Why are the stars indifferent

Chapter 19

While Zhan Le was cooking, Cheng Zai didn't go in to bother him, instead he sat outside and read the treatment plan that was just distributed a few days ago.

It's not that he didn't go in to help, Zhan Le asked Cheng Zai to help wash the vegetables at first, Cheng Zai Ying was very cheerful, then picked up a bunch of green onions and threw them directly into the sink.

"This has to be cut and washed," Zhan Le fished out the onion again, "there's still mud on it."

"That's right," Cheng Zai said, "Isn't it just washing mud?"

Zhan Le stared at the shallot in his hand and thought for a while: "But this part has to be cut off. You wash the mud on it and then cut it off. You really love the corpse."

"Then I'll cut it up." Cheng Zai took it and put it on the chopping board, drew a knife, and said sadly, "We remember this bundle of onions."

"Hey." Zhan Le smiled, not knowing what to say.

Cheng Zaizhen didn't have any cooking skills at all, as if he had never been in a kitchen in his previous life, after cutting the onion, threw it into the sink, washed it, took it out again, carefully and slowly chopped the shallot into chopped green onion.

According to his speed of preparing dishes, Zhan Le and the two of them can have supper together after cooking. Zhan Le stared at him helplessly for a while: "Hey, I'll do it myself."

"I'll just do a favor," Cheng Zai turned his head to look at him, "I'm sorry to let you work in the kitchen alone when you come to visit."

"I was the one who said I was coming to cook," Zhan Le paused, and pointed to the door, "Now, go out, please."

Cheng Zai paused for a while before reluctantly leaving the kitchen.

Cutting vegetables is quite fun, especially when Zhan Le is washing and putting things in the basket and handing them to the chopping board, he feels that he is the one who is going to take the special chef certification test, and he almost cuts the vegetables so that he can fly around in the sky The son was wrapped back on the plate and neatly coded.

But Zhan Le deprived him of this fun, so he could only read books outside.

The phone next to him rang, and he touched it to take a look. It was a message from Jing Yiming.

- I left you a ticket, get it at the back door early tomorrow.

Cheng Zai took a sip of water from his cup, and quickly lit the screen with his other hand.

-OK, thanks.

I have to take Zhan Le to listen to cross talk tomorrow.

I always feel that my recent life is quite fulfilling. Besides going to and from get off work every day, I have a lot of life that I didn’t have before, and I also have more patience that I didn’t have before.

What he said to Zhan Le, "If I feel annoying, I would have ignored you long ago" is serious. He is really tired and irritable about many things, and he will immediately feel a little emotional fluctuation. Withdrew, but not to Zhan Le, or not so annoying.

It may be that the sky is going to rain and people have to make progress.

Always move forward.

Zhan Le's meal was really hearty, with four dishes and one soup, it was just enough for two people.The sliced ​​meat in the soup was smooth and chewy, with some mushrooms and green vegetables in it. When Cheng went to help serve it, he smelled a strange aroma.

The food was very delicious. Cheng Zai ate too much takeaway and boxed lunches. He hadn’t had a normal meal at home for a long time, so this meal was a little too much. But when Zhan Le entered the kitchen again, Cheng Zai felt that he was It's ok, no problem, we can start again.

"You said you don't eat shrimp," Zhan Le fried a few potato pancakes, "I should put some shrimp stuffing in them, but I replaced them with pork."

The potato pancakes were cooked moderately, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with salad dressing poured on them, and they were still steaming hot after frying. Cheng Zai took a bite and couldn't help giving Zhanle a thumbs up.

Zhan Le smiled and said nothing.

Cheng was washing the dishes after dinner, and Zhan Le cooperated with him to dry the washed dishes and put them in the cupboard. The two chatted for a while before Zhan Le proposed to go home.

"I'll see you off," Cheng Zai put away the book on the sofa, "It's getting late."

"Hey, I just took a taxi and went back," Zhan Le waved his hand, "I'm not that delicate."

"Then I'll take you downstairs." Cheng Zai said.

Zhan Le didn't push anymore, and when Cheng Zai left the room, the two went downstairs together.

The September night breeze was cool, and the street lamps that had been in disrepair flickered twice and then suddenly dimmed with a muffled sound. Zhan Le was startled: "Fuck!"

"The light is out," Cheng Zai said calmly, "Calm down."

"I'm quite calm," Zhan Le patted his chest, "It's just too sudden."

Cheng Zai nodded: "By the way, isn't there a good cross talk talk tomorrow?"

"Huh?" Zhan Le turned his head and glanced at Cheng Zai.

They just came out under the shadow of the broken street lamp. Zhan Le narrowed his eyes a little, and turned his face to Cheng Zai, but Cheng Zai looked at the obliquely elongated shadow on the ground: "My friend left us two Tickets, you have to go early tomorrow, and you have to go to the back door to get them."

"Why?" Zhan Le didn't quite understand.

"Cross talk is very popular now, and there are often a bunch of little girls around the back door," Cheng Zai said, "We won't be able to get in if we go late."

"Damn, so scary?" Zhan Le was a little surprised.

Cheng Zai nodded seriously.

Zhan Le has never heard of cross talk in theaters or small gardens, but occasionally sees it when browsing Weibo, and then clicks in to follow the music for a while, and is still very excited to go to the scene to listen to cross talk.

But what he didn't expect was that the group of little girls around the back door were more excited than him.

The next day, Cheng Zai and Zhan Le went early. The show started at 03 o'clock and the ticket check was at 30:[-]. They passed at [-]:[-]. When they arrived at the back door of the small garden, it was almost [-]:[-], and there were already several people around the door. The little girl is chatting excitedly with a mobile phone and a bunch of things.

Cheng Zai lowered his head and sent a message with his mobile phone. After a while, the back door was pushed open. The group of girls looked up at the same time as if they had discovered a wolf that had been hungry for 800 years. Afterwards, there was obvious disappointment in his eyes, but he still smiled at him in a friendly manner.

The one who came out was a young man in a dark green coat, whose face might not be as big as Zhan Le: "Hey, Cheng Zai."

"Yeah." Cheng Zai walked over with Zhan Le.

"Let me tell you a week in advance next time." Jing Yiming didn't show any expression, and quietly took out the ticket from his pocket and handed it to Cheng Zai, "I got this ticket only after asking Master."

Cheng Zai took the ticket and nodded: "Thanks, the money will be transferred to you later."

Jing Yiming rubbed his hands: "It would be nice if you were more practical."

"I'll treat you to dinner next time." Cheng Zaiying answered quickly.

"I've downloaded it more than 800 times." Jing Yiming smiled, and didn't really plan to ask Cheng Zai to give me anything. "If you have time, just record a section for me. I'll go in."

"Well," Cheng Zai nodded, "Go."

Jing Yiming looked really anxious, waved his hand and opened the wooden door of the back door again and went in.

"How old is he?" Zhan Le was a little surprised, "Isn't he as old as me?"

"One month younger than you," Cheng Zai said, "the day after tomorrow he will become an adult."

Zhan Le nodded.

Jing Yiming said that the tickets that were picked out by hand were not adulterated at all, even the seats were just added, the one on the second floor was just from the angle where you can see the bald and the bald, and there were already two little girls sitting next to them I was licking melon seeds.

But I can't blame anyone, Cheng Zai said that he was going to listen to the cross talk and asked if there were any tickets, it was too sudden, and the time was tight, Jing Yiming was awesome if he could get the tickets.

Zhan Le didn't care either. Listening to cross talk is mainly for listening, and it's impossible for a cross talk actor to win the top spot on stage.

But what both of them made a mistake was the Fenhewan played by the finale couple. They had to watch the whole set of actors' movements and eyes to understand the complete burden. Fortunately, the actor in the bottom corner stood still, Just talk about the program, but also listen to it.

Zhan Le was smiling very happily all the time, I don't know if it was a low point of laughter, the little girl next to him looked at him several times, and he kept laughing all the time, and finally he just lay down on the table and his whole body was shaking.

After reading it, Zhan Le's face was red with laughter, his eyes were wet, and there were still some tears from laughing on his eyelashes.

After Cheng sent the recorded video to Jing Yiming, he quickly replied: "That's great, I know I'm not bald, thank you."

"Hey, that friend of yours is pretty funny too," Zhan Le patted Cheng Zai on the shoulder as he walked out, "You look like a serious guy, why are you acting like that on stage?"

"The stage is full of performances." Cheng Zai smiled and put his phone in his pocket, "He can perform whatever you want."

Zhan Le didn't know if he listened or not, and kept laughing over there.

It was quite late after the performance, and both of them were a little hungry, so they drove directly to the night market for a late-night snack.

"I want to buy a cup of milk tea," Zhan Le saw the milk tea shop outside as soon as he got in the car, "That one, I heard it's quite delicious."

"Well," Cheng Zai glanced over there, "Go and buy it."

"Okay." Zhan Le nodded, "What do you drink?"

"Peach Oolong," Cheng Zai said, "Three points of sugar."

Zhan Le responded, opened the door and got out of the car.

There is a pretty girl in the milk tea shop. After Zhan Le ordered what she wanted and paid for it, she waited at the bar and returned a message by the way.When he first listened to the cross talk, his phone turned on several times, but he didn't take it out to look at it. He was so busy with the music that he didn't have time to reply to the message.

Now I took it out, cleared up the promotional messages sent by various stores and blocked the friend requests sent by the people from the Zhan family, before clearing up, the girl at the bar suddenly said: " Is that Cheng Zai's car?"

"Huh?" Zhan Le raised his head, "Yes."

"I just saw you get off his car," the girl smiled, "Is that his brother?"

"It's his friend." Zhan Le said.

"That's it." The girl turned around, handed over a cup of peach oolong, and put what Zhan Le asked for, "He used to like to drink, but I don't know why he stopped coming... "

"Oh." Zhan Le replied.

Zhan Le was still a little puzzled when she got into the car with two glasses of drinks. The girl had a natural expression and her eyes were not wrong, but the cautious feeling in her words made people feel uncomfortable and felt a little regretful.

Cheng Zai was going to drink it at the night market, but Zhan Le had already inserted the straw and drank it one gulp at a time.

After the car drove forward steadily for a certain distance, Zhan Le couldn't help asking: "Did you come here often?"

"Well," Cheng Zai replied, "When you are too tired from studying and working, you can come to listen to cross talk."

"Oh," Zhan Le chewed the taro balls in his mouth, and then asked, "You don't come here much now?"

"Did the boss say something to you?" Cheng Zai glanced at Zhan Le in the rearview mirror, pursed his lips and sighed, "I used to like going to their house for drinks."

"En." Zhan Le responded, waiting for Cheng Zai to continue.

"The boss got to know me later," Cheng Zai said in a flat tone, "I don't like to add ingredients to the things I buy."

"Indiscriminate addition?" Zhan Le was a little surprised, "What happened to you?"

"No," Cheng Zai smiled, "Just add some things I usually buy, such as coconuts."

Zhan Le froze for a moment, but didn't make a sound.

"I'm not used to it. People are suddenly so...enthusiastic to me," Cheng Zai said, "I felt awkward at first, but after thinking about it, I found it annoying, so I stopped going."

Zhan Le bit the straw, not knowing what she was thinking, and turned her head to look out the window.

Cheng Zai took Zhan Le to a small night market and ordered some barbecue, but no wine. After all, Zhan Le had to go to school the next day and he had to go to work.

Put the peach oolong he brought into the straw, and after taking a sip, Cheng Zai picked up a bunch of freshly grilled chicken wings and pointed at Zhan Le: "Don't think about it, I didn't mention you."

"Huh?" Zhan Le stared at the tip of the chicken wing as if he had just recovered.

"You are still within my tolerance." Cheng Zai took the chicken wing back and took a bite, "Don't think about it."