door of eternal life

[The text of this chapter: One said, you just follow me, and the other said, I want to meet you.Where does his love go. 】

Last night, a sudden attack exhausted all the strength in Qing's body. He fell into a deep sleep until after ten o'clock in the morning. The texture of the ceiling wallpaper until Bin's message came in.

"How was your rest last night? Did you feel better today?"

Qing felt that he had recovered a little, grabbed his phone and replied: "I just woke up, feeling better."

"Is there anything you want to eat at noon? I'll bring it to you."

"No, you can figure it out." Qing didn't refuse Bin, he knew that Bin was also stubborn sometimes, and at times like this, if he wasn't allowed to come, he would come too.

"Okay, I'll be there around 12:30 :)"

Qing didn't want to lie down anymore, so she got up and took a hot bath, changed her pajamas, changed the whole set of bedding, and stuffed them into the washing machine.

Turn on the TV, make a pot of tea, lazily lean on the sofa, and wait for Bin to come.

Bin brought a bunch of fresh ingredients, including vegetables, chicken, and fish, and even all kinds of condiments.

"I was afraid that the food in the restaurant would not be fresh, and the food in the takeaway shop would not be clean, so I prepared my own ingredients." Bin looked at Qing, and Qing was in better condition. Although she was still a little pale and tired, she was better than last night. a lot of.

He carried his things and walked to the kitchen, and said as he walked, "I'll cook a pot of chicken soup for you at noon, and you have to make up for it."

Qing followed and stood by the door. He was not used to others using his things at random, including the kitchen, but now he couldn't say anything.

"Stop standing here, go watch TV, and rest. I'm just looking for something to use." While talking, Bin didn't have idle hands. He raised his sleeves and looked for some bowls from the cupboard. Dishes and the like were sorted skillfully, some were tidied up and put in the refrigerator, some were washed and put on the cooking table for later use. Turning around, I saw Qing leaning against the door, thin and powerless.

"Okay." Qing smiled, didn't move, just looked at Bin's busy back.Bin is also thinner, which probably has something to do with his long-term work.Bin is wearing a black long-sleeved round-neck T-shirt today, the hem of which is loosely tucked into jeans, and a military-style leather belt around his waist. His legs are long and thin. There is a bow tie on the back of the waist, full of the taste of a family man, and it is different from the Bin I saw at the beginning.Qing had an illusion for a moment, as if he and Bin were already lovers and living together.He watched in silence for a while, then turned and walked away to watch TV.

Qing only discovered today that Bin is also a good cook.Bin stewed a small pot of chicken soup for him, with American ginseng slices in it. The fragrance was overflowing, but it whetted his appetite. He also fried a plate of green beans, which were emerald green and served with a few diced red peppers. Very seductive.He looked at Bin in amazement, and Bin smiled and said, "From college to work and now, I always cook for myself. At the beginning, when I was idle and bored, I would look through the pictures of the recipes and look at them." After that, I started to study the method. It will come out of practice." Said, he gave Qing a bowl of chicken soup and sent it to Qing.

"Drink it while it's hot, it will have a fishy smell when it's cold." Bin said, turning around to serve Qing another bowl of rice.

Qing was drinking the soup, saw that he had only served a bowl of rice, and had no intention of filling any more. Just as he was about to ask, Bin said, "I came here for dinner."

Qing smiled gratefully: "Then I will not be polite. The soup is delicious and fragrant."

"Hehe, that means that I haven't practiced cooking in vain these past few years. Drink more soup. I only used half of the chicken, and put the rest in the refrigerator. I'll make soup for you another day. If you don't want to eat chicken, don't eat it. In the evening, I’ll cook fish soup for you for a change.” Bin knows that Qing is very picky, and being able to like his cooking makes him feel beautiful and full of energy.

Qing looked at Bin, and heard that there was something unquestionable in his tone, knowing that Bin cared about him, and it was not easy to refuse, so she smiled and replied, "Okay." He could see that Bin was very happy.

For the next month, Bin came every morning on time before [-]:[-] a.m., cooked various kinds of porridge for Qing, watched Qing finish eating, and pulled Qing to sit on the sofa, or let Qing continue to catch up on sleep. Anyway, I don’t let Qing do the cleaning, I clean up the tableware by myself, put it in the disinfection cabinet, and then go to work, I will come to the door on time between [-]:[-] noon and [-]:[-] noon, and give Qing stewed chicken soup, fish soup or Beef soup, stir-fry a light vegetarian dish, come on time at [-] o'clock in the evening to change Qing's stew, or let Qing drink it directly, or put noodles, put a poached egg, he never eats with Qing himself, every time After Qing finished eating, he cleaned up the dishes and placed them neatly.Sometimes Qing was really upset and wanted to help clean up, so Bin would jokingly say: "You just rest, it's all as if I married you, and I'm happy to serve you!"

Or just say: "Okay, my future wife, if you take care of your health, I have nothing else to ask for!"

Listening to his half-true jokes, Qing could only laugh it off, and sometimes replied to him: "Daydreaming is impossible."

Bin didn't care, he was still busily busy.

At first, after Bin cooked for Qing for three days, Qing couldn't bear it anymore, and asked Bin not to cook again, because his health had recovered.Bin looked at his paper-pale face, with gray and bloodless lips, and said, "Just do it for a week, don't say anything. You really need to mend it. I don't care, I'll come anyway."

Qing smiled helplessly and said, "Okay, just a week."

A week later, Qing asked Bin again not to come here to cook, and Bin said, "Look at your face, it's still bloodless, let's do it for another week, just one week, huh?"

Qing was speechless, he knew that under such circumstances, if he forced Bin to leave, Bin would not leave.

A week later, just as Qing was about to speak, Bin said first, "You need to take care of your skin and bones for a hundred days, not to mention that you are hurting your vitality. I will cook for you for another week. Besides, I'm also doing it for my filming career, and I don't want my models to fly away when the wind blows."

Qing Wangbin began to play tricks, really dumbfounded, and said helplessly: "I have really recovered. Besides, I can cook for myself, or I can order takeaway. If not, I can go to restaurants every now and then to eat."

Bin said: "What do you do by yourself? It's not clear water noodles, takeaway meals, you will get tired of eating them for three days. Besides, the restaurant meals are not as clean as mine, let alone delicious? Let me give You cook for a week, you eat it well, as long as your face turns red, I promise not to cook for you again!"

Qing sighed, looked at the smiling Bin again, and couldn't say anything.After Bin cooked meals for him for three weeks, Qing didn't say anything, he knew it was useless to talk, although Bin always listened to him, but it really came to a moment closely related to his health, Bin is no longer the obedient Bin.And Bin pretended that he hadn't said anything or made any promises before, and continued to cook for another week.

Until Qing strongly protested and said: "You can't eat like a pig anymore, if you continue like this, you will definitely not be allowed to come in."

Bin looked at Qing, smiled and said, "Look at my results, it's rosy and beautiful, just follow me, I promise to make you fat and white."

Qing also looked at him and said with a smile: "Stop dreaming, go find a real wife quickly, don't waste time with me every day."

Bin said again: "I married a wife, how can I take care of you. Hey, I see that there is a treadmill in your study. Do you usually exercise?"

Qing pursed her lips, and looked back at the study: "I don't need you to take care of it. I bought that treadmill before, and I used it a lot in the past, but I'm too lazy to exercise now." I bought it for him for running and exercising. He used to exercise every day according to the fitness plan formulated by Yu without landing. Yu sometimes stroked his waist and said that exercise is very effective. Elegant, this kind of feel is the most attractive.Later, he also wanted to dispose of all the things Yu gave him, including the treadmill, but in the end he kept them.To this day, he still keeps many of the things Yu gave him. He always feels that those things are special and he is reluctant to throw them away. If he loses them, his heart seems to be lost too.It was just the clothes and shoes that Yu gave him, which he never wore again.Thinking of these, my heart was a little blocked, and my eyes darkened.

Bin saw the slight change in Qing's expression, and he vaguely guessed that Qing's illness also had a heart disease factor. Long-term mental depression and emotional sadness will lead to aggravated or repeated attacks of stomach disease, and this heart disease should also have something to do with the person in Qing's heart. Related, now it seems that the treadmill that I just accidentally mentioned is also related to that person, but he didn't ask anything, he knew that even if he asked, Qing would dismiss the topic lightly, and then smiled and said : "Okay, then I won't continue to gain weight. Don't forget that you are still my guest model, take good care of yourself. I'm leaving first, and you have to treat me to a meal in a few days and treat me well."

Qing smiled and said good bye, bye bye, and sent Bin out of the door.

During the period when Bin "forced" Qing to recuperate from his illness, Kuo seemed to be in the deep water for a long time, and then suddenly began to emerge from the water. He began to contact Qing every now and then, always wanting to meet Qing, but Qing said he was not in the mood to go out, so he refused. up.It's not that he doesn't want to see Kuo, but that he doesn't want Kuo to see his ashen face. He knows that Kuo's worries are no less and lighter than Bin's.Kuo sent a message to say hello every once in a while, how do you feel?Or, how have you been lately?Or, are you in the mood to come out for a cup of tea today?Or, bought the book you recommended today.Or, or...or like the message he received just now: "I dreamed about you again last night, and I want to see you."

Qing thought, Kuo still didn't give up.I don’t know when Kuo’s love for him was deeply planted. It may have been a long time ago. There is no specific time limit. In the daily life, the seeds are slowly planted, rooted slowly, sprouted slowly, slowly Slowly opening branches and leaves, and growing into a towering tree standing tall, sheltering him from wind and rain, letting him be ruthless and willful.

All kinds of good things Kuo usually did to him flashed in his mind one by one. During the more than 20 years of getting along with him, these good things were too many, too subtle, and too touching.It's just that he has been ignoring these, or he is used to it.

Kuo has always been taking care of him and accommodating him.In front of Yu, he will worry about Yu's feelings. In front of other people, he instinctively distances himself psychologically and keeps a certain distance, such as Bin, but he always does whatever he wants in front of Kuo, and he doesn't worry about it. Kuo, no matter what Kuo thinks, it seems that Kuo was born to treat him like a young master.Since he was young, he brought and delivered meals to him, and washed his lunch boxes and spoons.During the winter vacation, I went to a cram school, afraid that he would catch a cold wind, so I rode a bicycle halfway across the city to pick him up, like a wall to block him from the wind.When Kuo accidentally said the wrong thing, he was annoyed regardless, and walked away, but Kuo had been carefully following behind him, right?He likes to drink tea. When new teas are released, Kuohui will deliver the first batch of Mingqian teas to him as soon as possible, and will make a special trip to Wuxi to customize a purple clay tea set for him.He walked to the door to take a look at the hotel he had booked, because if he just said that he didn't like the place, Kuo would change the hotel temporarily.Kuo invited him to have tea and dinner, and he could change his mind temporarily because of a bad mood, or he could lose his mind while drinking tea.He made an appointment with Kuo, if Kuo had to come late due to something, he would turn around and go home and cancel the appointment because he didn't like waiting for people.He doesn't like noisy places, so Kuo usually pays special attention to elegant and quiet restaurants and cafes, and he has to check in advance before inviting him over for dinner. He will recommend special dishes that are suitable for him, and he will not be able to finish them. Or the unaccustomed food was brought over and finished without any scruples. He said in embarrassment that it was my leftovers, but Kuo said indifferently: "Why are you afraid of the leftovers? I didn't eat less at that time."

After so many years, since Yu doesn't love him anymore, why should he be so persistent.

So many years have passed, he has a successful career and a lot of popularity, but he has endured various pressures from his family, friends and society, sticking to his feelings, unwavering, uncompromising, and unyielding, unlike... Yu.

If he didn't fall in love with Yu Xianxian, he would definitely fall in love with Kuo.

He sometimes wondered if fate was playing tricks on him on purpose.He wanted the perfect relationship from generation to generation, from first love to whitehead, he had worked so hard, but he couldn't get it, and he couldn't get it in this life, and the kind of life he was looking forward to was only emotional for one person, for such a person , in the midst of material desires, power and status, fearless, leaving the eyes of the world behind, like Florentino to Fermina, like Gregory to Aksinya, like Jiu Mu To Rinko, like Edgar Hoover to Clyde Tolson... This kind of love is in front of him, but he can't accept it. It makes him struggle and breathe in the emotional entanglement of several people, hurting Others have also suffered themselves.

No matter what the result will be, should we try to give Kuo a chance?Should I also try to give myself a chance?Don't let Kuo and himself have regrets in life on the day they die because they never started each other.