Why are the stars indifferent

Ji Changyun asked the process on the first day of National Day if he wanted to take medicine.

Cheng refused at the time. He felt that he was not serious enough, and his emotions were still in a well-controllable range. He only needed a few deep breaths to adjust to the previous state.

But now that I think about it, I should take medicine.

Cheng Zai's mood didn't get better when he saw Zhan Le, on the contrary, it got worse. There was a voice in his heart asking him why he came, why he didn't go somewhere else, find a quiet place, and stay alone.

Coming to Zhanle, I have to talk, laugh, and clear my mind. Isn't it good to be alone?

"Come in," Zhan Le glanced at him, and took out a pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet, "Are you really here to eat?"

"Yeah." Cheng Zai stared at the pair of slippers without moving.

"This thing," Zhan Le pointed to his feet, "it's called slippers."

"Huh?" Cheng Zai was stunned for a moment, "I know."

"You've been staring at me and I thought you didn't know." Zhan Le shrugged and turned to go into the house.

Cheng Zai stared at the shoes for a while before stepping into the room, closed the door behind his back, changed his shoes, and followed Zhan Le in.

This is his first visit to Zhan Le's house, there is nothing special, if he has to say something, it is probably unexpectedly clean.

Everything was placed neatly, there was not even a random piece of clothing on the sofa, and the pillows were neatly placed on the sofa, Cheng Zai took a look, and even the little rabbits next to the TV were one on each side, symmetrical Leave it alone.

"You're so late that I'm not prepared at all," Zhan Le was probably folding clothes when he knocked on the door, and now he's putting the folded clothes in the closet, "It just came out of nowhere."

"You can eat whatever you want." Cheng Zai stared at the little rabbit for a while.

"Lin Xiangxiao grabbed that one," Zhan Le leaned against the door frame, "Either? Or I'll give it to you."

"Huh?" Cheng Zai looked up at Zhan Le, "No, it doesn't match my age."

"Yeah, I'm in my [-]s and [-]s," Zhan Le said, "Go shopping with me later, I haven't cooked for a few days, and I've been eating takeaway."

"Okay." Cheng Zai replied and stopped talking.

Zhan Le didn't speak either. He poured a cup of warm water and put it on the tea table. Cheng Zai walked over and sat on the sofa. As soon as he sat down, Zhan Le raised his hand to touch it. Cheng Zai's eyes widened and he almost raised his hand. Woke up, when subconsciously preparing to call, Zhan Le took back the hand on his forehead and tried it on his forehead: "It doesn't burn."

"I don't have a fever." Cheng Zai said helplessly.

"Looks like he's burning stupid." Zhan Le also poured himself a glass of water. He held the water glass in his hand and looked up at Cheng Zai, "What's wrong?"

Zhan Le was sitting on the sofa opposite, not far away, the light came from the side, imprinting the outline of his other side deeper, and also illuminating the left side of his face, Cheng Zai could even see him hanging down while drinking water. His eyelashes fluttered slightly, and his bangs slowly slipped across his eyelids. Cheng Zai was stunned for a while but couldn't answer.

When Zhan Le looked over again, he said, "I'm in a bad mood."

"Huh?" Zhan Le responded.

"I'm not in a good mood during this time of year," Cheng Zai said, "I have nightmares every night."

"I also have nightmares," Zhan Le leaned back on the sofa, "For a while, I had nightmares every night."

"Both of us are not very lucky," Cheng Zai suddenly smiled, "it's not suitable for living in a dream."

Zhan Le also smiled.

Cheng Zai may not only be in a bad mood, he has lost a lot of weight, and his mental outlook is not very good. When he opened the door, Zhan Le thought that Cheng Zai had escaped. Anyway, we met a few days ago It was completely different when it came to him.

The gentle Dr. Cheng seemed to collapse overnight, leaving only Cheng Zai squatting in the rubble.

"Should we go shopping later?" Zhan Le said, "There is a small vegetable market very close to here."

"...Okay," Cheng Zai responded, "What kind of food do you want?"

"Think about what you want to eat." Zhan Le squatted down and opened the small cabinet under the coffee table. There were neatly packed canned snacks and drinks inside. "What do you want to eat?"

"Do you have obsessive-compulsive disorder?" Cheng Zai also squatted down, took a can of potato chips, and took out two bottles of Sprite, "It's all so neat and clean."

"My name is, normal people like to clean up their rooms," Zhan Le pointed at him, "Do you think they are all like your sofa and your co-driver?"

"What's wrong with my sofa and my co-driver?" Cheng Zai unscrewed the Sprite and took a sip, leaning on the sofa, "It's so convenient to find things."

Zhan Le clicked his tongue and fell silent.

There's nothing to talk about just getting together like this, so I might as well go and buy the vegetables now.

It was still a little cold in October, Zhan Le planned to put on a coat before going out, and went into the bedroom by himself, Cheng Zai didn't follow in, when Zhan Le got up after changing, he caught a glimpse of a photo on the cabinet over there , the above three people all laughed happily.

The woman in the white dress held a child in one arm and smiled so hard that her teeth could not be seen. The short-haired child bared her teeth at the camera, and the long-haired child was a little shy, but also smiled very cutely.

There is a line of small characters next to it: Zhan Sijun, Zhan Siyi took a photo at the age of three.

Zhan Siyi?

Cheng Zai stared at the photo again, when footsteps sounded behind him, he turned his head and asked, "Twins?"

"Twins," Zhan Le glanced at the photo, walked over and poked the little girl's face in the photo, "This is my sister."

"It's your sister again." Cheng Zai sighed, "How many good sisters do you have?"

Zhan Le glanced at him, thought for a while and was happy: "I really have a lot of sisters, you only know three of them."

"Yes." Cheng Zai smiled.He did not continue to question Zhan Siyi.

He has known Zhan Le for so long, and he has never heard that he has a twin sister, nor has he heard any of his relatives mention it. Even when Zhan Le once told him about his mother, in that story, There is no Zhansi meaning.

Zhan Siyi is very likely to be lost, or... dead, anyway, it's something Zhan Le doesn't want to mention again.

Cheng Zai didn't intend to sprinkle salt on other people's wounds.

Zhan Le didn't continue to explain anything.

The two of them walked slowly to the small vegetable market, bought some green leafy vegetables that Cheng had eaten but couldn't name, and went to the meat section inside.

"You don't eat shrimp or anything, do you?" Passing by the aquatic area, Zhan Le pointed inside, "Don't you eat fish too?"

"No." Cheng Zai frowned, "I... can't get used to the fishy smell."

"Then let's go buy meat," Zhan Le didn't continue to struggle, he actually wanted to eat fish a little bit, but Cheng Zai just stood at the gate of the aquatic product area with this expression on his face, and let him in again Zhan Le was afraid that he would spit out on the spot, "You What kind of meat do you want to eat?"

"It's fine," Cheng Zai obviously breathed a sigh of relief, "Chicken, you can also make soup."

"Pork can also make soup," Zhan Le said, "The slippery slice of meat I made for you last time is pork."

"Wow, it's pork." Cheng Zai smiled, "I ate it, isn't it amazing?"

"Hey," Zhan Le blinked. There were quite a lot of people in the vegetable market, and the voices of people and wind from the past gathered together. He asked in a low voice, but Cheng Zai still heard it, "Are you in a better mood?" ?”

"Yeah." Cheng Zai smiled again, moved the vegetables in his hand to one hand, and then rubbed Zhan Le's head vigorously with the free hand.

Zhan Le was taken aback by his sudden movement. The main reason why he didn't jump was because there was an aunt next to him. If he jumped again, he would have kicked someone's leg.

He could only stare at Cheng Zai, and then told the boss what he wanted.

Cheng didn't listen.

His mood has indeed improved a lot. For some unknown reason, it was as if he had been pulled out of the mud. Although his body was still covered in mud, he was able to catch his breath and felt extremely relaxed.

When he went back, Zhan Le bought two bottles of beer downstairs and took them with him. After Cheng put all the dishes in the kitchen, Zhan Le kicked him out.

"My kitchen is not as big as yours," Zhan Le gestured, "I can't do anything with you here, so go out and wait for me."

"Are you going to do a radio gymnastics here?" Cheng Zai leaned against the door frame and looked at him.

"The main reason is that you will learn my cooking secrets secretly." Zhan Le turned her head and gritted her teeth at him.

Cheng Zai smiled and said nothing, just leaned against the door frame and watched Zhan Le busy in the kitchen.

It's a bit crazy to say it, an adult, watching a student busy in the kitchen, and calling the student last time to ask the student to go to his house to work around, is not a healthy development trend.

But Cheng Zai likes to see Zhan Le so busy.

Zhan Le's movements are neat and there are not so many bells and whistles, but he is unexpectedly chic, even when he is hooking the gorgon in the bowl with a spoon, his movements are cool.

Pinpin is a contemporary high school sophomore all-around boy.

How awesome to cook.

It's just that learning is not very awesome.

Cheng Zai clicked his tongue, watched Zhan Le take out the dishes, put the plate away, and then he said, "Let me teach you to do your homework."

As he expected, after these words came out, Zhan Le shook his hands, bringing the spatula and pan together to make an unpleasant sound.

"I understand that you are in a bad mood," Zhan Le turned around and pointed at him, "Don't make me unhappy, let me tell you."

"Write a homework." Cheng Zai was a little helpless, "Why is it like killing you?"

"Do you know how much homework we have this National Day?" Zhan Le said, "Students like Lin Xiangxiao have done it for three days."

"Is it difficult?" Cheng Zai asked.

"It's not difficult," Zhan Le shook his head, then turned back, "It's just a lot of fucking, trying to use the sea of ​​questions to drown us in the ocean of knowledge."

"Really, let me teach you to do your homework," Cheng Zai looked at Zhan Le's back, "You have to think about a way out for the future, at least...your dad won't use this to find fault with you .”

"...Hey, Doctor Cheng," Zhan Le stopped what he was doing, turned to look at Cheng Zai, "I'll cook for you."

"En." Cheng Zai responded.

"You still want to watch me do my homework." Zhan Le pointed at him again.

"Yeah." Cheng Zai had a premonition of what he was about to say, the corners of his mouth were twitching, and he couldn't hold back his smile.

"What the hell did I do to you in my last life!" Zhan Le roared, "I'm just making fun of me in this life!"