Facing scumbags, I choose BE

The chocolate-colored anti-theft door opened with a "click".

After someone opened the lock outside the door, there was a dull sound of stuffing the key into the pocket.

After a while, a tired man's face appeared.

His movements were light and slightly slow, because it was winter and the wind was cold outside. He went out to buy celery and paid some meat paste, and his whole body was going to be stiffened by the cold wind.

Because he remembered that Chu Qing liked to eat dumplings stuffed with celery and meat.

How long has it been? He still remembers the last time when he and Chu Qing ate dumplings at home, he rolled the dumpling wrappers with the noodles, and Chu Qing sat there holding the dumpling wrappers he rolled out and filling the pot with the meat stuffing , moving slowly, looking up at him from time to time, and making a few more jokes.

They were very close, he rolled out the dumpling wrappers and stood so as to hold hands, Chu Qing likes to sit down while wrapping the dumplings so that they can spread out, the two are so close that each other's breathing can be easily heard.

The picture is simple and warm, every time he eats dumplings or even eats, he can vaguely recall that beautiful picture.

Every time he thinks about it, the corners of his mouth can't help but curl up into a beautiful arc.

When there is warmth in his heart, he will tell himself: Jing Huan, Chu Qing loves you.

Thinking of this, Jing Huan's dull and dull eyes were ignited again because of the unquenchable hope in his heart.

On the table were the vegetables he had just bought, and now he changed into a cotton mop and walked into the kitchen.

This house is very big, it is the most prime location in City A, and the price is not cheap. Chu Qing spent a lot of money to buy it and decorate it. The total area is more than 200 square meters.

It is very rare for commercial bungalows to have such a large space.

Jing Huan stepped on the floor and entered the place he would enter every day.

There is no nanny here, because he doesn't like outsiders coming into his and Chu Qing's residence.

So Chu Qing cooks three meals a day by himself.

He picked up a small stainless steel basin, went to the noodle pocket, scooped up two bowls of flour, and slowly mixed it with some water.

He never buys dumpling skins from outside. Jing Huan thinks that the merchants must have put a lot of other ingredients in the dumpling skins outside. The taste and health are not as good as those made by himself.

The point is, Chu Qing once said when eating: "Huanhuan, your cooking is better than outside."

From then on, every meal and dish that Chu Qing ate when he came back was served by Jing Huan himself.

After the dough was reconciled, he put it on the dining table to dry for a while, then took the celery to remove the leaves, soaked it in water, washed it, and finally put it in the sieve to drain, and then put the meat puree dipped in green onion and ginger, because it is not clear He likes the taste of ginger, so every time Jing Huan puts ginger in the meat paste, he squeezes the ginger water into it instead of adding ginger mince. He is worried that Chu Qing will not be able to bear the cough if he accidentally eats the scum of ginger .

Ready for any job.

Finally, after washing his hands, Jing Huan came to the living room and picked up his mobile phone.

Turning on the phone screen, he was quickly dialed to Chu Qing's number. For so many years, there was basically no other contact information except Chu Qing in his phone.

Chu Qing asked him to delete those people who worked in the early years.

Now, looking at the familiar number back and forth, Chu Qing looked at it for a long time in a daze, and finally dialed slowly.

The sound of "Dididi" rang for a long time, and every time it rang, Jing Huan's heart thumped. It rang for an unknown number of times, and finally the other side picked it up slowly, and a rough and hoarse voice came: "Hello?"

Jing Huan almost shed tears because of this word.

After a long time, the other party said hello impatiently, and Jing Huan forced a smile: "Brother Qing, I made dumplings today, you can come back for dinner at night." If you listen carefully to the second half of the sentence, Chu Qing will find out Jing Huan begged a little.

However, Chu Qing seemed to have something to do in front of him, so he just said briefly: "I have an important client tonight, I want to accompany him to dinner, and we will discuss a big order, you can eat by yourself."

Just like that, the phone that was finally connected was followed by a busy tone of "Dididi".

Chu Qing hung up the phone.

Jing Huan stayed where he was, staring blankly at the screen in his hand turning from bright to dark and completely turning into a pitch-black picture.

He knew that Chu Qing would not come back.

However, there was still a glimmer of expectation in her heart that Chu Qing would come back to have a meal with him because of his phone call.

How long has it been, and Chu Qing is not coming back for dinner.

It seems that two years ago, from a certain day, Chu Qing suddenly didn't come back.

And he also called to inquire at that time. At that time, Chu Qing was full of guilt on the phone: Huanhuan, the company is expanding its territory recently and is quite busy. Can you understand me?

Later, Jing Huan tried to understand and excuse him in various ways.

As long as Chu Qing doesn't come back for dinner, Jing Huan immediately thinks that the company needs to develop. Chu Qing is the president of the company, and he needs to make decisions, so he can't let go.

Then he ate individual meals one after another in this kind of understanding and tolerance.

It was okay at first, but as Chu Qing came back less and less often, and he spent more and more time eating alone, Jing Huan felt that the same meals had quietly changed their taste.

At first, Chu Qing didn't come back to eat, but when he came back, he would hug Jing Huan and bury his head between his arms, coquettishly: "Huanhuan, I'm too tired today, can you give me a hug. "

Every time at this time, Jing Huan would open her arms and hug him tightly. What he hugged was not Chu Qing, who was his favorite person in the past ten years, but his whole world.

At that time, Jing Huan really thought that Chu Qing must have the same idea as him. In the eyes of the other party, they are the stars, the ocean, the vast universe, and the only one inseparable in the world.

But there is nothing in this world that is truly unique and inseparable?

Even if there is, it is the long-term love and loyalty of a small person, the world is running at high speed every day, and the metabolism is fast, and the relationship is the same.

There are very few who can persist for a long time.

Jing Huan thought that he and Chu Qing were one of the few in the world.

In fact, in the end, it is only one ten-thousandth of the other large part.

Dip into the dust, touch and die, like bubbles too fragile.

"Hello? What are you looking for, Brother Qing?" A crisp voice confuses Jing Huan's thoughts.

He hung up the phone in a hurry and said, "Sorry, I made a mistake."

At that time, Jing Huan was trembling all over, holding back tears to keep from crying, Chu Qing didn't come back for dinner, it turned out that there was really an unavoidable dinner out there.

And after he found out, it had been almost a year since Chu Qing didn't come back for dinner.

For so long in the world, he has been kept in the dark. If he hadn't discovered it by himself, would Chu Qing have the day to tell him?

At that time, Jing Huan thought, maybe he was overthinking, and the other person might just be an ordinary friend.

But that sweet "Brother Qing." was so crisp and piercing, he couldn't imagine that an ordinary friend would call him Chu Qing like that.

Also, it is clear that this person is very clean, his personal belongings have not been touched by anyone except him for so many years.

Thinking of this, Jing Huan sneered.

Now, he is finally not the only one.

Others can also replace him casually, use his mobile phone to make calls, maybe even use his more private things when he doesn't know.

Jing Huan withdrew his wandering thoughts.

He had already been notified that Chu Qing would not come back for dinner, and tonight was destined to be another night for him alone.

Looking at the dumpling fillings on the table and the unrolled dumpling wrappers, Jing Huan sighed lightly, walked over, picked up the apron and tied it on his body, let's do it.

The noodles were reconciled, and if Chu Qing didn't come back for dinner, he still wanted to fill his stomach.