spirits in throat

When Rong Zhao came out of the city bureau, he didn't see Zhou Ye when he turned his head. He breathed a sigh of relief and quickened his pace to walk towards the subway station.

The world suddenly changed color, and everything happened in an instant.

Pink lights were lit up throughout the city, and the advertisements, light signs, and LED lights of major shopping malls turned into pink-toned pictures.

There are fireworks across the night sky in the distance, lighting up half the sky.

Drones flashed across the night sky, constantly changing shapes in mid-air. Roses, English letters, castles, princes and princesses are all elements related to love.

A girl holding milk tea covered her mouth, opened her eyes wide, and said to her companion in disbelief, "Oh my God, is this a local tyrant preparing to propose marriage? She is so happy!"

"How much does it cost? The world of rich people is unimaginable," the companion handed the mobile phone to the milk tea girl, and urged, "Hurry up and take some photos with drone footage for me, I will send them as soon as possible." Circle of friends, pretend that I am the daughter of destiny."

The two girls chattered and took pictures of each other, and Rong Zhao continued walking.

When he was a teenager, he also thought that if he met someone he liked one day in the future, he would find a large open space and light special fireworks, so that her name would shine in the highest, farthest and most eternal place in the night sky.

A drone flew overhead, and a string of pink lights swept over everything in the world, giving people the illusion of being in a fairy tale world for no reason, as if the whole city was in love.

When Zhou Ye arrived at the gate of the Municipal Bureau, he turned his head and saw Rong Zhao everywhere.

Being nearly blinded by the pink lights all over the world, Zhou Ye said helplessly to the mobile phone he just switched on: "Mom, can you rest at home?"

Zhou Ye walked in the direction of the subway station leading to Rong Zhao's house, and said, "Don't listen to Wu Mouse's nonsense, I have never dreamed of any woman, and I have never picked up a woman's high-heeled shoes as a treasure and hold them every day. sleep."

"No need to celebrate with such fanfare, no need."

"I beg you to quickly remove these messy advertising spaces, I'm almost on the brink of cancer."

Director Qian, who brushed shoulders with Zhou Ye, glanced at Zhou Ye indifferently: "Hey, Team Zhou, there's no one here, and you're acting so vigorously."

Zhou Ye continued to talk to the phone: "This is not romantic at all, and it can't arouse my yearning for heterosexual love."

Director Qian picked up his briefcase, pondered it carefully, then turned to Zhou Ye and said, "This line embodies the protagonist's spirit of adhering to himself and his heart. It's very good. Add chicken legs to the screenwriter."

Zhou Ye held the phone: "Let's talk about it, are you in Xingyun, the one near the City Bureau?"

Zhou Ye hung up the phone and grabbed Director Qian as if grabbing a life-saving straw: "Director Qian, are you interested in having a meal with me? Are you going to Xingyun?"

I thought that with Director Qian being such a talkative person, he would be able to talk less, and it would not be so easy to quarrel with outsiders.

Xingyun is a famous and expensive western restaurant in Dongyu City. Director Qian gave Zhou Ye a hard look: "If you want to go crazy, don't take me." After saying that, he ran away.

The pink halo covered the road, Zhou Ye put away his phone, and walked in the direction of Xingyun along the path that Rong Zhao walked.

He lowered his head and glanced at his palm, it seemed that the fresh mint smell of Rong Zhao's scar removal cream still remained on it, but it was sweeter than mint.

Walking near the entrance of the subway station, Rong Zhao went to a bun shop, planning to buy two buns with the remaining five yuan to satisfy his hunger.

It's a pity that only pure pork buns are left in this shop. He wants to eat prunes and vegetables today, so he plans to go back the same way and go to a bun shop near the city bureau to buy them.

In the pink love world contracted by an unknown rich man, the skyscrapers in front of it flashed images of ever-changing fairy tales, Cinderella was finally found by the prince, and they were walking towards the magnificent castle hand in hand.

Different from the traditional plot, in a small corner beside, a man looked at the back of the prince, and a string of words appeared above his head.

"You have finally found your true love. I wish you a happy marriage for a hundred years and an early baby."

Rong Zhao didn't understand.

A girl with a ponytail in a black dress pointed her mobile phone at the LCD screen, and yelled while recording the video: "Oh my god, the plot kills me, I don't care, I stand with the prince and that man!"

The short-haired girl on the side said: "Wake up, the theme is obvious, Cinderella is the official match of the prince."

The girl with the ponytail was still howling, very emotional: "But the prince and that man are true love, you see, the prince turned his head back, and he smiled at the man. This smile is a forever farewell, ahhh!!!"

Rong Zhao scratched his ear, it was all a mess.

This kind of sand sculpture plot suddenly reminded him of a person, which was very similar to the handwriting of a certain dramatist, even more powerful.

There is no most sand sculpture, only more sand sculpture.The huge picture changed again. The prince was holding a swaddling baby in his hand, with a beaming face and a bubble above his head: "It's a little princess!"

Cheerful music played, and there was no other man in the picture, only Cinderella with a gentle face.

The ponytail girl in the black dress held her heart, and was so irritated: "My God, my heart is about to break!"

The girl with short hair supported the girl with ponytail: "Could you be sober, these are all fake, spoofs of rich people."

At first, everyone thought it was a local tyrant proposing marriage, but they didn't expect the plot to take such a turn like a mountain road, stabbing the hearts of all the crispy duck girls in the city.

The suffocating LCD screen finally faded, the pink lights shining on the street were replaced by colorful neon lights, and everything returned to normal.

Rong Zhao bought the steamed buns with dried plums that he wanted, and walked towards the subway station.

The steamed stuffed buns were not very hot at first, but when they were eaten by the wind, they quickly cooled down.

The steamed stuffed buns with dried plums had a musty smell, Rong Zhao only ate one and gave the other to a beggar on the side of the road.

He walked on hungry and regretted giving Zhou Ye all his money.

When passing by a western restaurant, Rong Zhao accidentally took a look inside.

I saw someone who was still crying with him in the bureau just now, and who was about to freeze to death and starve to death, was sitting by the window. Bright red wine.

Sitting opposite him was a woman with a gentle temperament.

The woman was wearing a dark green long dress and a delicate diamond necklace. With her hair straightened, she was looking affectionately at the man across from her.

The woman stretched out her hand to hold the man's hand. Not only did the man not refuse, but he shook the woman instead and patted the back of her hand lightly.

Rong Zhao's eyes turned cold, he turned and left.

She went around bluffing and asking people to borrow money, and then used all kinds of defrauded money to take women in and out of luxury restaurants, defrauding money and getting married.

Rong Zhao returned home, washed up, lay on the bed and opened the "Dream of Red Mansions", read it for a long time, but didn't read a word.

"Bang bang bang," there was a knock on the door, and Zhou Ye's voice came through the wall, "It's me, open the door, and bring you something to eat, to see if it suits your appetite."

Rong Zhao didn't make a sound, turned off the headlights, only turned on a desk lamp, and lay down to sleep.

The knock on the door rang again: "Rong Rong, are you asleep?"

Rong Zhao turned over.

Zhou Ye was carrying all kinds of food packed from the restaurant.They were all the ones he had tried, and he packed two servings of everything that Rong Zhao would like without hurting his stomach.

Zhou Ye leaned against the door: "Open the door, eat while it's hot, or it will get cold in a while."

Rong Zhao was annoyed by the noise, lifted the quilt and got up, walked over to open the door with bare feet, his eyes darkened, his voice was not loud, but with the coldness of rejecting others thousands of miles away: "Don't come here again. "

He only left this sentence and closed the door, with a "bang", the whole house shook.

Downstairs, Ms. Zhang stood in the yard wearing black plastic slippers and holding a goose-feather fan. She raised her head and shouted: "You guys are quarreling, but don't break my door. You will lose money if you break it. "

Zhou Ye didn't knock on the door again, he knew Rong Zhao well, he knew when he was really angry and when he would soften his heart.

Although, he didn't know what he did wrong.

Anyway, no matter what, as long as Rong Zhao is unhappy, it is all his fault.

Zhou Ye finally knocked on the door: "You have a stomach problem, don't be angry."

He whispered again: "I won't disturb you anymore, you go to bed early."

Rong Zhao didn't respond, nor did he open the door, Zhou Ye sat at the door all night, he didn't know where he should go anyway.

Zhou Ye just leaned against the door and slept for two or three hours in a daze. When it was almost dawn, he picked up the food that had already cooled down, turned around and went downstairs.

To save Rong Zhao from being angry again when he opened the door and saw his face.

After thinking about it all night, Zhou Ye almost figured it out, maybe it was the overly ambiguous aura on the stairs of the Municipal Bureau that made Rong Zhao aware of something last night.

Last night Rong Zhao only ate a cold steamed stuffed bun, and he became angry again. When he woke up in the morning, his stomach, which was not well, started to hurt again, so he took Baoyangwei Granules and drank it down.

Rong Zhao has learned a lot of skills during these years of independent living, but cooking is the only thing that seems to be incompatible with him, he can only have the skill of cooking porridge.

Rong Zhao only took two mouthfuls of the rice porridge that exuded a burnt smell and couldn't take it anymore.

Sister Zhang was making breakfast, and she yelled in the oily smoke, "Morning, Xiaorong, why is your complexion so bad today?"

Rong Zhao didn't say much: "Morning."

Sister Zhang turned over the poached eggs in the pot: "Did you not eat breakfast, or else, come to my place to eat in the future, I don't need your money, just follow the market price, ten yuan a day, keep the food Filling and good."

The smell of poached eggs penetrated into his nostrils and touched his taste buds. Rong Zhao was a little tempted, but when he thought of having a table with the three restless brats from Sister Zhang's family, he shook his head: "Thank you, no need."

Ms. Zhang quickly put the poached eggs in the pancakes, added some shredded potatoes and ham sausages, and brushed with bright red chili sauce: "Seven yuan each, much cheaper than the alley."

Rong Zhao waved his hands: "I have a stomach problem, and I can't eat spicy food."

Sister Zhang took another box of donkeys and rolled around: "This one is not spicy, but sweet, and it still makes me hungry."

Rong Zhao waved his hands again: "No, it's too sticky, it will increase the burden on the stomach."

He had a terrible stomachache, and now he just wanted to eat a bowl of warm stomach-nourishing porridge to make his body feel better.

Sister Zhang didn't make any money, so she was naturally unhappy. Before Rong Zhao left, she began to babble to the people beside her: "Ten people have nine stomachs, isn't it just a stomach problem? Why is it more hypocritical than the girl's family?"

Zhou Ye came out of Rong Zhao's house, looking for a room to take a bath and change clothes.Passing through a high-end neighborhood, he looked at Bai Xudong who was wearing a white sportswear from a morning jog from a distance.

Zhou Ye walked over: "Why are you here?"

Bai Xudong wiped his sweat while jogging and replied, "Didn't I catch a cold? My sister is worried, so she insisted on letting me stay at her house, saying that it would be convenient for her to take care of her."

Zhou Ye turned his head and looked around: "Is there anyone selling whole grains here?"

Bai Xudong pointed behind Zhou Ye: "There is a small supermarket there, which has everything in it."

The two walked into the supermarket together, and Zhou Ye used the 50 yuan that Rong Zhao gave him last night to buy a bunch of things, including millet, glutinous rice, yam, pumpkin, and finally added pear juice and rock sugar.

Bai Xudong was puzzled and said, "Isn't this the ingredient for stomach-nourishing porridge? I just have a cold, not a bad stomach."

Zhou Ye glanced at Bai Xudong indifferently: "It's not for you."

"Which girl is it for?" Bai Xudong said as he walked, "otherwise, why would you still buy rock candy? How can a man love candy so much? Captain Zhou..."

Zhou Ye said speechlessly: "I'm gay, a straight-forward gay."

"Go, go to your sister's house and borrow the porridge pot."