fish under ice

After an unknown amount of time, Shi Yi crawled out of the closet, a thin layer of sweat covered his close-fitting autumn clothes, wrapping him like a soaked hot plastic bag.He went into the bathroom to take a shower, and when he got out of the shower, he heard a knock on the door.

He opened the door, and there was a short, middle-aged woman with a blue shopping bag. She said, "Mr. Zhong hired me as a housekeeper. Is the address correct?"

Shi Yi froze for a moment before saying, "That's right." Then he let her in.

The housekeeping aunt is very experienced, and she works diligently and neatly. She not only cleaned up the house, but also made lunch for Shi Yi.

"This house is really clean." The housekeeping aunt praised Shiyi for taking good care of the house, and took away the kitchen waste, and asked Shiyi to use the software to rate it, which is considered to be the end of work.

Shi Yi said thank you, and sat down at the dining table in a daze.

There are three dishes and one soup on the table, a dish of shiitake mushrooms, beef brisket with tomato, scrambled eggs with loofah, and a bowl of clam soup.The hot air is rich, the fragrance is tangy, the most homely and the most heart-warming.

"It doesn't matter if I don't exist at home." He said to himself.

He had a terrible headache, had a quick meal and went to bed.It was rare for him to sleep so deeply. After a short sweet sleep, he fell into a half-dream and half-awake. He struggled to wake up, but it seemed that a hand pinned him to the bed by pressing his shoulder, and the palm covered his eyes. , He couldn't open it no matter what, and fell into the boundless darkness.

When he finally woke up, it was already 04:30 in the afternoon.

He turned on his phone and saw that Zhong Juntong had sent him several text messages.

【I have arrived. 】

[Is the housekeeper here? 】

These two post at two o'clock.And Shi Yi didn't come back because he was sleeping.

The next one was at four o'clock.

After two hours, Zhong Jun sent an innocuous message: "It's raining here."

Shi Yi opened the London weather forecast and saw a small icon of rain.Eight time zones away, it's still raining in London.

After a while, someone knocked on the door again.Shi Yi looked through the cat's eyes, and standing outside the door was Zhong Juntong's second assistant.

Shi Yi opened the door, and the second assistant called Mr. Shi Yi, and then handed him a plastic bag, "This is what Mr. Zhong gave you."

Shi Yi took it, and it contained medicines, both for internal use and external application.

"Thank you." Shi Yi smiled.

Second Assistant blushed for no reason.He had never seen such a gentle and kind man, his eyes curled up when he smiled, and his five-point appearance became seven-point dazzling.

Shi Yi sent someone to close the door, opened the medicine box, went into the bathroom and applied the medicine.

He put on his trousers and stood in front of the mirror. He saw his pale cheeks and the faint blackness under his eyes. He was sleepy and exhausted, without any blood color or vitality. He looked like a haggard mummy.He was taken aback by himself, felt that he was too ugly, desperately turned on the faucet, poured water into the washbasin, and suddenly immersed his face in it.

The bottom of the white porcelain basin was like a shallow silver-white sand beach. He struggled to open his eyes a slit, and saw Zhong Juntong's angry eyes last night, which were indifferent and crazily burning with emotions he couldn't understand, burning him. It became a pile of fly ash.

why is he angryWhy does he hate me all of a sudden?

Shi Yi raised his head from the water, no matter how the wet hair started to drip, he covered his face with his hands, and the fingers were full of cold liquid.

Shi Yi went out alone to the hospital at night, and registered for a psychiatrist.

The psychiatrist is a young man. He was a little surprised when he saw Shi Yi at first, and said stupidly: "It's been a long time since no one has registered for this department. Hello."

"Hello." Shi Yi sat down and handed over his medical record card.Because the air conditioner in the room was very warm, he took off his coat and folded it in his arms.

The psychiatrist looked at him secretly while flipping through the medical records.

30 years old.You can't be young, and you can't be old.

He has a handsome appearance, gentle brows and eyes, and looks easy to get along with.Very thin, I don't know if there is malnutrition.

The clothes are decent, without expensive accessories, and the standard of living should be above the well-off and below the petty bourgeoisie.

A very ordinary man.

The psychiatrist asked Shi Yi some questions as usual, and Shi Yi answered them seriously.

The psychiatrist concluded: "Sir, you do not have any mental illness. You are just a dominant servant personality who rarely think about your feelings. But the condition is not serious enough to interfere with life."

This answer is the same as the result he got when he went to the school's psychological counseling room when he was in college.

Shi Yi got up and smiled: "Thank you."

The psychiatrist licked his lips and said quickly: "Or you can tell me about anything that interferes with your life."

Shi Yi shook his head.This is what he and Zhong Jun have to do.

Shi Yi was wrapped in a coat and walked on the road.There is not a single star in the thick black sky, but the sky above the city is gray and white, like a diffuse mist, and it is also the decayed shadow of lights and neon lights.

Shi Yi is actually very clear about his problem.He is used to please others, and he is used to considering other people's feelings.This is deeply imprinted in his behavioral habits by his growth experience, which is more ingrained than the stress reaction.But he also clumsily groped for a way to prevent himself from being hurt as much as possible in interpersonal communication.But this approach didn't work in his marriage.

Because it is Zhong Juntong, he naturally paid more.What's even more frightening is that he began to expect returns after paying.After not getting what he expected in return, his disappointment and pain were fleeting, because he immediately began to think about whether he had put too much pressure on his husband because he expected too much from him.Because of guilt, he paid more.

This becomes an endless loop.Shi Yi couldn't get out, he didn't know which link he could work hard on, and he didn't know which link could become a breakthrough.

From the beginning to the end, he was the only one who was trying. He was weak and began to be unable to do what he wanted.

His head started hurting again.

A voice pressed him, "What do you want?"

Another voice was thin and weak, like a late night hum, a slight sigh: "Want love."

But it is impossible for him to come to Zhong Juntong like a child, spread his hands, and ask eagerly: "I want you to love me. Put your love in my palm, okay? I will keep it safe of."

He is 30 years old this year.Three years older than Zhong Juntong.

He's not young, he's not pretty, he's not funny, he's not cute.If placed in the marriage and love market, he can only be regarded as a cheap and defective product, only to be sold for a price.

He can't hold the heart of his young, handsome, ambitious husband.

Zhong Juntong started to work immediately before the time lag.

The secretary and assistants have gotten used to his working state, they have nothing to do but have a bad temper.He is used to holding a signature pen, sitting in the main seat and staring at everyone speaking.

The signature pen paused on the paper, like a prelude to some kind of judgment.

Once it stops, it's over.

The same is true for Zhong Juntong at the moment.He was sitting on the seat in a neat three-piece suit, his indifferent dark pupils were staring at the electronic screen.

But the secretary noticed something different about him.He is looking at his mobile phone frequently today, every 10 minutes. Later, he becomes more restless and even stares at the mobile phone directly.

The secretary asked softly: "Mr. Zhong, do you want to suspend the meeting?"

Only then did Zhong Juntong come back to his senses, and said lightly, "No need."

After the small meeting, there will be a meeting and detailed discussion with the British shipping company.

The two parties have been arguing over the ownership of the ship's core technology, and it is difficult to reach a unified opinion.The talks were at an impasse for a while.

Zhong Juntong was in a low mood at first, and he was even more exhausted after fighting with each other. He also met the British guy who insisted on drinking afternoon tea, so he had to put on his clothes and fight again.He was not used to drinking black tea, but his throat was burning, as if he was very thirsty, so he had to pour it down with black tea.Until the evening, the cooperation rules were still not passed unanimously.

Zhong Juntong lay dizzy on the bed in the hotel suite, tore off his tie and threw it on the carpet.He grabbed the phone with his hand, opened the message without giving up, and suddenly saw Shi Yi replied to him: "Remember to hold an umbrella."

Zhong Juntong sat up from the bed all of a sudden, and opened the contact on the mobile phone.He wanted to call Shi Yi, he could say anything, immediately, immediately!But before he pressed the call, he saw 9 o'clock in the corner of his eye.It should be exactly five o'clock in the morning in the East Eighth District.

Shi Yi must be sleeping.He was so tormented by himself that he didn't get much sleep last night.In his chaotic memory, only Shi Yi was extremely tired and curled up in his arms, convulsing and trembling from time to time, like a damaged toy.

Zhong Juntong put down the phone and held it to his chest.

Shi Yi's eyes, which were soaked with tears, appeared in front of his eyes again, and the gray pupils had a strange brilliance.His heart skipped a beat, and the self-blame tormented his heart so full that it burst, and tormented him so much that he was restless.But he thought inappropriately, Shi Yi was very beautiful when he was crying.

Zhong Juntong himself was taken aback for a moment, and he slapped himself without hesitation, woke up, turned and went into the bathroom.