At that moment, Yang Zhao felt very strange.
She hadn't looked at Chen Mingsheng well. Although she had talked to him and brought him home to shelter from the rain, she really hadn't looked at Chen Mingsheng's face carefully.
This taxi driver is not ugly.
According to the standards of today's young girls, Chen Mingsheng is not handsome, he has no vitality, no elegant and evil eyebrows and eyes, at most he has good facial features.
But he fits the aesthetics of women in Yang Zhao's age group.
Chen Mingsheng's appearance was very simple. He had clean short black hair, and his eyes were small and well-defined. Yang Zhao still remembered how dark and deep his eyes were.
Although he is missing a leg, he does not look thin at all. On the contrary, his body looked solid, with a thick chest, broad shoulders and narrow waist. Yang Zhao completed his other leg in his mind, and was a little surprised to find that Chen Mingsheng's figure was actually quite good.
His lips are firm, and when someone is sleeping, their lips will be loose, but Chen Mingsheng is not, even when he is asleep, his lips are tightly closed, and there are faint nasolabial folds on his lips.
Yang Zhao once read a face book, which said that people with such lips are extremely stubborn.
Whether Chen Mingsheng is or not, Yang Zhao doesn't know.
Yang Zhao looked aside, there was a prosthetic limb that almost frightened Yang Zhao. That prosthetic doesn't look high-end. Xue Miao's former client was also an amputee disabled person. He was a Yankee. It was summer when Yang Zhao saw him. He was wearing shorts unabashedly. He is very high-tech, like a robot in an American blockbuster, and he walks just like a normal person, without any difference.
Yang Zhao vaguely remembered Chen Mingsheng's walking posture, which was very clumsy.
The man sleeps with his arms folded, and he sits quite upright for a deep sleeper.
Finally, Yang Zhao looked around and returned to the tea table in front of him.
There is a water cup on the coffee table, a medicine box, and her house key. Yang Zhao thought for a while, and then almost understood what happened.
She stood up and went to the bedroom to change a set of clothes.
During the walk, the first thing Yang Zhao thought of was—
That five thousand dollars, it’s okay not to use it.
Yang Zhao changed into linen long-sleeved underwear. She went back to the living room, took out her mobile phone, called on the balcony and ordered takeaway for two. She was sweating just now, and her fever has subsided. Although she still feels a little uncomfortable, she can bear it. She went back to the living room, sat on the sofa, took a sip from the water glass. The water in the water glass was still warm, and she didn't quite know where Chen Mingsheng got the hot water.
While sitting idle, she was thinking about this unnutritive problem in her mind, and then quietly waiting for Chen Mingsheng to wake up.
This driver still moved her a little.
Yang Zhao is a cold woman. In fact, everyone in the Yang family has this problem. Their interpersonal relationships are clear and concise. From childhood to adulthood, except for the old man's birthday every year and the New Year's Eve dinner, Yang Zhao has never participated in family gatherings. She never expected it either. Everyone in the Yang family has their own circle of life, and everyone is as ordinary as water and does not interfere with each other.
Yang Zhao once had two boyfriends, one Chinese and one foreigner. They did everything a man or woman in love can do and let it go. Until now, when Yang Zhao recalled these two boyfriends, even their appearances were blurred.
The reason they broke up was because of personality differences.
Yang Zhao knew that she had a cold personality, she knew it clearly, but she had no intention of changing it.
She has nothing to do all the time, and her work revolves around those old things full of stories, which is complicated and fulfilling. Now except for her younger brother Yang Jintian, her life is almost without the slightest disturbance.
Therefore, Yang Zhao felt the slightest touch brought by this driver very vividly.
While Yang Zhao was sitting idle, Chen Mingsheng woke up.
He opened his eyes and paused when he saw Yang Zhao, as if he had reacted for a while. Then he sat up straight and pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers.
"Sorry, I fell asleep."
Chen Mingsheng's voice sounded like it was when he just woke up.
Yang Zhao looked at him and said, "My name is Yang Zhao."
Chen Mingsheng was taken aback for a moment, wondering why Yang Zhao suddenly announced his family name, he paused for a moment, and said, "Hello, Miss Yang." After speaking, he thought for a while, and then said, "My name is Chen Mingsheng."
Yang Zhao nodded, and glanced at the medicine box on the table.
"Did you buy this?"
Chen Mingsheng nodded, "Well, you had a fever last night. I took your key and went out to buy medicine. The key was placed on the table for you." He took a look and found that there was no key on the table. Said: "I put away the key."
Chen Mingsheng paused for a while, and then said: "I just went through your pockets when I was in a hurry, I'm sorry."
Yang Zhao's words were put away, which sounded like accusations, and both Yang Zhao and Chen Mingsheng realized it.
Yang Zhao shook his head and said, "That's not what I meant, thank you for helping me buy medicine."
Chen Mingsheng didn't know what to say, so he simply said that you are welcome, and then the two sides became cold.
Chen Mingsheng hesitated to leave with the prosthesis on, but the woman in front of him kept looking at him, making him unable to move. His prosthetics were very troublesome to wear, and he had to roll up his pants. Chen Mingsheng was not open enough to show his stumps in front of any woman.
He thought for a while, and said to Yang Zhao, "Miss Yang, I should go."
Yang Zhao said: "You haven't eaten, have you? I ordered takeaway and it will be here soon. Let's go after eating."
Chen Mingsheng didn't expect that Yang Zhao would order takeaway while he was sleeping. He shook his head and said, "No need, I'll go back and eat."
Yang Zhao said, "Then I've asked what to do. I can't eat it all by myself, so I throw it away as a waste."
Chen Mingsheng: "..." He wanted to say a few more words, but seeing Yang Zhao's persistent expression, he also gave up. "Okay, I'll trouble you then."
Yang Zhao didn't speak, and the two became cold again.
But this coldness didn't make people feel embarrassed. Yang Zhao could tell that Chen Mingsheng was not a talkative person either. She glanced at the water glass on the table, remembered something, and said to Chen Mingsheng, "Where did you get the hot water?"
Chen Mingsheng also remembered it, and he said to Yang Zhao: "I didn't find any water, it was boiled now, so I took out a new pot for you."
Yang Zhao was silent for a moment.
Chen Mingsheng thought she was angry, and apologized again, "I'm sorry, I didn't get your permission—"
"I have a pot at home?"
"ah?"
Yang Zhao looked at Chen Mingsheng with doubts in his eyes.
"I have a pot at home? Why didn't I know?"
Chen Mingsheng felt that this woman was a bit out of touch, so he thought about it, and said to her, "I have a bite, unopened, and put it in the bottom cabinet in the kitchen." He was afraid that she would not remember it, so he described it carefully, "A milk pot, the brand is Supor, stainless steel."
Yang Zhao thought about it blankly, and then let out a soft ah.
"It's a gift for buying kitchen utensils, I remembered."
Chen Mingsheng didn't know what to say, so he nodded.
Yang Zhao looked at Chen Mingsheng, and suddenly said, "Are you feeling unwell?"
Chen Mingsheng glanced at her, and Yang Zhao said, "You look very bad."
Chen Mingsheng lowered his head subconsciously. He did feel a little sad, the clothes were still damp, and it made him feel uncomfortable when they stuck to him. Especially the right leg was extremely painful. Chen Mingsheng really wanted to go to the bathroom. He suspected that his leg was infected.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Yang Zhao almost verified her own thoughts. She took the water glass to the kitchen, and there was still half a pot of water in the milk pot. Yang Zhao poured out the remaining water in the glass, filled it again, and then returned to the living room .
She handed the water to Chen Mingsheng and said, "Did you also catch a cold?" She picked up the medicine on the coffee table and looked at it, "You should take some medicine too."
Chen Mingsheng took the water glass, but didn't drink any water. He said to Yang Zhao, "Thank you, I'm fine, I don't need to eat."
He was telling the truth, although he did catch a little cold, but that wasn't the problem, these medicines couldn't heal his legs, and taking them didn't help.
Yang Zhao said, "What's wrong with you?"
Chen Mingsheng didn't have the habit of explaining his injuries to outsiders, he just shook his head and said, "I'm fine, I'll be fine in a while."
Yang Zhao heard his refusal and didn't say anything more.
After sitting for a while, the takeaway was delivered.
Yang Zhao took the takeaway back, put it on the tea table and opened it. She stopped halfway through.
Chen Mingsheng looked at her, and Yang Zhao said, "Just a pair of chopsticks."
Chen Mingsheng said, "Just get another pair."
Yang Zhao looked up at him and said, "I don't have any chopsticks at home."
"..." Chen Mingsheng really didn't know what to say, he raised his chin lightly and said, "Then you eat."
"No." Yang Zhao shook his head, "I ordered for two, so why don't you just give me a pair of chopsticks, you eat first, I'll call them to bring it over."
Chen Mingsheng didn't know how serious a pair of chopsticks was, so he wanted to send another trip. He thought for a while and said to Yang Zhao, "No, I'll use a spoon. A spoon was presented in the disassembled pot just now."
"Really?" Yang Zhao stood up and went to the kitchen. After a while, she took out a long spoon. "Are you sure this can be eaten?"
Chen Mingsheng nodded, "Okay, just give me this."
Yang Zhao handed him the spoon, and the two of them started eating without saying a word.
Chen Mingsheng ate with a lunch box, and he ate very quickly. The spoon was basically used to pick up the rice, and he ate fairly smoothly. He wanted to finish eating quickly and leave before his legs fully recovered.
Yang Zhao ate much slower than Chen Mingsheng. Chen Mingsheng's speed gave her inexplicable pressure, and she let it go after eating a little.
Chen Mingsheng ate very cleanly, not a single grain of rice was left. He put the lunch box on the table and said, "Thank you for your hospitality, I have to go."
Yang Zhao nodded, he really should go.
Chen Mingsheng stretched out his hand to take the crutch, which was on the right side of the sofa. When he leaned forward to reach it, it was inevitable that it would hit his right limb. in hand.
The moment Chen Mingsheng stood up, his shoulders slumped, which meant that he couldn't support his body.
Chen Mingsheng was in a cold sweat, and cursed in his heart, the more he didn't want to come, the more he came.
Yang Zhao didn't think much, when his left leg was trembling, he stood up and supported him.
"How are you? Are you okay?"