The next day, Yang Zhao sent Yang Jintian to school.
The car is quiet.
Yang Jintian sat on the back seat and kept looking at the seat in front.
When getting out of the car, Yang Jintian held the car door and glanced at Yang Zhao. Yang Zhao asked him, "What's the matter?"
Yang Jintian understands that she won't ask anything, and she won't say anything.
He said to Yang Zhao, "Sister, I'm going to school."
Yang Zhao nodded, still with that flat expression, "Okay."
Yang Jintian closed the car door and walked into the campus.
Yang Zhao watched Yang Jintian's back disappear into the crowd in the car, and then drove away.
After staying up too late last night, Yang Zhao felt her head was a little heavy. Halfway through her car, she turned a corner and drove in another direction.
Yang Zhao wondered why he remembered the address of Chen Mingsheng's home. It's obviously far away, but she can actually drive here without relying on navigation.
After driving for an hour, Yang Zhao came downstairs to Chen Mingsheng's house.
The community of Chen Mingsheng's family is very old. There are no guards or roadblocks, and cars can drive in at will. Yang Zhao parked the car beside the door of Chen Mingsheng's unit, took out his phone and looked at it.
No text messages, no missed calls, and it's only 8:30.
He should have gone to work, Yang Zhao thought.
She didn't call Chen Mingsheng. She felt that Chen Mingsheng hadn't worked hard since he met her. Yang Zhao pulled out the car key, opened the car door and wanted to walk around casually.
This yard is very different from the community where she lives.
At half past eight, it must be extremely quiet in the courtyard of the Walken Golden Seat. There were two types of people living in that yard—one had already left early at 8:30, and the other was still asleep.
The residents of Huaken Golden Tower will not gather together in the yard... Yang Zhao came to a chess stand, where two old people were playing chess. The chessboard is an old wooden board with a picture of the Chu River and the Han Dynasty.
There were two or three onlookers standing around the chess booth, laughing and chatting about the situation of the battle.
Yang Zhao walked around and saw the cat from last time under a wooden fence.
It still looked neither dead nor alive, lying on the ground. Perhaps because it sensed that someone was coming, it twisted a bit. Yang Zhao didn't know if it opened its eyes to look at her, but after twisting once, it stopped moving again.
Yang Zhao crouched beside it for a while, feeling sleepy.
She took out her phone again—only twenty minutes had passed.
Yang Zhao returned to the car, she went to the back seat, lay down and rested.
Sleeping in the car was not very comfortable, and every time Yang Zhao felt that he might fall asleep, a bunch of chasing children would run by the car. After finally getting used to it a little bit, when I fell into a light sleep, a loud voice came——
"General! Hahahaha!"
Yang Zhao: "..."
She took a deep breath and sat up from her seat.
She took out her cell phone and sent a text message to Chen Mingsheng.
[Chen Mingsheng, I'm Yang Zhao.]
Text messages were answered promptly.
[Well, what's the matter.]
Yang Zhao hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't bear the headache, and finally typed—
[Where are you?]
Chen Mingsheng replied—
[at home.]
Yang Zhao: "..."
She made a phone call.
"Hello?"
"You are at home?"
Chen Mingsheng hummed, and Yang Zhao said, "Are you not going to work today?"
Chen Mingsheng said: "I ran the night shift last night."
Yang Zhao pressed his forehead silently.
Chen Mingsheng said, "Have you finished seeing off your brother?"
Yang Zhao: "Yes."
Chen Mingsheng said again: "Then I'll wait to pick you up."
"No need." Yang Zhao leaned over, brought the handbag from the front seat, and said, "I'm here to find you."
When Yang Zhao went upstairs, Chen Mingsheng was already waiting for him at the door.
He was wearing a thin black vest again, with off-white cotton trousers underneath.
Chen Mingsheng welcomed Yang Zhao into the room and asked, "Why did you come here by yourself?"
Yang Zhao said, "I'll come right after I deliver Xiaotian."
Chen Mingsheng calculated the time and said, "Then you've been here for a while."
"… Um."
"Why don't you call me?"
"I'm afraid you're at work." Yang Zhao said.
Chen Mingsheng smiled and said, "Call me directly if you want to find me in the future."
"good."
Yang Zhao came to Chen Mingsheng's house for the second time. Chen Mingsheng asked her to go to the bedroom first, and he poured some hot water for her.
Yang Zhao took the cup and took a sip.
Chen Mingsheng stood in front of her, and Yang Zhao looked up at him.
She was wearing a gray cashmere sweater today, her hair was tied up, and her upturned face was clean. Chen Mingsheng looked at her and raised his hand to stroke her hair.
Yang Zhao felt the dry palm on his neck, shrunk his neck unconsciously, and lowered his head again.
At this moment, Yang Zhao's stomach growled, the sound was soft and could be heard very clearly in the quiet room.
Yang Zhao's face turned red instantly.
Chen Mingsheng didn't change much. He looked at Yang Zhao and said, "You didn't eat?"
Yang Zhao nodded and said, "No."
Chen Mingsheng thought for a while and said, "Whatever you want to eat, I'll make some for you."
Yang Zhao raised his eyes, "What's there?"
Chen Mingsheng said, "What do you want to eat?"
Yang Zhao said, "Noodles."
Chen Mingsheng laughed and said, "Why do you always want to eat noodles?" He turned around while supporting his crutches, and walked out of the house. Yang Zhao followed behind him holding a water glass.
The kitchen of Chen Mingsheng's house is pitifully small, and when two people go in, you will be next to each other. Chen Mingsheng said to Yang Zhao, "Why don't you go in and wait, and I'll bring it to you when I'm done."
Yang Zhao looked at him and said, "Am I bothering you here?"
Chen Mingsheng shook his head, "No."
"Then I'm here." Yang Zhao said.
Chen Mingsheng took out a piece of dried noodles from a small wooden cabinet and put it aside. Then he took out the small pot, connected the water, and boiled it. Chen Mingsheng turned to Yang Zhao and said, "Bring me a tomato."
Yang Zhao followed where he was pointing, and took two tomatoes from the bamboo tray in the corner of the kitchen. Chen Mingsheng leaned his crutches aside and stood on one leg. He leaned on the edge of the pool and jumped a bit.
Yang Zhao gave him the tomatoes and watched him wash the vegetables.
Chen Mingsheng was against the sunlight coming in from the balcony. Yang Zhao felt that she might be too tired. Chen Mingsheng's figure softened into a silhouette in her eyes, so delicate that she couldn't help but want to hug him.
He lowered his head and quietly washed the things in his hands. There was only the sound of running water in the room.
Yang Zhao walked over slowly, hugging him gently behind him.
Chen Mingsheng helped the pool, stabilized his balance slightly, and then laughed softly, "You don't think it's crowded."
Yang Zhao didn't speak, she turned her face to the side, leaned on Chen Mingsheng's vest lightly, and shook her head.
Chen Mingsheng then washed the dishes in his hands.
Yang Zhao saw the potatoes and kidney beans in the corner of the kitchen, and she seemed fascinated by the bamboo plate on which the vegetables were placed.
Chen Mingsheng turned off the tap and said, "It's finished."
Yang Zhao remained silent.
Chen Mingsheng smiled. He straightened up and felt a head pressing against his back.
"How can I cook if you don't move?"
Yang Zhao raised his head slowly.
Chen Mingsheng turned around, and Yang Zhao was standing behind him. The distance between them is very close.
Yang Zhao lowered her head. She saw Chen Mingsheng's rolled up trouser legs, raised her head, and touched it lightly.
Chen Mingsheng's legs moved, and he said, "What's wrong."
Yang Zhao's hand just happened to be on his severed limb, and the feeling there was very strange.
Because of his severe injuries, his legs often felt numb, but now through a layer of pants and a layer of skin, Chen Mingsheng still felt the gentle strength and gentle heat of Yang Zhao's palm reaching deep.
It was a touch full of meaning.
He stepped back slightly.
Yang Zhao let go of his hand and looked up at him.
She said to Chen Mingsheng: "Next." After she finished speaking, she turned around to make room for Chen Mingsheng.
As soon as she turned around, she was pulled back by a force.
Chen Mingsheng held two tomatoes in one hand, took Yang Zhao's arm with the other, pinched her chin lightly, bowed his head and kissed her.
Chen Mingsheng's kiss seemed to be the same as this courtyard and this room, with a stable and old smell. Yang Zhao could smell his scent, which was different from Xue Miao's perennial scent of perfume. Chen Mingsheng's body had a light scent of soap, Mixed with the warm breath of his body, surrounding Yang Zhao... She felt that she should be integrated into the silhouette against the light she saw just now.
Chen Mingsheng let go of Yang Zhao after a short kiss. He looked down at her and said, "It's too narrow here, go inside and wait, I'll take it over."
Yang Zhao nodded, turned and walked out of the kitchen.
The water was already boiling, Chen Mingsheng put the noodles into the pot, cut another cucumber, and put it in the pot together with the chopped tomatoes.
After putting away the seasoning, Chen Mingsheng stood in front of the pot, quietly watching the blue-red flames rising under the pot.
After a while, the noodles were ready. Chen Mingsheng turned off the fire, put the noodles in a bowl, and leaned on his crutches.
When I went to get the noodle bowl again, the noodle bowl was already a little hot.
Chen Mingsheng could only hold his cane in one hand and hold the noodle bowl in the other. He couldn't walk too fast, or the noodle soup would spill out.
He brought the noodle bowl into the room and put it on the table. When he let go of his hand, Chen Mingsheng rubbed his fingertips involuntarily, and there were already two red marks on them.
When he raised his head, he happened to see Yang Zhao lying on the bed.
she fell asleep.
Chen Mingsheng was taken aback, and came to the bedside with a cane.
Yang Zhao lay sideways on the bed, seemingly fast asleep.
Chen Mingsheng stood up and closed the curtains.
The room was darker, Chen Mingsheng turned his head, and saw the slightly yellowish light shining on Yang Zhao's face, quiet and gentle.
Chen Mingsheng sat by the bed and watched for a long time.
When Yang Zhao woke up, it was almost dusk.
She just opened her eyes, a little confused, moved, but didn't get up, only to find that there was someone lying behind her.
"...Chen Mingsheng?" Yang Zhao turned his head and saw only half of him. Chen Mingsheng hugged her behind her, and Yang Zhao felt a slight breath on the top of his head.
"Chen Mingsheng?" She called him again.
"...Huh?" Chen Mingsheng hummed lightly when he was woken up by her.
He also woke up from his sleep, his voice was a little lazy. He moved and hugged Yang Zhao again.
Yang Zhao was held in his arms, her back pressed against Chen Mingsheng's chest. The room was already a little dark, she glanced at the window, the red light of dusk ran along the gap of the curtains, forming a somewhat bright line.
She looked down and saw four or five dumbbells piled up in the corner of the room, as well as a stack of dumbbell rings of different weights, stacked from the largest to the smallest.
Yang Zhao said, "Chen Mingsheng, do you exercise?"
Chen Mingsheng closed his eyes and replied, "No."
Yang Zhao said, "What are those?"
"Huh?" Chen Mingsheng finally opened his eyes and saw the dumbbell in the corner. He closed his eyes again to rest, and said lazily, "I'm used to it."
Yang Zhao raised his head, Chen Mingsheng put his arm under it, and Yang Zhao leaned on it. She asked Chen Mingsheng, "Shen?"
Chen Mingsheng smiled, "Not sinking."
When he laughed, Yang Zhao felt his chest trembling slightly behind him. Yang Zhao turned around and lay face to face with Chen Mingsheng.
Chen Mingsheng was tall, he was longer than Yang Zhao from head to toe, covering her up completely.
Yang Zhao whispered, "I'm sorry, I slept late last night, and I'm a little sleepy today."
Chen Mingsheng said, "Me too."
Yang Zhao said, "I want to set the alarm clock."
Chen Mingsheng said, "What time do you want to get up?"
"At eight o'clock, I'm going to pick up Xiaotian."
Chen Mingsheng closed his eyes and said in a low voice, "Go to sleep, I will call you when the time comes."
Yang Zhao is a very regular person, but this time, when she heard Chen Mingsheng say go to sleep, she really closed her eyes and fell asleep without worrying at all.