The day before departure, Yang Zhao and Chen Mingsheng went to the supermarket to buy some food.
Yang Zhao didn't have the habit of eating snacks, so he only took some fruit and bought some bread. After the selection, Chen Mingsheng added another bag of beef to the basket.
Yang Zhao glanced at it and said, "Why buy beef? If you want meat, I'll bring some packs of sausages."
Chen Mingsheng said, "No, just buy some fresh sauce."
Yang Zhao said, "Is it easy to take?"
Chen Mingsheng said, "It's the same."
After paying the bill, Yang Zhao said to Chen Mingsheng, "Wait for me."
Chen Mingsheng watched her turn around and disappear at a turning. After a while, he came back with two cigarettes in his hand.
"The family is gone." Yang Zhao said.
Chen Mingsheng smiled and opened the plastic bag, and Yang Zhao put the cigarettes in it.
Chen Mingsheng said, "Smoking less."
Yang Zhao didn't even look at him, and said, "Why do you smoke a lot."
Chen Mingsheng said with a light smile, "I'm a man."
Yang Zhao didn't bother to look at him, "Let's go, go home or eat outside for dinner."
Chen Mingsheng said, "Go back and eat."
"Um."
The dinner was no accident, it was made by Chen Mingsheng again. In fact, what he cooks are ordinary home-cooked dishes, but Yang Zhao likes them very much. Chen Mingsheng cooked three dishes and stewed rice. Yang Zhao didn't eat much. After finishing half a bowl of rice, he sat on his seat and waited for Chen Mingsheng.
"You have a big appetite." Yang Zhao looked at Chen Mingsheng who was eating the second dinner, and said.
Chen Mingsheng still had food in his mouth, so he hummed, swallowed it down and said, "It's because you ate too little."
Yang Zhao said, "I'll check what I brought later."
Chen Mingsheng took a bite of the food and said, "You have checked it twice."
Yang Zhao leaned against the back of the chair, raised his head slightly, and looked at the chandelier hanging above the dining table. The lighting was originally carried when the house was renovated, it has a classic atmosphere and looks very elegant.
Chen Mingsheng ate very quickly, and the second bowl of rice also bottomed out. He put the bowls and chopsticks on the table, Yang Zhao lowered his head and said, "Have you finished eating?"
Chen Mingsheng nodded.
Yang Zhao stood up and said, "Then I'll take care of it."
Chen Mingsheng said: "Let me come, don't you want to check again, go."
Yang Zhao went back to the bedroom, opened the suitcase, checked it carefully, and closed it after he felt that there was no problem. She squinted and saw Chen Mingsheng's luggage in the corner. It was packed when he got home this morning. The luggage was just a simple black one-shoulder travel bag, not big, and it was not full yet.
When Yang Zhaogang saw it, he thought he had brought it by mistake, but later when he realized that he had only prepared these, Yang Zhao was a little dazed.
"What are you pretending to be?"
Chen Mingsheng put the bag in front of her, went into the bathroom by himself, and said, "Look at the clothes and so on."
Yang Zhao opened the bag, and there were several pieces of underwear folded squarely inside, and two black vests that he hadn't changed for thousands of years, and there was only one set of outerwear.
Chen Mingsheng came out of the bathroom and shook the water off his hands.
Yang Zhao looked at him and said, "That's all you brought?"
Chen Mingsheng smiled and said, "Enough."
Now, Yang Zhao looked at the somewhat deflated travel bag again, thinking that he didn't need to prepare another bag for tomorrow's food.
Finally, Yang Zhao opened the wallet, ready to check the documents.
After opening the wallet, Yang Zhao saw several bank cards in the wallet, and she hesitated slightly.
Chen Mingsheng seemed to have a stubborn persistence in his heart, he didn't want Yang Zhao to spend money on him.
He wants a truly equal relationship.
Oh no. Yang Zhao thought, maybe it wasn't equality—it was his feeling that he had a slight upper hand.
With a chuckle, she took out several bank cards and put them on the table.
They rested early that night, and Yang Zhao was familiar with the smell of Chen Mingsheng's body. His embrace was the same as his own, deep and warm.
The next day, Yang Zhao woke up early, and Chen Mingsheng was still sleeping. She went to the bathroom to wash up, and when she came back, Chen Mingsheng was still sleeping. Yang Zhao went over to pat him.
"Woke up."
Chen Ming moved vividly, slowly opened his eyes, and said in a low voice, "What time is it, it's not time yet."
Yang Zhao said, "It's half past five, get up quickly."
Chen Mingsheng closed his eyes again without thinking.
Yang Zhao was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and said to Chen Mingsheng, "I just said get up." She thought Chen Mingsheng had heard it wrong.
Chen Ming let out a sigh of relief and said, "We are on the train after nine o'clock."
Yang Zhao said, "Nine twenty."
Chen Mingsheng said, "Then what are you doing so early?"
Yang Zhao said: "You have to plan well in advance, the train won't wait for anyone."
Chen Mingsheng: "..."
After being tossed about by Yang Zhao, Chen Mingsheng couldn't fall asleep anymore, so he turned over and sat up.
He rubbed his face, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Yang Zhao was looking at him with strange eyes.
He said, "What's wrong?"
"It's like a wheat field," Yang Zhao said.
Chen Mingsheng: "What?"
Yang Zhao chuckled lightly, and said, "Go take a bath, I'll cook the rice." After speaking, she took her clothes and left the bedroom.
Chen Mingsheng watched her leave with his head sideways, then rubbed his face again.
He moved to the side of the bed, stood up on one leg, moved a few times, then took the crutch leaning against the bed, and walked into the bathroom on it. When he came to the mirror and saw the person in the mirror, he understood what Yang Zhao said just now.
His hair was a little deformed because of sleeping on his side. But his hair is short and cannot be curled up, only part of it falls to the left and part to the right.
Thinking of Yang Zhao's evaluation just now, Chen Mingsheng smiled softly.
After breakfast, it's not yet seven o'clock.
"It's only half an hour's drive from the train station." Chen Mingsheng said, "We can take a rest before leaving."
Yang Zhao said, "Go now."
Chen Mingsheng said: "Now I have to stay at the station for a long time."
Yang Zhao thought for a while and said, "I haven't been there, what time do you think it would be better to leave?"
Chen Mingsheng said, "It's too late to leave before 8:30."
Yang Zhao looked at his watch and said, "Let's leave at half past seven."
Chen Mingsheng said, "Okay."
In forty minutes, Chen Mingsheng ate something again, Yang Zhao went to the bedroom, took out a booklet after a while, and read it on the sofa. After Chen Mingsheng finished eating, he came over with a cane and sat down beside Yang Zhao.
"map?"
"Hmm." The booklet was disassembled, and Yang Zhao spread out the entire first page, which was a map of tourist attractions in Shanxi. She picked it up again, found the map of Mount Wutai, and took it out to look at.
Chen Mingsheng said, "When did you buy it?"
Yang Zhao said, "Yesterday."
Yang Zhao lowered his head and looked at the map seriously. Chen Mingsheng was not very interested in the map. He leaned on the sofa and looked at her. Yang Zhao has eyes, and a few strands of hair hang down around his face.
Chen Mingsheng felt that she seemed to be very serious and serious in everything she did.
After Yang Zhao finished reading the map, he folded the booklet again. Chen Mingsheng jokingly asked her: "Why, have you memorized it all?"
Yang Zhao heard his teasing, gave him a casual look, and didn't answer.
Chen Mingsheng smiled and watched her go back to the house with the brochure. After a while, he took out the suitcase and travel bag and put them at the door. Chen Mingsheng glanced at his watch and said, "It's still a while."
"En." Yang Zhao responded, and from the corner of her eye she saw the prosthetic limb standing at the door, she turned her head and asked Chen Mingsheng, "Do you still want to bring this?"
Chen Mingsheng turned his head from the sofa, hesitant.
Yang Zhao said, "Don't take it with you."
Chen Mingsheng looked at her, "Don't you take it?"
"It's too inconvenient." Yang Zhao said, "Anyway, you have to take it off when you're playing, so how can you go on your way with it?"
Chen Mingsheng nodded and said, "Then don't bring it."
At half past seven, Yang Zhao and Chen Mingsheng went out on time.
Yang Zhao said, "Do you drive your car or mine?"
Chen Mingsheng said, "Mine."
Chen Mingsheng drove so fast that he arrived in less than half an hour. He parked the car in a shady spot. Yang Zhao got out of the car, took the suitcase from the trunk, and told Chen Mingsheng, "Lock the car."
Yang Zhao and Chen Mingsheng went through the security check and found the waiting position. It was still early, and there were still many vacancies, so they picked two people to sit on the side.
Yang Zhao looked up at the high roof, Chen Mingsheng took out a bottle of water and said, "Are you thirsty?"
Yang Zhao shook his head.
Chen Mingsheng said, "What are you looking at?"
Yang Zhao said, "I have never been to this train station, but I have heard of it."
Chen Mingsheng said, "What did you hear?"
Yang Zhao said, "Do you know who designed this train station?"
Chen Mingsheng took a sip of water and said, "I don't know."
"It's two Japanese." Yang Zhao said, "This used to be the railway hub of Manchukuo."
Chen Mingsheng said: "You have never been here, how did you know that?"
Yang Zhao said: "This is a cultural protection unit. I read it in a book."
Chen Mingsheng smiled.
After a while, the number of people in the station gradually increased. Yang Zhao looked at the time, there was still more than an hour. She dug out a book from the box to read.
Chen Mingsheng sat beside her, resting with his arms folded.
His crutch was standing on the side, and the trouser leg of his right leg was rolled up for convenience and pinned to his belt. Crutches are evident, as are his legs. Sitting opposite Yang Zhao and Chen Mingsheng were a few migrant workers with a lot of packages. Some people sat on the bulging woven bags when they didn't have a seat.
They are also waiting for the bus, but they have no books to read.
So they kept staring at Chen Mingsheng.
Look at his legs first, then look up at his body, then look at his legs.
Chen Mingsheng sat on the seat without saying a word, closed his eyes and meditated.
After a while, Yang Zhao put down the book, and said to the other side, "Sir, what are you reading?"
Chen Mingsheng opened his eyes.
Those migrant workers didn't seem to expect that Yang Zhao would speak suddenly, and they were also taken aback for a moment. They looked at Yang Zhao, who had no expression on his face.
"I didn't see anything, I didn't see anything..." The man seemed to see that Yang Zhao and Chen Mingsheng were together, and turned his head to chat.
Yang Zhao lowered his head to read the book again.
From the beginning to the end, Yang Zhao never looked at Chen Mingsheng.
Chen Mingsheng looked at her sideways. Yang Zhao seemed to be fascinated by the book, and had no intention of responding at all.
Chen Mingsheng smiled from the bottom of his heart, turned his head and rested.
Ticket checking began at nine o'clock. Yang Zhao and Chen Mingsheng went through the ticket gate with their luggage, and then took the elevator down to the platform.
Yang Zhao glanced at the parked train, with a white top and red body, and she glanced at the ticket, six cars 2A.
Because the tickets were bought together online and they were at the departure station, Yang Zhao and Chen Mingsheng were seated next to each other.
When getting on the bus, the flight attendant saw Chen Mingsheng's situation, and specifically asked, "Can I help you?"
Chen Mingsheng shook his head and said in a low voice, "No, thank you."
Yang Zhao dragged the suitcase into the carriage, and Chen Mingsheng followed behind. He stood beside Yang Zhao, handed Yang Zhao the crutches, and then picked up Yang Zhao's suitcase. Put it behind his back and help him.
Their seats were at the head of the car, and there were a few people stuck behind them. Some people said hurry up. Chen Mingsheng put the suitcase away and didn't take out his crutches. Legs, as if startled.
Yang Zhao handed him Chen Mingsheng's crutches, and Chen Mingsheng put the crutches by the window to lean against, and then sat on the seat.
He sat down and pulled the trouser leg of his right leg. Yang Zhao saw it and said softly, "Uncomfortable?"
Chen Mingsheng shook his head, "It's okay." He pulled the trouser legs out of his belt a little and loosened them.
Sitting firmly, Chen Mingsheng looked out the window of the car. Several people running to catch the train passed through the window, and Chen Mingsheng turned his head.
The four eyes are facing each other.
Yang Zhao was looking at him.
Her eyes were still calm, but Chen Mingsheng understood the meaning. He raised his head, touched the back of Yang Zhao's neck, and said in a low voice, "It's all right."
Yang Zhao stared at it for a while, then hummed lightly, turned his head and took out the book, and continued to read it.