Disgusted

"So, did I get the invitation because the answer was correct?" Aozora raised her eyebrows and asked jokingly.

The two of them were still curled up in the bed, Qing Kong was lying on his side, one palm was stroking from the back of the yarn's neck to the shoulder blades, inch by inch along the back to the back of the waist, and then back, back and forth repeatedly, the touch of the palm made her feel comfortable narrowed his eyes.

Saori had her eyes closed at first, but now she slowly opened them to look at the blue sky. "There is no right or wrong, because there is no answer in the first place, but the words at that time just gave a direction."

"About love without passion is not love?" Qingkong thought for a while. "So are you determined to leave your husband?"

"No. It should be the other way around, about the complete love after "love" and "lust". Saori laughed lightly. "So I decided to have a date with you."

It's almost like a ray of light is blooming.Qingkong rested her hand on Saori's waist, looking at her face quietly.Saori is always quiet, but once she laughs, it's like throwing a stone, breaking the reflection of the moon in the center of the lake, causing waves of ripples to reach people's hearts.

Qingkong's heart tightened, and he pulled Saori closer with his hands, wrapped his body around, and kissed under Saori's earlobe.Saori trembled as if being scalded, wrapping her hands around Qingkong's neck.

All the other problems, husbands, wounds, leaky bamboo baskets, biracial children, or discussions of love and lust, could be put aside to make room for each other's gasps, kisses, and fingertips.

When the two finally remembered the matter of hunger, the clock had pointed to a quarter past nine.Most of the small towns are closed for business, so I can only go to the new district for dinner.So Qingkong still suggested: instant noodles?

Saori nodded indifferently at first, but when she went to the kitchen, she saw that the stove was cold, and there was only a frying pan on the gas stove, with three large bowls stacked next to it, a pair of chopsticks, and the only seasoning was salt.Turning around and opening the large double-door refrigerator, it was empty, with a single onion, a small bag of quick-frozen dumplings and a large piece of whole wheat bread.Relatively complete drinks, fresh milk, grape juice, beer, mineral water, cola, and a large bag of coffee beans are neatly listed inside the refrigerator door like soldiers.Saori bent down, and then opened the freezer underneath, and sure enough, there was nothing but the cold air.She leaned on the refrigerator door and glanced at Qing Kong, sighing: "You must have a good mother." As the saying goes, a loving mother often loses her son.

Boiling water in a frying pan on the Qingkong rack, his hands were pulling the packaging bag of instant noodles, he was taken aback when he heard this, but with too much force, the bright red bag opened wide, and the crumbs and seasoning packets fell all over the floor .She squatted down, slowly gathered, picked up, and threw away, and then smiled, "Well, she is really good at cooking."

"She didn't live with you?" Saori took out the onion, put a small piece of butter on the side of the drink, and closed the refrigerator door.

"No. She's in Macau." Aozora said.When the water boiled, she first evened out half of the boiling water, then washed her hands, put two packs of instant noodles into the pot, soaked them for a while, turned them over, took them out when the noodles were scattered, poured out the muddy water in the pot, and put them back in again. Add the boiling water and half-cooked noodle just now.

Shazhi managed to find a fruit knife and no chopping board, so she cut onions on the table with a paper towel spread out.There was a brisk "bang bang" sound in the kitchen.

"So, you're half-breed?"

"Yeah. That's it." Qing Kong found that Saori used to use questions to state the facts, as if that way, there was room for the facts to be tactful. "A quarter of Portuguese blood."

"Oh." The beeping sound stopped, and Saori turned her face, staring at Qingkong's side face as if she wanted to distinguish the quarter of the outer land scenery.After a while, he turned back calmly, and the rattling sound resumed. "How long can you stay here?"

"Ten years." Qingkong glanced at Saori, a little surprised at her sharpness. "If you are referring to the issue of documents and visas. The validity period of the Hong Kong and Macau Exit Permit is ten years. After that, you just need to go back and replace it."

Noodles are ready.Qing Kong only sprinkled some salt, but didn't put any seasoning packets or oil.Put the noodle into two blue porcelain bowls respectively, the color of the noodle makes the noodle shiny, pink and tender, steaming hot, unexpectedly it has the peace of living at home.

The pot was vacated, Saori washed it skillfully, heated the pot, and put in butter.By the time the butter melted, Qingkong had already carried the noodle to the living room, and then turned back to lean against the kitchen door.The set of pajamas Shazhi put here before was a summer dress. When she got up, she wore her pullover sweater and thick fleece pajama pants, and she wore velvet slippers on her bare feet. She didn't wear socks and didn't feel cold.Her long straight black hair is tied up, her sleeves are rolled up to her elbows, revealing a lotus root-like arm. She puts the chopped onions into the pan and stir-fries them with the pair of chopsticks. After a while, switch to low heat until the onions are soft. , Turn off the heat when it is slightly burnt, pour the pot into a bowl.The aroma of butter filled the air.Qingkong looked at it, and suddenly felt his eyes warmed up, so he turned around, went to the locker and found a set of stainless steel knives and forks, scalded it with boiling water from the electric kettle, and put it on the table with the sautéed onions brought by Saori .

The two ate quietly facing each other.Qingkong is reticent, while Saori is used to eating and sleeping without talking.Very simple food, falling into the belly is extremely comforting and warm, as if even a certain emptiness in the heart has been filled together.

Qingkong eats slowly, but the portion is quite large.In the end, the noodles and onions were all eaten up.She stood up and poured Saori a cup of hot water with her own cup, and then cleaned up the dishes on the table.

"You go to the sofa and have a meeting." She said, turned and went to the kitchen.

Saori held the cup with a complicated expression—an ordinary white porcelain round cup, tall, thin, earless, and expressionless—feeling the temperature in the cup with her palm, it took her a long time to take a sip from the rim of the cup, Slowly walk to the sofa.

The furnishings here are exactly the same as the last time I came here.Saori sat on the sofa and looked around.The sofa is against the wall, directly facing the door, and there is a standing lamp in the left corner, followed by the kitchen and the second bedroom. There is a dining table and two chairs outside the second bedroom.There is a shoe cabinet on the right side of the door, and beyond that is a surprisingly large bathroom and a small study room. The door of the bathroom is facing the master bedroom.The size of the apartment is actually not very big, but it always feels empty, because like a simple hotel, only the most basic necessities are placed. There is neither a coffee table nor extra decorations. There is not even a TV, and there is not even a In the closet, the clothes are folded and placed in plastic boxes.When I came here for the first time, I thought it was because Qingkong had just moved in and didn’t have time to decorate it, but now it seems that it’s convenient to leave at any time... Saori remembered that the first time she came to this apartment, she didn’t wear the Donald Duck that Qingkong said Underpants, but bring a small bag of oranges.After going to bed, I felt thirsty inexplicably, so I got up and took one, and just after I peeled it off, Qingkong snatched it and pushed the window and threw it out--this was the first time Saori saw such a strong emotional reaction from Qingkong. Her face was so hideous—she wanted to ask her what was wrong, but she couldn't say it, because at that time, she had a family and a house, so she was not qualified to get to the bottom of it.

She raised her head, still holding the white porcelain cup in her hand, watching the blue sky approaching slowly.

Perhaps, she now has the qualifications to ask, after paying a tragic price.