Make a living

The apartment that Qi Yu rents is very simple, in terms of style, it is the most popular style of frigidity nowadays.

Apart from black, white and gray, no other colors can be seen.

But at this time, the food on the white marble tabletop does not seem to fit the style of the rent here - two buckets of braised beef instant noodles with fried eggs, a plate of fried small yellow croaker overnight, and a plate of pork belly. Braised pork head served in a peony-patterned porcelain bowl.

All kinds of bright colors are very similar to the earthy style that can only be seen in Zheng Haichuan's video.

"Well, this little yellow croaker is also delicious when soaked in soup!"

At both ends of the dining table, one side is eating quietly, while on the other side, apart from the sound of snoring, the sound of chattering has never stopped.

"I ate one when I bought it back that day, and left the rest for my Xiaohe Miaoer to eat!"

Zheng Haichuan chewed the crispy fish bones with a satisfied expression on his face, "I didn't expect to get a bite from Dr. Lu!"

Qi Yu raised his eyelids and glanced at him, not bothering to answer.Leftovers, this person doesn't know what to be happy about.

"Doctor Hei Lu, don't just eat noodles! Try this pork head!"

Zheng Haichuan felt that he was under Qi Yu's care, and he put a chopstick full of marinated meat into Qi Yu's instant noodle bucket very attentively. Very fragrant!"

"Yeah." Qi Yu was in a calm mood at this time, but he didn't reject Zheng Haichuan's kindness.He took a piece and ate it into his mouth, and said casually, "Isn't it braised chicken wings?"

He remembered that in his latest video, he was still teaching everyone how to thaw chicken wings quickly and then marinate them.

"Ah, the chicken wings, my Xiaohe Miaoer ate them up!" Zheng Haichuan didn't pay attention to the amount of information hidden behind Qi Yu's words, and only shared the family affairs with Qi Yu, "Haha, he is also weird , I don’t like chicken and eggs, but I especially like chicken wings!”

When Zheng Haichuan talked about the little nephew at home, he was no different from Qi Yu's colleagues who posted their babies every day in Moments.

"Children don't shy away from their mouths. They ate twice yesterday and another meal at noon today. Their tongues are blistered and they still want to eat!" Zheng Haichuan felt helpless, "Fortunately, I only bought a catty. It’s nothing to eat. I went to the vegetable market this morning to buy some vegetarian dishes and pork head pork stew, but the vegetarian dishes couldn’t be sold, so I brought you some stewed pork.”

In the nearly three-meter-high spacious living room, just because there is one more person, there is a trace of fireworks that cannot be seen in ordinary times.

Zheng Haichuan's chattering words were not very nutritious, and Qi Yu never interrupted his parents' gossip.It wasn't until he finished talking so much that Qi Yu said something ambiguously.

"You are a good father."

"Gah?"

Monk Zhang Er of Zheng Haichuan was puzzled, "Good father?"

"Why, is it possible that you still want to be a mother?" Qi Yu didn't realize that he had misunderstood something, and was still sneering, "But I think it's similar."

After all, whose father would cook, soak milk and wash clothes every day?That's what this guy is enjoying.

Qi Yu said in his heart that Zheng Haichuan 'enjoyed it', obviously with irony.

However, what he didn't expect was that the moment he finished speaking, the people across the table burst out laughing, and their shoulders and hands holding chopsticks shook involuntarily.

Qi Yu: "?"

What kind of sentence stimulated this person to get Parkinson's?

"Hahahahaha!"

Zheng Haichuan shook his hands and entertained himself for a while, before he said to Qi Yu, "Doctor Lu, you don't think Xiaohe Miaoer is my son, do you?"

"...Didn't he call you dad?"

Qi Yu frowned, he didn't think he was hallucinating before, "Do you still have the habit of being a father to others?"

"Pfft!" Seeing Qi Yu's cold and serious expression, Zheng Haichuan found it even more funny for some reason.But he was a little afraid that Qi Yu would shoot him with a knife in the eye, so he could only cover his mouth and laugh, "Doctor Lu, what you heard was 'Yao Dad', not 'Dad'!"

As a native of Pengcheng, Qi Yu didn't quite understand the difference between the two.

On weekdays, Zheng Haichuan communicates with people in Mandarin.But when he speaks with fellow villagers or alone with Zheng Jiahe at home, he will switch to the dialect of his hometown.It sounds like most people can understand it, but it is inevitable that some words and sentences have meanings that local people understand.

For example, Zheng Jiahe often called "Yao Dad".

"'Yaoba' means 'uncle'. Xiaohe Miaoer is my nephew!"

Zheng Haichuan's smile was low, if he didn't see Qi Yu's black face, he might still be able to laugh for a while.But feeling the chilly air at this moment, he could only try his best to straighten his face: "Hey, he is my own nephew, born to my brother."

"My brother is recuperating in his hometown now, and my dad is getting old, and no one is taking care of that kid, so I brought him here to work together."

Zheng Haichuan's explanation of his strong desire to survive somehow warmed up the cold air in the living room.

Qi Yu still had no expression on his face, but in his heart he felt a little relieved knowing that he had made a mistake in his judgment before.

Oh, he said.

This person gesticulates in front of the camera all day long, he doesn't know how to behave, and he looks like a man without a wife.

Thinking of this, Qi Yu took another piece of stewed meat and ate it into his mouth.

Half of the fat meat with the skin is stewed so soft and waxy that it melts in the mouth as soon as you sip it, while the other half of the lean meat is marinated so that it is full of lingering sauce aroma, and the aroma lingers in your mouth every time you chew.

Well, this craft does not require a wife.

"You go to work every day, go home to cook, and take care of your nephew...don't you feel tired?"

Perhaps because he was moved by the young man's laughter just now, or because the temperature in the room tonight was comfortable, Qi Yu asked what he wanted to ask Zheng Haichuan from the very beginning when he knew him——

This migrant worker, who wakes up early and stays late every day, does the physical work of carrying bricks and tiles, eats the cheapest steamed buns and cabbage, goes back to mopping the floor after get off work, does laundry and cooks, and has to take care of a child that he didn't give birth to, isn't he tired?

Why do you still have the energy to shoot videos that no one will watch, and why can you still smile at the camera?

Why are those eyes still shining brightly and those two rows of big white teeth showing through the corners of the mouth even though the face and hands are so rough from the wind and the sun?

Life is so bitter, but Qi Yu can hardly feel the bitterness from Zheng Haichuan.

Qi Yu didn't understand.

He had seen many people who lived like this.Some wives were separated, some families were ruined, some lost their love in a poor life, and some abused injustice in the pain of day after day but were powerless to resist.What's more, he became a walking dead with no pursuit, his face was numb, and he could survive every day.

But Zheng Haichuan was not like any one he had ever seen.

"Doctor Li, are you insomnia at night?"

The young man on the opposite side did not answer Qi Yu's question directly, but instead threw another seemingly irrelevant question to Qi Yu.

"Sometimes." Qi Yu was almost full and put down his chopsticks.

Sometimes he thinks about the research direction before going to bed, and the more he ponders, the more energetic he tends to be.Or just stayed up all night after a night shift, and Qi Yu needs to brew for a while before he can fall asleep after returning home.

From a medical point of view, insomnia is related to excessive thinking or excessive psychological stress.Qi Yu thought that he did not have such obvious symptoms, but among young people today, this is an unavoidable phenomenon.

"Well."

Zheng Haichuan was still eating, he buried his head in a mouthful of instant noodles, his cheeks were bulging, and talking about himself, "But I never suffer from insomnia."

He chewed the noodles in his mouth, and his face was very naturally bright: "I have too many things to do every day."

"Get up after six o'clock in the morning, wash and cook. Then go out to work at seven o'clock, and work until six or seven o'clock in the evening. I am basically busy throughout the day. When I go home and finish the housework, it is only nine It's ten o'clock. After coaxing the baby to sleep, I can snore with my eyes closed."

"Then when I opened my eyes the next day, it was bright again."

Zheng Haichuan's narration is ordinary and simple, and in a few words, he covers the ordinary life of a migrant worker who goes to work in the city.

Swallowing everything he chewed, Zheng Haichuan licked his less dry mouth, and seriously responded to Qi Yu's question of "Are you tired" just now——

"If you want to say that you are tired, sometimes you are tired. But how can I have time to think about these things?"

"Just make more money while I can still do it. I have to raise a baby!"

Qi Yu was silent for a while.

"What about yourself?"

"Me? Haha, that's how I am." Zheng Haichuan scratched his head in embarrassment, returned to his usual silly appearance, and smiled at Qi Yu: "Doctor Lu, I'm not as good as you, and I haven't read any books. A few years. I have nothing to pursue in this life, just eat and sleep well. When the little seedlings are raised, I will retire and go back to the countryside to farm!"

Qi Yu frowned in disapproval: "Are you going to keep raising him? Raising a child who is not yours, and won't you start a family?"

"Hey, I have no money, no car, no house, whether I can find it or not is two different things!" Zheng Haichuan waved his hands indifferently, and said shyly, "Xiaohe Miao'er is my family, I definitely want to raise him I grew up. If I, I have a partner in the future, I hope she can accept it."

"Not many women want to marry someone with a bottle of oil." Qi Yu's words were very realistic and not pleasant.

"Then...forget it, I don't want to trouble other people's good girls."

Zheng Haichuan was depressed by Qi Yu's words, and lowered his head.After all, he is also a young man in his 20s, who doesn't have a little fantasy about the other half?

But in a blink of an eye, he adjusted his mentality, and said foolishly: "It's good to live alone, and spend less money!"

"What do you like?"

Qi Yu didn't know why he had a fit, but he asked such a question just like the head nurse in the hospital who was keen on being a matchmaker for others.He regretted it after asking, but Zheng Haichuan had already answered him very honestly.

"Well, be gentle. I'm stupid. It's fine if she doesn't kill me."

Zheng Haichuan didn't have any specific image in his mind, so he just described it casually.His eyes were fixed on the last small yellow croaker left on the plate, and his hands moved with his eyes, seeing that the chopsticks were almost caught.

But it was preempted by another pair stretched across the sky from the opposite side.

Click.

Qi Yu stuffed the last little yellow croaker into his mouth expressionlessly, and took a hard bite.

"You'd better live alone." He sneered, "It's the most suitable."