my zepple

What is retribution?

This is fucking retribution, Song Rou thought in her heart.At the beginning, I was guilty and now I am suffering. The sincerity that I pretended to be muddled before turned out to be something I couldn't ask for.

He wished he could go back and wake himself up at that time.Why on earth hesitated for so long?Why should Xiaoyu be sad?People who want to dream now will be able to hold it firmly in their hands at that time.

It's all right now, Xiaoyu doesn't want him anymore, and he doesn't even let his feelings be mentioned.

Song Rou didn't escape that day.He didn't dare to run away, he had already thought it through all these years, if he was caught and lied to, he would have to beg for that person even if he cried and begged.

But he was afraid of making him cry, Xiaoyu had just had a fever, and now he would have a headache when he cried, so Song Rou had no choice but to disappear first.

It's just that Ms. Xu knew that Tong Yu was sick, so she was terribly worried, and got up with dark circles under her eyes to cook ginger and chicken soup before dawn the next day.

The chicken soup was simmered in a casserole for an hour and a half, and a few sassafras freshly bloomed in my yard were wrapped in Sydney paper on the thermal bag of the soup box.

In the morning of the next day, Song Rou went back to Ms. Xu's place to get the chicken soup, and then rushed to Tong Yu's house. Before leaving the house, she took a box of organic vegetables just delivered by the suburban farm.

It happened to be nine o'clock in the morning when we arrived at Tong Yu's house.

Today is Saturday and there is no need to go to work. Tong Yu just had a fever yesterday, so he probably hasn't woken up yet.

Knocked on the door but didn't open it, Song Rou still had the key from Xiaojiu yesterday in her pocket, and went straight into the room with vegetables and soup box.

The house was quiet and quiet, Tong Yu's backpack was placed on the cabinet in the entrance hall, and the door of the bedroom on the second floor was tightly closed.

Sure enough, I haven't gotten up yet.

Song Rou put the soup box on the island, and then took the organic vegetables in the box into the refrigerator one by one.

There has been a new cold wave in the past few days, and Tong Yu's fever is not unrelated to this sudden drop in temperature.Song Rou thought, it would be better to give the patient some high-protein and soft food in this weather.

He found a bag of fresh green shrimp stuffed into it yesterday in the freezer section, and picked up some vegetables and sterile eggs bought yesterday in the freezer section.

I searched around without an apron, and the ceramic coating of the frying pan hanging on the wall pot rack is still very new, and the surface has fallen dust.

Song Rou remembered what Xiaojiu told him, that that person didn't care about life, didn't cook, and only ordered CSC and KFC for takeout.

Song Rou took out the pan and rinsed it. The shrimps were treated with cooking wine, pepper and salt, the cherry tomatoes and spinach were washed and cut into fine pieces, and a piece of butter was melted in a small frying pan, and the vegetables and shrimps were fried until soft.

Tong Yu opened the door at that time, at [-]:[-] in the morning.

After taking antipyretics and anti-inflammatory drugs at night, he fell into a drowsy sleep until now, and he was awakened by the urge to urinate.

The bathroom is not in the bedroom. Tong Yu got up from the bed and walked out with his slippers on. He closed his eyes and finished urinating. At that moment, his sense of hearing and smell returned to his consciousness.

He heard some strange, continuous triggering sounds coming from some ceramic or glass objects - it seemed to be coming from downstairs.

But he lives alone.

Tong Yu was a little dull, he fastened the rope of his pajama pants slowly, thought for a while and found a utility knife in the alcove of the bathroom, he tiptoed downstairs with the utility knife in hand.

This apartment is not big, and the kitchen on the ground floor is semi-open.At that moment, Song Rou was lowering her head and pouring the egg liquid seriously. He took off his coat and was only wearing an orange and black spotted mid-neck sweater. His curly hair was dry and loose.

Tong Yu heaved a sigh of relief the moment he saw Song Rou.Song Rou is easy to recognize, the combination of height and hair can't be found in this city.

Tong Yu put away the handmade knife and slapped it on the island stage.

Song Rou turned her head when she heard the sound.

Tong Yu asked Song Rou: "How did you get in?"

His face was very ugly when he spoke.

"I asked Xiaojiu to keep the key."

Song Rou turned off the fire without haste, walked up to Tong Yu, and tried the temperature of his forehead with the back of her hand.

"I don't have a fever."

And then asked him: "Does your throat still hurt?"

Tong Yu frowned and didn't answer.Just hold out a hand to him, palm up.

Song Rou didn't move, she looked at the person in front of her with heavy eyes.

Tong Yu pursed his lips and reminded him dryly: "The key."

"I'll pay you back when you're in good health."

"I'm all right."

Song Rou looked at his pale face and sighed.He took out the key from the coat pocket on the island, and said in a negotiating tone, "Can you open the door for me?"

Tong Yu pinched the key in his hand and quickly refused: "No."

I can't.

She can't open the door to Song Rou, and can't accept Song Rou's kindness anymore.

Tong Yu thought, Song Rou has always been a very careful and considerate person, when the two of them ate together when they were young, Song Rou knew her own taste better than Tong Yu herself.

Shrimp baked eggs are Tong Yu's favorite dish. He likes to eat soft and tender foods. Peaches prefer soft ones instead of crisp ones. Chocolate likes to cover it half-melted in his hands before eating. The subtle taste between dry rice and porridge.

He told Song Rou that we should stop talking about feelings and just be friends.But friends can also express kindness to each other. The two have been friends since they were 16 years old. Song Rou used to treat him very well as a friend.

It's just pathetic for friends to end up like that.

Tong Yu thinks that he can no longer accept Song Rou's kindness like this, and he must draw a clear line with him.

But he also knew that he didn't know how to say no, so he thought, it's better to just make things worse——

If two people don't talk about their relationship, they don't even want to be friends.

Song Rou picked up the small frying pan and put it on the rock plate of the island, the ginger chicken soup in the soup box was still clear and hot.

Tong Yu spoke at that time.

He pinched the flesh of his left hand with his right hand, and said to Song Rou: "I ordered CSC's meal, you get lost."

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There are about a dozen chapters below that were newly written after August, and there may be a certain gap in the atmosphere (?). I tried my best to pull through and revise the whole text, hoping to be better.