play with me..."
Yang Zhao raised his hand and untied Chen Mingsheng's belt.
"Hurry up, I have to pick up Xiaotian from school."
Chen Mingsheng looked at Yang Zhao for a long while, and finally let out a chuckle.
He took off Yang Zhao's clothes three times. Yang Zhao is a well-maintained woman, her body is fair and soft, with a faint body fragrance. She clearly presented herself in front of Chen Mingsheng, without any shyness.
Yang Zhao pulled Chen Mingsheng's trouser pocket, raised his head slightly, and whispered in his ear, "Take it off."
Chen Mingsheng looked down at her, "Come here."
Yang Zhao pulled out his belt and unbuttoned his pants. Fade halfway, hook it with your toes, and pull it to the end.
Chen Mingsheng bowed his head to kiss her again, and pressed Yang Zhao tightly against his body. Yang Zhao heard that Chen Mingsheng's breath was a little uneven. He held her head and said in a low voice, "Is there any?"
Yang Zhaosui pointed to the bedside table, Chen Mingsheng propped himself up, and opened the cabinet.
Most of his body passed Yang Zhao, and his waist was just in front. Yang Zhao saw the amputated limb in the dark.
The first time I saw it, Chen Mingsheng was ill, and his legs were so red and swollen.
now...
Yang Zhao gently touched it with his hand.
Chen Mingsheng suddenly stopped.
Yang Zhao didn't notice him, she looked at the leg, it was in her hand.
Just like she thought before, Chen Mingsheng's severed limb was not thin.
It is like a unique individual... Yang Zhao thought, the life inside it is vigorous, but it is trapped in this short piece of flesh. And this slender scar is like a closed door, closing all the good things on the other side of the door.
Maybe it was a little itchy from being touched, so Chen Mingsheng moved slightly.
The moment it moved, Yang Zhao felt numb all over his body as if he had been electrocuted.
Chen Mingsheng looked down at her and said, "Scared you?"
Yang Zhao met his gaze, exerted a little force in his hands, and wrapped his slender legs around Chen Mingsheng's body.
She said: "Are you kidding..."
Chen Mingsheng tore off the condom he was holding in his hand, and put it under his body.
He kissed Yang Zhao's chest, raised his head and said, "How much longer?"
Yang Zhao glanced at his watch and said, "Forty minutes."
Chen Mingsheng nodded, indicating that he understood.
It was an indescribable sexual experience.
Yang Zhao had never experienced this kind of experience before. She hugged Chen Mingsheng's back with one hand, and started from his firm belly with the other hand, and slowly moved down until reaching his severed limb.
She experienced that sense of ambivalence that ended abruptly over and over again, and she was intoxicated.
She enjoyed his body, his sweat, and his soul.
He seemed to have opened a door for her, beyond which was dark and lonely. There are no flowers and applause, no good food and wine.
But there's something more real, more primal over there.
At the last moment, Yang Zhao hugged Chen Mingsheng tightly.
She thought of Modigliani's portrait of a woman, the kind of pure color, adding black to form a dark color, and adding flat gray to form a tone.
Simple composition, plain brushstrokes...and that strong, personal, eroticism picture.
Chen Mingsheng's timing was very accurate, and he left Yang Zhaohe himself with a cigarette.
They were naked and lying on the bed.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, vehicles were passing on the street, and there were occasional whistles.
Yang Zhao was lying on Chen Mingsheng's arm, and the room was extremely quiet.
Yang Zhao held a cigarette in his hand, turned his head slightly, saw Chen Mingsheng's chin, she asked him: "What are you thinking?"
Chen Mingsheng shook his head, "It's nothing."
Yang Zhao lay down again.
Her long hair fell on Chen Mingsheng's body, making him a little dazed.
The time for this cigarette is extremely long.
Both Yang Zhao and Chen Mingsheng quietly watched the sparks in the darkness light up and then fade away. And again and again and again and again.
Finally, the smoke finally ran out.
Yang Zhao said to Chen Mingsheng, "I'm going to pick up Xiaotian."
Chen Mingsheng nodded. He got out of bed first, hopped twice on one leg, picked up the clothes beside him and put them on.
Yang Zhao sat on the bed and looked at him, saying, "Chen Mingsheng."
Chen Mingsheng raised his head, "What's wrong."
Yang Zhao seemed to have suddenly remembered something, looked at Chen Mingsheng fixedly, and said, "What about the vegetables?"
Chen Mingsheng: "..."
He came because Yang Zhao asked him to teach her how to cook, but now it seems...
"Do you want to eat when your brother comes back?"
Yang Zhao: "Well, they eat after five o'clock at school, and it's almost eleven o'clock when they go home, so they will be hungry."
Chen Mingsheng said, "Why don't you buy some ready-made ones."
Yang Zhao bowed his head and remained silent.
Chen Mingsheng looked at Yang Zhao and said, "Either way, you go pick him up, and I'll help you prepare the meal before leaving."
Yang Zhao raised his head, "Is it okay?"
Chen Mingsheng said, "Yes."
Yang Zhao thought for a while and said, "That's it."
Chen Mingsheng said, "Should I lock the door?"
Yang Zhao walked into the bathroom and said, "No, the door is locked with a combination lock, and it locks automatically."
Chen Mingsheng put on his clothes and rested on the chair.
He looked at the lights outside, listened to the sound of the shower in the bathroom, and was speechless for a moment.