mousepad-d2 Chapter 52 [2015] Coward
Chapter 52 [2015] Coward
The fire in the pot was not under control, and when Yang Qing returned to the kitchen, the porridge had already covered the bottom of the pot with a thick layer of crust, and it was impossible to eat it.He brushed the pot with a steel wool ball, sealed the cut white radish in a fresh-keeping bag and placed it directly outside the window. The weather outside minus a few degrees is a natural big freezer.
After finishing, he walked out of the kitchen and walked up the stairs on the second floor.He gently pushed the master bedroom door open a crack, and looked in through the crack.
Only one bedside lamp was turned on in the room, Zhang Yuanying was leaning against the bedside, and Cen Weiyu was holding a medicine bowl to feed her medicine.This process lasted for a long time, after drinking the medicine, Cen Weiyu wiped her mouth clean, and lay down with her support.During the period, she seemed to have said something to Cen Weiyu, but Yang Qing couldn't hear it clearly after being too far away.
Seeing Zhang Yuanying fall asleep with his own eyes, he relaxed, closed the door and leaned against the wall, looking up at the lead-black sky in a daze.
Zhang Yuanying has become more and more mentally ill recently. She only wakes up for three or four hours a day, and sleeps most of the time.Even those three hours are not sober. What wakes up is the body, and the mind is still asleep for a long time.
When they moved to Taoliu Town, Zhang Yuanying's physical condition was deteriorating, and she couldn't recognize him many times, or mistook him for someone else.Perhaps Zhang Yuanying has her husband, son, and grandson in Zhang Yuanying's dormant spiritual world, and she, who exists in reality, is like a dream to her.
Yang Qing pinched the bridge of his nose wearily, and Cen Weiyu's voice from behind brought him back to his senses.
"I don't want to disturb you, I'm leaving first. If you need help with anything, please call me." Cen Weiyu slowly reported a series of numbers.
Yang Qing turned his head to look at him, Cen Weiyu looked a bit embarrassed, with sweat-soaked hair on his forehead, ill-fitting sweater, and mud splashed on his trousers from running too fast.Yang Qing leaned against the wall and said with a smile: "I invite you to have breakfast." He looked up at the sky and changed his words: "For lunch, what do you want to eat?"
"Hotpot." A star fell into Cen Weiyu's eyes, and he answered quickly, as if he had imagined the scene of eating hotpot with Yang Qing countless times in his mind.
"Let's go, but you can't go out in this outfit." Yang Qing stood up straight with his elbows against the wall, turned around first, and signaled Cen Weiyu to follow him.
The second bedroom was only a few steps away from the master bedroom. He pushed open the door of his own bedroom, his eyes fell into the room, and he paused.
Clumped quilts were folded into tofu cubes and placed on the bed, and the clothes dug out from the closet were also put away, and even the ground was so bare.
Of course, this cannot be sorted out by him, and there is only one answer left.Yang Qing walked around the room twice, and joked to Cen Weiyu who followed in, "He's quite virtuous." He is an old antique from thousands of years ago, and he inevitably has some old-fashioned stink problems, such as machismo.
In the past, Cen Weiyu had to take the initiative in everything and had an extremely strong personality.If Yang Qing is an unsheathed sword that would rather bend than bend, and never bow.Cen Weiyu is the frost-quenched and cold light that hides the edge of the tree, usually does not show the mountains and the dew, but the hidden sharpness is even stronger than Yang Qing.
When two strong-tempered people get together, their heads will bleed, and their swords will be broken, unless one of them is willing to bow his head and expose his soft and white neck to the sharp teeth of the beast.
Cen Weiyu softened, satisfying Yang Qing's male thoughts, and the pores of his whole body stretched out.
Some people like to push their feet, Yang Qing pointed to the closed wardrobe and was picky again, "You put all the clothes in, now it's ready, and you have to dig it out again, your effort is wasted."
Cen Weiyu passed him, opened the closet door, skillfully took out the winter clothes he could wear from the closet, glanced at Yang Qing, and said with a smile, "No, I remember where I put it."
"This is my house," Yang Qing stared at Cen Weiyu's skillful movements with a straight face.
Cen Weiyu ignored him, and quickly tidied himself up. His coat was a thick jacket, and he was holding a red scarf in his hand. He held the scarf and brought it to the tip of his nose to inhale. He lowered his head, and his tone could not be heard : "Floral fragrance," followed by observing the texture of the scarf, "Handmade scarf..."
From the moment he got the scarf, Yang Qing couldn't sit still, for no other reason, the scarf was given to him by Xiao Xun.He almost rushed forward, grabbed the scarf with his hands, and said sternly, "Don't touch my things." He felt a little guilty, but he didn't know why.
The soft touch of the scarf rubbed against the back of the hand, like a whip, it was so hot and painful, Cen Weiyu looked at the empty palm and said in a daze: "Who gave it to you?"
Yang Qing was most annoyed by his inquisitive tone, and said sarcastically, "Doesn't the professor know? I thought you knew everything about me."
Cen Weiyu grabbed forward, but only caught the corner of the scarf, and soon the corner was also pulled out, holding his hand in mid-air, his eyebrows drooped, and he said with difficulty: "I have investigated you before, I am afraid I can't find you , I'm afraid you'll leave."
"I'm not sure that you will stay by my side." He looked up at Yang Qing, "If you don't like it, I won't investigate any more."
Yang Qing clutched the scarf, "I didn't investigate, did you know that I live here?"
"I came to Taoli Town the day before yesterday and searched along the town day by day. Your Highness, I found you with my eyes." Cen Weiyu said.
Yang Qing's eyes started to hurt again, the pain spread from the bone marrow, lingering, as if the eyes were hurting, but it didn't.The walls on all sides of the house surrounded him in darkness, he was the one who provoked the dispute, and he was also the one who broke the army. Yang Qing covered his eyes and interrupted roughly, "I said, don't call your Highness, I'm not your Highness."
Cen Weiyu grabbed Yang Qing's shadow with his hand hanging in the air, froze for a few seconds, then retracted it, hanging powerlessly by his side.
The pain subsided, Yang Qing took a breath, and hung the scarf on the peg behind the door, "Let's go, go eat hot pot."
The sky was calm, like it was going to snow again, Yang Qing was carrying an umbrella, planning to go back quickly.
He walked side by side on the snow with him. In order to avoid slipping and falling in the morning, Yang Qing used the umbrella as a crutch and walked extremely carefully.
Unlucky things happened one after another, and finally arrived in the town only to find that the only hot pot restaurant was closed.
The A4 paper with the reason for closure was pasted on the transparent glass. The reason was that the owner's wife was about to give birth.
Cen Weiyu stood beside him and said: "Since the door is not opened, forget it, there is a hot pot meal between us."
Yang Qing felt awkward when he heard it, why did the words that were clearly empathetic come out of his mouth so wrong, as if he owed him...
He took a breath of cold air, held it in his mouth and slowly spit it out: "Go, go to the vegetable market, it doesn't matter if the hot pot restaurant is closed, I'll make it for you when I get home."
The two hurriedly went to the vegetable market, bought two bags of vegetables, and went to the supermarket to buy hot pot ingredients and an induction cooker. When checking out, Yang Qing glanced at the clock hanging in the supermarket, it was twelve fifteen.
Cen Weiyu helped with the things, suddenly pointed to the neatly stacked cigarettes under the transparent counter and said to the boss: "Please take a pack of cigarettes."
"Pay the bill together," Yang Qing generously gave the money together after the treat.
When he walked out of the supermarket, he watched Cen Weiyu play with the cigarette in his hand calmly. He played with the cigarette like a pen. He put it on the back of his hand and pushed it forward with his knuckles. But it's obvious that he doesn't smoke.
Looking away, Yang Qing said lightly: "If you don't know how to smoke, don't waste things."
Cen Weiyu paused while playing with cigarettes, but did not answer.
Because there were too many things, Yang Qing called a tricycle, got on the car and put the things by his feet, Cen Weiyu got on the car after him, and sat opposite him.
Yang Qing shook his red hand, looked at the three full pockets, and said thoughtfully, "It's enough for two meals."
There was snow on the ground, and the tricycle was not moving fast. Yang Qing enjoyed the slow motion, relaxed and comfortable.
Suddenly, the scripted words of the person in the next seat reached his ears.
"Smoking has the greatest impact on the respiratory system, which can cause chronic cough, sputum, emphysema, etc. The toxins it contains belong to a class of anticancer drugs, which can easily cause lung cancer."
Yang Qing turned his gaze to Cen Weiyu, looking at him like an idiot.
Cen Weiyu holds a cigarette case in one hand, and a new smartphone in the other, and reads on Baidu Encyclopedia with a frown.Pay attention to Yang Qing's gaze, he pointed at the cigarette case, "Smoking is harmful to health."
Yang Qing couldn't laugh or cry, how could he not understand, Cen Weiyu must have seen the cigarette butts in his room, and turned around to "advise".
"I don't smoke very much," he sneered, "it's not like you to beat around the bush."
Cen Weiyu clutched the cigarette case and said in a low voice, "You don't like it."
The words were nonsensical, but Yang Qing understood - you don't like being strong, you don't like being controlled by others, so I won't do it again.
It is a guarantee of the future and a confession of the past.
Yang Qing suffocated, he bent over and stood up in the swaying tricycle, his upper body leaned towards Cen Weiyu, in the sound of Cen Weiyu's warm and rapid breathing, he hooked out the cigarette case, sat back on the seat neatly, peeled off the cigarette case, and popped out the cigarette Biting the cigarette in his mouth, he mumbled, "I don't like you?"
Cen Weiyu suddenly raised his head, his eyes were dark, his palms were flat on his knees, clasped in a hollow manner, his voice sounded very stubborn, "I have to like it."
Yang Qing snorted and said nothing, pushed the cigarette from left to right, biting the butt irritably.
After about ten minutes, I arrived home.
Yang Qing carried her things to the kitchen, unceremoniously blasted Cen Weiyu, who was like a conjoined twin, out, and said coldly: "Don't get in the way here, go upstairs to see if grandma is awake."
Cen Weiyu left obediently.
Clean things up and put them away in categories.Yang Qing switched on the induction cooker and took apart the hot pot base.The hot pot base comes with instructions for making hot pot, which can be called a fool's guide, even if you are a kitchen killer, as long as you follow the instructions step by step, delicious hot pot is no problem.
Heat up the hot pot base first, then...
Yang Qing looked serious, and he didn't leave the kitchen for half an hour. Finally, the red hot pot soup was bubbling with the ingredients, and the spicy aroma was especially attractive in winter.
Yang Qing brought the induction cooker to the living room on the second floor, and made another trip to bring up the ingredients and three sets of bowls and chopsticks.
As soon as the bowls were set, Cen Weiyu led the neatly dressed Zhang Yuanying into the living room.Zhang Yuanying was obviously confused, she looked at Yang Qing with dodge eyes, she hooked Cen Weiyu's little finger and hid behind him.
Cen Weiyu gave Yang Qing a soothing look, Yang Qing held the bowl and said softly: "Grandma is here to eat."
Zhang Yuanying loves spicy food, so under Cen Weiyu's leadership, she sat next to him at the dining table and stared at the hot pot with all her heart.
Elderly people can't eat too much spicy food, and they are estimated to be [-]% full after eating, so Cen Weiyu coaxed the old man to rest under Yang Qing's gaze.
After a while, Cen Weiyu returned to the living room and found that Yang Qing hadn't moved his chopsticks, and was staring at the hot pot in a daze.
Even when Cen Weiyu sat down next to him, he didn't notice it.Cen Weiyu put a piece of fat beef roll in Yang Qing's bowl, comforting: "She remembers you."
The hot pot was soaked, and two drops of hot oil fell on the back of Yang Qing's hand. He wiped it off casually, leaving two bright red spots on his skin, like tears from a candle.
"What did she tell you this morning?" Yang Qing asked.
Cen Weiyu paused the hand holding the meat for him, "Grandma said, let me take care of Xiaoqing."
Yang Qing's eyes turned to Cen Weiyu, and said word by word: "I-don't-need-need."
Cen Weiyu said seriously: "I need it."
Yang Qing smiled and said, "Do you talk about this among friends?"
……
After eating the hot pot, there were a lot of vegetables and meat left as Yang Qing expected, and optimistically, he would have to eat for another day.
While cleaning up the dishes, he said to Cen Weiyu, "The professor is still not leaving, do you want me to see you off?"
Cen Weiyu took a deep look at him, turned and left.
Yang Qing stared at the still warm chair he had sat on, and angrily clasped the bowl heavily.
Is this gone?
At seven o'clock in the evening, it was dark.The heavy snow that had been brewing all afternoon was long overdue. Yang Qing wrapped the exposed water pipes with tape, carefully locked the doors and windows, filled Zhang Yuanying's room with charcoal fire, and went to bed shivering at nine o'clock.
The strong wind passed through the forest and alley, making a whirring sound, and heavy snow fell. Hearing the sound, Yang Qing could imagine the picture of snowflakes piling up on the roof, and he was very worried whether the house would collapse in the wind and snow.
This imagining kept him from falling asleep, and after an unknown period of time, he heard a third voice amidst the sound of wind and snow—"Duk...Duk Tuk"
There was a light knock on the door. The people outside seemed afraid of waking him up, but they were even more afraid of being ignored by him. After several times of suffering, they knocked on the door like a puppy whimpering.
Yang Qing put on his coat and stood up. The moment he got out of the quilt, he immediately regretted his decision to go and have a look.
"Fuck," he gritted his teeth and cursed, walked to the door with his arms folded, and opened the door to look out.
The person outside was Cen Weiyu, without a doubt, it was too dark and Yang Qing couldn't see his appearance clearly, but it didn't prevent him from coming to a conclusion, besides this idiot, who else would knock on the door despite the heavy snow?
Yang Qing said angrily, "Where did you get the key to the iron gate in the yard?"
Cen Weiyu had been frozen for a long time, her voice was wet and cold with wind and rain, "The landlord gave it."
"Fuck," Yang Qing swears, and then said, "Break into the empty door at night, I'm not responsible for freezing to death."
There was no movement outside the door, only the whistling wind and snow remained.
Yang Qing looked outside, but still couldn't see clearly, he murmured in his heart, could he really freeze to death?
He opened the door slowly, and at the moment of opening the door, a tall dark shadow fell towards him.Yang Qing was hit all over her arms, her chest felt a dull pain, she staggered and almost fell down.
Barely steadying himself, before he could open his mouth to curse, Cen Weiyu put his chin on his shoulder, wrapped his two long arms around his waist, and spoke first: "Your Highness, I'm so cold." Goosebumps appeared on Qing's arms, and he said with a straight face, "Don't call me Your Highness."
Cen Weiyu thought her mind was frozen, she hugged her tighter and tighter, and muttered, "You are...you are..."
Yang Qing was so strangled by him that he cursed angrily, "You idiot."
Cen Weiyu whispered, "I'm so cold."
The door of the room was opened wide, and gusts of cold wind raged into the room. After a while, the room was as cold as an ice cellar.
Yang Qing rolled her eyes, she couldn't be blamed.
He twisted the back of Cen Weiyu's hand hard to let him go, "Let go, I'll close the door."
Cen Weiyu persisted, "Don't let go, you want to drive me out together."
The power gap was too great, Yang Qing couldn't push it away, and said angrily: "I won't drive idiots out."
Cen Weiyu climbed up the pole, "I'm an idiot."
Yang Qing was completely speechless, he didn't expect Cen Weiyu to be so shameless now.There was no other way, he could only use his breastfeeding strength to lead Cen Weiyu to close the door like a kangaroo carrying a baby.
Closing the door really tormented him a lot, he pushed Cen Weiyu and said weakly: "I want to sleep."
Cen Weiyu lay on the bed next to him, pressed on Yang Qing and pulled the quilt to cover them tightly.
Yang Qing sighed, and asked him: "What is this, playing a rascal?"
Cen Weiyu hugged him even tighter, breathing quickly, and said in a muffled voice: "I can't help it, even if I die, you won't turn back, I can't help it."
Yang Qing suddenly felt a little funny, he raised his hand to touch Cen Weiyu's head, but his hand was frozen in the air, "So your method is to be a rascal, who said you want to be friends?"
Cen Weiyu didn't speak again.
Yang Qing asked: "The first time, why did you lie on the Ferris wheel?"
Cen Weiyu held his arms high, and met his eyes, "I want you to hate me, don't hate yourself. The destruction of the Yong Dynasty was because of Qi Guanwei's betrayal, and the one who should go to Infernal Purgatory is Qi Guanwei. I hope you hate me, I would rather you hate me."
Yang Qing saw the ceiling above his head with a dark beast hidden, it was like a black lake, inside the ripples of the lake was a jujube tree, two people, Qingyang Bi was crying under the tree, Qi Guanwei watched silently.
He shifted his gaze to Cen Weiyu's face, and rubbed his hands on his face that was the same as in the previous life, "I'm a coward."
Cen Weiyu rubbed against his palm, "You are His Highness."
Yang Qing smiled lowly, "Do you know why I didn't let you call Your Highness?" He slowly covered Cen Weiyu's eyes with his hands, and his long and moist eyelashes brushed against his palm, making it wet and itchy.
He asked himself and answered, "Every time you call me Your Highness, I will soften my heart."
Cen Weiyu's dry lips touched Yang Qing's forehead, sobbing, "Your Highness, my Highness."
Yang Qing patted him on the back and coaxed him, "Go to sleep."
……
I am a hopeless coward, Yang Qing thought.