The Fragrant Romance of the Abandoned House

Qi Jingzhi was chopping stuffing in the kitchen, and the sound of "da da da" chopping vegetables rang out one after another in the kitchen.The movements of Qi Jingzhi's hands were crisp and sharp, and the knife was fast and accurate. He stared at the rotten meat chopped on the cutting board, his eyes seemed to be out of focus, and he couldn't see any brilliance.

The movements of his hands became faster and faster, and in the end, he just swung the knife up and down mechanically.

"hiss……"

The tingling pain from his fingertip brought Qi Jingzhi back to his senses, he looked down, his index finger was accidentally cut, and a little blood oozed from his fingertip.He stared at his finger for a few seconds, the wound was a bit deep, the blood was seeping more and more, and a piece of red quickly spread from the fingertips.

Qi Jingzhi walked to the sink, turned on the faucet and rinsed the blood that kept oozing from his fingers.

After flushing for a long time, when I turned off the faucet, there was still a trace of blood coming out of the wound, and my finger hurt a little, with a tingling feeling.

Qi Jingzhi frowned, pressed the wound and walked towards the room.

He rummaged through the drawers, looking for bandages, and when he reached the medicine box, he caught a glimpse of a gray thing in the back of the drawer out of the corner of his eye.

Regardless of the wound on his hand, he reached out and touched the thing.

It was the gift he gave to Song Wei when he met Song Wei for the first time - a "big ball" made of clay.

Qi Jingzhi gently stroked this big golden hair, which was not pinched very nicely, with his fingers. The surface of the clay was a bit rough, and it felt hairy, which made Qi Jingzhi's hands itchy.

He stared blankly at the "big ball" in his hand, and the memories of Song Yi and Song Wei, from the first encounter, passed from his mind bit by bit, like a breeze blowing his face.

As if unconsciously, Qi Jingzhi slightly raised the corners of his mouth and smiled very gently.

When he came back to his senses, the blood on his finger had solidified, and the wound was no longer bleeding.He unwrapped the wound to cover the wound, and put the "big ball" into a cardboard box.

When they returned to the kitchen, the doorbell rang, and as soon as the door was opened, Cheng Cheng jumped in from the door.

"Why are you here? Where's Yu Xia? Didn't you go with him?" Qi Jingzhi said as he walked towards the kitchen.

Cheng Cheng followed behind him, "Today is Xiaonian, he is at home with his parents, he doesn't have time to tease me."

Cheng Cheng glanced at the room, always feeling that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong specifically.

It feels much cleaner than before.

wrong.

It should be too clean, a bit weirdly clean.

"Why do I feel that the house is so clean today?" Cheng Cheng asked, "Did you work so hard before? I remember when I came back to your house, it was a mess."

"It's almost the end of the year, can't I be diligent and clean the house?"

"Yo, when did Xiaozhi become so sensible."

Qi Jingzhi didn't speak, and went back to the kitchen to continue making dumplings.

Seeing that he didn't respond to his yelling "Xiao Zhizhi", Cheng Cheng was even more puzzled.Didn't you get mad when you heard these three words before?

He frowned.

Something was wrong with the house, and something seemed wrong with the people.

What's going on here?

"Where are you making dumplings?" Cheng Cheng glanced at the minced meat and leather on the table.

Qi Jingzhi nodded.

Cheng Cheng picked up a piece of leather and put it on his fingertips, twirled it twice like a two-person handkerchief, and said, "My Brother Qi is virtuous, he can even make dumplings, and I want to eat them too!"

"However," Cheng Cheng caught the skin that was about to fall, and looked at the dumplings that covered half of the table, "Isn't it too much for you?"

"I'm afraid he won't have enough to eat."

"Him? Brother Song?"

"Ah."

"This fucking is not enough to eat, do you think he is a pig?" Cheng Cheng picked up a dumpling and smelled it, "Are these stuffed with meat?"

"Ah."

Cheng Cheng grinned, "I like it, eh, by the way, go to my house for a New Year's Eve dinner on New Year's Eve, call Brother Song, and my mother will invite you to come over and have a good time."

Qi Jingzhi squinted at him, "Isn't it too much to ask Song Yi and me to go to your house for a New Year's Eve dinner?"

Cheng Cheng knew that he was referring to Lou Jia, and said, "Don't worry, Lou Jia has already left."

"gone?"

"Yeah, I went back to her mother's place. Brother Song's resignation from my father's place seems to have hit her hard. She has been mourning for a long time, and she hangs around in front of me with a bitter face every day, and she also resigned from the company's job. "Yes," Cheng Cheng said with disdain on his face, "You didn't see the way my dad coaxed her, but it was useless to comfort her for so long, and finally packed up and left."

"I reckon she moved here with my dad because of Brother Song."

Qi Jingzhi didn't speak, put some minced meat in the center of the leather, and pinched it around the edge.

Cheng Cheng glanced at the band-aid on his index finger and asked, "Have you started chopping stuffing?"

"En." Qi Jingzhi nodded.

"Be careful." Cheng Cheng glanced at him, squeezed the dumpling in his hand, "Are you going to the hospital soon?"

Qi Jingzhi hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Cheng Cheng put down the dumpling in his hand, suddenly looked at Qi Jingzhi seriously, and asked, "Brother Qi, what's wrong with you?"

Qi Jingzhi looked up at him.

"Don't tell me it's okay, something is wrong with you today, something is wrong with you, don't think I can't see it."

Qi Jingzhi twitched the corner of his mouth, and replied: "Then I really can only answer 'nothing'."

Cheng Cheng frowned, "Is it because of Brother Song?"

"Don't ask, is it done?" Qi Jingzhi lowered his head and continued making dumplings.

Cheng Cheng was silent for a few seconds, sighed, and said, "Okay, I won't ask."

Cheng Cheng hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help but say: "Brother Qi, I know that no matter what happens, it's all your own business, I can't control it, and I can't control it, you can hold it back if you want." , but if you really can’t hold back and feel uncomfortable, you must say it, don’t be like a boring gourd, I’m not used to you like this.”

"Ah."

"I'll go to the hospital with you in a while."

"Ah."

Cheng Cheng squeezed a dumpling with one hand, and asked, "I said, Chef Qi, may I order two to taste first?"

"That's right."

Qi Jingzhi packed a large box full of dumplings and went to the hospital with Cheng Cheng.Song Wei couldn't eat such greasy ones, so he made him other ones with lighter fillings, and also made some yam and jujube porridge.

"Is that too much?"

Song Yi opened the lunch box, and there was a box full of dumplings, one next to the other, all squeezed and deformed.

"It's more than good." Cheng Cheng sat by the bed and fed Song Wei porridge, "You didn't see how much he made. When we cooked, the pot couldn't hold it. This is probably only one tenth of it. one."

Qi Jingzhi rubbed his nose in embarrassment, and said to Song Yi: "There are still at home, I put the refrigerator for you."

Song Yi squeezed a dumpling and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Delicious." He looked at Qi Jingzhi with a smile, his cheeks were bulging.

Qi Jingzhi smiled lightly, "As long as you like it."

"Uncle, I want to eat too." Song Wei opened his mouth.

"This is stuffed with meat, it's too oily, you can't eat it, brother made you something else." Qi Jingzhi walked over and took the bowl from Cheng Cheng's hand, "Let me feed it."

Qi Jingzhi took a dumpling and handed it to Song Wei's mouth, "Eat this, it's delicious too."

Song Wei took a small bite and broke the skin without even biting into the stuffing.

Qi Jingzhi knew that he didn't have an appetite, so he just tried something new, coaxing: "Take another bite and taste some stuffing."

Song Wei took another bite obediently, and suddenly asked, "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

"Huh?" Qi Jingzhi looked at him in confusion.

"You don't look very happy." Song Wei pouted.

Qi Jingzhi smiled, "I have made too many dumplings, and I am exhausted physically and mentally."

"Raw heart orange peel?"

Qi Jingzhi touched his head, "It's just too tired."

"Then go home and sleep."

"It's okay, I'll stay with you for a while."

When Qi Jingzhi was about to go home, Song Yi accompanied him downstairs.The wind outside was very strong, blowing Qi Jingzhi's hair up, Song Yi picked up the hat on Qi Jingzhi's clothes from behind, put it on his head, and said: "The wind is so strong, don't catch a cold."

Qi Jingzhi grabbed his hand.

Song Yi's hands were a little cold.

"Song Yi." Qi Jingzhi kissed his palm.

"Ah."

"I want to kiss you."

Song Yi looked around, it was not too late, and there were still many people coming and going outside the hospital.

Qi Jingzhi dragged him out of the hospital without waiting for his answer.The two came to the bushes next to the hospital. There were no people here, and the street lights were dim. The two stood behind the bushes, shrouded in faint lights, and shadowy shadows appeared on the ground.

Song Yi smiled and said, "You don't have to come here..."

Before he finished speaking, Qi Jingzhi leaned over and kissed his lips.

Song Yi closed his eyes and grabbed the hem of Qi Jingzhi's clothes.

There was a "rustling" sound in my ears, the sound of the evening wind blowing through the bushes.

Qi Jingzhi kissed him for a long time, but he only touched his lips, and did not make any further movements.

It was strange, as if it was agreed, Song Yi didn't deepen the kiss, but just closed his eyes, quietly feeling the temperature of Qi Jingzhi's lips.

After a long time, Qi Jingzhi finally let go of Song Yi.

"Okay, it's a good kiss." Qi Jingzhi grinned.

He was wearing a hat, and the fluffy brim covered half of his face, Song Yi couldn't see the expression on his face clearly.

"I'm leaving." Qi Jingzhi touched Song Yi's face.

"Well, be careful on the road."

"Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

Qi Jingzhi turned around, put his hands in his pockets, and walked to the distance, his steps were slow, Song Yi watched his figure that was getting further and further away, and stood there blankly, until the figure completely disappeared in front of him. in sight.

At that time, it was not that he didn't feel that something was wrong with Qi Jingzhi.

He can stop him.

It's just that he is too self-righteous, he thinks he won't hide anything from him.

Every day after that person disappeared from his life, he wondered if he would not have lost him if he had stopped him that night.