Who touches the porcelain first!

Women forget over and over again.

"Give me some time." Bai Chensong put down this sentence, pushed Liang Feng away in front of him, and stepped forward to leave, but when he reached the door, he stopped and turned to look at him, "What are you eating?" Are you full?"

Liang Feng was stunned for a moment, with a smile on his lips, and nodded his head a few times.

Bai Chensong didn't speak, lowered his eyes, turned around, opened the door and left.

You can go as soon as you go, and you have to care about whether you are full or not.Liang Feng stood there alone and laughed for a long time.

The kitchen was quiet, and the lights seemed to be dimmed a bit, and he leaned there alone, thinking about things with his head down.

There were still three or four sips of wine left in Bai Chensong's wine glass on the table, Liang Feng put his fingers on the edge of the wine glass, twirled it around twice, picked it up and drank the rest.

There was no pasta left on the plate either.

Bingzi came in from the outside, holding a mop in his hand, and raised his voice, "Brother Feng, why are you eating noodles here? You cooked it yourself?"

He ran over and looked around in the pot, and there was only a pot of water left, "It's gone?"

"It's gone." Liang Feng put down the plate, "Is it cleared outside?"

Bingzi smiled, "It's all packed."

Liang Feng nodded, "Okay, I'll sit on the second floor for a while."

He took two steps and suddenly remembered something. If he remembered correctly, Bai Chensong's birthday seemed to be this month.

It's something to think about.

After Bai Chensong walked out of that door, his whole body was not right. He almost hit the trash can while walking, and his mind was in a mess.

I didn't take a taxi, so I rode a small electric bike home. I wanted to blow some air to make it easier, but it turned out that my brain hurts and I got even more confused.

Back home, the living room was dark, and the lights were not turned on. Bai Chensong took off his shoes and sat directly on the sofa, leaning on it with his head up and his body limp, and lit a cigarette.

His mind was full of the burning temperature and smell of Liang Feng's body, as well as that extremely clear look in his eyes.

Bai Chensong recalled what he did when he got too drunk and sat on the bed when he came back from the bar for the first time.

It made him have shadows when he did it by himself, and I think about it in retrospect.

Bai Chensong probably knew how men and men had sex, but he didn't really take a good look at it.

He didn't feel attracted to the kind of literary films he watched before, but he felt that the protagonist in the film had a good relationship.

There was no light in the living room at night, and the moonlight was weak tonight, so it only illuminated the two cactuses on the windowsill.

The light on the phone in Bai Chensong's hand was bright, so he turned it down a bit.

With the light on his face, Bai Chensong puffed out his cigarette, clicked on the browser, and opened something.

There was no expression on his face the whole time, as if he was watching an ordinary movie, and the corners of his mouth didn't even twitch.

Ding-dong-

"Fuck!" Bai Chensong shuddered violently, and dropped the phone to the ground, soot flying in the air.

His face was calm, but his heart was obviously panicked to death.

The doorbell rang at night.

Bai Chensong quickly turned off the phone, went to open the door, and turned on the light in the living room.

As soon as the door opens.

"Hello, Mr. Bai's meal."

"I didn't..." Bai Chensong paused, "Okay, thank you."

"I wish you a pleasant meal." The man ran away in a hurry.

Bai Chensong picked up the takeaway bag and looked at it, omelet rice.

Probably Liang Feng ordered it for him.

Bai Chensong clicked on WeChat, took a photo, sent it, and asked, what did you order?

Liang Feng replied: Guess you didn't eat, eat something, don't get up at twelve o'clock to find something to eat.

Bai Chensong smiled, put the phone on the table, and unpacked it.

The packaging of the omelet rice is full of cartoons and animations, which are very cute, and there is a small note with some warm words written on it.

Bai Chensong hasn't had this feeling of being taken care of for a long time, and he's a bit uncomfortable, but it feels really good.

There are also people who worry about whether they have eaten at night, whether it is cold or not, and whether they should be delivered by car.

Bai Chensong twitched his heart, bowed his head and obediently ate his meal.

The temperature has dropped significantly recently, and it's windy outside right now, and it looks like it's about to rain, the windows are open, and the wind squeaks.

Bai Chensong walked over and stood there blowing the wind for a while.

It's so boring to be in an empty room at night, it would be nice to have someone to accompany, and we can watch a movie together and play cats for a while, and hug together to keep warm when it's raining outside.

Bai Chensong thought about it and startled himself.

It's like the prodigal son who has been wandering for many years suddenly said that he wants to go home to farm the land, get married and enjoy the rest of his life.

He raised his hand and quickly closed the window, turned around and went to the table to eat the rest of the cold meal, packed the bag, took off his clothes and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Did something else in the shower to turn that fire down.When he came out, he was wrapped in a bath towel and was about to go to the closet to put on the pajamas.

Standing there writhing for a long time, he accidentally pulled Liang Feng's clothes out.

This person finished applying the medicine to him last time, and the clothes were thrown here and he didn't take them back. Bai Chensong washed them for him, dried them and put them in the cabinet and forgot to return them.

Bai Chensong sent Liang Feng a message: Your clothes are still with me, I will take them back for you next time.

Liang Feng: Keep it.

Bai Shensong:?Why do I keep your clothes?

Liang Feng: Smell it, think about it.

Bai Chensong: I don't have that habit, thank you, the smell from your clothes has already entered the drain.

Liang Feng: Then I will give you another one another day.

Bai Chensong made a rolled face.

These two are like kindergarten students.

Bai Chensong replied two messages and went to bed. He had to gather for the nursing home early in the morning, so he couldn't be late.

He didn't want to fall asleep reading a story to an old man.

The alarm rang before seven o'clock in the morning.

Bai Chensong got up to wash up, and changed into fresh and clean clothes, light blue shirt, jeans, and white sneakers.

He hurried out with a sports bag on his shoulders, swept a small electric at the door, and rode to the flower shop.

The boss is still watering, and when he gets closer, he can smell the scent of flowers mixed with the green grass in the morning air, and the smell of damp water vapor.

"I've packed the flowers for you." The boss smiled at him, "You can come more, and I'll give you a discount."

Bai Chensong smiled and took the beautiful bouquet of carnations, "Okay, thank you."

A bunch of students stood at the gate of the school waiting to gather. Bai Chensong went over to call a name, and found that there were still three more, so he called one after another, and found that those students had slept, and said that he would take a taxi there later.

Bai Chensong and his group went first. Nanzi was going to come, but he suddenly said to watch a movie with his girlfriend. This newly-lost man only had the partner in his mind, and didn't care about the rest, but he seemed to understand.

There are some reception staff at the entrance of the nursing home, who took the group of students in for a visit and assigned tasks.

The overall environment here is no different from the photos, there is no shortage of gardens, gyms, leisure and entertainment rooms.

Bai Chensong was assigned to the innermost room.

He knocked on the door for a long time, but no one answered.

"She may have gone to Xianhuayuan. This old man has bad eyesight and can't see clearly. In the past two years, his reaction has become slower and slower. He has been here for several years, but his son will come over every day to accompany her to read for a while. poetry."

Bai Chensong smiled, "That's pretty good."

"Yeah, the children are too busy with work now, and few of them can come to see them often." The employee looked at him and smiled, "It's also good for you to come and talk to them."

"Well, then...I'll go look for her in the garden." Bai Chensong pointed to the window outside.

"She likes to stay by the artificial lake. You can go there to look for it, and I'll go to work first." The employee gave him a stack of poems in his hand, "These can be used to relieve her boredom."

"Okay, thank you." Bai Chen replied softly.

The garden in the nursing home is actually quite big, and Bai Shensong, who came here for the first time, just got lost.

I found the lake only after I asked.

Away from the tree, Bai Chensong caught sight of a woman sitting in a wheelchair by the lake, with her hair curled up and a long skirt, she looked very delicately dressed.

Unlike Bai Chensong's imagination, he thought it would be a gray-haired old man.

But this person doesn't look more than 40 years old.

Bai Chensong approached slowly.

"You're here." The woman suddenly spoke.

"Hi, my name is Bai Chensong, and I'm a student volunteer who came here today." Bai Chensong approached and knelt down to look at her.

It was only now that he realized that the woman's eyes were dull, with the expression of not seeing anything and staring blankly at the front.

"Volunteer." She said, feeling the direction, the wheelchair turned an angle, facing Bai Shensong, "How old are you?"

She speaks softly, softly.

Bai Chensong shook his head, thinking of his mother a little bit, even though she passed away for several years.

"22." Bai Chensong looked at her with a smile, and felt that this person was kind, and when he was young, he should be the kind of temperamental woman in Jiangnan who wore a cheongsam.

She reached out and touched the bridge of his nose, and lightly touched the position of his eyes, "He's a handsome model."

Bai Chensong smiled for a long time, and passed the flower in his hand, "This is for you."

The woman fumbled slowly, took it in her hand and smelled it, "Carnation."

"You have a good nose."

"The eyes are not good, but the nose and ears are pretty good." The woman smiled. "The eyes are inherited. My family's eyesight will not be good after the age of 35. At my age, I can't see at all."

Bai Chensong didn't say a word, he was not very good at saying comforting words, so he lowered his head and flipped through the book twice, "Shall I read poetry to you?"

"Okay." The woman smiled.

Bai Chensong sat on the grass, without a chair, just sitting cross-legged like that, the woman listened, fingers mosuo on the petals, and occasionally smiled at Bai Chensong.

He read for nearly half an hour.

The woman looked a little tired, not as energetic as before.

"Do you still want to listen? I'll push you back to rest?" Bai Chensong closed the book and asked.

The woman slowly regained her composure, her face was startled, she opened her mouth and asked in a low voice, "Who are you?"

Bai Chensong froze there and didn't move for a long time.

He was a little surprised, and slowly replied, "I am, today's student volunteer."

The woman smiled, "Volunteer, how old are you?"

"22."

The woman smiled, "Did you give me this flower?"

Bai Chen nodded awkwardly, "Well, it's for you."

"Thank you." The woman smiled and sniffed, "Carnation."

"Yeah." Bai Chensong felt uncomfortable and couldn't describe his feelings.

The woman whispered: "Can you read poetry to me? It feels like I haven't listened to it for a long time."

Bai Chensong smiled, and opened the book again, "Yes, yes."

It was the same book, the same sentence, Bai Chensong read it over and over again.

Women forget over and over again.

The light in the afternoon is too dazzling, shining on the lake, it is hot and painful to the skin.

Bai Chensong got up and changed the place for her, under the shade of a tree, where there were some small white, yellow, and purple wild flowers blooming.

Bai Chensong picked one and slowly put it on the tip of the woman's finger.

The woman laughed, "Is it blue?"

Bai Chensong nodded, looked at the yellow flower, and nodded yes.The woman picked it up and put it next to her hair, and said thank you to Bai Chensong.

"What time is it?" the woman asked.

She speaks very slowly.

"It's almost twelve noon, are you hungry?" Bai Chensong asked, his neck was a little sore as he kept looking up at people.

"My son should be coming soon, can you push me closer to the bridge?" The woman smiled, "He will see me later."

The sun was shining under the bridge, and it was very hot.

Bai Chensong glanced at her, but still pushed her away.

"Are you hungry? Shall I grab a meal?" Bai Chensong slowly pushed her to the side of the bridge.

Bai Chensong seemed to know why he was here now.

This location is just opposite to the side entrance of the nursing home, and cars can come in.

"I'm going to cook for you and I'll be back in a while, can you wait for me here?" Bai Chensong asked.

The woman nodded, "OK."

Bai Chensong was running to the cafeteria, ordered two meals in a hurry, and ran back as soon as possible.

Fortunately, the woman stayed there obediently and did not wander around.

The sun made her hair hot, and the little yellow flower on it was a little wilted.

Bai Chensong stuffed a bottle of ice water into her hand and opened his mouth and said, "I'm a student volunteer today, and I've brought you a meal."

Unexpectedly, the woman forgot him again, nodded and said, "Thank you."

She smiled and asked, "What are you eating today?"

Bai Chensong sat on the ground, opened the lunch box, and looked down, "Potato ribs, peas, Shanghai greens, custard buns, and a bottle of beans..."

"mom."

Suddenly a male voice came from behind.

Bai Chensong was stunned, the hairs all over his body exploded, and the lunch box in his hand shook twice, but fortunately he didn't spill it.

The woman heard the voice, smiled and turned the wheelchair in the other direction, "Xiaofeng, you are here."

The author says:

One chapter today, and three more chapters at 23:3 tomorrow, go to bed early and don’t stay up late, I love you all——