REMIX

There were three people standing outside the door.

At first glance, I was still a little confused, because outside the door was Tong Youming whose face was half wrapped in a scarf, Si Jun who was holding a bag of fresh vegetables in one hand, and the one I was not familiar with but would never miss. The long-haired man in my impression, with dull eyes, and a layer of snow on his shoulders, I only think of his surname Chu, and that I missed a pair of slippers.

I bent down to look for extra slippers in the closet in the entrance hall. Si Jun and Tong Youming came in first, and patted me with both hands. There was a gap in between. Si Jun walked into the room and said: "This child Can't speak, temporarily."

I put the shoes at his feet, stood up and nodded at him.He didn't look as surprised when he saw me as when I saw him. The open door behind him let a gust of cold wind hit his face. He stood inside and spoke with a comfortable low temperature, "I'm here Get something. Excuse me."

In fact, when I saw him, what I saw in my mind was the image of him being run-on by Gong Junye in the hospital. He must be a grumpy person, but now I just think he is good-looking, humble and polite.

Gong Junye was also good-looking and polite when he went out.

But now he is enjoying himself playing with Si Jun's arm that still has stitches removed: "Hahahahahaha Brokeback Mountain."

Si Jun said affectionately, "Go to hell."

Pharaoh and Wushuang were a little afraid of Si Jun, but not of Tong Youming. They scrambled around his trouser legs, rubbing their heads and body upwards, trying to leave their own scent behind. The washed apples were placed on the coffee table, and Chu Qing looked at the two people with caring eyes for the mentally retarded, and got the written materials he asked Gong Junye for, and reclined on the sofa to read silently.

I made him a cup of hot tea, he took a sip and licked his upper lip, then suddenly asked me, is there any sugar?Honey works too.

I nodded first, thinking that this person is addicted to sweetness. There are many customers in the store who like sweet taste, and they like to add sugar to their tea. Knowing which one he would want, he said thank you when I gave it to him, and then gave me back a peeled apple.

I looked at the unusually complete red fruit peel on the table. It seemed that there was no broken part, and it was placed on a plate with the fruit knife.

This craftsmanship.

He didn't say those beautiful but useless polite words to me, as if he had known me for a long time, and he could peel an apple at will.

And I also have an unreasonable partiality for Gong Junye's friends, thinking that people are divided into groups, and the people who get along with him must be good.

"Chu Qing." Gong Junye came over, leaned on the back of the sofa and asked, "Stay here for dinner?"

"No," he hooked his finger on the handle of the cup, turned his gaze back to the paper, and answered briefly, "I have an appointment."

"what."

Gong Junye showed a meaningful smile, lowered his head and took a bite of the apple I was biting.

"Enjoy it."

He continued to drink the cup of tea with two spoonfuls of honey.

Si Jun and Tong Youming were studying the recipes in the kitchen. Among the various pictures and introductions, they struggled to find the dishes that would keep everyone from dying here tonight. After all, Gong Junye was a man who would smoke even when mixing cold dishes.

Tong Youming didn't seem to understand the danger involved, he was patient and gentle, wearing disposable gloves, he was stirring the bacon in the glass bowl, and he was able to take the time to pat off the cigarette that Si Jun held in his hand. "Cooking is very simple. It's not easy to change tricks like the ones in cooking shows. Usually, it's no problem to fill the stomachs of my family."

Senior, there is a big problem.

Then I can't bear to discourage my boyfriend's enthusiasm for walking from the hall to the kitchen. I just rejoice in my heart that he is not a girl after all. If Xia Jie knows that I have married such a prodigal wife, he will definitely break my dog ​​legs.

"You can add a little water when beating the egg liquid, so that it tastes more tender."

"Soy sauce, yes, but this is dark soy sauce, not light soy sauce..."

"Which soy is the soy in the pot?"

"Mr. Gong...put down the knife first..."

When the dishes were cooking, Si Jun couldn't hold back anymore, and asked me in a low voice, "Do you have gas masks at home?"

In the end, it was Tong Youming who took over to fry the vegetables and put them on the plate. The soup had to be stewed for a few more minutes. Chu Qing looked at his watch and said he was leaving.

Gong Junye called a car for him, the driver was waiting outside the door, he walked to the door and told me that there was no need to deliver.

"get well soon."

He nodded slightly, waved the rolled paper tube in his hand, his face turned into the night while speaking, his hair was blown by the wind and snow: "I will come to eat next time."

I wrote it to Gong Junye, "Mr. Chu is not fierce at all."

"Yes, yes, you are right." After washing his hands, he used his thumb to wipe off the snowflakes that wet my nose, which flew in when the door was closed just now. "He is very nice, but he is a little irritable."

"That's punk."

"Stop passing love letters there, both of you," Si Jun greeted, "Come over for dinner."

The two of them were talking at the dinner table, occasionally interspersed with a sentence or two of Tong Youming, I was in charge of listening; when Si Jun said, "Gong Junye has a nickname, he didn't tell you, it's called 'Ba Tiao', because the auntie gave birth before she gave birth. I was still playing mahjong for 10 minutes, and I was so confused that I was so lucky." Just as I wanted to laugh, he put a chopstick dish into my bowl, turned his head and scolded Si Jun, "Shut up, dead dog".

And this meal also allowed him to calmly accept the cruel reality that he may not be able to cook well for the rest of his life. Some people are not talented, like me can't learn mathematics, it's not surprising.After I finished eating, I went to wash the dishes, and he stood back with his hands on the counter, buried his face on my shoulder and sighed, "It's also much harder to kill people with a knife..."

I flicked the foam off my hand, turned my head and whispered to him: "I'll just come."

He hangs his head on my neck, the ambiguous black in his eyes flows like a river, his breath soaks through my thin clothes, with almost scalding heat, every word seems to penetrate into the bones. "OK."

"Really," he laughed at himself suddenly, "Back then I boasted that I could give you everything, but you have been with me for more than a year, and now I feel as if I have given you nothing."

"I feel this way for the first time... Is it because you are more stubborn than those people before, and you gritted your teeth and stayed by my side, or did I not feel it myself, so I just walked up to today."

"But I feel that I'm at the end of my rope. It seems that I can't give you anything anymore. I was not like this before. There is nothing I can't do."

"I want to coax you, you say you don't hurt, I want to hug you, you say you're not tired, I want to hear you complain, you say it's okay."

"Xia rest."

Behind him is his sigh, like the mist after a puff of cigarette.

With my back to him, I turned on the faucet and stood upright without moving. When he let go of me, I returned to the living room as if nothing had happened.

We sat down and chatted until after eight o'clock in the evening, and they proposed to leave. The snow stopped outside, the air was cold and humid, and a few stars could be seen when we looked up. Gong Junye and I sent the two of us to the gate, thinking Take a walk by the way.

"I don't think it's a disease," Tong Youming said to me while walking on the road, "It's like the saying of acupoints in ancient times, and it will be untied automatically when the time comes."

He tugged at the hat I put on my head, "Don't think too much, go to the corner to find a way to recover, it will put pressure on yourself instead."

I typed on the phone: "Okay, thank you senior. I am very happy that you can come."

"You're welcome, there will be more opportunities in the future." He smiled and put his arms around my shoulders: "Who let the two of us have a secret."

Seeing Si Jun's car driving out of the gate of the residential area with its taillights on, Gong Junye and I walked back. I was typing on my mobile phone all the way, but he didn't speak. garden.

Not being able to talk is a hell of a hassle, and I'm kind of used to it, and it's actually another kind of satisfaction when neither of us feels embarrassed by the silence and silence.

I just handed him the mobile phone full of words, but the moment he took it, I accidentally touched the back button. I was so anxious that I opened my mouth and shouted: "Wait...!"

Now we both froze.

A car full of red men and women drove by the side of the road, and the driver who was not afraid of death was drunk at first sight, and he lived in the same community, shouting at Gong Junye at the top of his voice: "Young Master Gong! Catch the elves! "

Gong Junye: "I'll arrest your wife!"

Then I couldn't even grab the phone, and hugged me who rushed towards me.

"Juan Ye..." I didn't know what to say, I called his name incoherently, almost crying, "Juan Ye..."

"I want to tell you," I said in a hoarse voice, wishing I could tell him all the words in my heart. Knowing that I couldn't do it, I said intermittently, "you gave me... everything."

"No," he hugged me, "What kind of stuff did you write just now?"

"Forget it..."

"No."

"You threw away your phone!"

As I said that, I didn't pick it up, and I couldn't bear to let go.

It doesn't matter if you have a chance to show him again.

"I didn't tell you, I also saw you in that nightmare, but you didn't see me, you walked very fast, surrounded by people I didn't know, and didn't take me away from there, I was so sad.

But when I woke up, I found you were there.

If you are also part of the ideal, it must be the warmest star I have ever touched.

When I can speak, I will tell you myself.

You are the greatest reward for my hard work so far.

Regardless of whether I was picked or not, the person who gave birth to me is good or bad, what happened in the past and what will happen in the future, will it be harder to bear than it is now.

Because you are in this world, I want to live. "

The author has something to say: Alas... I am getting older... I can write myself crying...