suddenly tired

Chapter 25 7 Scenes-9

"I lied to him, no, I didn't... I didn't lie to him on purpose, I just concealed something... I was afraid, I was afraid that he would know. But I also lied to myself, and the matter of lying to myself should develop like this , we are just two people walking towards each other slowly... Sister, I feel bad..."

Zhao Xinyu, who came home from get off work at one o'clock in the morning, was already dizzy and dizzy with exhaustion. Hearing Ji Sumian's crying, she was in a daze as if she had been hit with a stick.

"Would you like to... sleep first, I don't go to work tomorrow, how about chatting with you?"

"But how can I sleep..."

Zhao Xinyu thought to herself, but I'm going to fall asleep soon, she said: "How about you move the quilt to my room, you sleep on the floor, and we lie down and talk?"

When Ji Sumian brought the quilt over, Zhao Xinyu couldn't talk to him anymore, but he didn't leave. He hoped that there was someone by his side, even if he was asleep, he could take it as a kind of company.He lay down on the ground, the hard texture of his back reminded him of the first night he slept in Xingyuan, he also slept on the ground, and his mood was completely different.

There was another story in Ji Sumian's memory, which was also told by his mother. It said that there were two gods in the sky. I can't remember their names. Let's call them A and B for now. After years of fighting in the sky, there was no peace in the sky, and they were kicked out of the heavenly court. When they arrived in the world, they lost their supernatural powers. No matter how much two ordinary people fight, it will not cause great disasters.Immortal A thought he was not as powerful as B, so he ran to a mountain and hid. He knew that B was looking for him all the time. After many years, A and B were very old, and B finally found the mountain. He tried his best, Leaning on crutches, he climbed for several days before reaching the top of the mountain, and knocked on A's door.

According to common sense, when an enemy comes to seek revenge, he should avoid it, but A did not. He saw B trying to climb the mountain to find him, and thought that it had been so long, and there was nothing he could not let go of. Moreover, they were demoted Going down to earth, in this world, there is only one other bondage, so he opened the door.

He was stabbed in the chest by B at the door.

Before dying, A asked why, and B said, in order to let you open the door, I pretended to be weak, to make you sympathize with me and make you despise me.

A still asked why, and B said: I have never forgotten your hurt many years ago.

A still asked why, and B continued: Some things cannot be forgotten by you alone. Time does not pass for you alone. I killed you not for myself, but for fairness.

In the past, he had only a half-knowledge, and he can't remember how his mother interpreted it at that time. He only knows that everything can't be decided unilaterally, and any illusion can't change the core of the thing itself.Just like his relationship with Zhong Lei, no matter how beautiful the appearance is, the deception has existed from the beginning.

He still works and works part-time as before, but now Ji Sumian needs to take the bus or subway by himself. He is not uncomfortable being crowded in the crowd. weep.

This afternoon I got off work early, and when I returned to the tavern, the ingredients were being stewed in the kitchen, and a familiar smell wafted out, like the braised pork cooked by Brother Lei, Ji Sumian rushed into the kitchen without thinking, ——It's not that person, it's Zhao Yuan who is stewing pork knuckles.

"Good guy, this [-]-meter sprint! Are you so hungry?"

"Hehe, a little." Ji Sumian smiled wryly.

"It'll be ready soon, I'll pack a piece for you."

"Godfather, you have made a lot, can you pack a whole piece for me? I have a friend who loves to eat. He took good care of me before, and I want to give him one."

"Of course, then I'll get you a packing box and pour some soup, hey ~ look at this stewed soup, it's shiny and delicious!"

Ji Sumian returned to the apricot orchard with his big elbow in his arms. He looked up at the house with many umbrellas on the balcony at the entrance of the alley. He had passed by this place countless times before, and they all came and went in a hurry. He had never carefully looked at what these umbrellas looked like. , Today he found that the umbrellas were arranged in a patchwork pattern like a bunch of flowers, facing west, through which the afternoon sun shines, like a kaleidoscope.

He didn't dare to go any further. It is said that no one lived in the house after they moved out, so everything was still the way Ji Sumian cleaned it that day. Not sour, knocked on Lao Fang's door.

"It's so delicious, did you stew it?" Lao Fang took out half a bottle of wine from the cabinet, poured himself a glass, and called him again, "Do you want to drink?"

"Uncle Fang, you can drink it, I don't drink it. It was made by my godfather, I will bring it to you to taste, I will bring it next time if it is delicious."

"Well, let me say, it tastes different from before."

"Uncle Fang...I'm moving out now."

"Ah?" Lao Fang raised his wine glass and put it down again, "What do you mean you moved out? You two can't stay together anymore?"

"Ah."

"Awkward?"

"Something happened."

"Zhong Lei is not someone who cares about it, you young people will be fine if you make a fuss."

Ji Sumian didn't speak, but smiled awkwardly.

Seeing his expression, Lao Fang took a sip of his wine and sipped the taste: "This elbow is really well stewed, soft but not rotten, and the heat is just right."

"The deep-fried shrimp made by my godfather is delicious, but it's not easy to bring that. Next time you have a chance to go to the store to eat it. I'm there on all nights except Tuesday and Thursday. He also has a lot of good wine there."

"Well, okay, I'm not being polite to you. Well... Brother Lei, you have something on your mind. He looks old, but I don't think he is as sensible as you. Don't get used to him!" Back to this topic.

Seeing that Ji Sumian was still noncommittal, Lao Fang asked, "Did he tell you how we know each other?"

Ji Sumian shook his head.

"When I first moved here, I had nothing to do. I drank every day, went to sleep when I drank too much, and continued to drink when I woke up. He was sitting at the door smoking, so I went to ask him for one."

"And then we became friends?"

"No, I'm not familiar, and I don't know what to talk about, so we sat and smoked together, and I smelled very fragrant in his house. He said he was making braised pork, and he gave me a piece of it, but it wasn't ready yet. Well, it’s already delicious, and I thought to myself, it’s worth eating a bowl of this before I die.”

"What is 'before death'?"

"At that time, I thought it was boring, I had nothing, and it was so boring to live. I didn't care if I just met him or not, and he asked for it, so he made me a bowl. That night, I put away the things at home, and go out."

Lao Fang told the story in a very flat tone. He said that it was very dark outside that day, with no moon or stars.He hadn't thought about the way to end his life, so he walked all the way and thought about it. With his years of vigilance, he should be able to detect someone following him, but that day his heart was attracted by death, longing and panicking.

At first, Zhong Lei just thought the old man was a bit strange, and asked him for a bowl of braised pork because of his friendship with a cigarette. When the man was fully dressed, he went out and walked to a remote place.Just out of curiosity, he followed and looked, followed him all the way through the south slope, looked at the ponds and small river ditches, and walked further away. When he encountered a water tower, he also grabbed the handle and tried to climb. I don't know why I gave up, but I kept going.

Lao Fang found him when he was leaving the water tower, but he kept moving forward without saying a word.That night, they walked back and forth like this, keeping a close distance, and finally stopped by the Dingxie Reservoir.

"There are a lot of people fishing here." Zhong Lei said something first.

"Follow me all the way, just to inform me that there are fish here?"

"Do you like fish? I will."

"what will you do?"

"What you can say, I will do."

"Are you a cook?"

"No, I drive a taxi, and my dad is a cook, helping out at home since childhood."

"Oh."

The night wind by the reservoir was very cold, Zhong Lei was actually very disturbed, he was thinking about how to save this man if he really jumped.

At that time, he had been away from home for a while, and he had tried his best to forget the things that should be forgotten. The time has passed, as long as you wait quietly, you can wait until a little better.But he can't say it clearly, to persuade people not to die, but to live well, in case they don't want to die...

"I don't know how to fish." Lao Fang said.

"You can try it, a good way to pass the time."

"Well, go buy a fishing rod tomorrow."

"If you catch fish, you can send it to my house and make it for you."

"it is good."

Speaking of the end, Lao Fang smiled: "I don't know why I came back with him at that time, maybe he was sent by the Bodhisattva to remind me that I can't die yet."

Ji Sumian feels that Lao Fang's memory is unreliable. This is a story that does not make sense. Why did he plan to commit suicide, but was discouraged by the topic of fishing, making fish and eating fish?Is there still some imperceptible communication between them?Or, they talked about other things by the reservoir, about old stories about Lao Fang, why he was imprisoned, and why he was alone, but Lao Fang didn't mention it, making people mistakenly think that this old man is really a foodie. He was going to die, but was pulled back by the food.

However, brother Lei’s cooking is really delicious. The three meals he prepares are not only in season, but also have high requirements for the quality of ingredients. Ji Sumian once suspected that almost all of his monthly income is used for food. Lost.

Thinking of what to eat made his nose sore again.

He was not a crying person before, but pretending to be weak in front of Zhong Lei always aroused his great sympathy and tolerance. Even though Brother Lei's gentleness was always a little impatient, he wanted to indulge in this tenderness all the time.So I personally explained what self-deception is, turning myself into a person who often sheds tears, and it’s okay to be sad alone, but there are people around me, so I can’t help but feel even more wronged...

"He is an awkward person." Lao Fang continued, "He has a bad mouth but a good person. Don't mind too much."

Ji Sumian wondered if I have the right to mind.

"Uncle Fang, it's not his problem, it's me, I did something wrong."

"Ah?!" This is what Lao Fang did not expect.