After marrying evil, I can't leave

"It's true, in order to prevent the oil from blowing up, you put less oil in it, so you don't put in salt in order not to burn it?" Wu Yao admired Zhou Wu's brain circuit.

Zhou Wu said, you are such a caring little padded jacket, and you guessed right.

The porridge he cooked this morning was like undercooked rice.

Wu Yao solemnly pulled out the recipes of the program group from the table: "Actually, there is a way to save people like you."

Zhou Wu:?

He drew a few lines with his pen, each of which was a new series that the program group was planning to do recently: dishes that even rookies can cook.

"Wouldn't you put salt in it, right? The Seasoning Relief Pack we launched this time is tailor-made for people like you."

"What do people like me mean!" Zhou Wu was angrily.

Wu Yao: "Chef of Dark Cuisine, this time we are mainly promoting Anxin seasoning packs. Each pack has been carefully and meticulously proportioned for you. The amount of oil, salt, vinegar, etc. when cooking, According to the ratio of different dishes, when you are cooking, you only need to put one bag, and you can make delicious dishes step by step."

Zhou Wu was moved.

Then he picked up the leaflet and watched it carefully, and the content of each item pierced Zhou Wu's heart.

Rose sea salt, finely ground Chinese prickly ash, fine garlic powder, well-cultivated scallions, no MSG...

Sweet and sour fish, sweet and sour pork, fried pork with green peppers, hot and sour soup...!

Let you become a chef in a second.

Twenty packs of seasoning packs are only 99.9 yuan away, and one pack is less than five yuan. It is an excellent choice for petty bourgeois life.

Ding Cheng: "The main target audience of this product is petty bourgeoisie white-collar workers who have a little time to love romance but can't cook."

Zhou Wu thought that he was only 99.9% away from petty bourgeois life, and he was very excited.

His finger slid to the payment page, he slid slowly, and almost tapped his finger. Along the screen, his eyes moved to... the date, and his face turned pale instantly.

Wu Yao leaned over: "What's wrong?"

Zhou Wu: "Today, it happens to be the end of the month... the day to pay the rent."

Wu Yao: "Pfft..."

Just now, half of the wages paid by the heat were paid out, the knuckles grabbed the cuffs, the corners of the mouth were pursed into lines, and even the end of the eyes drooped a little.

While grieving over his disappearing numbers, the landlord sent two bills.

[Little handsome guy, this month's electricity, water, and gas bills are all over the standard. I only cover the basic expenses here, and you have to pay the excess yourself. 】

Zhou Wu's eyes turned black, and he clicked on the bill. The water bill, electricity bill and gas bill added up to 233.

This number seemed to be making fun of Zhou Wu.

After paying the fee, Zhou Wu opened the delivery software again, not daring to do anything.

At lunch time, just after eating a new type of ramen, Zhou Wu brought a pack of nut cereal from the program group, and used these for lunch.

When he reached into his bag for tissues, he found a box of square things.

I took it out and saw a box of strawberry-flavored yogurt.

yogurt?

Because the yogurt had been kept in the bag indoors, it was warm in the hands, and when Zhou Wu's cold fingertips touched it, it seemed to bring a little warmth.

He stared at the yogurt for a few seconds, not remembering that he bought yogurt.

The family didn't buy yogurt either, Zhou Wu thought it was expensive.

The ubiquitous Wu Yao went up to the balcony to rest with a cigarette in his mouth, and lit up: "What are you doing, are you on a hunger strike? Yogurt with nuts."

Zhou Wu: "No, this yogurt is not mine."

"It's not yours? It might be mine." Wu Yao stretched out his hand to grab it, "It just happens that I'm tired of eating big fish and meat."

Zhou Wu put away the yogurt: "Shameless!"

Wu Yao: "You said it wasn't yours."

Zhou Wu glared at him and covered his bag: "It's mine in my bag."

"You mean, I don't know who put it in your bag?" Wu Yao's gossiping little antenna is like SpongeBob SquarePants, standing straight up.

Wu Yao: "Well..."

Wu Yao's eyes lit up, and he sat down: "I'll give you an analysis, the screenwriter assistant intern girl in the variety show group next door, Sun Jie, the director and director of the prime-time Werewolf Killer, Miss Chen from the logistics department, and editor-in-chief Wei from the editorial department..."

Zhou Wu was at a loss: "What are you talking about?"

Wu Yao: "Those who are all conquered by your beauty, it is estimated that in the near future, you will say that you have received a confession of love."

Zhou Wu was shocked, and the corners of his eyes opened slightly: "For me? A confession of love?"

Wu Yao proudly said: "Yes, I am a careful observer."

At the corner of the balcony, Ding Cheng came out, and he crushed out the cigarette butt in his hand: "Who, who is the one who observes carefully?"

Wu Yao said honestly, "You! My lord, Four-Eyed Boy."

Being called a four-eyed boy, Ding Cheng didn't care, and smiled with the corners of his mouth: "I look at you every day with the camera. Under the lens, the pores can't be hidden, and everyone's expressions can't be hidden. I just talked to you yesterday. Wu Yao is discussing who is interested in you, you have an extra box of yogurt today, congratulations."

Zhou Wu was a little slow, but he also understood: "You mean, it was secretly stuffed by someone who likes me?"

Speaking of this, Zhou Wu felt something was wrong: "Wait, then why is there still Editor-in-Chief Wei from the editorial department in these lists? He's a man!"

Ding Cheng coughed lightly: "Hey, who told him to bring the manuscript over in person every time, just come, and even peek at the stage."

Zhou Wu: ...

Rubbing the edge of the yogurt with his thumb, the yogurt suddenly felt hot and cramped.

Wu Yao said, "Come on, let me help you analyze who it could be."

Ding Cheng also sat down and put his arms around Zhou Wu's shoulders: "According to my guess..."

Zhou Wu, who was listening to their analysis, kept silent, looked at the yogurt, until they said a lot, Zhou Wu said: "I know who it is."

Zhou Wu squeezed into the subway after going out in the morning. In the crowded subway, he always felt that something was stuck in his waist in his bag.

But there were too many people, so he didn't pay attention. After arriving at the stage, he immediately went to work and forgot about it.

"Who is it?" Wu Yao asked immediately.

Zhou Wu inserted the straw into the yogurt, sank his cheeks in, and took a big gulp.

The yogurt is not greasy, sour and sweet, leaving a strong sweet taste on the tip of the tongue, the whole person is surrounded by pleasure, and even the fingertips feel numb.

After taking a sip, he said, "I won't tell you."

"Ahh! Say it!" Wu Yao pinched his arm and shook it vigorously.

It was a bit cool on the balcony, the small flags stuck at both ends were fluttering in the wind, and the ground was still a little wet brown, Ding Cheng looked up at the sky: "I always feel like there are peach blossoms floating in the sky."

Zhou Wu's heart skipped a beat, and he lowered his eyes and slowly sucked on the yogurt.

After drinking the yogurt, Zhou Wu emptied the straw, opened the lid of the yogurt, and licked all the thick yogurt on it with the tip of his tongue.

The corner of the mouth was stained, so I wiped it with my hand, and then wiped my fingertips clean with my lips.

The rapid rise of dopamine gave Zhou Wu this strange sense of pleasure, the rhythm of his heartbeat was disrupted, and his whole body felt swollen and numb.

This feeling is not annoying, it's strange but... it's so exciting, he can hear his own overpowering heartbeat throughout the day.

Zhou Wu, who has never been in a relationship and is single, is full of confusion.

What happened to yourself?

After work, Zhou Wu followed the crowd out.

In this fast-paced city, buildings exuding metallic luster almost cover all the sky, like a dense iron net.

When he first came here, Zhou Wu felt that he couldn't integrate into the world. He felt that he was out of place among the crowd.

When he was in college, the dormitory was like a warm nest, warming his palms.After graduation, people dispersed, and Zhou Wu felt a sense of loneliness in exile.

I have never had the idea of ​​wanting to return somewhere urgently.

But now he is in a hurry, eager to go back.

Today the weather forecast says it will rain, the sky is getting darker, and it seems that it is really going to rain.

Zhou Wu trotted into the subway station.

After standing still, he realized that he had just passed the subway, stomped his feet angrily, looked around, and found a door with the fewest people in line.

Looking at the countdown of the shuttle bus recorded on the screen next to him, Zhou Wu wondered why he hadn't come yet.

A burst of light came in from the other end of the tunnel, and Zhou Wu stretched out his head to take a look, getting ready to crowd into the crowd.

In fact, he didn't need to squeeze at all, the crowd took him up, and he once thought that his toes didn't touch the ground.

Even the crowded subway did not make Zhou Wu feel unhappy.

After getting off the subway, Zhou Wu suddenly felt a little nervous. He scratched his head and looked down at himself.

The sneakers are paired with plain slacks, and a huge dark green down jacket is put on. His figure is reflected on the subway door, bloated like a fat man.

He thought for a moment, turned around and rushed into the bathroom in the subway.

Zhou Wu in the mirror, with blown hair a little messy, drunk and hangover, with a tiny pimple on his chin.

So haggard, so ugly.

So he has been at home with this appearance?

The ears are burning red, so embarrassing.

So, what exactly does Bailiqi like about himself?

Zhou Wu was puzzled and a little depressed.

After wrestling with Dai Mao for a few minutes, Zhou Wu was defeated and had to walk back while raising his hand to smooth the blown hair.

During the distance from the subway to home, the winter wind seemed to blow the hair that had just been stroked. His hair was thin and soft, like popcorn that had exploded.

When he got downstairs, he paused for a while, fixing his hair in the aisle on the first floor.

It wasn't until the self in the camera lens of the mobile phone, with barely smooth hairstyle, that he slowly climbed the stairs.

The door opened silently.

"Thank you..." He took off his shoes and walked slowly into the room.

Looking down, I saw my fingertips. I forgot to cut my nails for a while, and there was a small section of semi-transparent nails on my round fingertips.

He quickly ran into the house, looked for the nail clippers in the drawer, cut the nails round, and let out a sigh of relief.

There were some noises in the kitchen, and Zhou Wu poked his head in. He was wearing his black robe and was opening the lid of the soup with his bare hands.

When he turned his head around, Zhou Wu retracted his neck, trotted into the bathroom, and pressed down the dull hair on his head with clean water.

"Knock Knock Knock-"

A voice came from outside: "Is the young man at home?"

Zhou Wu trotted to open the door, and the neighbor aunt who knocked on the door last time stood outside the door, holding a bowl of food in her hand.

"I can tell you've come home from the smell coming from your place. Auntie has made more steamed stuffed buns at home, so I'll send you some." She probed inside, "Is it your girlfriend?"

Zhou Wu coaxed, blushed, and shook his head again and again: "No, I live alone, and I don't have a girlfriend."

As soon as he said that, Bailiqi came out of the kitchen, with his long hair tied behind him, expressionless, with a dish in his hand, and put it on the table.

Can others see it?Don't see a dish floating on the table by itself?

Zhou Wu turned back to look at the neighbor's aunt, and found that she was looking straight at Bailiqi.

Zhou Wu:!

"That, that..." Panicked, he couldn't find the right words.

"Oh, I know, you guys were playing that cosplay together, right? My little granddaughter also likes it, and every time she makes a fuss about asking her grandpa to take her to the comic exhibition."

Bailiqi looked indifferent, said nothing, and went into the kitchen again.

Zhou Wu immediately climbed up: "You are right! We are a club! Auntie, you know cosplay?"

The aunt looked at Zhou Wu with a smile, as if she had seen through something: "Hehehe, we old people are following the trend recently, come, take the buns, I will go back first, and the dishes will be cold later."

"Okay, thank you, I'll return your bowl later."

During the meal, Bailiqi explained to the puzzled Zhou Wu: "Whether you can see me or not depends on me."

So why did you come out just now...?

Zhou Wu lowered his head and slowly chewed the food in his mouth. When he thought of something, he suddenly raised his head: "Go, go shopping, I'll buy you clothes!" -

Standing in front of the shopping mall, Zhou Wu held his small wallet, feeling a little bit of regret.

But it was already here, so he couldn't show his timidity, he glanced at Bailiqi who was standing beside him.

Others can't see him, but Zhou Wu can see his faint outline, as if the visual space is tortuous.

He leaned closer and said softly: "This mall is newly opened. It is said that there is a high-altitude swing on the roof. It is very famous, but you cannot sit on it. It is very dangerous. The newly opened mall has a discount. I will take it later." The clothes go to the fitting room, and you come in."

"Swing?"

"Well...but that's not the point," the point is the discount.

Bailiqi glanced around, although it was not particularly obvious, but he could feel the novelty in his eyes.

Walking in front of every store, he always secretly glanced at the price tag in front of the window, and every time he saw it, he was terrified.

He has never been to a shopping mall himself, because he always thinks that shopping malls are affordable for those with rich pockets.

But soon, he saw a fast-moving consumer brand, N&M.

"This is the one." Zhou Wu settled down and found the men's clothing department.

The new men's clothing was launched, and Zhou Wu was dazzled and dazzled by the choices.

"Do you need a recommendation?" Thinking that the shopping guide patted the customer who had just entered the store to choose. When he saw this young man coming in, he kept picking up the clothes, and didn't choose whether it was suitable.

For example, the new pink sweater just arrived, and the bloated coat that craves the figure and face. These two are styles that are very popular in their store recently, but few people buy them. Models look good in them, and customers wear them... very crematorium.

But when the customer turned his head completely and the shopping guide stared straight away, all those thoughts just dissipated.

He stared blankly at Zhou Wu's face.

I thought: Disrespectful.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Wu asked.

"It's nothing, you continue to choose, if you need help, you can call me." The shopping guide said, I won't think it's inappropriate for you to buy anything.

Zhou Wu nodded, and took another knitted sweater with a geometric pattern.

The shopping guide looked at the sign and hesitated again: "Wait, yours is extra large, and you only need XL."

Zhou Wu was suffocated, a little embarrassed: "It's not me wearing it, it's my brother...! It's my brother who wants to wear it."

When he called his brother, Zhou Wu couldn't help but cast a glance at Bailiqi beside him.

"Oh, that's it. How tall and heavy is your brother?"

Zhou Wu gestured with his fingertips, placed it on top of Bailiqi's head, and then gestured for the width of his shoulders: "It's so tall, and the shoulders are about this wide..."

Bailiqi, who had been staring at him all the time, saw Zhou Wu's ears turn red when he saw talking to the shopping guide.

Very pleasant.

The shopping guide smiled: "Then the size you took is correct."

After a while, the shopping guide was puzzled again, why did the younger brother try on the elder brother's clothes?

After bringing the clothes to the fitting room, Zhou Wu breathed a sigh of relief, and Baili was abandoned under the light, slowly appearing like green smoke.

"This one looks good, you can try this one too..."

"And this one is also good!" Zhou Wu hung the clothes on the hook on the side, and made a set of them one by one.

In the strongly lit fitting room, Bailiqi slowly took off his robe, and put on a pink sweater, coffee-colored slacks, and big, big sneakers.

Zhou Wu went from staring directly to slowly turning his eyes away.

"How?" Baili abandoned his head with his index finger.

"Good... good looking!" Zhou Wu blushed.

There is nothing bad, any color looks good, and any style can be worn.

Like a model walking on a runway, this ghost is just a clothes hanger.

"Bought them all!" Zhou Wu waved his hands proudly.

Bailiqi picked up the price tag, thoughtful.

Zhou Wu hugged the clothes to pay the bill, glanced at the bill, almost frightened his legs, gritted his teeth, and took out his credit card.

The cashier whispered sweetly, "Please enter your password."

When Zhou Wu received the payment information on his mobile phone, his heart felt like bleeding, and he suddenly realized what his former roommate said——falling in love has emptied himself.

After packing the clothes, Zhou Wu looked around, but he didn't see Bailiqi.

He went around the store and couldn't find it.

Not in the hallway, not in the fitting room, not next to the shelves, not in the lobby.

What about people?

He walked around the store several times, causing the shopping guide to come up and ask him if he needed help.

Zhou Wu shook his head and scanned around again, but still couldn't find him.

After leaving the store, carrying a shopping bag, he searched the corridor lobby over and over again.

His eyes would light up when he saw a similar figure, but when he took a closer look, it wasn't him.

For a moment, Zhou Wu felt that he was a lost child.

Zhou Wu, who was deeply immersed in the shopping mall full of people coming and going, gradually became panicked.

The shopping bag is a little tight.

After lingering for 10 minutes, Zhou Wu finally couldn't bear it, and called out in a low voice: "Bailiqiu."

People passing by around glanced at him, Zhou Wu blushed, and he swallowed, not daring to call out.

Where did it go?

Why did it suddenly disappear?

The ghost left itself?

"Here," the voice came from behind, and at some point, Bailiqi stood behind him.

Turning around, Baili Qi was looking at Zhou Wu, the meaning of his eyes was unclear.

With a dry mouth, Zhou Wu felt embarrassed. He looked like a lost pet dog just now.

"Where have you been?" Zhou Wu asked.

"Come with me." Bailiqi said.

"Where are you going...?" Zhou Wu licked his lower lip.

Bailiqi tugged at the tips of his red ears: "It's a very interesting place."

It was nearly 09:30 after they finished shopping for clothes, and the store was about to close at ten o'clock, and it was already close to closing time.

Zhou Wu followed Bailiqi up the stairs of the safe passage.

After climbing nearly 20 floors, Zhou Wu leaned against the wall and was about to collapse: "I...I can't run anymore!"

In the dark corridor of the safe passage, there was only the sound of footsteps, a ghost, and a person hugging.

He took big steps, almost three steps.

Finally, Zhou Wu counted the floors and almost got confused, so he stopped.

It is the top floor, the lights on the top floor have long been extinguished, it is not open at night, and the swing as a landscape is surrounded.

Looking at the dark roof, Zhou Wu cautiously stepped out of the door, his hand was held, and he was brought to the edge of the fence.

Feeling a force in the buttocks, he was directly lifted up, turned over lightly, and the person passed.

"What are you going to do? It won't be..."

Bailiqi's actions confirmed Zhou Wu's words.

"Come up," Bailiqi, who rolled over and sat on Qianqiu's seat, patted his leg.

Zhou Wu shook his head, and a large area of ​​the red ear was hot from the neck.

And he took a step forward, the 88th floor...

Looking down, you can see the streets full of traffic, the lights of the cars are constantly flowing, and they are as small as ants.

He was not ready yet, his waist was circled, and he was on the swing, when he heard a voice: "Hold me."

Before he could do so, the swing began to swing.

"Ah..." Below is the abyss, Zhou Wu screamed and hugged the other party's neck.

"Quickly, circle me."

Zhou Wu raised his snow-white neck, shook his head, and refused.

However, the height of the next swing made Zhou Wu look pale with fright when he opened his eyes and looked down. He couldn't help stretching out his legs to wrap around the only seat belt.

The cold wind came in along the collar, and the coldness spread all over the body, as if flying in the wind, blending into this cool night.

Every time the swing rose and fell, and the blood flowed back when he felt weightless, every cell in his body trembled.

He had no choice but to hug each other to keep himself from falling.

"Ah... stop! Baili...!" Zhou Wu shouted, clinging to each other tightly.

Although there are safety nets around, I still feel scared every time I rush up and fall down.

The numbness of the blood rushing to the limbs immediately spread from the soles of the feet to the whole body, shaking his whole body limp and numb. Fear interacted with the stimulation like rushing to the sky, reaching the brain.

He clings to the only thing he can hold on to with all his strength

This is a human instinctive reaction, and now, Bailiqi is like his life-saving straw.

"Ah... I'm going to die...!"

"Ahhh! My God!"

"You are crazy!!"

The cold wind whizzed by his ears, and his hair hurt his face. At this moment, although he was afraid, Zhou Wu felt refreshed and opened up his emotions, as if everything could be vented.

This is like an extreme sport like bungee jumping. In a sense, it's cool—flying—day——!

"Ahhhh, no more! Stop it!! I'm going to die!!" In the chaos, Zhou Wu found Bailiqi's ear and bit it: "Stop it, I can't take it anymore!"

His answer was a kiss.

Cut off the way for him to gasp for breath, and kissed him until the sky was dark, and he didn't know where he was.

Zhou Wu trembled all over.

Pain, worry, embarrassment, anxiety, this moment disappeared without a trace.

Like a drop of water under the scorching sun, it evaporates completely.

All that was left was the cold wind and the icy breath.

It wasn't until he really couldn't breathe that all this absurdity subsided slowly.

The swing didn't swing up any further, and the arc became smaller and smaller. His eyes were blurred and he could hardly see the lights of the road clearly.

Although it is embarrassing to describe it like this, Zhou Wu felt that they were swinging high in the sky just now, but it seemed like an extraordinarily intense... love.

Fear, bitterness, dread, worry...

It was an intense, hearty love.

Afraid of falling, hugged and entangled to death.

The speed of the swing slowly slowed down until it came to a complete stop.

But the heartbeat still didn't slow down, Zhou Wu hugged Bailiqi, put his chin on his shoulder, and took a big breath.

Bailiqi supported him to walk down, not missing the slightest expression on Zhou Wu's face.

The movement was very gentle, and he asked in Zhou Wu's ear, "Are you happy?"

He burned up in an instant, and the breathing that had just calmed down became violent again.

He said intermittently: "Okay, I'm so happy."