Glass man

Sometimes even worse.Unable to get out, he had to quit his turnaround in the theater early, and also found a temporary job at home as a copyist for an elementary school.The girl's work and rest time is unbelievable, with no rules to follow.Cheng Jiang tried to sum up the rules several times, but every time he saw a clue of time, changes would appear again.

Chaotic schedule.

He could hardly sleep, and always seemed to be awakened by something just after he lay down. When he was awake, he only took care of the baby and copied books, leaving a pitiful little time for washing and cooking.He bought breast milk from Evelyn, and he bought some cheaper powdered milk and boiled it with water.He often doesn't understand what he is cooking.

He himself is not without problems.

Going back in time suddenly, the past and the future are both messed up.Chest tightness and heart angina caused by lack of sleep, his fingers were extremely stiff after writing too much, his arms were sore and swollen after holding the baby for a long time, and he was always tormented by all kinds of unreasonable anxieties in his heart.He waited, ran, and fell into an endless loop in his dreams.During the last three months in Cold Bay, he had not only been keeping Cynthia alive, but himself as well.

If he wanted to break out of this cycle, he had to leave Cold Bay.

So far everything seems different, but he can't let up.He didn't know exactly where the fatal mistake was, and he had to be careful about every detail.

But Cheng Yuegu exposed the illusion again.

His work...Because he took care of Cynthia by himself these days, he even had to wait for the fragmented time when she fell asleep before he could concentrate on finishing his work.At least until she was two years old, it was impossible for him to leave her somewhere to go to work by herself, because there would be no difference.Turning around, he is just recreating Lengwan's home in Shen Jiqing's place, and this is an intolerable blasphemy for everyone.

But looking at their financial situation, except for the extra help from their mother and Shen Jiqing, is it different from before?Perhaps even on this side of the new wall, their lives are essentially the same as before.

There's none?

Cheng Jiang put down the phone, suppressed his mind, and tried to distract himself by looking at the phone for a while.

It was only later that he learned that Telegram is a communication software used by everyone in China. Its functions are not only for sending messages and sharing photos, but also for paying phone bills and hailing taxis.Before Shen Jiqing left, she finally remembered to exchange communication methods with him, so that it would be more convenient to contact him in the future.

Cheng Jiang thought about the tone of his words and opened his home page.

The cover of Shen Jiqing's Telescope page is a photo that I don't know if he took it himself. In the middle is a small blue flower with a purple pistil. The petals are crystal clear and the inflorescence is unique, which has a sense of literature and art.He didn't block Cheng Jiang, but he swipe down and found that the personal sharing he has posted in the past nine years is probably not as much as Lin Suimeng's in a month, basically one post a year, and the time is marked on September 9——Cheng Jiang remembered it clearly because it was the date Cynthia was born.

Each of Shen Jiqing's content is as full of literary and youthful atmosphere as his cover: Yishuier's still life photography of glass and ceramics, without words.He has photographed a small porcelain cactus in tender blue, a standing porcelain rabbit with a small white flower in its arms, a pure white porcelain bird with only an abstract shape, and even a blinking clown with bright colors.

According to the rules, Shen Jiqing's broadcast this year will be in one month.

Cheng Jiang was a little curious about what he would post this year, but right now, what he wanted to know most was when Shen Jiqing would come back.

When the other party was about to leave, he only said that he would be away for half a month, and after more than a week, he sent Cheng Jiang the first message - a lot of delicately packaged brown goat cheese, piled up on the table in the hotel, forming a big group photo . "I heard that Norwegian brown cheese is very good." Shen Jiqing looked very happy, "I have always liked dairy products, and I just spread it on bread when I go back. What do you think?"

Cheng Jiang read it, and asked him when he would be back after finishing it, but the latter waited for almost a week before replying to him.

He guessed that the place where Shen Jiqing went might not have a good internet connection.

Shen Jiqing said that his return flight was a night flight, and when he got home, it was about seven or eight o'clock in the morning, and he was sent to the vicinity of the community by the car of his work unit.

Just in time for breakfast.

With one day left before Shen Jiqing's return, Cheng Jiang decided to go out.

Not every day, walking around the community, but taking Cynthia to the weekend supermarket to buy ingredients.The family has run out of ammunition and food, and he also made up his mind to challenge the comfort zone.

At first everything went well.

Cheng Jiang bought two bags of sliced ​​whole wheat bread, a bag of noodles that could be cooked for Cynthia, and weighed some water spinach.He went around and picked up a lot of things, because he felt that Shen Jiqing was on a long journey, and planned to cook him a hearty meal at noon.When he came out, he saw that the hanging ornaments in the middle of the mall on the first floor had been changed.It was winter the last time I came, and it was midsummer now.

Many decorations in the supermarket have changed, from Christmas ornaments to yellow-pink and silver translucent three-dimensional stars, swaying in mid-air.

He moved his gaze down and saw a small macaron-colored shop opposite.

There was a row of minions standing in the window, all of them were humanoid plastic mannequins in the shape of children, wearing all kinds of small clothes, so Cheng Jiang knew that it was probably a baby clothes store.

He stood there watching from a distance for a while, tentatively preparing to go over and take a look.

Cheng Jiang pushed Cynthia directly into the store, wandered around in a daze among the colorful scenes, and managed to find a product area suitable for children of her age.He casually flipped over the price tag of a hat, looked at it for a while, and then carefully put the tag back.

He still doesn't quite understand why a piece of clothing here is more expensive than his monthly rent in Cold Bay.

But Cynthia liked colorful things, and she was sitting in a stroller next to her, clutching the hem of a yellow-blue plaid baby skirt with ruffled leaves.He patted her hand, but she suddenly looked up, and her big light blue eyes met his directly.

This was probably the first time she had made it clear that she wanted him to buy her something.

Cheng Jiang couldn't refuse.He turned over the price tag again, looked at the numbers on it, and recalled his salary balance for this month.When I finally decided to pay, there was already a light fingernail print on the price tag.

He pushed the stroller to the window and took out his wallet to pay her.

There was a "beep" sound on the small payment box, Cheng Jiang turned his head, and suddenly saw Cynthia sitting in the stroller facing the window, and burst into tears for no reason.The location of the shop was very small, and when she cried like this, her voice seemed to be muffled, making it extremely harsh.Cheng Jiang frantically tried to comfort her, but this time she didn't appreciate it at all, and had no intention of stopping at all.

"Shall we go home? Go home?"

But the baby just cries.

Cheng Jiang was at a loss. When he looked up, he saw the salesperson staring at them from the corner of one eye, and saw several other customers looking towards the door with the other eye.In his panic, he didn't care to continue to appease her, and hurriedly pushed her out.

He shouldn't have come out.Because there are just more people out there.

There is such a fragment in a book Cheng Jiang read in middle school:

In a poor boarding school, a girl named Jane [Note] was accused of being a liar and ordered to stand on a high stool for everyone to point out.Of course, Leng Wan would not have this kind of punishment, but he was particularly impressed by this episode, because he felt that it was probably one of the most terrifying psychological tortures a person can suffer.

Cheng Jiang knew that he was neither in the place where human rights and self-esteem were probably not so important in the story, nor was he standing on a stool with an unfounded charge, but when he was sitting on the bus, he pretended to be indifferent like Jane. He suddenly knew what that unfortunate girl must have been like when he saw the meaningless eyes from others.

He heard someone say:

"Why do you care so much about things as a father? Why don't you coax the children when they are crying so much?"

Cheng Jiang didn't know why Cynthia was crying so hard this time.Maybe it was because he didn't know the reason, so he tried several times, but he just couldn't calm her down.He doesn't quite remember how he managed to get home, because all he remembers of the journey are the piercing cries, the helpless shame and almost omnipresent, peering into their eyes.When she entered the living room still sobbing, he felt only exhausted, and an inappropriate, aggrieved anger.

I don't know why.Cynthia was always doing things for no apparent reason.

He left her in the living room, ran into the bathroom by himself, and closed the door as silently as possible.He pressed his back against the door, and amidst the alarm-like cries in the living room, he yelled in a broken voice that hardly resembled his own:

"What the hell are you crying for?"

He looked up and saw the black shadow reflected in the white wall on the ceiling, panting heavily, just waiting for his emotions to calm down as soon as possible so that he could go back to the living room to appease Cynthia.No one will appease him, and that's the price.Since he naively and ignorantly chose to have a child that he didn't even think about how to raise, he was passively grabbed and pulled out by his hair, and pushed into a circle called responsibility and maturity.

She is my responsibility, he thought, and I should take care of her.

Because she is my...responsibility.

He covered his face and slowly squatted down along the door panel, pressing his eyes to his sleeves.

It doesn't matter, Shen Jiqing should be back tomorrow.

Just wait until he comes back.

tomorrow……?

The weather forecast says it will rain.

The author has something to say: Note: It is the Cold Bay version of "Jane Eyre".

☆、chapter22

Shen Jiqing looked out the window and recognized the drizzle in the early morning.

By the time the bus drove onto the highway, the drizzle had turned into dense drizzle; and when they entered the city, the drizzle had turned into denser moderate rain.

Shen Jiqing likes to sit by the window when he is in the car, because this way he can rest his head somewhere when he dozes off, instead of hanging it at a weird angle in mid-air.He found that no matter how long a person slept, as long as he was in a vehicle with no view and generally comfortable, he always liked to sleep.He had been half asleep and half awake on the plane for more than ten hours, and at this time he still knocked his head on the window glass and said nothing.

If he is said to be asleep, but his eyes are half-opened, he can still clearly hear the hum of the car window vibrating and the voices of people around him; if he is still awake, he is indeed still a little delirious .

However, it is not easy to sleep on the windowpanes on rainy days, because it is cold from the outside to the inside.In addition, the bus had been running for a long time, and the upper window frame was rattling when it was driving. To Shen Jiqing's ears, it seemed that the whole car was going to be scrapped.However, he never cared much about these details, and kept leaning on it safely until his colleagues in the back seat called him up.

"Shen Gong, you're here!"

He sat up sleepily, and subconsciously glanced out again.

It was still raining, and it had turned into a torrential downpour.

"Have you brought an umbrella?" Another colleague in the front row asked him.

He did have an umbrella in his suitcase, but he couldn't remember where he put it, so he didn't bother to take it out.With a lazy wave of his hand, he pushed the suitcase stuck between the front of the seat next to him and the front row with some difficulty into the aisle.When he stood up, he wiped the fog on the window carelessly with his sleeve, glanced outside, estimated the distance home from here, and said casually:

"Forget it! This distance is not a big deal."

The driver asked loudly:

"How about I open it for you again?"

"It's okay," Shen Jiqing pushed the luggage to the door of the car, and lifted it up, "Then I leave first?"

He was very popular, and he got out of the car amidst the voices of "see you next week".I dragged my waterproof suitcase and walked slowly along the street, and didn't mean to deliberately hide from the rain under the eaves of the shops on the street.He turned the corner, wiped the water off his face, and glanced at the gate of the community across the road.

He began to wait for the traffic lights without any haste.

It is probably only around seven or eight in the morning, and the weather is bad, and the streets are almost empty.Shen Jiqing was so happy that he was the only one in sight, and while waiting for the green light, he casually looked forward.Looking closely, there was actually another person standing there with an umbrella at the gate of the community, and it seemed that he had been standing there for a while.

I don't know what to wait for.

The umbrella that the man was holding was black, and it was terribly large by visual inspection.He inspected it visually, and felt that it was probably the same as the extra-large umbrella at home, which could accommodate three or four people without any effort, and he didn't know why the other party was holding such a big umbrella by himself.

While he was thinking, the person holding the umbrella suddenly started to move.

He walked from the gate of the community to the back of the zebra crossing, probably also crossing the road.

It was not easy for Shen Jiqing to concentrate, so she kept paying attention to the person holding the umbrella at this moment, to see where he was going.When the green light really flashed, he paused for a few seconds.At this time, the person on the opposite side had already trotted over kicking the water, and was actually wearing a funny plastic yellow plastic raincoat under the umbrella at the same time.Shen Jiqing wiped the water off his face again, and just as he habitually smiled at the other party, he realized that he knew the person walking over.

Cheng Jiang asked:

"It's raining so hard, why don't you take an umbrella?"

Cheng Jiang originally had slender arms and legs, and with the trot all the way, he had to hold the handle of the umbrella with both hands a little ridiculously, so as not to let the big umbrella, which was much heavier than the normal umbrella, swing to the ground .

Even so, after swaying all the way here and there, such a big umbrella hardly played any role, causing him to splash water all over his face.However, his body was blocked by the raincoat anyway, so he should still be dry.

As soon as Cheng Jiang stood still, he handed the umbrella up, protecting Shen Jiqing and his waterproof box from the dense rain.

In terms of body size, Cheng Jiang is a size smaller than Shen Jiqing.The umbrella holder was half a head shorter than the standing one, so in order to maintain the balance of the umbrella bone, he could only hold it up with both hands, but when he raised his hand, the water on the sleeve covered his face again.

Cheng Jiang didn't care that the water didn't drip into his eyes, but just said from the angle formed by raising his arms:

"I saw a person carrying a suitcase from the opposite side, and I thought it looked like you, so I came here to make sure. Why don't you cross the road?"

Shen Jiqing took the umbrella and freed his twisted hands.There are only a few seconds left in the countdown to the green light, and they can only wait for the next green light.

"I was just thinking about something else and then I forgot," he replied. "This road is really annoying. The red light takes twice as long as the green light. Thank you for coming."

He pulled the box aside and signaled Cheng Jiang to stand on the other side of the umbrella handle.

"What's it like in Norway?"

"The sky is high and the clouds are clear, the air is fresh and refreshing. Why do you want to pick me up?"

"It started to rain in the middle of the night, it was very cold, and then it rained again in the morning. I thought it was raining heavily, so I went out to have a look. If you brought an umbrella, you are welcome."

"If you don't come, I'll be drowned."

Hearing this, Cheng Jiang turned his face sideways and looked at Shen Jiqing's body dripping water everywhere.

"Did you really not have an umbrella?"

"I can't tell."

Cheng Jiang sighed. "Good for you."

"Where's the moon? Are you afraid of leaving her alone in the house?"

"It's still dark. She woke up once more than six o'clock, and I put her back to sleep. I made all the arrangements before I left. There shouldn't be anything wrong after I come out for a while."

"After walking for so long, the children may have forgotten who I am."

"You've only been away for more than ten days, isn't it?"

"I hope she hasn't forgotten me."

"I don't think so." Pausing for a while, he added: "Even if you forget, you should take care of her, right? Just treat it as getting to know her again."

"Yes." Shen Jiqing smiled, "But how do you know when to come out to find me?"

"Didn't you say seven or eight o'clock? I don't know exactly when you will come back. It seems that the time is right, so I came out. I don't know which direction you came back from, so I can only stand at the gate of the community and look around."

They seem to have returned to the time when Shen Jiqing held an umbrella for Cheng Jiang and led him in nearly a year ago.This time the umbrella was opened, but the space under the umbrella was still very small, and Cheng Jiang was almost standing next to him.Of course it's impossible to actually stick it on, because there are layers of clothes, yellow rubber raincoats and rain in the middle.Shen Jiqing felt that as long as she raised her hand, she seemed to be able to hold Cheng Jiang's little man in her arms.

The green light finally came on, and they started walking.

In order to make it easier for Shen Jiqing to carry the suitcase, Cheng Jiang took the umbrella and held it high.

The two of them came down from the curb.He noticed that because a thick layer of water had accumulated on the ground, Cheng Jiang walked on tiptoes, even though this walking was for the same purpose as holding an umbrella for Shen Jiqing——when he ran over, his shoes were already gone. drenched.

They took another two or three steps. Over their heads, the rain began to turn into a thin net, and they were two worms in the net.Shen Jiqing said:

"Do you know that if someone else saw you like this, they wouldn't be able to guess that you were wearing both a raincoat and an umbrella. What are you using the umbrella for?"

"You are better." Cheng Jiang said softly, "I didn't know how to walk faster without an umbrella, but I was still standing in front of the green light."

Shen Jiqing laughed muffled.The two of them had rarely exchanged such innocuous jokes with each other before.

"I'm glad you're here," he repeated.

They crossed the road and walked a short distance after entering the community. He saw the brightly lit windows of his house from a distance.When Cheng Jiang took out the key from his raincoat pocket to open the door, he put away the umbrella and said with emotion:

"It's already morning, why is it still so dark?"

After he finished speaking, he felt that these words were simply nonsense against the backdrop of the heavy rain.But for some reason, this nonsense spun around in his mouth, but after all, he didn't catch it and let it leak out.At this time, he noticed that Cheng Jiang's right wrist holding the doorknob shook very lightly.

Cheng Jiang opened the door for Shen Jiqing, who had been chilled for a long time, took the umbrella in his hand, and shook it on the floor of the entrance.The box had already been pushed in, but because it was also dripping wet, it was left at the entrance on the tiled floor and was not pushed in again.

"Go upstairs and take a hot shower first." He kicked off his soaked canvas shoes, "Don't catch yourself a cold, then I'll get you something to eat."

Shen Jiqing responded behind him.

With his back turned to him, Cheng Jiang tore off a thin layer of raincoat and folded it a few times, and stepped on barefoot slippers and went straight into the bathroom next to the entrance.He also took a shower as fast as he could, and then came out and took the soaked shoes of the two of them to the hair dryer one by one, drying them half dry first.

He noticed that the suitcase was half-hidden, and when he turned his head, he saw a mess of gadgets on the dining table.He probed and looked, and saw that besides a few wrapped bags, there was also a straw-haired villain in a Viking helmet, with an exaggerated smile and a nose longer than his head.Next to the villain were six small blue paper boxes randomly placed, well packaged, and when he picked it up and smelled it, there seemed to be a faint milky fragrance inside.

He immediately guessed what was inside.

☆、chapter23

By the time Shen Jiqing finished washing and went downstairs to eat, the living room was already filled with the aroma of melted thick cheese.Cheng Jiang was using a small spatula to spread a thick layer of cheese melted in the microwave on the hot bread slices, and then arranged them neatly on a porcelain plate.He glanced back as he worked, noticing where his little girl had crawled into, just up.

As an enthusiastic diner, Shen Jiqing also crawled under the table while waiting for breakfast, trying to get Cynthia out from below.

As soon as the little girl was touched by him, she let out a shriek, and he could only retract his hand regretfully, and sat down on the chair again.

The cheese bruschetta was on the table.

All other odds and ends on the table were transferred to the chest of drawers, so Cheng Jiang carefully placed two cups of milk and a large disc in the center of the table, symmetrically positioned at the same distance from the left and right sides of the table.All the bread on the plate was cut into small square pieces the length of a little finger, and half-solidified brown cheese a few millimeters in height was sandwiched between each two pieces.Cheng Jiang sometimes likes to make a little insignificant design on the shape of the food, "to make up for other deficiencies".

Shen Jiqing noticed that the plate was not in the family before: it was a large round plate with wavy edges, surrounded by grass-green vines and orange-pink berries, which was very rural.He wiped his hands, picked up a loaf of bread from the edge, and sniffed it first.

"Is the plate new?"

"Yeah," Cheng Jiang said a little embarrassedly, "I fell a lot of things in the past two weeks."

At this time, he had already held his daughter on his lap and let her play "horse riding" out of habit.The little girl seemed interested in what was on the plate, but Cheng Jiang said:

"No, there will be digestive problems."

He added:

"Do you still know him? Look here. Do you still know him?"

Cynthia turned her head and glanced at Shen Jiqing, then turned back, and turned back after a while, seeming to take a very careful look at him.

"I have to give her some time to think about it." Cheng Jiang said apologetically.

"It's okay." Shen Jiqing replied, biting off half of a mini bun at the same time.He chewed for a while, then threw the remaining half into his mouth.Then he attacked the other bread on the plate.

Cheng Jiangxian took a sip of the milk and asked:

"How about the cheese?"

"Very good. Very very good." Shen Jiqing said, at this time the second bread had disappeared between his teeth.There were more than two dozen small sandwiches piled up on the plate, enough for the two of them to eat.In fact, it took them less than 10 minutes to eat everything that was available on the table.

"I die without regret," he said at last, contentedly.

On the other side, Cheng Jiang gave him a veiled look for the unlucky words.

After breakfast, Cheng Jiang was flattered to find out that Shen Jiqing bought them another gift.

Half of the large and small packages on the table were souvenirs for him and Cynthia (the other half were for his colleagues and his parents who couldn't make it to Norway himself).

Cynthia was too young to appreciate art, so Cheng Jiang was appointed as the owner of the straw-haired, long-nosed child.

Shen Jiqing was very interested, and even made a long speech, trying to explain the ins and outs of the mountain monster decoration to Cheng Jiang.He started with the relatively normal "Hundreds or even thousands of years ago, the people who lived in the forests and fjords of Norway were not the modern Norwegians, but a group of aborigines", and then detailed but still fit the topic. It is said that "the troll likes to drink porridge, and its nose is used to stir it" and "Norwegians will put a big bowl of porridge at the door at Christmas time".Before Cheng Jiang stopped him, the topic had deviated to the point of "I think the mountain demon might like shredded mushroom and shredded chicken porridge, but do you think they can catch chickens if they live in the forest?"In the end, he managed to bring back the topic, and ended his speech by telling that the mountain demon meant happiness and joy.

The orator then presents other gifts to his audience.There are still some wool products in the wrapped bag, because Shen Jiqing said that Norway's wool craftsmanship is very famous.He bought a small sweater for Cynthia, because he didn't know the size, so he bought it a little bigger, and she could wear it when she grew up.

He didn't know the size of Cheng Jiang's usual clothes, so he bought him six pairs of identical dark blue wool socks.

"Liu Liu Da Shun." He explained.

It probably meant something, because the rain had died down by the time they had breakfast, and it was full daylight when he said this.Cheng Jiang checked the weather forecast the day before and said that there would be another game this afternoon, so he decided to take Cynthia out this morning instead.

He originally wanted to ask Shen Jiqing if he wanted to go out with them.Cynthia had completely forgotten about him, and the relationship needed to be cultivated again, but the other party politely declined.Shen Jiqing needed to go back to the room to catch up on sleep, Cheng Jiang recalled how exhausted he was when he took the plane from Cold Bay earlier this year, so he no longer asked.

After 10 minutes, they went out and circled the community for two-thirds of the way according to the established route. On the way, Cheng Jiang once again habitually visited the "garden of ruins" in the red brick building.

Someone may have planted it on purpose, because in this short period of time the open space has been filled with various unknown flowers, some of which have such long flower stems that the lichen underneath can hardly be seen from a distance.

Cheng Jiang pushed the stroller to the side of the garden and looked inside carefully.

He suddenly remembered what Shen Jiqing said about "the family lacks vitality".At this time, seeing that the flowers planted in public areas that could not be cared for routinely grow so lush, he once again felt eager to try to grow flowers.He knelt down, picked up a purple pistil and small blue flower that he thought was beautiful, held it in his hand, and looked at it again and again.

The flower looked familiar, but he could neither recall where he had seen it nor what its name was.

No matter what method I use, if I can make a flower bloom in the house, Cheng Jiang thought, he will be very happy, right?He turned around to look at the flower, and suddenly there was a sense of excitement that was strange to him.In Cold Bay, he rarely got excited about anything, but recently it has started to happen more often.About carefully planning the time to go out to pick up people, about carefully preparing breakfast, and about planting flowers, it seems that they all have something to do with Shen Jiqing.

The breeze blows over, and it is very comfortable to hit the face.

He looked up at the roof of the red wall, and felt that it had been covered with golden light by the scorching sun.

During the season when plants are lush, Cheng Jiang keeps a schedule of visiting various yards.In a row of yards, he especially likes to go to the front of the old cat's house.This is mainly due to two reasons:

1. In the yard of the old man cat, there are cats that both Cynthia and Cheng Jiang like to see.

2. The old cat stays at home most of the time, and the frequency of entering the yard is low.

But there are no cats in the yard this morning, only the old cat.

Cheng Jiang barely restrained his disrespectful behavior of turning around and leaving, and first politely greeted Mr. Mao Yi who was sitting on a hollow iron bench in the yard.

Mr. Mao looked to be in his seventies, wearing a cotton shirt, and his hair was neatly combed.When Cheng Jiang introduced himself to him, and showed that they were here to see if the cat was there, he said almost kindly:

"Look! But it's not up to me whether the cat is there or not."

Today, there is only one orange cat in the yard, which is not very afraid of people.The old cat said that this cat was not very social, and the other cats probably went out to play by themselves.

"These cats stay in several places in the yard, only the 'squirrel' always likes to sit in my yard. My daughter likes it the most, but she has been sick since she gave birth and doesn't come here often."

He didn't mean to get up, but just watched them quietly.Cheng Jiang himself teased the cat with a piece of dog's tail grass in the grass.The orange cat didn't seem to be very interested in this, but just rolled in the grass on its own.Cynthia was delighted.

"Maomao," she said, pronouncing it much more accurately.

Cheng Jiang raised his head inadvertently, and caught a glimpse of the old cat's eyes.

He still looked peaceful and kind, but Cheng Jiang clearly felt that there was deep sadness in his eyes.

That look made Cheng Jiang inexplicably think of "Richard Corey" in the poem.

Shen Jiqing didn't get up until Cheng Jiang went upstairs to knock on the door of Shen Jiqing's room before lunch.

His hair is messed up like a chicken coop, but the pajamas and everything are still smooth, the same ones he wore in the morning.The door opened very quickly, so Cheng Jiang couldn't help but think about what kind of sleeping position he needs to sleep to reveal his current appearance.

It may be that the person who returned from the journey was particularly sleep-deprived. Shen Jiqing still didn't seem very energetic at this time, and he didn't eat too much, but this did not affect his appreciation of the mashed potatoes with sauce and fried cod at noon.Because it was the first time to cook these two dishes, Cheng Jiang felt that the gravy of mashed potatoes was a little too salty, and the cod was a little mushy, but Shen Jiqing didn't seem to notice it at all.

Shen Jiqing was about to take a nap after eating, at this time Cheng Jiang suggested:

"Open the door when you're sleeping, so you can get some air. We'll be in the living room at noon and won't go upstairs."

Shen Jiqing smiled, and didn't say whether she decided to sleep with the door open or not.He sat in the living room and helped Cheng Jiang watch the girl's movements. After Cheng Jiang finished cleaning the kitchen, he went upstairs by himself.

As soon as he left, Cheng Jiang began to use the laptop he had taken down long ago to check the varieties of flowers he had picked up in the morning.He searched and verified with the flower illustrated book, and finally determined that the blue flower in the ruin garden was cornflower, a flower that evolved from wildflowers and was often planted in large areas.

He studied the photo for a while before he remembered why the flower looked so familiar:

Isn't this the flower on the cover of Shen Jiqing's Telegram?

Cheng Jiang then scrolled down and read some short articles such as planting instructions.Cornflowers occupy one-fifth of the open space, and there are hundreds of them in the entire ruin garden, which shows how easy it is to reproduce.

So he thought: Can we transplant a few plants to Shen Jiqing's house?

He was determined to try it as soon as possible, because there were still a few old earthen pots piled up in the corner of the yard.

☆、chapter24

Cheng Jiang felt that he was a serious person, especially after leaving the new wall.

Was Cheng Yuegu disappointed in him?

What is the old cat thinking?

Why did that old lady keep looking at him when she went out last time?

He became more and more sensitive, uncontrollably silently speculating about other people's attitudes and intentions, even though sometimes these things had nothing to do with him.

For example, he has been thinking for a long time why Shen Jiqing would post a photo in Telescope every September 9th.

He was impressed by the date, because it was the day Cynthia was born.Could it be that Shen Jiqing himself also had a birthday on this day, so he specially posted a picture to celebrate?However, Cheng Jiang has never seen such a strange way to celebrate a birthday—if it is a birthday, at least he should post some photos of the lively scene and write a couple of commemorative words, right?

Neither did Shen Jiqing.

However, considering that Shen Jiqing is a person who does not play cards according to common sense, this date may be any commemorative day-birthday, housewarming day, relative's birthday, or even death day.The answer to the question is impossible to judge, because Shen Jiqing's photos roughly look like each one.

Standing in front of a specially processed slightly blurred background is a small translucent object, each with a different theme, without any emotional elements.Shen Jiqing's photography skills are quite satisfactory, and the white balance is adjusted too blue, so every photo looks blue at first glance.

In fact, Cheng Jiang has a lot to think about every day.

He wants to think about how to translate "unreconciled" into "hateto", "notresignedto" or "notreconciledto" and the subtle differences between them; The cat stays together; he also has to think about how much black rice he should add to the white rice porridge he cooks tomorrow, and how dark the porridge will be with different proportions of black rice.

But this didn't stop him from pondering what September 9 meant to Shen Jiqing day after day.

In order to clarify his thoughts, he even made a special table:

[September 9 may be:]

1. Shen Jiqing's birthday

2. A date with a positive meaning but not directly related to Shen Jiqing himself (eg: his father's birthday)

3. A negative meaning