Dead after eight years [rebirth]

Zhang Ci'an was stared at obediently lying in bed, holding the quilt with his hands like a kindergarten child being supervised to take a nap, not daring to move.

"Are you...are you still going to the store?"

He asked cautiously, wanting to keep Cheng Shuibei but didn't dare to say much, for fear that Xiaobei would leave him as soon as he closed his eyes.

Seeing his childish appearance, Cheng Shuibei laughed, got up and tucked the quilt for him, sat down on the edge of the bed, and put his hand on Zhang Cian's forehead lightly like a child sleeping.

"I'm right here, don't go away."

Only then did Zhang Ci'an close his eyes in relief.

The sound of breathing on the pillow gradually stabilized, and under Cheng Shuibei's care, Zhang Ci'an finally fell asleep.Cheng Shuibei kept his promise and did not leave. He sat on the bed and watched, but his eyes were fixed on the neat clothes on the closet next to him.

Before going to bed, Zhang Ci'an packed and folded the clothes he had just changed one by one, including his pair of socks, maroon stockings.

Cheng Shuibei has been curious about this for a long time, probably because people noticed it when he stared at it for a long time. Zhang Ci'an took the initiative to explain: "My mother bought it, and said to find someone to let me forget it. I've had bad luck in the past few years. It's better Wear red socks to ward off evil spirits, otherwise family members will suffer disaster."

Cheng Shuibei seemed to understand.

Professor Zhang, who has always believed in scientism, must have not put on the pair of maroon socks that his mother bought back then, so after the fire, he blamed himself for all the disasters and tortured himself with guilt for 16 years.

If he had listened to his mother, if he hadn't gone to the report meeting, everything would have been different.

The only answers to him were the withering roses and the long-lived centenarian with Cheng Shuibei's name written on it.

Cheng Shuibei pinched Professor Zhang's knuckles exposed outside the quilt, his hands were still as cold and thin as before, icy cold, as if he had lost all the warmth in the world.

These hands have held chalk on the podium, calculated data in the laboratory, and indulged in Cheng Shuibei's night.

He put Zhang Ci'an's hand on his cheek, and said softly: "Sleep, have a good dream."

Zhang Ci'an slept for a full ten hours.

He dreamed, for the first time, of something other than fire and bouquets.

In the dream, Cheng Shuibei was still that rambunctious young man who would stay by his side as soon as he entered the door, eating and sleeping, and crawling into his bed at night, using his warm body to warm his cold hands and heart.

He dreamed that Cheng Shuibei was walking around holding his hand, without letting go for a moment.

Zhang Ci'an woke up and opened his eyes, the room was empty, and Xiao Bei who was holding hands with him in the dream was not by his side.

He rubbed his temples, which were swollen and sore from long sleep, and got up in frustration.There is no trace of Shuibei smell on the clean sheets.

Zhang Ci'an's dream was shattered and fell into the world.

"Wake up."

The door creaked open, and Cheng Shuibei came in with a cup.

"There is no milk at home, only Cheng Nan's height-enhancing milk powder, you can make do with it."

Cheng Shuibei handed over the soaked milk powder, Zhang Ci'an quickly took it and drank it down.

"Drink so fast, I don't know how anxious you are to grow taller." Cheng Shuibei teased him with a smile.

Zhang Ci'an is one meter tall, and Cheng Shuibei's forehead is exactly the same. Xiaobei has muttered countless times, "If he is taller, he will not be able to kiss", Zhang Ci'an feels that there is really no need for him to grow taller.

Professor Zhang licked his lips, bowing his head purely and shyly.

As the setting sun came in, Cheng Shuibei went to the window and opened the curtain, looked at the bustling supermarket downstairs and said, "I'm going to pick up Cheng Nan from school later, you can leave if you want, and you can cook if you don't want to. "

After he finished speaking, he went out, leaving Zhang Ci'an sitting on the bed in a daze, not realizing what happened.

This is him, can he stay for dinner?

There was no evening self-study on Friday today, Cheng Nan stayed at school to play with his classmates, and asked Cheng Shuibei to pick him up after 06:30, Zhang Ci'an woke up just in time.

"Cheng Shuibei, why did you leave Zhang Fei alone at home, she will be scared!"

Seeing Cheng Shuibei coming alone, Cheng Nan threw the basketball into the basket of the eDonkey, jumped into the back seat of the car, and urged him to go home quickly.

Xiao Cheng was not in a hurry, he was annoyed by the urging before throwing out a sentence: "Someone is watching at home."

Home.

Zhang Ci'an reluctantly changed back into his clothes and came out of the bedroom, meeting Cheng Chacha who woke up from a nap.

Zhang Ci'an: "...good afternoon."

The puppy ran over wagging its tail, circling around the squatting Zhang Cian, sniffing his hands from time to time.

Then he was disappointed to find that this person didn't have beef jerky in his hand, only some familiar taste that seemed to belong to Brother Xiaobei.

Cheng Chacha wagged his tail for a long time but couldn't find anything to eat. He hummed as arrogantly as his brother Xiaobei, and went to the door to lie down and wait for Cheng Nan again.

Professor Zhang who was disgusted by the dog: "..."

The ingredients are ready in the kitchen, tomatoes with water drops, two or three eggs and a handful of dried noodles.

Zhang Ci'an doesn't cook many meals, and tomato stewed noodles count as one.It's easy to make braised noodles, Zhang Ci'an can deal with it casually, but Cheng Shuibei is not around, so he always deals with it like this.

Probably because Boss Cheng knew his cooking skills so well that he even prepared the ingredients so well.

Professor Zhang clenched his fists to cheer himself up, and then rolled up his sleeves to blend in with the fireworks in the kitchen.

The key turned the lock shaft, and the sound of the door opening sounded. Chacha cheered up to greet the owner, wagged his tail and clenched the trouser legs of Cheng Nan who had just entered the door, pulled him to the kitchen door, and told him that the one inside who didn't bring beef jerky robbed their house The person in the kitchen.

Cheng Nan was surprised and delighted: "Brother Ci? You haven't left yet, and Cheng Shuibei asked you to stay?"

Zhang Ci'an took off his apron, frowned and said, "Yes."

"Cheng Nan, change your shoes before entering the door, how many times have you said that!"

Cheng Shuibei entered the door, threw the key on the sofa, and raised an eyebrow at the man who was busy in the kitchen: "Is the meal ready?"

"All right."

Professor Zhang made two trips back and forth to bring out three bowls of noodles and a pot of egg drop soup, and added food to Cheng Chacha's small pink pot.

"Sorry, that's all I can do."

Professor Zhang put the bowls and chopsticks on the coffee table, and consciously moved the small bench to sit in the corner, like a kindergarten child eating obediently.

Cheng Nan looked at his loving brother, then at the awkward Cheng Shuibei, and didn't understand what was going on, but Zhang Ci'an's ability to enter the door meant that some things had been turned around.

Cheng Nan was the first to move his chopsticks. After living in Zhang Ci'an's house for so long, he hadn't eaten a meal cooked by his brother himself.

As soon as the meal was eaten, Cheng Nan regretted it.

It's bland and tasteless. Tomatoes are not like tomatoes. Eggs don't taste like eggs. Two words describe it as unpalatable.

Seeing his brother's indescribable expression, Cheng Shuibei couldn't help laughing, and turned back to put the cold and hot dishes bought on the road in the basket on plates and serve them up.

"Eat and eat, eat vegetables if you don't want to eat noodles, and remember to drink milk after eating."

Zhang Ci'an took the initiative to wash the dishes after eating, and then studied with Cheng Nan for more than two hours, chatting from Kepler to Qian Xuesen, and answered half of the questions that Cheng Nan had accumulated over the past few months—and kept the other half , wait for the next time I don’t know if there is any answer.

After Cheng Shuibei took a shower for Chacha, Zhang Ci'an hadn't left yet, and he vaguely planned to spend the night on the small sofa or on the floor.

"The house is too small to make a bed on the floor. Go back to sleep. There is a wall between my bedroom and yours. If you really can't sleep, just knock on the wall."

Cheng Shuibei pushed Zhang Ci'an, who wanted to stay at home, to go out. Before closing the door, he saw Professor Zhang's pitiful face, so he couldn't bear it and gave him a few words of symbolic comfort.

"Take your medicine on time, and knock on the door if you want to come to eat. Hmm... That milk tea is delicious. Come back next time and bring a cup for Cheng Nan."

Professor Zhang nodded obediently, and walked back to his house. After washing, he went to the room separated from Cheng Shuibei by the wall and lay down against the wall. He still couldn't sleep with his eyes closed, but his mind no longer had those images that had haunted him for many years.

Instead, it was the hut in Cheng Shuibei, with the dim lights, the dog shaking his head, and the life he wanted in the fireworks.

After the military training was over and school officially started, Cheng Nan took off his military training uniform, his neck was darkened.

And a month after the car was picked up and sent to Cheng Nan, my brother refused to take Cheng Shuibei's little pink donkey to and from school again.

"I'm already in junior high school, and our home is not far from the school. Cheng Shuibei, please buy me a bicycle. I can ride to and from school with my classmates."

Cheng Nan took back the grade one's monthly exam results, spread it on the table and raised his head to negotiate with Cheng Shuibei.

Since elementary school, Cheng Shuibei insisted not to let him go to school by himself, but he wanted his brother to avoid the ending of being trafficked in his previous life.

But now, 12-year-old Cheng Nan wants to be independent.

Cheng Shuibei looked down, his brother seemed to be a little taller than when he first came to Yunan.

Milk is useful, you have to continue to drink it.

Cheng Shuibei gritted his teeth, spent a month's income to buy Cheng Nan the most fashionable and coolest racing car, and even upgraded his brother's lady's mobile phone to a foreign mobile phone, because the mobile phone has the most advanced positioning system .

Cheng Shuibei asked his brother to keep his mobile phone with him 24 hours a day.

"Whether it's going to school or coming home after school, you have to send me a text message before you leave. You can't play with your mobile phone in class. What should you do if you can't contact me if you run out of battery? Slow down on the road!"

Cheng Shuibei supported his little e-donkey and chattered, while the impatient Cheng Nan was already waving away in his brand new car.

The puppy on the pedal barked twice, its ears rattling by the wind.

The High School Affiliated to Yu University is next door to Zhang Cian's school. Cheng Shuibei felt more at ease when he thought of this level. He sent Zhang Cian a text message to remind him to pay attention.But he still fidgeted all day and didn't eat two bites of lunch.

In the evening, Cheng Shuibei waited anxiously at the gate of the community. Before his brother could wait, he saw Zhang Cian who was also returning by bicycle.

Professor Zhang's left and right handlebars were clinking and clinking.

"Xiao Bei, why are you here?"

Zhang Ci'an pulled over and handed the things on the handlebars to Cheng Shuibei in embarrassment: "Milk tea, a new flavor, like chocolate flavor, try it if you like it."

Cheng Shuibei was not in the mood to drink milk tea, so he picked up his things and continued to look in the direction of the school: "Cheng Nan said that he came back by bicycle today, I am worried, and I am afraid that the child will lose his temper when he picks him up, so I can only wait here— —By the way, did you see him on the way here just now?"

Zhang Ci'an shook his head, but he didn't see him.

08:30 Evening self-study, even if you ride slowly, you should be home by nine o'clock.

Cheng Shuibei was walking back and forth in a hurry, Zhang Ci'an was walking beside him either with him or not, so he could only tentatively ask, "How about I ride a bike to meet him?"

"No, just wait."

Before buying a car, Dong Sining told him that children also need encouragement and affirmation to grow up.

Cheng Shuibei had nothing to do, so he could only take a sip of milk tea under Zhang Ci'an's gaze. The taste was smooth, sweet and pearly, no wonder young people like it, so he wondered if he could set up a machine for making milk tea in the bookstore .

"Next time, I'll be more considerate, so I can't just send you milk tea." Cheng Shuibei said disgustedly, thinking that if he hadn't reposted back then, with Zhang Ci'an's ability to chase people, he wouldn't be able to stay single for the rest of his life.

Professor Zhang accepted it humbly: "Okay, I will write it down."

At 09:30, Cheng Nan chatted and laughed with a group of children and finally appeared at the gate of the community.

At a glance, he saw Cheng Shuibei who was waiting on the side of the road, and Zhang Ci'an who was guarding Cheng Shuibei.

Cheng Nan bid farewell to his companions, and subconsciously realized that Cheng Shui was looking for a dog on the north side: "Where's Zhang Fei? Why did you two come out? It's too boring to take a walk without a dog."

Cheng Shuibei was angry and knew he couldn't let it go casually, so he could only shake the milk tea in his hand: "I came out to buy milk tea for you, why didn't you come home so late, I don't know if Chacha is waiting for you at home, she won't eat ?”

Cheng Nan scratched his head in embarrassment.

"I forgot the time when I was playing at school, next time I must be early!"

Cheng Shuibei originally bought basketball for his brother with the purpose of making him grow taller through sports, but the child became addicted to playing at school and forgot to return home.

But no matter what, Cheng Nanping came back safely, Cheng Shuibei could only calm down, and nodded his eyebrows and said that he would not do it again next time.

"Okay, okay, let's go home!"

Cheng Nan smiled and patted his elder brother and Cheng Shuibei on the shoulders, and took them home together.

So, Professor Zhang, who was just giving milk tea and being courteous, logically stayed at Cheng's house for dinner.

The author has something to say:

After Professor Zhang goes back, let's study hard, "One Hundred Ways of Chasing a Wife", study hard.His height is [-] plus [-] (that number is blocked and cannot be typed)