This psychologist is weird

Chapter 4

The lights in the living room seemed to be brighter than those in the corridor, so when the door was opened,
Instead, the light in the corridor bypasses the old man outside the door, and Chen Lun inside the door is reflected into some rooms from both sides.

Chen Lun stood by the door of the living room, with one hand still resting on the handle behind the door. Behind him, the TV in the living room and the mobile phone with the screen on on the table were still ringing.

"Xiao Chen, you're back..."

The old man standing at the door looked up at Chen Lun who opened the door,

The two wrinkled hands were squeezed together, looking a little cramped, with a smile on his face, and he greeted Chen Lun,

Chen Lun looked at the cramped old man,

This old man is just a lonely old man downstairs in the same building and unit. Chen Lun is not familiar with him.
I met this old man only because a few days ago, the only old TV that could receive some information from the outside world had some problems.
The old man was a little anxious and worried, and wanted to ask someone to help him watch his TV, so he stood hesitantly for a long time downstairs,

While waiting for Chen Lun to go downstairs and pass by, he only saw the old man looking at the same building with some embarrassment, and another young man who was passing by, hesitant to go forward, but repeatedly squeezed his hand,

It wasn't until Chen Lun walked by that the old man finally stopped him, almost begging Chen Lun for help.

Chen Lun helped to watch it. Although the old TV was only because the old man pressed the wrong button on the remote control at some point, the old man who didn't know many words couldn't press it back.It wasn't until Chen Lun went to help him look at it that he pressed it again.

"I just got home, too, Qiubo."

Looking at the old man, Chen Lun responded.

"...Xiao Chen, there are a lot of fried dishes in my room today, and I'm alone. If you don't cook, Xiao Chen, why don't you come to my room to eat? It will save you from cooking again. "

After waiting for Chen Lun to answer, the old man said again,

"...the dishes are overcooked, and I can't finish them all by myself..."

Talking aloud, the old man looked at Chen Lun, and then repeated,

Holding each other's hands, with a smile on his face, he couldn't hide his embarrassment.
"... If it's not convenient for you, Xiao Chen, to go downstairs, I'll go and order some food for you... I can't finish it all by myself... Just thank you, Xiao Chen, for your help yesterday."

Before Chen Lun could answer, the old man just paused, then turned around and walked downstairs again.

"I didn't help much either."

Chen Lun replied again.

"...You can't say that."

The old man stood still, turned around, smiled awkwardly, and waved his hands.

"I'll bring you the food."

When the old man spoke again, he had to go downstairs again.

Looking at the old man, Chen Lun paused again,
"I don't need to trouble Uncle Qiu to bring it up. Uncle Qiu should serve up the dishes. Let's eat at Uncle Qiu's house. Thank you Uncle Qiu."

Chen Lun said again.

"...All the dishes are served, they can be eaten in the past, just served, they are still hot...No thanks, no thanks..."

Hearing Chen Lun's words, the old man stood still, a little happy, and hurriedly responded,

"Then Xiao Chen, let's go there."

The old man spoke again and led the way.

Chen Lun walked out of the house,
He didn't turn off the TV in the living room that was still playing the news, and he didn't go to get the mobile phone with the screen still on on the table.

In the kitchen, the rice cooker was still gurgling.

Chen Lun closed the door and followed the old man downstairs.

……

"...Xiao Chen, sit down."

After going down two floors, the old man pushed open the door that was only ajar, walked in, and greeted Chen Lun.

In the old man's house, the layout of the house is basically the same as that of the upstairs, but the orientation is slightly different.

In the living room, in the kitchen, and in the hallway leading to the bedrooms, every light can be seen to be on,

The TV leaning against the wall of the living room is also on, playing advertisements,

The window of the living room fell, and the night lingered outside the window.

"...Xiao Chen, sit down first. If you're hungry, eat first. There's still some soup in the pot. I'll fill it up."

Greeting Chen Lun to enter the house, the old man closed the living room door again, greeted him, and then hurriedly walked into the kitchen next to him.

Chen Lun walked to the dining table in the living room.

On the dining table, there were four dishes of fried dishes, and there was still some heat lingering.

The washed dishes and chopsticks were still stacked on the side of the table. Next to the table, there were two stools. It seemed that one of them was not used frequently, and there were obvious water marks from just wiping it.

"...Xiao Chen, sit down. Are you watching TV? The remote control panel is here, and you can adjust it yourself."

He said it was a bowl of soup, but he still brought out two large bowls, one with stewed soup and the other with some cold dishes.

Seeing that Chen Lun was still standing, the old man greeted him again.

Chen Lun moved his feet again, and sat down on a stool beside the table.

"... These are some stewed vegetables I bought in the shop outside the community. You young people like to eat this... I didn't buy much, so I asked the boss to weigh some for me."

Putting the bowl of soup in the place that had been vacated among several dishes, the old man explained again, smiling a little cautiously, and put the bowl of cold dish in front of Chen Lun.
"Taste it."

"Uncle Qiu, sit down too."

Chen Lun took the bowl and chopsticks handed over by the old man, and then said something to the old man.

Holding the chopsticks, he picked up the dishes on the chopsticks table and tasted them.

"……well……"

"Xiao Chen, how does it taste?"

Although he agreed, the old man still lowered his body, stood by the table, clasped his hands together, and asked Chen Lun if he liked it.

"taste good."

"...It's good, it's good...Then Xiao Chen, eat more... Do you want a bowl of soup? I'll get a spoon and get you a bowl...Okay, okay..."

Smiling, a little happy, the old man asked a few more questions before sitting down on the other side of the table again, picked up the bowls and chopsticks, and ate the food.
"...Today's meals are a little too much. If it weren't for you, Xiao Chen, I'm afraid I'd have to put them in the refrigerator for several days."

The old man held the bowl and chopsticks, ate, paused, smiled and said similar things before,

Chen Lun listened, just took some dishes on the table, ate, and didn't answer.

After moving his chopsticks again, the old man looked back at the TV that was on on the other side of the living room.
Right now, some news is playing on the TV,
"...This person is really getting more and more useless."

"...In the house, this old TV is only used on top of it. I don't intend to watch anything on weekdays. I just want to put it there. There is a sound in the house."

"I'm afraid that Xiao Chen will make fun of you when I say it. The TV set couldn't play the picture the night before yesterday. I knew I had pressed something wrong on the remote control panel, but I couldn't press it back... That night, lying on the bed , Turning over and over again, I can’t fall asleep. After a while, I want to get up again, watch TV, is it okay... and no one is going to tune him back, so how can it be good..."

"...In the end, I will trouble you, Xiao Chen."

The old man was talking, then turned his head a little bit, moved his chopsticks again, and ate some dishes that had been put into the bowl,
Listening to the old man's words, Chen Lun raised his head and slowed down his movements of eating with vegetables in his hands.
The old man put the vegetables in his bowl into his mouth and ate, chewed, then slowly raised his head, looked up, as if looking at the roof,

Slowed down a little more, and remained silent for a while,

"...Sometimes I think, what's the use of living like this for a childless person, just living like this day by day."

Chen Lun looked at the old man.

When the old man with his head raised said this, his eyes were a little red and seemed bloodshot.

"Cuber. Is there any soup in the pot?"

Chen Lun looked at the old man's red eyes and interrupted the old man's words.

"...Yes, yes..."

The old man came back to his senses and hurriedly responded.

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(End of this chapter)