this life is waiting

The supermarket where I had meals was sparsely populated, and I walked slowly with my shopping cart.

Ten minutes ago, He Cheng asked me if I had eaten. After I answered, she asked again. She was at home alone and was going to cook. She asked me if I wanted to come together, and I agreed.

I actually agreed.

I still remember the surprised expression on her face at that time, this is clearly her polite way of saying it, why don't I know how to read the air.

I despised myself again in my heart, and looked up at her back.

She stood in front of me, hooked her index finger and middle finger on the metal rod on the edge of the shopping cart, led me vaguely, and looked down to see if there was anything I needed on the shelf.

There are already a lot of food in the car, which makes me doubt whether the two of us can finish it.

She stopped in the condiment area of ​​bottles and cans, took her hands away from the car, first bent slightly to read the words on the shelf, then shook her head, throwing the hair in front of her back, and looked back at me.

Why did I say so unaesthetically, anyway, probably, just look back and smile.

"Are you hungry?" she asked.

After wandering around for so long, she finally talked to me. If it wasn't for the genuine smile on her face at the moment, I would almost suspect that she was sulking. Why should I go to her house for a meal.

I shook my head: "Not hungry."

She hummed, turned around, took her index finger and scanned the shelf, then squatted down, grabbed a bottle of soy sauce on the second row, got up and put it in the car, and said to me: "buy It's over."

I hummed and smirked at her.

I am not very familiar with this supermarket. On the way to the checkout, she was still pulling the cart, and I was pushing behind. I was thinking, why didn’t she stand side by side with me, so that we could chat, but then I thought, she doesn’t like talking so much , Let's walk ahead, I don't know what to say to her.

We walked in a straight line, which was much faster than when we came in. The road ahead was very clear, so I put my legs on the shelf of the shopping cart because of the sudden extra weight. There was a pause, and he looked back at me, then at my feet.

She laughed, turned sideways and grabbed the side of the shopping cart with both hands, and pushed me forward very cooperatively.

I groaned a few times, then laughed out loud.

The happy mood always comes so quickly, so inexplicably, my God, I am too old to be happy about this kind of thing.

The track of the car was irregular, and in just a few seconds, the direction had already deviated, and I was about to hit the jelly stand. I immediately put my foot down, but just as my toes touched the ground, suddenly a hand appeared out of thin air and hugged me.

The car stopped because of this, within ten centimeters of the stand, and because of the sudden external force, after I stepped on the ground, I took a small step back inertially, and was completely hugged by He Cheng.

I stood up straight, not daring to vent my breath.

The place where she hugged me was a little above my waist, and I thought that if another accident happened, her arm would touch my chest, so I was so terrified.

This is the first time we have had such a close contact. When I read novels before, I always felt that the word "breath of the whole body" described in it was very exaggerated, and the whole body could still have breath.Now I understand, she obviously just hugged me in a way of protecting me, but I feel that all the tiny air around her body is instructing me to get closer to her, a little closer, a little closer.

This feeling is really unbearable, like two opposing villains in my body are at war.

Crisp crisp, hemp hemp.

"Be careful," she said.

Because of the close distance, her words seemed to be right next to my ears, and there seemed to be a trace of warm gas sprayed on my cochlea, swaying with tiny fluff, stimulating my tiny nerves.

Soon, she let me go, took the cart in my hand, motioned me to follow her with her eyes, and walked forward.

He Cheng's home is in the neighborhood near the supermarket. When he came out of the supermarket, it was already dark.

The sun always sets very early in winter. I still remember when we were in primary school, the teacher asked us, do you know why the sun sets so early in winter? I stupidly raised my hand and said, because the winter is too cold, the sun has to go down early. One side of the summer sun.

As expected, He Cheng's house was empty. After we changed our shoes, we went in. I followed her to carry the things to the kitchen and helped to arrange them.

When I was washing the radishes, I looked back at her who was chopping the vegetables, and I was very impressed.

"You can actually cook, hey."

She smiled lowly and didn't answer.

I handed her the washed radish, walked a little closer, and asked, "But why don't you ask me what I like to eat?"

After hearing this, He Cheng turned on the range hood and answered me: "What if I don't know how to cook the dish you like." She circled behind me with slanted eyes and pushed me out of the kitchen, "It's the first time, of course. skilled."

With a bang, he closed the kitchen door.

I shrugged, went to the living room and turned on the TV.

During the winter vacation, there are always popular star idol dramas on TV. After I skipped a few channels, they were all commercials, so I had to watch them again.

It took only a few minutes for the TV to enter the commercial, I pursed my mouth, got up and went to the kitchen, opened the door and saw He Cheng cooking soup.

I changed my shoes and walked in. The smell of the soup filled the whole kitchen. It made me feel very hungry. I leaned forward, looked at the pot through the steam, and turned to ask her, "What soup?"

He Cheng: "Fish soup."

I smelled it again, it was very fragrant.

She wanted to add seasonings. In order not to get in the way, I stood behind her and watched her sprinkle salt in. When she was about to sprinkle MSG, I brushed my hair.

So kindly, I grabbed all her hair in my hands, and when I grabbed the hair, my fingertips touched the skin below her neck, and swept it away.She raised her hand tacitly, and I saw the hair tie on her wrist, reached out and took it off, and tied her hair together, round and round.

After the pricking was done, I wrapped a pinch in my hand, turned a few times and slid down. Suddenly, she turned her head and put a spoon in her hand in front of me. The soup in the spoon was beige.

"Try it," she said.

I pouted and wanted to drink, but she laughed and stepped back a bit: "It's hot."

After she finished speaking, she blew on the spoon a few times, and stretched it out again.

I lowered my head to drink, took a sip and looked up at her.

She raised her eyebrows: "Huh?"

I licked my lips and nodded to her: "It's delicious."

She laughed, drank the hot water left in the spoon, and turned to get a big bowl of soup from the cabinet.

I watched her smooth series of movements, paused, and left the kitchen.

It's just a simple four dishes and one soup, but what she cooks is very suitable for my appetite. If it's not the first time I eat at her house, I might ask for another bowl of rice.

In order to repay her after the meal, I volunteered to wash the dishes, and when I came out, I saw her on the phone.

"No, I can...well...have fun and don't have to come back so early."

Speaking of this, she, who had her back to me, suddenly turned her head, as if I had been caught eavesdropping on the phone, and wiped my hands at a loss.

After saying a few more words, she hung up the phone.

I chuckled, threw the paper into the trash can, pointed to the corridor at the other end, and asked, "Which one is your room?"

She got up from the sofa, took me over to a door, stopped, and opened the door.

I walked in with the mood of visiting. She followed me and turned on the light. I looked around and felt that the decoration style was very suitable for her. The furniture was full and light.

She seems to be a person with a regular life, the room is very clean and tidy, like her, she is not afraid of friends raiding the house, unlike my room, which is a mess every day, if someone is coming, you must notify in advance, so I can clean it up in advance.

In fact, it’s nothing to look at. After walking a few steps, I stopped in front of her desk. Just as I was about to say something, she suddenly strode towards me, and then stretched her hand towards the desk. I followed the direction of her hand. Looking around, she saw that she slammed down a photo frame on the table with a snap.

I let out a yo, and looked at her with a strange smile: "Who is here." After I finished speaking, I raised my eyebrows twice.

She shook her head and smiled: "Secret."

Yo yo yo yo.

I tentatively reached out and put my hand on the edge of the photo frame, but she didn't intend to let go. Our eyes met in the air, as if we were fighting silently. Her attitude was obviously firm, but her eyes were extremely gentle.

After a few seconds I shrugged and moved away.

Now, I remembered that He Cheng once told me that she has someone she likes.

It must be that person, I looked down a few times, my heart was full of curiosity, but I didn't dare to ask.

I watched a few episodes of TV series at her home, and after chatting for a while, it was getting late.

She took me to the gate of the community, said goodbye, and watched me get in the car and leave. The car drove a long way, and when I turned around, I seemed to be able to see her standing under the streetlight, looking in my direction.

After I got home, I took a shower before my mother came back. While regretting that I played the wrong card tonight, she asked me if I had any bad luck today.

When she asked, it suddenly reminded me of He Cheng's photo frame. I thought, is it unlucky not to see the photos inside?When you obviously go to the room, you can just scan it and lower your head casually, and you can see it.

Ah, what an annoyance!

This annoyance has been with me all the time. Drinking tea and watching TV with my father in the living room is also lifeless. When I gave him the tie, it was probably because the smile he squeezed out was too ugly. After he took it, he immediately paid me. Zero flowers, I can't laugh or cry.

After returning to the room, my mind is full of photos.

So I regarded my room as He Cheng's room, and the scene began to reappear in my mind. Here is the table, here is the bed, and here is the photo frame.

The phone rang suddenly, interrupting my thoughts. I shook my head and laughed at my stupid idea just now. I took the phone out of my bag. It was He Cheng who sent me a message, asking if I had arrived an hour ago. Send me another question mark.

I hurried back and explained that I didn't hear the phone when I put the phone in the room. She replied good and said to go to bed early.

I stared at the chat logs in a daze.

in the end!

The people in the photo!

who is it!

After struggling for more than ten minutes, I felt that I was very sick. I picked up the bag that I had thrown on the chair when I came back, and took out He Cheng's gloves from it. I felt that I was sick to the extreme.

I screamed a few times and buried my head in the quilt.

What the hell am I doing...