Riding The Wind And Waves In The Story of Scumbag Abuse [Quick Wear]

7.5 - Making soup, explaining, tiredness

The radish and pork ribs soup needed to be simmered for a while to get the flavor. After setting the timer, he waited for it to stew and put it into the thermal bucket. It was not far from his home to where Qin Cheng lived. It only took ten minutes to drive there. But these ten minutes seemed like a long time passed in his mind, especially when he arrived at the gate of the community, he parked the car for a long time, and the security guard next to him came over and knocked on the car window and asked: "Sir, you are the owner here. Isn't this the place where owners can't enter?"

"I'm here to see a friend." Just as the security guard was about to say something, another slightly older man immediately came over and said, "It's you, come in, come in, this one is new and I haven't seen you before." "

After Han Zhou responded, he drove the car in.

"Is this the owner?" the security guard asked.

"He comes here often." The older security guard lit a cigarette, raised his chin and said, "This person comes here every two or three days. They are all acquaintances."

"Oh." The little security guard nodded.

Han Zhou has walked this road countless times, and every time he comes here, he suddenly feels better. Since the breakup, his mood has not been very good. He was diagnosed with depression six months ago, but only here can he have a moment. peaceful.

But at this moment, his palms were full of cold sweat, and he was holding the steering wheel, driving slowly in the community. Even if he flinched again, he still drove downstairs of the community.

He leaned in the car, turned off the engine, leaned back slightly, and curled up in the driver's seat. The cigarette was in his hand, but he did not light it.

The closer he was, the sadder he felt. Over the past year and a half, he had been missing someone almost crazily, but when this person actually appeared in front of him, he suddenly became timid.

"Qin Cheng..." Han Zhou said hoarsely, "I'm sorry."

Apart from this, he didn't know what else to say.

He sat in the car for a long time, and then decided to leave his things at the door and leave. Unexpectedly, after getting out of the car, he met Qin Cheng who had just returned. The two looked at each other, and neither of them spoke for a while.

"I..." Han Zhou was the first to speak. He opened his mouth and whispered: "I made the radish and pork ribs soup you like. Your body needs to be replenished... If you have time, it's best to go to the hospital. "

Qin Cheng, who came back from Han Lin, looked a little pale. He was wearing the gray woolen sweater, his eyes fell on Han Zhou, and he remained silent.

"I don't know that you don't want to see me, so I'll leave now." Han Zhou's voice was a little hoarse. He was holding the thermos bucket in his hand at a loss. When he was about to leave, he was stopped by Qin Cheng. He heard Qin Cheng said from behind: "Wait a minute... Now that you're here, come in. I just want to have a good talk with you."

Qin Cheng gathered his clothes and turned around to go upstairs. Han Zhou stood behind him. He lowered his head and his eyes turned slightly red. Then he tilted his head quietly and followed him.

The room was still the same as before. Qin Cheng stood here. He turned on the air conditioner as soon as he came back. The room, which was as cold as an ice cellar, slowly started to warm up. Qin Cheng took the thermos bucket and said, "It still smells the same as before."

"Ah?" Han Zhou didn't expect Qin Cheng to say that. He was stunned for a moment before he realized what he was saying, and quickly responded: "Well, well... yes."