love is hard

Chapter 7.

Qiu Ye packed his luggage in the bedroom, planning to go directly to the train station after dinner, Shi Shu stared at him from the side, reminding him what was missing from time to time, and when Qiu Ye finished packing, he asked him what he would have for dinner tonight.

Qiu Ye got up and rubbed his face, walked into the bathroom to wash his hands: "What do you want to eat? I'll make it tonight, but if you want to hang around, we can go out to eat."

Shi Shu leaned against the door frame in a daze, completely ignoring what he was saying.

"Hey," Qiu Ye flicked water droplets on his face, "What are you thinking about?"

"No," Shi Shu came back to his senses, thinking that the two of them seemed to be discussing dinner, "Go to the supermarket, buy something and make it yourself."

Qiu Ye stared at him for a long time, but didn't find anything wrong, only seeing that he was a little absent-minded, probably still angry.

It may be that the quarrels were frequent during this period, and he always felt a little uneasy from time to time.

The two of them got dressed and went downstairs. There was a big supermarket across the street. They basically handed over all their food and daily life to this supermarket. Neither of them liked to go out and hang around. They also liked to stay at home when they were resting. I don't often eat out either.

There were a lot of people in the supermarket, and they took advantage of the approaching New Year's discounts to frantically purchase new year's goods. It was so lively that Shi Shu walked in front, and Qiu Ye followed behind pushing a shopping cart, watching Shi Shu carefully pick things from the shelves.

Back then, he deliberately disliked Shi Shu and teased that you had a really good figure. In fact, he meant it sincerely, but he didn't think much about it at the time, and he never imagined that he and Shi Shu would develop into the current relationship in the near future.

Seeing his slender back squeezed into the crowd at this moment, Qiu Ye suddenly felt sour.

Shi Shu had indeed lost a lot of weight.

"Do you remember when you were in senior year?" Shi Shu suddenly turned his head, holding a bottle of hot sauce in his hand and said to him, "The radiator in the room we rented suddenly leaked at night, and it leaked all over the floor, so I got up in the middle of the night to clean it After a long time, it was three o'clock in the morning after cleaning up. I was so cold that I couldn't sleep. I was shivering in your arms. You asked me if I was hungry, so you were going to bake me pancakes. I was so angry that I lost my appetite. I guess I couldn’t eat all the delicacies from mountains and seas in front of me,” Shi Shu recalled with a smile, “You told me that this cake would definitely warm people’s hearts. It was really appetizing and heart-warming to get sweaty from the heat.”

Qiu Ye remembered that he was so hot that his forehead was sweating, and he almost went to the sink to get a handful of cold water to drink. After he calmed down, his face flushed with anger and he beat and scolded him. It was a bit sad, it was the first year they moved out, although the house was not very good, but they were really happy, the kind of happiness as long as the other party was around, as if they had the whole world.

"What kind of hot sauce did you put in?" Shi Shu said softly after he finished laughing, "I still want to eat it tonight, can you make it again?"

Qiu Ye saw his serious and expectant eyes, and his heart froze suddenly. He smiled, and said with some embarrassment: "Actually, I didn't put much hot sauce. If you think it's spicy, I took a few green peppers and made it into a hot sauce." Mo'er kneaded it into the noodles, you don't like those sauces, you always say it's too salty, so I put a small layer on the pancake, if you want to eat it, then let's go buy chili."

Shi Shu's hand holding the hot sauce trembled a little. He clearly remembered that after that night, Qiu Ye's hand was red and swollen. He was startled at the time, thinking that he was allergic to something, but Qiu Ye said it was fine. , Said it was soaked for too long by the rust water leaking from the radiator when cleaning the house.

He believed it at the time, and laughed at why he was so precious.

Shi Shu suddenly felt ridiculous and sad, how miraculous that the people he loves love him so much, but they can't go on.

Shi Shu watched Qiu Ye pick and choose from a pile of green peppers, and finally the bag filled several, and then followed him to watch him pay the bill, not knowing what it was like.

This scene is ordinary and familiar, but it is also so strange.

Like this moment, they went to the supermarket together countless times like sweet lovers, discussing what to have for dinner and what kind of yogurt to buy, but there was never a time like this that made him want to escape from addiction.

When he got home, Qiu Ye started cooking, and Shi Shu leaned against the kitchen door to watch him, wherever Qiu Ye moved, he saw it, as if he couldn't get enough of it.

"What are you looking at?" Qiu Ye turned around and asked him with a smile, kneading the dough in his hand.

"Just take a look," Shi Shu smiled.

"Handsome?" Qiu Ye raised his eyebrows, tossed and caught the dough in his hand, and looked at him with some complacency.

"Always handsome," Shi Shu replied, and after a while he called him again, "Qiu Bao."

"Huh?" Qiu Ye looked at him.

"It's okay," Shi Shu said, "Suddenly want to shout, Qiu Bao?"

"Here," Qiu Ye replied with a drawn out voice.

Shi Shu laughed for a long time, and suddenly his eyes became sour while smiling.

When Qiuye and Haomian started to process the peppers, Shishu stopped him: "Wait for me a moment." After speaking, he ran out to look through the drawer. There were still a lot of gloves left from eating fried chicken last time, so he took a pair Take it into the kitchen: "Bring your hands, otherwise it will be spicy."

Qiu Ye took the gloves and put them on, and said, "Actually, it's okay. The peppers I picked tonight are considered too spicy. I'm afraid you won't be able to eat them. It's not good for your stomach."

Shi Shu was in a daze for a long time, then he turned and walked out: "You do it, I'll watch TV for a while."

After a while, Qiu Ye came out with a plate of pancakes. The pancakes were golden and steaming, with a light layer of hot sauce on the surface.

"Let's eat," Qiu Ye picked up one, blew it in his hand and handed it to him, "I'll cook something else."

"No need," Shi Shu took the cake and smelled it, the bitter taste of green pepper and the aroma of the cake inhaled into his nose, the hot air made his eyes ache, "sit down and eat together."

"That's fine," Qiu Ye sat down next to him, picked up a piece of cake and began to bite, no one said a word.

After eating he should go to the station.

After turning around and looking at Shi Shu, who was slowly eating the pancakes bit by bit, but was obviously out of mind, his heart became a ball.

"Isn't it delicious?" He lowered his head and muttered, not daring to look into Shi Shu's eyes, "I still don't want to eat?"

"It's not as hot as before," Shi Shu smiled to himself, "But it's not cold now, and I don't need to sweat anymore."

The room suddenly fell into a dead silence, Qiu Ye didn't speak, just sat beside him quietly like that, as if in a trance, even the sound of each other's breathing began to be difficult to detect.

In this way, they slowly ushered in the darkness in silence. After the room gradually darkened, Shi Shu stood up and said softly, "Let's go, or we won't be able to catch the train."

Qiu Ye didn't speak, just followed behind him like a lost soul, took the suitcase, put on clothes, locked the door, and finally went downstairs in a trance.

He was speechless all the way, and when he saw the four big characters of West Railway Station, he seemed to come back to his senses suddenly. Passengers rushing home surrounded the ticket checking hall, and the voices of people began to pour into his ears slowly. .

Standing in the crowd, Qiu Ye was suddenly terrified for no reason, as if the two of them were about to be dispersed by this flow of people.

"Go," Shi Shu pushed the suitcase to him, stepped forward and hugged him tightly, and couldn't help but think of the scene when Qiu Ye sent him off that year, he couldn't help laughing, "Get in the car to send a message, get out of the car to make a phone call , but also guard against thieves."

Qiu Ye tightened her arms, and didn't care whether anyone around was looking at them, but just hugged him tightly, as if this person would fly away suddenly if she let go.

"Happy New Year," Shi Shu whispered in his ear, his voice hoarse, "Remember... miss me."

"Happy New Year," Qiu Ye kissed the back of his neck, let go of him and walked towards the ticket gate.

He didn't look back until he walked into the platform.

He dare not.

He was afraid of seeing the thin and frail figure that was mixed in the crowd, and even more afraid of meeting the look of disappointment that could not be concealed.

Shi Shu stood there, watching him walk away without looking back, his figure gradually shortened, and finally turned into a small dot in a halo, and finally disappeared from sight.

All the strength in his body seemed to be taken away at this moment, and the surrounding was very quiet. He couldn't hear or see anything, so he staggered out of the train station like that.

He didn't know that he had already burst into tears, but felt that the cold wind was blowing, his face was torn apart, and his whole body was cold, as if he had fallen into a wet and cold swamp, making him unable to breathe.

Unconsciously walking to the door of the house, he took out the key to open the door, all the strength in his body suddenly seemed to be exhausted at this moment, he raised his hand several times, but failed to open the door.

Is this the last time?

He slid slowly along the door frame and sat on the ground. It took an unknown amount of time before he got up, opened the door and walked in.

The room was dark and silent, Shi Shu didn't turn on the light, and slowly sat down on the sofa.

There was still the plate of unfinished green pepper cakes on the table, which had already cooled down.