Xiyang Mourning

When Zheng Yang returned to the villa, he still saw the familiar lights illuminating the whole villa brightly.When he walked into the living room, he saw the prepared meals and Ye Yu who had disappeared. Since the first day Ye Yu came, he would ask Ye Zi to send text messages to Ye Yu to tell her when he would come back. so he can get dinner ready.

And every day after he came back, he would see such a scene, and he was already used to it.Zheng Yang sat down to serve himself and started to eat dinner. It has been almost half a month, and he has gotten used to Ye Yu's cooking.He always felt that Ye Yu's cooking skills and the way of cooking tasted more and more like his master, but he clearly understood that it was impossible.

Maybe it's just a similarity, isn't that what I reminded myself at the beginning?But even though he knew it, he still let the increasingly familiar taste spread and encroach on his taste buds. After all, he missed his master, and he still couldn't bear it.So he can grasp everything related to his master, even if it is just similar, he is still willing to immerse himself in it, unwilling to extricate himself.

When Zheng Yang finished his dinner and went to the refrigerator to take out the beer that he ordered Ye Yu to prepare every day as usual, and was about to go back to his study, he saw Ye Yu who obviously wanted to ask questions in the living room.

Letting Ye Yu walk in, seeing her calm face but still showing a trace of uneasiness, Zheng Yang asked coldly, "What's the matter?"

When Ye Yu heard Zheng Yang's question, he suppressed the emotions in his heart and nodded to Zheng Yang, then replied in a calm voice, "Master, I cleaned the villa these days, but I contacted the former part-time worker, he said The two bedrooms and the study on the second floor don't need to be cleaned, so I didn't clean it..."

After Ye Yu finished speaking, he took a quick look at Zheng Yang, and then said, "It's been almost half a month, and the bedroom and study should be cleaned, do you need me to clean it tomorrow?"

Hearing Ye Yu's question, Zheng Yang suddenly remembered that he hadn't been to Cheng Xi's room for a long time...

"No, I will clean it myself today, and I still don't need to clean those three rooms in the future."

Cheng Xi went upstairs directly after crossing the night rain. He walked to Cheng Xi's bedroom and stopped for a while, then held the doorknob and gently opened the door.

The light from behind the open door contrasts with the darkness of the bedroom.Through the light, you can see the familiar furnishings in the room and a thin layer of dust that has covered the room. The dust is giving the room a gray feeling, and the drawn curtains are of high quality so they completely cover the room. The light from the window.

Zheng Yang glanced down at the bright outline of the door on the floor and his shadow, then took a few steps forward and turned on the light in the room.It was so bright that it was too dazzling to illuminate everything in the room, and Zheng Yang's eyes were sore by the too dazzling light.

He turned around and closed the door gently, just like when he just opened it, as if he was afraid of disturbing the dust in the room.Zheng Yang put the beer in his hand on the dusty table, and drew a clear mark on the table with his fingers.He raised his hand and saw the dust on his fingertips, feeling inexplicably sad.

The owner of this room has been invited out of this villa by him, and what is there now is nothing but a thin layer of dust and countless memories.During this period of time, he seemed to have forgotten that there was still this room in this villa. He was subconsciously afraid that seeing these would bring back all his memories of the master. Only now did he realize that it was just that he was the same as this room. Dusty.

Zheng Yang looked at every part of the room, then took off his suit and hung it on the doorknob, then unbuttoned his shirt and rolled up the sleeves of the shirt to reveal his strong forearm.

He went to the bathroom in the bedroom, and he remembered that there were rags and tubs in it.When I walked in, I saw that the sink was covered with dust, and Cheng Xi's favorite wooden tub for washing her feet was also stained with dust and lost its original color. Now this room is filled with a smell called decay. His breath, just like him, is something that has lost its owner, eroded by dust and stained with all the ash.

That's just his own fault, Zheng Yang couldn't help thinking after washing the wooden basin and watching the water flow into the basin.He took the wooden basin and rags out and put them away, and then carefully wiped the furnishings in the room.He wiped every thing, seeing them reveal their original bright colors, he was really happy, maybe... he can also wipe off the dust like these furniture, and restore them to their original state?

He wiped it quietly, he remembered everything in this room, how many times these things had been smashed by the owner, and how many pavement fragments in this house were waiting for his knees to fall.But after he cleaned it again and again, he still stubbornly went to buy and replace the broken decorations in person, so that he could deceive himself into thinking that nothing had happened.

More importantly, this room was chosen when he first met the owner when he went shopping with the owner.From the big wardrobe to the big bed, to the small cups and small objects, he and the owner arranged them together, but the owner may have forgotten it long ago.

But it doesn't matter, as long as he remembers, as long as... and he knows.

After Zheng Yang wiped things like the desk and wardrobe, he changed to a basin of clean water and started wiping the floor.He looked at the floor carefully. Because the owner likes to walk barefoot, the floor is covered with wooden floors. After cleaning, it reveals a warm log color.He was halfway through, and he looked back at the room he had just cleaned and smiled.It's very clean, just like the owner still brings it here.

Zheng Yang then wiped the floor carefully. When the floor was completely clean, he went back to the bathroom. After tidying up the bathroom, he came out with water and began to wipe small objects.

The room was cleaned little by little, and Zheng Yang felt relieved a little bit, he had a feeling that he was also cleaned.Even if it is an illusion, it still makes him feel very happy and relaxed, as if he was slowly pulled out of the water by tens of thousands of meters of seabed, he can clearly feel the pressure in his body decrease, and finally his whole body is relaxed, It's like returning to the world from hell.

Zheng Yang opened every cabinet above the table and began to clean. After cleaning the cabinets one by one, he found a small hidden compartment at the bottom of the table close to the floor when he squatted down. Cleaning, generally difficult to find.

He opened the hidden compartment, suddenly feeling a little nervous. Nearly two months ago, he packed up the master's things and returned them to the master.He was afraid that a little remnant of the master would make him brazenly stay by his side, but now he really hoped that there was something of the master inside, even a small object.

He was not as determined as he imagined, he crazily missed everything about his master, and he hated himself incomparably in countless moments.Why didn't he leave even a little thing for him to comfort and miss, instead of being like a poor wretch who lost everything like now.

He carefully opened the hidden compartment, and what caught his eye was a thick-bottomed notebook.Through the dust on it, it can be vaguely seen that it is dark blue, and it is a little dim under the dust.

He washed the rag on the side and wiped the dust on it. It was indeed dark blue, but there were no patterns or words on it.

He pushed the secret compartment back, then sat on the ground and opened the book in his hand.