After I became A Piao, I found out that my best friend had a crush on me

Pour the oil into the pan, shake it, and spread it evenly.After igniting the fire and heating it, it didn't take long for there to be more "sizzling" noises in the kitchen.

Crack the eggs in and the aroma comes out.

Ying Ze hasn't washed yet.He was wearing slippers and pajamas, and he looked very homely.The computer was followed, and it was placed on the marble countertop, with the notepad still open.

There is already a long paragraph above.It was Meng Yue who had nothing to do, so he recalled the past between himself and Ying Ze, and proved that he was the one who was typing at this moment.

Ying Ze actually believed it.

That kind of detail, at three o'clock in the morning, I saw crabapple flowers blooming outside the dormitory building.No third person will know.

But he still didn't understand what Meng Yue was like now.

As Meng Yue thought, Yingze's refrigerator was really empty, and there were some instant food stuffed here and there.Seeing a quick-frozen pizza, Meng Yue eagerly typed, trying to order.

After reading a new line of words, Ying Ze was stunned, and took out the box of quick-frozen pizza.

Meng Yue looked at him expectantly.

Ying Ze pondered for a moment and asked, "It's been three months past the expiration date, can you eat it?"

Meng Yue: "..."

He typed feebly: How long is the shelf life?

Ying Ze replied, "Half a year."

Meng Yue was heartbroken, and rejected Ying Ze's proposal to try heating it up, saying that he believed in his friend's craftsmanship very much, and fried eggs would be fried.

After typing this sentence, the input method will automatically display a kaomoji.Meng Yue conveniently selected and added it, so a black heart appeared in the notepad.Ying Ze saw it and laughed.

Then Meng Yue made a long series of exclamation points.

Confused!It's a mess!

Ying Ze paused, then calmly poured the fried egg with burnt back onto the plate, and said, "I'll eat this."

Meng Yue sighed and typed: No need.

His "eating" is a very simple and convenient process.As long as you take a breath, you will feel the simple fragrance and a little burnt smell rushing into the nasal cavity together.He ate too restrainedly last night, and now he can be unrestrained, which made Meng Yue a little fuzzy.Just a fried egg is not enough after all, the increased strength in his hands is only enough to hit the keyboard a little harder.

Ying Ze started to crack the second eggshell.Not to mention how well the egg was done just now, at least in terms of posture, he did it very standard and gracefully.Spread the thumb, index finger, and ring finger apart to secure the egg in your hand.Tap it lightly on the side of the bowl.

There was a crack in the eggshell.

Ying Ze separated his fingers on both sides, and the egg yolk and egg white fell perfectly into the pot.

He threw away the shells and gave the pot a little shake.When the eggs come into contact with the oil, a tempting aroma is quickly produced.

This is the most simple and plain delicacy in thousands of families.

Meng Yue couldn't hold back, and took another breath.

Make your fingers firmer.After a while, Ying Ze put two fried eggs on the plate.After thinking about it, he dug out two hams from the corner of the refrigerator, carefully checked the factory date, and thankfully said, "This one hasn't expired."

Meng Yue leaned over and took a look, expressionless.

Ha ha.

Coincidentally, today is the last day of the shelf life.

Ying Ze looked at the computer screen.In his conception, Meng Yue seems to be standing there all the time.

Ying Ze: "Let's make do with it. I'll pick up my uncle and aunt later, and buy breakfast on the way."

A new line of words appeared on the notepad, which read: Good.

Then: I have already eaten those two eggs, sorry...

Ying Ze was obviously stunned.

Meng Yue typed and explained to him: As long as I smell it, I've eaten it.Didn't you suddenly stop eating the last half of your braised pork last night?Is it tasteless?Also because I ate it.

Ying Ze suddenly said, "Oh, that's it."

He took the third egg, closed the refrigerator door, and said, "I have an appointment with my uncle and aunt at eight o'clock. Do you have any plans?"

While talking, he tore up the ham package and asked, "Do you want this?"

Meng Yue answered the second question first: you are full first.I don't seem to have the concept of "fullness", I can eat as much as I want.

Unlimited charging.

And then the first one.This time, Meng Yue thought for a long time until Ying Ze's third fried egg came out of the oven.The first time is raw, the second time is cooked, and the third time, the perfect egg.

He briefly fried a few slices of ham, sprinkled with salt and black pepper.

Cut the egg yolk, and the egg liquid flows down the blade.When the ham is dipped on it, it adds a bit of sweetness.

Ying Ze held the plate, forked the sliced ​​ham directly with the blade, and read a long string of words typed on the notepad: I wanted to say it before, I heard that you have been taking care of my parents, thank you.I feel guilty and want to get better soon so that they don't worry about me.

At this point, Meng Yue paused.

His mother, Ms. Cen, loves beauty the most. After teaching, she likes to go to the beauty parlor to relax.Over fifty years old, her skin is still in good condition, as if she was in her early thirties. A group of people envied her and asked her for tips on skin care.

But yesterday Yingze said that he saw Ms. Cen's white hair between her temples.

In the past, Meng Yue always felt that he still had a lot of time to honor his parents.But now, he woke up suddenly.Days passed day by day, and even though their parents were caring for themselves and did not question or support Meng Yue's decisions, they still cared about Meng Yue.

He continued to type: I saw you sitting on the side of the road yesterday. At that time, my mind was dizzy and I couldn't remember anything.Later, if you want to leave, I will follow you directly.Now I can remember a few things, but it’s still a mess... I heard you and my dad’s phone call at night, and I’m so relieved to know that I’m still lying in the hospital. I thought I was dead.

He hesitated for a moment, but still asked: Ying Ze, what happened to me?

Ying Ze saw that the movement of forking the sliced ​​ham in his hand slowed down, as if he was thinking about how to answer, "You were waiting for a red light, when a car rushed over at the intersection at a speed of [-] yards and hit your car directly On. After that, the owner of the car escaped and was caught again. He also hit a pedestrian on the road, and the pedestrian was seriously injured and died."

During the trial yesterday, apart from the Meng family and Ying Ze, the family members of the deceased were also present, weeping uncontrollably.

Before leaving, they specially came to talk to the Meng family couple, saying that they hoped that Meng Yue could wake up soon, as if the life of their own children could also be extended on Meng Yue.

Meng Yue heard it, and his heart was heavy.He pondered again: The scene Ying Ze mentioned seemed to be the first thought that popped up when I recalled it yesterday.

Since my friend said so, there is no doubt that this was the situation that day.

But Meng Yue was very puzzled, not knowing where those other images in his mind came from.

Whether it was driving away ahead of time, rushing out to collide with other cars in frustration, or simply abandoning the car and running away... Although the picture is a bit blurred, it is still imprinted in the memory.

He didn't understand.

Meng Yue withdrew his mind and continued typing: I plan to go to the hospital with you and my parents.Don't tell them about it yet, I have an idea.The way it is now, it may be that the soul is out of the body.Although it is not very scientific... I want to try, if I lie directly on the body, can the soul return to its original position.

Ying Ze saw it, thought about it, and said, "You can try it."

His attitude changed from the surprise that the computer was turned on uncontrollably at the beginning, to a careful consideration of the possibility.

Meng Yue can "stand" here, like a mass of transparent air, but type and talk to himself, this is incredible enough, beyond the scope of Ying Ze's common sense.Therefore, it is not easy for Ying Ze to directly deny Meng Yue's guess.In all fairness, he certainly hoped that his friend would wake up.

Meng Yue typed: If it doesn't work, then think of other ways.improvise.

Ying Ze thought for a while, "Yes."

As he said this, he ate the last slice of fried ham.It's not full, it's just a belly pad.Ying Ze also wanted Meng Yue to eat more, but unfortunately there was no food at home.

He fried a few more slices of ham for Meng Yue, and then tried the two fried eggs earlier.The original taste completely disappeared, chewing in the mouth, like chewing paper.

Ying Ze frowned, spat out the food, and commented: "It's really bad."

Had to dump and put all the dishes in the dishwasher.

After finishing this, he said, "I'll take a shower, and you can do it yourself."

A line of words appeared on the notepad: Good.

Ying Ze thought about it and asked: "By the way, last night, you have been..." Are you at my house?

Meng Yue replied: No.I went out for a while, probably when you started to take a shower, and came back around four o'clock in the morning.I went to the night market to the east.

Ying Ze heard it, and seemed relieved.Quickly covered up a smile and said, "Well, I'll be fine soon."

After finishing speaking, he left the kitchen.

His footsteps are steady, and he can't see any difference from usual.

But this kind of "stability" is the biggest difference when Yingze is wearing home clothes and slippers.

Meng Yue looked at his back and thought: Why does he seem to be avoiding me.

Having said that, Haicheng is so cold, in November, do you need to take a bath every morning and evening?Ying Ze didn't have this habit before.

Meng Yue was puzzled.He quickly turned his gaze back to look at the ham on the plate.Although it is on the last day of the shelf life, the taste has not changed.The quality of the things that can enter Yingze's refrigerator must first pass the test. They are not mixed with a lot of starch and seasoning like ordinary ham, but genuine pieces of meat.

After being marinated with salt, the taste has completely penetrated into the meat, from the original fresh fragrance to just the right salty fragrance.Slices of meat curl up slightly when cut and fried.There is no need to pour extra oil, there is fine oil in the ham, and it melts in the pan.

Although it is possible to directly "absorb" the pyrotechnics in food, in Meng Yue's common sense system, "eating" should have been a continuous process.From chopsticks clamping food, to chewing in the mouth, to entering the esophagus, and entering the stomach.Just "absorbing" is not enough.

The smell of two fried eggs lingered on the tip of his nose, and Meng Yue pinched the chopsticks with his fingers.

The metal chopsticks collided with each other and made a "da da" sound.

Food is the paramount necessity of the people.Hearing this voice, Meng Yue's previously dull mood improved slightly.

He picked up a slice of ham and put it in his mouth.Teeth meet ham and clench the jaw.

The pieces of meat slid down his jaw, neck, and esophagus, and fell directly to the ground.

The tiles were stained with oil, and Meng Yue froze in place, at a loss for what to do.

After Yingze finished taking a shower, he came out of the bathroom and went to the kitchen to find someone.I saw a rag lying on the floor and wiped it left and right.With a glance, I saw a new plastic bag hanging by the vegetable sink, and there was a piece of pitiful and lonely ham in it.The remaining slices of ham were still on the plate.

Combined, Ying Ze understood what happened, it was funny, and tried to ask: "Are you cleaning the floor?"

The rag was lifted up and bobbed up and down, as if nodding.

Ying Ze said, "No need, someone will come to clean it."

Meng Yue disagreed.The rag floated higher, toward the computer.Soon, there was an extra line on the notepad, which read: Oil is on the ground, it will not be easy to wipe after a long time.

Ying Ze saw it and knew that Meng Yue was very concerned about it.After all, it was a trivial matter, so he went with Meng Yue.After the floor was wiped clean and shiny as new, Meng Yue was very responsible and even washed the rag before putting it back in place.

After finishing these, it will be 07:30.Ying Ze just took a shower and didn't wash his hair.Feeling refreshed now, I changed into the clothes I should wear when I go out.Shirts, casual jackets.

Ying Ze asked, "Do you want to leave early?"

Meng Yue paused and typed: Is it convenient?

Ying Ze smiled: "Since you are here, I will tell the driver not to come, otherwise it will be difficult to sit in the car. I will drive by myself."

Meng Yue snorted and typed: OK, thank you.

Ying Ze said, "It's just right, I'll buy you some food on the way." With the driver around, it's not convenient.

The brighter the sky, the morning market has already been set up.Ying Ze bought a pan-fried fried dough stick with soy milk.Meng Yue obediently sat in the passenger seat with a computer on his lap.If someone looked in through the car window, they could see a laptop floating in mid-air.

The screen was facing Ying Ze, still saying: eat your fill first.

Ying Ze didn't refuse, and directly tore the fried sticks into pieces and soaked them in soy milk.Take it out when it is half soft and not brittle, take a bite, and you can taste the aroma of fried dough sticks and the sweetness of soy milk, and the two blend together just right.

Looking at it, Meng Yue felt relieved, knowing that Ying Ze would not treat him badly in such a trivial matter.He was not being polite, and took all the fried rice.There are also Kungfu comments: this vinegar is not good, not fragrant.

Ying Ze saw it in his eyes, and the corners of his lips curved slightly.

Meng Yue typed: Right, you should smile more.It looked like yesterday afternoon, it was too yellow in the cabbage field.

Ying Ze blinked: "Did you see it? Yes, you said, it's there..." Meng Yue suddenly appeared, completely unaware of his physical condition after being in a car accident for three months.

He looked down for a moment and quickly covered it up, but Meng Yue still noticed it.

Knowing that Ying Ze couldn't see it, Meng Yue still looked serious and typed to persuade him: My car accident was not your fault.That was a pure traffic accident.

Ying Ze said: "But if I hadn't arranged for you to join the team, you wouldn't have run this business at all."

Meng Yue sighed, thinking: He really misses this very much.

He typed: You can't say that.If I didn't get into Cazenove or this group, then I might meet something else.At that time, you may have to think, "What if I let Meng Yue go to Jiacheng at that time".

Ying Ze frowned slightly, and said, "Don't say that." Who would curse himself?

Meng Yue persuaded him: This is the truth.You're doing great, don't put too much pressure on yourself.

Ying Ze looked at the line and remained silent, as if he still disagreed.

He parked on the side of the road, and before he knew it, ten minutes had passed.The parking fee collector came on a scooter and knocked on Yingze's car window.

He regained his senses, put down the car window, and said, "Don't stop, let's go."

On the co-pilot, Meng Yue humbly pressed the computer under his legs, pretending that he didn't exist.

Well, in the eyes of others, he does not exist.

Ying Ze turned off the car key, the car was re-ignited, and drove away slowly.At this moment, Meng Yue can enjoy the chair behind him.He rested his head on it, turned his face to look at Ying Ze.

Ying Ze pursed his lips and did not speak.But looking at it like this, it was obvious that he didn't take what Meng Yue just said into his heart.

Meng Yue sighed.

never mind.The formation of ideas does not happen overnight. The thought of "I am responsible for Meng Yue's car accident" has been suppressed in Ying Ze's mind for three months.It's useless for Meng Yue to persuade him with a few thin words now.

I just hope it will be restored soon.After he recovered, Ying Ze's worries naturally disappeared.

Previously, Ying Ze had agreed with the Meng family that they would leave at eight o'clock.But this "eight o'clock" originally referred to the time when the driver picked him up at Ying Ze's home.Right now, it was half an hour earlier and arrived at the entrance of Meng's community.

Ying Ze called the Meng family couple before going out.Halfway through, I sent another message.At this moment, two middle-aged men were already waiting for him at the gate of the community.

Ying Ze stopped.He knew he couldn't see Meng Yue, but at this moment, he couldn't help but glance in the direction of the co-pilot.

The computer lay quietly on the chair, as if the person sitting on it no longer existed.

Of course Meng Yue is still there.

He looked at his parents and suddenly thought: They seem to be really old.

All of a sudden, all kinds of emotions came to my heart, mostly sadness.

The author has something to say: I am happy to see so many familiar little angels =v=

I originally wanted to say "long time no see", but after thinking about it, I think a month is not "long time"_(:з」∠)_