less expensive than me

After walking half a circle around the courtyard, Fu Shiji led Zhuang Yu back to a main room.

The courtyard separated by the wall is full of various plants.

Pushing open the door, you can see that the bed in the main room is a traditional old-style wooden bed with hanging curtains. The room is cleaned very cleanly. There are pear wood tables and chairs under the window, with a white ceramic vase and an orchid inserted in it. Very lively.

"It's so comfortable." Zhuang Yu patted the quilt on the bed, changed into a set of casual clothes neatly, sat by the bed, and said, "Fu Shiji, have you ever lived here?"

"I came here when I worshiped the ancestors before, but I didn't stay overnight."

According to the rules of the Fu family, a grand sacrifice will be held every five years, and all the Fu family must return here.After meeting Zhuang Yu, Fu Shiji would always return to the other courtyard immediately after the ceremony.

Zhuang Yu fiddled with the tassels on the curtain, and said to Fu Shiji, "Oh. But there is no servant here, do you want to cook dinner by yourself?"

After Lie Er sent them here, he drove away. Although he knew that they might be guarding in the dark, he didn't see a servant here. He probably got Fu Shiji's order to leave before they arrived.

Fu Shiji took out Zhuang Yu's pure white slippers from the suitcase and put them beside the bed, and replied, "The two of you are clean."

Looking at Fu Shiji who was serving him, Zhuang Yu smiled and said, "Then we won't be starved to death by ourselves."

Naturally, Fu Shiji would not make Zhuang Yu hungry.

Half an hour later, the two wore light clothes, held hands and walked along the stone road towards the trading market marked on the simple map.

Fu Shiji held Zhuang Yu tightly with his hand, and Zhuang Yu was slightly absent-minded, looking ahead without focus.

Fu Shiji's palms were as cold as his temperament, and Zhuang Yu was a little awkward. Although there were few pedestrians on the street, people passing by would always cast curious glances at them.

Several young people passed by, Zhuang Yu was embarrassed and wanted to withdraw his hand, but just as his fingertips moved a little away, they were held again. Zhuang Yu looked up at Fu Shiji and said, "I don't want to be here Holding hands in the street."

Fu Shiji said stubbornly, "But I think so."

He changed into gray sportswear today, with a few strands of hair hanging down his face, which made Fu Shiji's demeanor much softer, unlike the head of the Fu family who is in power, and of course he would not be mistaken for an ordinary office worker. family.

"All right." Zhuang Yu has never been able to compete with Fu Shiji.

Like children in kindergarten, they walked hand in hand on unfamiliar streets, and the number of pedestrians gradually increased. There were vendors selling fresh fruits and vegetables in baskets on the street, yelling to attract people to stop.

"Take a look, they are all home-grown vegetables, just picked from the garden, they are delicious!"

"Cheap and fresh peaches cost ten yuan and three catties, and they don't cost money if they're not sweet."

"If you need anything, come and see!"

"..."

Fu Shiji observed carefully, as if he was going to deal with important documents. When he found a suitable booth, he pulled Zhuang Yu to squat down, picked up a few vegetables and put them in his pockets. Fu Shiji's slender fingers were suitable for holding a signature pen. But now he was carrying green vegetables, Zhuang Yu felt a strange sense of disobedience.

"You really know how to cook?" Zhuang Yu sincerely questioned Fu Shiji's choice when he saw the man's profile.

When he was in the other courtyard, let alone cooking, Zhuang Yu had never seen Fu Shiji enter the kitchen, he thought Fu Shiji was a young master who didn't distinguish between five grains.

Fu Shiji replied easily, "It's very simple to cook." He carried two carrots and put them in a plastic bag, but he didn't let go of Zhuang Yu with the other hand.

The peddler looked at the stickiness of the two, and asked curiously, "Are you brothers? You have such a good relationship. Those two boys in my family fight all day long, and I'm so annoyed by them."

Fu Shiji said: "No."

Zhuang Yu said: "Yes."

The two gave completely different answers at the same time. Zhuang Yu turned his head, grabbed a potato and threw it into his pocket in embarrassment, while Fu Shiji continued: "He is my baby."

After Fu Shi finished speaking, the shocked old farmer took another careful look at Zhuang Yu.

Although the kid doesn't look very old, he must be at least seventeen or eighteen years old, and the person next to him must be under 30 years old. No matter how he looks at it, he doesn't want to be a father and son. Why can he still be called 'baby'? He's not right My own son said such greasy and polite words.

The old farmer, who had never been in contact with complicated relationships, saw that the expressions of the two of them had changed, and then thought about it, maybe it was some hot Internet word that people in the city said, so he didn't take it to heart, and smiled embarrassingly.

Zhuang Yu opened his mouth to speak, and paused for a few seconds to hold back the full explanation. The hand holding Fu Shiji became a little heavier, and his face became ugly.

It wasn't until Fu Shiji handed over a wad of cash to the old farmer to settle the bill, and walked a little further away, that Zhuang Yu lowered his voice and said to Fu Shiji, "...what nonsense are you talking about."

Fu Shiji glanced at Zhuang Yu and said, "Why, isn't it?"

"..."

Zhuang Yu remained silent, his heart was both sour and sweet, like biting into a sour plum dipped in sugar.

Clearly knowing that the outcome between them is already doomed, she is still nostalgic for Fu Shiji's unique love for her.

"I saw peaches just now, I want to eat them." Zhuang Yu lowered his head and said in a muffled voice, he kicked a stone at his feet into the creek.

Fu Shiji said: "Well, good." Seeing a farmer putting peanuts in a basket, he asked, "Do you want to eat peanuts?"

Zhuang Yu shook his head and replied, "I hate peanuts." When he saw peanut shells, he would always recall the unpleasant memories of being asked to peel peanuts in the orphanage when he was young.

Walking through the small market, Fu Shiji picked Zhuang Yu's favorite food to buy. This was his first time shopping in this kind of place, but he was surprisingly patient.

Fu Shiji walked on the stone road back with a plastic bag containing fruits and vegetables in one hand and Zhuang Yu who was making a fuss with the other.

Under the warm orange sunset, the shadows of the two were reflected long and overlapped when turning.

Suddenly a strange thought popped into Zhuang Yu's mind, he thought it would be nice if this road had no end, or they were just ordinary people living here.

When Fu Shiji let go of Zhuang Yu's hand in the kitchen, Zhuang Yu reached out and hooked Fu Shiji's clothes without thinking.

Fu Shiji took out a basin and said to Zhuang Yu, "I want to wash the vegetables."

Zhuang Yu regained his senses, retracted his fingers and said, "Oh, I'll help you."

The two sat on the small bench facing each other, with a basin of clear water in the middle. Fu Shiji, wearing kitchen gloves, picked up a bean, broke off both ends, took out the tendons, and then put the processed bean into the clear water , Zhuang Yu also imitated his appearance in a decent way.

But the speed of both of them was very slow. Fu Shiji suffered from obsessive-compulsive disorder. When extracting the tendons of beans, the tendons would always break inexplicably. Fu Shiji stared at the beans and threw them aside in disappointment. In the end, only a small half of the surviving beans were left in the basin, so Zhuang Yu had to pick up the discarded beans and dispose of them.

Then Fu Shiji took out the potatoes in the plastic bag, washed off the mud carefully, and started peeling them with brand-new tools, but the peeling became smaller and smaller. When Zhuang Yu finished processing the beans, the potatoes in Fu Shiji's hands Directly into a few centimeters of potato pieces.

Zhuang Yu: "..."

Fu Shiji suddenly said with emotion: "I bought fewer potatoes." He remembered that the potatoes on the recipe were all lumpy like this, but only one potato could be made, and they only bought four potatoes.

Zhuang Yu sighed, he shouldn't be fooled by Fu Shiji's professional appearance when he was shopping for vegetables, recalling the experience of peeling potatoes in the kitchen when he was a child, he took the tool from Fu Shiji's hand, although his movements were a little rusty, Anyway, the potatoes left are half a circle bigger.

"When did you learn it?" Fu Shiji asked with a frown.

"In the orphanage, I had to do this kind of work every day when I was a child." Zhuang Yu said.

Fu Shiji's eyes were deep, looking at the top of Zhuang Yu's head, he said in a deep voice, "I should have met you earlier."