After driving for nearly an hour back to Huaken Golden Seat, Yang Zhao parked the car in the garage and took the prosthetic limb home.
This was the first time she went home with a human leg, and she couldn't help avoiding people along the way.
"It's so heavy..." Yang Zhao carried it for a while, feeling a little sore in his arms. "What kind of material is this?" She raised her other hand and tapped on her leg. Her voice was muffled. She felt that the material of the prosthesis was not very good.
When she got home, she stood the prosthesis in the corner of the wall. After straightening it out, she stood aside with interest and compared it with her own leg. Not surprisingly, she found that the prosthesis was much longer than her own leg.
After comparing for a while, Yang Zhao sat on the sofa and lit a cigarette.
Through the misty smoke, she looked at the artificial leg, with an unclear expression in her half-closed eyes.
That night, Yang Zhao slept very restlessly. She had a dream, an intermittent dream, in which a lot of strange things appeared, and it was only after three o'clock in the morning when she woke up.
Yang Zhao rubbed his hair and sat up in the dark.
Huaken Jinzuo is not noisy on weekdays, and it is surprisingly quiet at night. Yang Zhao sat in the empty room in a daze, suddenly feeling as if he was in the starry sky.
that driver...
For some reason, Yang Zhao suddenly thought of Chen Mingsheng.
During their short contact, what impressed Yang Zhao the most was Chen Mingsheng's sleeping face.
Once at home, he bought medicine for her, sat on the sofa and fell asleep.
The second time was in rehab where he fell asleep while on a bottle.
And when she drove him home, he fell asleep in the car.
It seemed that Chen Mingsheng had been sleeping for the past two days.
"Ah..." Yang Zhao said softly in the dark, "Maybe it's because I didn't talk too much..."
That time, Yang Zhao sat until dawn. Surprisingly, she didn't feel tired at all, but full of energy.
she is waiting.
Wait for Chen Mingsheng.
Yang Zhao knew that Chen Mingsheng would definitely come to her. He didn't look like someone who had spare money to buy a pair of prosthetics, and he couldn't get out of the car without the prosthetics.
She did.
Chen Mingsheng arrived before eight o'clock. He didn't have a key card, and he didn't know the password of the building door, so he had to ask the security guard to contact Yang Zhao. Yang Zhao went downstairs to pick him up in person.
She put away his prosthetic before going downstairs.
"Miss Yang..."
Chen Mingsheng changed his clothes. He wore a gray-blue long-sleeved sweater on his upper body, and he wore linen trousers underneath. His right trouser leg was rolled up high and pinned to his belt.
For this season, Chen Mingsheng was wearing a little thin.
Yang Zhao thanked the security guard and said to Chen Mingsheng, "Go upstairs."
Chen Mingsheng held his cane and said to Yang Zhao, "Miss Yang, I..."
"Call me Yang Zhao."
"..."
Yang Zhao was dressed very casually, with slippers on his feet, his jet-black hair draped over his shoulders, making his neck look thin and white.
Chen Mingsheng lowered his head slightly and followed behind Yang Zhao.
After entering the house, Chen Mingsheng didn't go in.
Yang Zhao looked back at him, "Come in."
Chen Mingsheng said: "I won't go in, just take my things and leave."
Yang Zhao looked at him with folded arms, and said, "If you don't come in, how can you get things?"
Chen Mingsheng: "..."
Yang Zhao ignored him, turned his head and went into the bedroom. Chen Mingsheng stood where he was, unable to move forward or retreat.
He had to take off his shoes to enter the house. It was not that simple for him to take off his shoes. He had to sit on the ground, but he didn't want to sit on the ground directly.
After a while, Yang Zhao came out of the bedroom, and she changed into a dress. This is a long dark green dress that hangs down to the ankles. The style is very simple, but it sets off the figure very well.
Chen Mingsheng's eyes were dark, and he looked at Yang Zhao quietly.
Yang Zhao held a glass of water, took a sip, and said lightly, "What's wrong."
Chen Mingsheng's voice was muffled: "I won't go in, what about the prosthesis."
Yang Zhao put down his cup and said to Chen Mingsheng: "Don't get me wrong, I mean no harm. Your illness is not cured yet, so you can't drive now."
Chen Mingsheng frowned.
Yang Zhao went on to say, "I'll return the artificial limb to you when you recover from your illness."
Chen Mingsheng looked at Yang Zhao, and said in a low voice after a while, "Aren't you meddling in your own business?"
Yang Zhao said, "It's up to you."
Chen Mingsheng's face was already slightly angry.
"What about the prosthesis?"
Yang Zhao: "If you want to find it, you have to enter the house to find it."
Chen Mingsheng: "What exactly do you want?"
Yang Zhao took a few steps forward and came to Chen Mingsheng.
"Come in and sit."
Chen Mingsheng looked at Yang Zhao with frowned eyebrows. Yang Zhao didn't wear any makeup and had a pure makeup without makeup. She is not beautiful, but she has a unique temperament, which is cold and attractive.
Chen Mingsheng held his crutches and did not move.
Yang Zhao looked down and said lightly, "You don't need to take off your shoes, just come in."
Chen Mingsheng: "Give me something."
Yang Zhao looked at him with raised eyebrows.
Chen Mingsheng's face was tough and clear. He looked at Yang Zhao and said, "Give me something."
Looking at Chen Mingsheng's appearance, Yang Zhao couldn't help chuckling.
"You are so stubborn."
Chen Mingsheng: "I don't want to get angry with you, so give me the things."
Yang Zhao crossed his arms, took two steps back and stood still.
"If you don't give it, how are you going to get angry with me? Are you hitting a woman?"
Chen Mingsheng couldn't bear it anymore, "Are you sick? What can you do with a prosthetic limb?"
Yang Zhao: "I can wait for you."
Chen Mingsheng raised his head suddenly.
No matter what Yang Zhao said, he always had a demeanor and an accent. She looked at Chen Mingsheng indifferently, and said, "Come in and sit."
Chen Mingsheng suddenly thought inappropriately, if one day two psychopaths argued about one thing, the seriously ill one would definitely win.
He entered the room with a cane, sat down on the scarlet sofa, and Yang Zhao turned and went into the kitchen.
Chen Mingsheng sat dryly. He looked around and found no artificial limbs.
Of course, if the master hid it deliberately, how could he be seen so easily.
After a while, Yang Zhao still didn't come out. Chen Mingsheng hesitated for a while whether to call her. If you want to call her, what should you call her? Miss Yang? Or Yang Zhao
He doesn't want to call any of them, he just wants to get out of here quickly with his prosthesis.
When Chen Mingsheng was getting impatient with the wait, Yang Zhao quickly walked out from the kitchen. She stared at Chen Mingsheng, who was puzzled by her.
"What's wrong?"
Yang Zhao: "How did you light the fire?"
"What?"
Yang Zhao gestured in the direction of the kitchen at the back, and said, "Yesterday, how did you boil the water? Why didn't the fire light up?"
Chen Mingsheng: "..."
Yang Zhao: "Did it break yesterday?"
Chen Mingsheng had nothing to say to this woman. He grabbed the crutch with one hand, stood up with support, and walked over in two steps. Yang Zhao was surprised to find that although Chen Mingsheng had only one leg left, he still walked very fast.
Chen Mingsheng entered the kitchen, and Yang Zhao followed him, saying as he walked, "I've ordered it many times, but it doesn't light at all. There's no sound at all."
Chen Mingsheng didn't speak, he walked over and turned the switch.
"Is it not working?"
"..."
"You wait, I'll call the manufacturer, it's still under warranty."
"You didn't turn on the gas valve."
"Um?"
Chen Mingsheng tapped the cabinet below with his finger.
"The gas valve is not turned on, what kind of fire are you lighting?"
"Gas valve?" Yang Zhao frowned, his eyes were serious amid doubts, "Where is it?"
Chen Mingsheng tapped twice more without changing the position of his finger.
Yang Zhao walked around him, opened the cupboard, and looked in with his back bent.
"Which one is it?"
Chen Mingsheng: "The blue one, turn it over."
Yang Zhao: "I see." She stood up, lifted up the hem of her skirt to get ready, and let it go down again. After going down again, the skirt was still spread all over the floor.
Chen Mingsheng sighed, took Yang Zhao's arm, and pulled her up.
"Um?"
Chen Mingsheng: "I'll do it."
Yang Zhao was pulled aside by him, Chen Mingsheng stretched out the crutch casually, and Yang Zhao took it subconsciously. Chen Mingsheng squatted down on one leg, stretched his hand into the cabinet, and stood up without even looking at it in half a second.
"alright."
Yang Zhao handed him the cane, and Chen Mingsheng glanced at her and said, "What are you doing lighting the fire?"
Yang Zhao: "Hot milk."
Chen Mingsheng couldn't help but said, "Do you usually heat milk?"
Yang Zhao: "It's not hot." She picked up the milk pot on the kitchen counter and showed it to Chen Mingsheng. "Didn't you find a milk pot yesterday, I went out this morning to buy milk, try it."
Chen Mingsheng: "..."
Yang Zhao returned to the kitchen counter, poured all the can of milk into the milk pot, and started to light the fire again. She twisted and twisted the switch, but it still didn't light.
Yang Zhao opened the cupboard, "Did you turn it over?"
Chen Mingsheng was speechless watching from the sidelines, and he closed the cupboard with one hand. Press and turn the switch, and the flames burst into flames.
"Huh?" Yang Zhao glanced at Chen Mingsheng, "What's the matter? You can use it just by twisting it."
Chen Mingsheng: "Hold on and turn." After speaking, he thought for a while, and then said to Yang Zhao who was experimenting: "You just let off gas like that, it's very dangerous."
Yang Zhao snorted, and lit the fire himself.
"Okay." She took the milk pot and put it on the flame.
Chen Mingsheng asked himself that he had never seen such a woman since he was so old. Leaning on the kitchen counter, he asked Yang Zhao who was focused, "Have you ever been in the kitchen?"
Yang Zhao stared at the milk pot and replied, "I've never been in this." Then she added, "I know how to use an induction cooker." Chen Mingsheng asked, "Then why are you decorating this kitchen?"
Yang Zhao: "I didn't decorate it. This is a hardcover room. I rented it."
Chen Mingsheng: "How do you usually eat?"
Yang Zhao glanced at him, "Order takeaway."
Chen Mingsheng nodded and stopped talking.
After a while, the milk was about to burst into the pot, Yang Zhao lifted the milk pot and put it aside, then turned off the fire. She went to the living room to get a glass, poured half a glass of milk and handed it to Chen Mingsheng.
Chen Mingsheng shook his head, "Thank you, no need, drink it yourself."
Yang Zhao: "I don't like drinking milk."
Chen Mingsheng looked at Yang Zhao in disbelief.
"You don't like drinking milk, what do you buy milk for?"
Yang Zhao: "Try the pot."
Chen Mingsheng: "..."