This time, Yang Zhao woke up without sleeping for a while.
When she woke up, she found that Chen Mingsheng had changed her position and held her in his arms again.
Chen Mingsheng seemed to wake up earlier than Yang Zhao. He was leaning against the head of the bed, Yang Zhao was lying beside him, and Chen Mingsheng held her shoulder with one hand.
When she moved a little, Chen Mingsheng noticed it.
"you're awake?"
Yang Zhao raised his head and looked at Chen Mingsheng, "Well, what time is it?"
"Twenty past six."
Maybe it was because of sleeping too much. Yang Zhao felt her temples were a little swollen. She rubbed her forehead and said in a low voice, "Is there any smoke?"
Chen Mingsheng stretched out his hand, took a pack of cigarettes from the bedside, and handed it to Yang Zhao.
There was a lighter in the cigarette case, Yang Zhao took out a cigarette and lit it.
Chen Mingsheng said, "You can still sleep for a while."
Yang Zhao shook his head, sat up, and said, "No need."
She turned her head, and Chen Mingsheng leaned on the bed and looked at her. His arm was a little red from Yang Zhao's pillow. Yang Zhao looked at it for a while, then got out of bed and put on his shoes.
"I'm going to the bathroom."
The washroom in Chen Mingsheng's house was also pitifully small, but luckily it was clean. There were two soap boxes on the sink, Yang Zhao glanced at them, one piece of soap, one piece of soap.
Yang Zhao raised her eyebrows faintly. She felt that these two basically represented "facial cleanser" and "laundry liquid".
There was a nail in the wall, and a gray towel was hanging from the nail, but there was nothing superfluous in the bathroom other than that.
Yang Zhao looked at the small square mirror above the sink. She didn't wear much makeup today, and she looked normal after sleeping, but there was a faint blackness under her eye sockets, against the cold white light in the bathroom, she looked a little haggard.
Yang Zhao wanted to wash his face, but when he turned on the tap, he realized that the water temperature could not be adjusted. She took the cold water and gently sprinkled it on her face, and immediately felt much refreshed.
When Yang Zhao returned to the house, Chen Mingsheng also got up and sat by the bed. She saw a bowl of noodles on the table, which was completely cold now.
Yang Zhao said, "I'm sorry, I made you do it for nothing."
"It's okay." Chen Mingsheng looked at Yang Zhao and said, "You should still be hungry now."
When Yang Zhao just woke up, she didn't feel anything, but now that she's been doing some activities on the ground, she's starting to feel hungry. If Chen Mingsheng wasn't here, she'd plan to eat the dumpling bowl of noodles on the table.
Yang Zhao nodded: "I'm a little hungry."
Chen Mingsheng said: "There is nothing at home, let's go out to eat, hurry up."
Yang Zhao said, "Okay."
Chen Mingsheng said, "Wait for me to change my clothes."
Chen Mingsheng took off his vest, bent over and rummaged through the clothes in the box under the bed, while Yang Zhao watched from the side.
She said, "Why do you have so many scars on your body?"
Chen Mingsheng hadn't found his clothes yet. Hearing Yang Zhao's words, he straightened up and looked down. He did have a few scars on his body, the most obvious scar on the lower abdomen, from the ribs to the abdomen, there are obvious stitches.
Yang Zhao said, "Have you had surgery?"
Chen Mingsheng was silent, then nodded, "It was moved."
"Are you sick?"
Chen Mingsheng said casually, "Yes."
He bent down to look for clothes again, took out a white half-sleeved dress, and when he looked up, he found that Yang Zhao had already walked in front of him. She said, "Just don't move."
Chen Mingsheng sat on the bed without moving, "What's wrong?"
Yang Zhao stretched out a finger, and pushed Chen Mingsheng's shoulder. Chen Mingsheng leaned back a little, and Yang Zhao could see more clearly.
It was a slender scar with some twists and turns. Although it had healed now, there was still an obvious light black mark. Yang Zhao looked down for a while, then straightened up and looked at Chen Mingsheng.
When Chen Mingsheng saw her iconic expression, he felt something was wrong.
Sure enough, Yang Zhao looked at him calmly, and said, "Chen Mingsheng, why did you cut the knife in this position?"
Chen Mingsheng was silent for a while, and then said, "Appendicitis?"
Yang Zhao sneered and said, "Appendicitis requires such a long incision, did the doctor remove your intestines as well?"
Chen Mingsheng: "..."
Yang Zhao looked at Chen Mingsheng without saying a word.
She was standing and Chen Mingsheng was sitting. No matter how he looked at him, his gaze was somewhat condescending.
When Chen Mingsheng was silent, Yang Zhao looked at his naked upper body from the corner of his eye.
From her angle, she could just see Chen Mingsheng's shoulder. His shoulders were broad, his chest strong, with a nice slope where his trapezius met his collarbone.
His back was slightly bent, and Yang Zhao glanced down lightly. Chen Mingsheng is not thin, but when he sits, his lower abdomen is sunken.
Yang Zhao suddenly remembered the scene when he was taking a human body anatomy class at the Academy of Fine Arts in Russia. Mannequins for that class were carefully screened because of the detailed understanding of muscle composition.
The visiting professor is a middle-aged woman who has her own unique set of standards for the figure of the model. Yang Zhao still remembers one of the standards, which is to require the male model to have a slightly concave arc in the abdomen when sitting down—she This, she explained, meant the model's abs were well-worked out, without a hint of unwanted flab.
Chen Mingsheng has no professional training, he just exercises in his spare time. His curves are not as obvious as those of the models, but he still has a natural beauty.
During this narrow time, Yang Zhao's thoughts were racing.
What is it about men that attracts women the most.
Money, power, brains... This is the most direct aphrodisiac. Because in today's society, these represent strength, conquest and dominance.
But if you put aside this society...
Going back to even earlier, back to the very beginning, the very beginning, what does a male do to attract a female.
…
Chen Mingsheng said, "It was an injury from before."
Yang Zhao's thoughts were interrupted, and she looked back at Chen Mingsheng's face again.
"What hurt."
Chen Mingsheng said, "Sword wound."
Yang Zhao said word by word, "Wounded by the knife?"
Chen Mingsheng picked up the cigarette case from his hand, took out a cigarette, and said, "Yes."
Yang Zhao looked at Chen Mingsheng without saying a word. Chen Mingsheng raised his head in the thin smoke, smiled helplessly, and said, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Yang Zhao thought for a while, looked at Chen Mingsheng seriously, and said, "Chen Mingsheng, are you a local ruffian?"
Chen Mingsheng: "..."
Yang Zhao's eyes were serious, and Chen Mingsheng felt that she was not joking, so he said, "I... I'm not a ruffian."
Yang Zhao said, "You used to be a gangster?"
Chen Mingsheng lowered his head slightly, as if looking at the cigarette in his hand. Yang Zhao said, "Really?"
Chen Mingsheng shook his head slowly, and said in a low voice, "I'm not a bastard."
Yang Zhao said, "Then why did you have such a knife wound? Is it an accident?"
Chen Mingsheng was silent for a while, he raised his head, Yang Zhao looked into those dark eyes, suddenly couldn't bear to ask any more.
"If you have something difficult to say, I won't ask."
Chen Mingsheng took a drag on his cigarette, and said in a low voice, "It's nothing, it's just an accident."
Chen Mingsheng kept his head down, Yang Zhao couldn't see his expression.
Silence is inevitable.
"Chen Mingsheng." Yang Zhao took two steps back and said flatly, "You have something to hide from me."
Chen Mingsheng's hands paused, but he didn't speak.
Yang Zhao let go of his arms and said, "Let's go."
Chen Mingsheng raised his head, Yang Zhao tidied up his handbag, and said to Chen Mingsheng, "Get dressed quickly."
Chen Mingsheng was a little dazed, "Go? Where are you going?"
Yang Zhao looked at him and said, "Eat, didn't I just say that."
Chen Mingsheng snorted, and put the clothes in his hands on his head.
He glanced at Yang Zhao's face, and found that she didn't change much, she didn't look angry.
He dressed and reached for his cane. The prosthetic was standing next to the crutches, and he hesitated when he saw it.
"Don't wear that." Yang Zhao had already tidied up and was waiting at the door of the bedroom. "It's too inconvenient to wear artificial limbs."
Chen Mingsheng nodded, stood up directly with his crutches on his back, lifted up his right trouser leg, folded it twice, and pinned it in his waist.
Yang Zhao watched his skillful movements, and watched the trouser legs change from long to short, from baggy to the outline of the stump, and she felt her heart throbbing again.
Yang Zhao lowered his eyes and looked away.
"Let's go." Chen Mingsheng also got dressed, and Yang Zhao followed him out. For convenience, Chen Mingsheng only wore slippers. His soles were slender, and the veins and veins on the back of his feet were clearly defined.
After going downstairs, Chen Mingsheng asked Yang Zhao, "What do you want to eat?"
Yang Zhao said: "Anything is fine." After she finished speaking, she added: "Quickly."
Chen Mingsheng said, "Do you drive?"
Yang Zhao said, "I don't want to drive, is there any one nearer?"
Chen Mingsheng thought for a while, then glanced at Yang Zhao.
Yang Zhao said, "What's wrong?"
"The places near here are all food stalls, can you eat?"
Yang Zhao thought for a while and said, "Yes."
Chen Mingsheng led Yang Zhao out of the yard, instead of walking towards the main road, he turned into a small street. There were some small shops on both sides of the street, hairdressers, shoe shiners, and some small shops selling snacks.
There were many people on the street. Chen Mingsheng was walking on the road. Because he was missing a leg, many people noticed him and whispered to each other.
He noticed it, and looked at Yang Zhao next to him with some worry, and then found that she was following him without squinting.
Chen Mingsheng and Yang Zhao came to a seafood stall and ordered a charcoal grilled set meal.
The set meal cost 150 yuan a set, and Yang Zhao felt full after eating one crab, some clams and octopus.
"I can't eat anymore." Yang Zhao said.
Chen Mingsheng said, "Do you eat this for a day?"
Yang Zhao gestured to the crab on the table with his eyes, and said, "This crab is very big."
Chen Mingsheng: "..."
The last set meal was eaten by the two of them at seven or three o'clock. Yang Zhao looked at the time and said, "Go back, I have to pick up the car to pick up my brother."
Chen Mingsheng nodded, paid the bill and took Yang Zhao back.
The sun had already set, and the street lights on the street were turned on. Yang Zhao and Chen Mingsheng walked back along the road. Yang Zhao looked at the shadow on the ground, which was stretched very long by the street lights, then shortened, and then stretched again.
Back in the yard, the chess booth was still there, but a group of people had changed. Yang Zhao and Chen Mingsheng passed the chess stand and came to the gate of the unit.
Yang Zhao said, "Then I'll go first."
Chen Mingsheng said, "Okay."
As a result, Yang Zhao hadn't even opened the car door when his cell phone rang.
Yang Zhao took out his mobile phone from his handbag, and when he saw the name on the caller ID, his expression immediately became serious again.
Chen Mingsheng didn't leave, but stood aside and watched her.
Yang Zhao answered the phone.
"Hi, hello Teacher Sun."
"Yes, what's wrong?"
"..."
"What? Because of what, is there a reason?"
"..."
"..."
"Okay, I'll be right there, please."
After hanging up the phone, Chen Mingsheng couldn't help pinching his brow when he saw Yang Zhao.
Chen Mingsheng said, "Your brother?"
Yang Zhao didn't raise his head, "Yes."
Chen Mingsheng chuckled lightly and said, "Your little brother is not too worried."
Yang Zhao looked up at him, Chen Mingsheng immediately stopped smiling and said:
"What happened."
Yang Zhao said, "His head teacher said he got into a fight at school."
Chen Mingsheng said, "So I told you to go."
Yang Zhao nodded, thinking for a while in silence. Chen Mingsheng lit a cigarette and said, "Are you injured? It's okay for boys to fight."
"Chen Mingsheng, I think..." Yang Zhao suddenly turned his head and looked at Chen Mingsheng seriously. Chen Mingsheng was taken aback for a moment, feeling that his reaction might be too disapproving, and added: "Don't get too angry, I'll take a look with you."
Yang Zhao's demeanor remained unchanged, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and said, "I think Xiaotian's fight this time may be different from what I thought."
Chen Mingsheng was puzzled, "What's the difference?"
Yang Zhao said, "He fought with Liu Yuan and his gang this time."
Chen Mingsheng paused his smoking hand and said, "You mean those who were in the karaoke last time?"
Yang Zhao nodded and said, "Do you still remember?"
Chen Mingsheng didn't know what came to mind, he snorted and whispered with a cigarette in his mouth: "Of course I remember..."
Yang Zhao said, "It's them."
With a cigarette in his hand, Chen Mingsheng raised his head and said to Yang Zhao, "Let's go, I'll accompany you."