On how to turn a kind protagonist into a black lotus

The vegetable market is bustling and noisy, and all kinds of people shuttle through it looking for what they need.

"Boss, here is a big grass carp." The man looked at Mo Yue 25, but because he was wearing a white T-shirt and black jeans, and his face was tender, he looked like a college student who had just entered college.

It doesn't look like it will appear in the vegetable market at all.

"Xiao Chu hasn't come to buy fish for a long time." The boss is a man in his 30s and always has a smile on his face, so the business is pretty good.The man in front of him often came to buy fish from him before, so he recognized him.

"Yes! I was admitted to the hospital before, and after I got out, I lived in a neighboring city for three years, and I just came back recently."

It just so happened that the phone rang, and he took it out to answer it, "Hey, I'll be back later, I'll eat fish tonight, don't need to pick it up, it's not far away..."

When he hung up the phone, the fish had already been processed, and the boss calculated, "35 yuan."

"It's still the same price!" Chu Qingming gave him the money, and went to buy some ingredients with the fish.When passing by the fruit stand, I bought some apples and pears.

As soon as he left the gate of the vegetable farm, a black motorcycle was parked next to him. The person on the vehicle was wearing a black helmet, making it difficult to see his appearance.

"Boss, didn't you say you don't need to pick it up? You're tired from working all day, so just rest at home." Chu Qingming got into the car, nagging.

"Aren't you here to buy groceries after work? Besides, it's a bit far away and there's no car. I'll just pick it up in about ten minutes." Chu Wen said, putting the helmet on for him.

After a few roars, the black motorcycle quickly set off on the road.

"By the way, I'll be able to get the manuscript fee in two days. Then we can have a good celebration and eat all the big fish and meat." Chu Qingming's voice came through the helmet, which was a little unclear in the wind.

"Okay." Chu Wen replied with a smile, and after a while, he arrived at the door of the house.

They sold their original house when they left three years ago, and now they don't want to buy it again, so they rented a two-bedroom house, which is pretty good.

"Wait, I'm going to buy a few cans of beer." Chu Wen parked the motorcycle, gave Chu Qingming the key, and went to the canteen at the corner of the road.

Chu Qingming opened the door, put all the things in his hands on the kitchen counter, put on the apron, washed the rice quickly and put it in the rice cooker, and started to process the fish again.

For a while, the house became hot again.

When Chu Wen entered the door with five cans of cold beer in his arms, Chu Qingming had just covered the pot, and the air was filled with a rich aroma.

"This craftsmanship is getting better and better." Chu Wen put the beer on the table in a few steps, "How long will it be ready? If it takes a long time, I will put the beer in the refrigerator first."

"No, it will be ready in a while." Chu Qingming wiped his hands on the apron, "Set the chopsticks, and the pot will be served immediately."

"Okay." Chu Wen went to pick up his chopsticks.

After a few more minutes, Chu Qingming saw that the time was up, so he put the braised grass carp in braised sauce on the table.

The two opened a can of beer each, and the chilled beer entered their throats, making people cool from the inside out.

The two usually talked and joked a lot, but they were extraordinarily quiet at the dinner table.Chu Qingming drank beer in sips, not even picking up any fish.

It didn't take long for a can of beer to run out. Chu Qingming went to get another can in silence.

Chu Wen gently put down his chopsticks and looked at him, "Did you... miss him again?"

Chu Qingming hasn't cooked fish for three years.

When he first went to the neighboring city, Chu Wen bought him sweet-scented osmanthus cake for fear that he would be unhappy.Unexpectedly, Chu Qingming cried while eating. He said that the sweet-scented osmanthus cake was bitter.How can sweet-scented osmanthus cake be bitter? It is nothing more than the bitterness of the person who eats it.

Later, he never bought sweet-scented osmanthus cake again, and both of them were careful not to touch those things.

Chu Qingming seemed to look away, and the smiles on his face increased, and he started working and cooking.

But how can the people who grew up together not know that this person is just bearing those memories behind his back, and just doesn't want him to worry.

The room was silent, and the water droplets from the beer can pooled in one place, and then slid down on the table.

Chu Wen was quiet for a long time before he opened his mouth and said, "Tell me, did you choose to come back because you knew I had come back?"

"No. I'm not from that place." Chu Qingming raised the corners of his mouth, and poured beer again, and the can was emptied after a few strokes.

"If you really can't let it go, why did you leave in the first place? I don't believe you will go against your heart because of this reason." Seeing him open the third can, Chu Wen didn't stop him.

"It's okay, give me some more time, I will forget..." He seemed to be comforting Chu Wen, but also comforting himself.

But he knew in his heart that he would never forget it in his life, and he would live with guilt for Bai Zhaojun for the rest of his life.

"If you could go back, would you still choose to leave?" Chu Wen asked him.

Chu Qingming shook his head with a wry smile, "If there is no such thing, he and I will never meet again."

Even if they meet again, how will he face Bai Zhaojun?

Maybe this is the best result now.