kinda straight me

Jingyi left a phone number before saying goodbye.

She said that after all they have been separated for so many years, Angkor may have his own life, she respects his decision, and it is up to him whether to contact or not.

Jing Yi left, and the piece of paper with a string of numbers was quietly placed on the table.

Wu Jing'an was sitting alone in a cold cafe. During the Mid-Autumn Festival, family reunion, a young couple pulled a naughty child on the road outside the window, a well-behaved daughter supported the middle-aged mother, and the gray-haired old couple pushed The shopping cart in the supermarket, even the owner of the cafe smiled apologetically and said to him, customers, today is a holiday, and I want to close early, I wonder if you can...

Wu Jingan said "I'm sorry" and hurried out. The boss hurriedly called him, "You forgot something."

The note was stuffed in his hand, and the boss smiled kindly, maybe it was an important number, what should I do if I lose it.

Wu Jingan looked at the note in his hand in bewilderment.

The boss said that it's the holidays, whether it's a relative or a friend, you can get in touch.

Coming out of the cafe, Wu Jingan walked aimlessly on the street.

The phone number hidden in his breast pocket was like a time bomb, making it impossible for him to settle down no matter what he did.

Going home, the family is also lonely and unmarried.The people he loves and those who love him cannot give him a home on family reunion night.

It's a bit like a junior.

It was more than two hours before seven o'clock, and he didn't want to disturb the dumb uncle and the others right now.

Sitting in front of the stone bench by the side of the road, he stared blankly at the continuous flow of vehicles on the road.

Time seems to be pulled back more than ten years ago, a high-spirited young man dragged him to run wildly on the road.

The boy said: One day I will also buy a car, and I will never have to catch the bus again.Jing An, when the time comes, you will sit next to me, and I will take you to and from get off work every day, okay?

Wu Jing'an smiled, the boy's short black hair was blown tousled by the wind, and that unworldly smiling face was pure and dazzling.

He took out the piece of paper from his pocket, a few simple numbers, he didn't dare to look at it, and closed his eyes gently.

He was afraid that he would memorize the number uncontrollably, afraid--

He took out his mobile phone, glanced at the number on the note, and pressed the shortcut key No. 1.

The phone rang three times before it was connected, and he said, "Where are you?"

The person on the other end of the phone said lazily, "Where else can I be, listening to my old man preaching! You are so noisy, outside?"

He said, "Yeah."

"It's almost six o'clock, and I'm not going back yet. Stop wandering around and go home quickly. I'll be there early tomorrow morning."

"understood."

"Okay, I won't talk nonsense with you, hurry up, go back! I'll call you later."

After hanging up the phone, Wu Jingan took a last look at the paper tightly clutched in his hand, folded it carefully, and put it back in his pocket.

He walked home with slightly heavy steps, and when he opened the door, the aroma floating in the air made him lose his mind for a moment.

From the kitchen came a "beep", followed by someone cursing.

Soon, the stainless steel spatula made a familiar sound as it rubbed against the edge of the pot. Wu Jing'an glanced suspiciously at the living room furnishings. It was definitely his home.

He followed the sound to the dining room. On the square dining table was a box of wrapped gifts, a plate of fried shrimps that looked a bit unsightly, and a reddish-brown jar filled with strange and weird things.

Wu Jingan lifted the cover curiously, and a strong fragrance came out. He stared at this famous Fuzhou dish - Buddha Jumping Wall with wide eyes in disbelief.

More than a dozen main ingredients are simmered into one pot. This wonderful combination and strong aroma are by no means cheap products made by any restaurant.

Wu Jingan took a deep breath, put down the lid in his hand, and walked towards the kitchen with some curiosity.

From the open kitchen door, he could see that the counter by the vegetable sink was full of sundries, used knives and cutting boards, spilled green peppers, and egg shells with a lot of egg liquid.

He carefully stepped over the endless accessories piled on the floor and walked into the kitchen.

A man wearing an apron was struggling with a spatula with his back turned to him. The range hood was roaring. The man picked up an open book next to him, glanced at it, and pointed back and forth at the seasoning box. He picked up a box of salt, took a spoonful and was about to throw it into the pot, then looked at the book uneasy, then poured a third of the salt in the spoon back into the box, and sprinkled the rest into the pot .

Stir-fry, keep stirring, and cursed without losing time, "Just write a stir-fry, don't say how many times to stir-fry, what kind of rubbish book...or just stir-fry a hundred times... 52, 53... 85, MD, my arms are sore... 98, 99, [-], fuck, this cooking is really physical work!"

While cursing, he put the dishes out of the pot, and some of them spilled on the countertop, which provoked another round of cursing from him.

The man turned around with the vegetables, and the big living man standing in front of him scared him back a step, and almost threw away the hard-fried vegetables in his hand.

"You are a mouse, you don't make a sound, you want to scare me to death!"

Wu Jingan smiled, "Why are you here? Didn't you say you're staying at home today?"

Suspicious red appeared on Xu Hui's face, and he cleared his throat unnaturally, "I'm not afraid that you will get angry, hey, I told you to come back quickly, you really hurry, so obedient! You come back 10 minutes later It's perfect."

Wu Jing'an looked suspiciously at the kitchen that was passing through like a tornado, 10 minutes of perfection means, pull the kitchen door, and just look at the results of the restaurant!

Xu Hui brought the dishes to the table, with a flattering smile on his face, "How about it, are you surprised enough?"

Xu Hui in Wu Jingan's eyes opened a pair of peach blossom eyes, with a stunning and charming smile, wearing an apron with a dyeing room open, pointing at a table of exquisite dishes, expecting a perfect compliment.

Feeling a little cute.

Wu Jingan said with a smile, "I'm very surprised."

Xu Hui nodded in full satisfaction, and said confidently: "Jing An, how will you live without me!"

During the meal, Wu Jing'an asked Xu Hui where did the Buddha jump over the wall come from, and even if he threw all eighteen kinds of precious ingredients at him, he would not be able to make such an excellent taste.

Xu Hui glanced at him with displeasure. The Fuzhou famous chef specially invited by the family yesterday simmered an altar of Buddha jumping over the wall. He stole half of it, and he might be scolded when he went back!

Wu Jingan said: "Why do you do this, I don't care about eating this little thing."

Xu Hui rolled his eyes and said, "If you have the guts, take your chopsticks out of the jar!"

Xu Hui's dishes were unsatisfactory, either salty or bland, and the assorted vegetables that he had stir-fried a hundred times were completely rotten.

However, Wu Jingan still ate very happily.

Satisfied with wine and food, someone who ate free food voluntarily went to the kitchen to clean up the battlefield.

He was very sorry to Uncle Dumb, and he agreed to go over there, and there was a table of dishes waiting for him. As a result, he made a phone call, and Uncle Zhang sighed meaningfully.

They really treat him well, he understands, but Xu Hui's sincerity---he doesn't want to let him down.

Coming out of the kitchen, I saw Xu Hui sitting on the armchair on the balcony and waiting. There was a pot of tea, two small teacups and the mysterious gift on the small table next to him.

Wu Jingan walked over, sat on another chair, and asked him, "Has Chang'e come out?"

Xu Hui took a sip from the teacup, and the old god said, "What's the hurry, this Wu Gang is still cutting down trees, and the Jade Rabbit is still making medicine. When the prelude is over, Sister Chang will come out."

Wu Jing'an frowned while listening to the man's ostentatious nonsense, and glanced at the wrapped gift on the table, "What is this?"

Xu Hui moved his face closer to him, "Curious? If you're curious, open it and have a look. Maybe it's a frighteningly expensive gift."

Wu Jingan thought for a while, "You want to give me a villa?"

Xu Hui sat upright, and glanced at him resentfully, "You're still so vulgar after following me for so long, what should we do, tsk tsk tsk, Comrade Wu Xiaoling, we have to arrest quality education!"

Wu Jingan squinted his eyes and rushed forward to bite the man's mouth hard, "Believe it or not, I'll make your dick bend around tonight!"

Xu Hui smacked his lips, reminiscing about the sweet taste, "You are out of action tonight, just because of this excitement, you will be suppressed by me for ten and a half months, recognize the reality!"

Wu Jing'an was too lazy to talk to him, so he removed the fancy and useless packaging.

It was a simple and elegant box with no obvious contents. Wu Jingan glanced at him suspiciously and opened the box lid.

There are only four snowy mooncakes inside, which look ordinary, but there are four words written on the mooncake skins: May you be safe.

Wu Jingan tightened his grip on the box, as if someone stuffed his heart into a big honeypot, so sweet it was about to bubble.

Xu Hui said: "It's so hard to find a coconut carving that promises you peace and you throw it away, order a ring and you throw it away too! You say you have a grudge against me, right? You have to give the mooncake whatever you want today." I stuffed it all in my stomach, I see you throw it away!"

Wu Jingan stared at the four mooncakes the size of fists, unable to speak for a long time.

With a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, he silently recited the four meaningful words in his heart.

May you be safe, Xu Hui, Wu Jingan.

It only makes sense if two people are together!

Seeing him like that, Xu Hui felt elated, and finally his hard work was not in vain, "I'm right, it's useless for you to turn around today, look at how moved you are, wash it up tonight, let me have a good time !"

Wu Jingan's emotions that were soaring to the top of his head just now were all beaten back by his words, and he strangled someone's neck with both hands, "It's beautiful, you, with your poor craftsmanship, can this mooncake be eaten? Use arsenic as candy!"

Xu Hui tried his best to control his violence while defending, "Fart! I have been training with people for a month for these few cakes. I know you don't like sweets. I studied your taste and didn't put sugar on purpose. This technique I got it by sacrificing my appearance. You have no conscience!"

Wu Jingan smiled, "Sacrificing your hue?"

Xu Hui straightened his collar and gave him a white look, "Your man is very attractive, that old man's little granddaughter was fascinated by me at a glance, otherwise, do you think that old man is willing to teach you this unique skill? I?"

While talking, Xu Hui took a mooncake with the word "Xu" and stuffed it into Wu Jingan's mouth.

Take a bite, and the strong durian flavor comes out from the gap.The soft and hard mooncake skin is wrapped with very fresh durian pulp, almost no moisture is lost, and it is not as sweet as ordinary mooncakes. Wu Jingan ate two in a row.

After finishing speaking, he asked casually, "How old is that little girl?"

Xu Hui lowered his voice and said, "8 years old."

"Puchi..." Wu Jingan was overjoyed, "Hey, then where did you sacrifice yourself?"

Xu Hui looked awkward, "You don't know, the freckles on that little girl's face made me kiss her cheek before she begged her grandpa to teach me."

Wu Jing'an said: "You don't even let off young girls, they are beasts."

"Ping An" who was chewing ham stuffing in Xu Hui's mouth swayed his legs triumphantly, "How is today's show? Is it really enjoyable?"

Wu Jingan curled his lips, "You haven't finished yet, one promises you peace, what tricks do you want to conjure up? As for it!"

Xu Hui was not happy anymore, and his eyebrows were tightly frowned, "I just can't stop, tomorrow I will make you safe dumplings, promise you safe Lantern Festival, promise you safe chocolate, promise you safe rice dumplings, I will make you happy." 360 five days a year with Xu Hui and I will never end, no more!"

Wu Jingan was so shocked by his roar that he was speechless for a long time.

That night, he was still pinned down by the man.

In the dream, he was brought to the dining table by a man, and there were plates of dumplings, Lantern Festival, moon cakes, and zongzi on it, all with the words "Pursue you safe" written on them.

Xu Hui smiled and watched him eat up all of these, until his stomach exploded.

When he woke up the next day, Xu Hui had already gone for a morning run as usual, Wu Jingan got up and went to the bathroom, and took out the folded paper from his coat pocket.

He said, Jing Cheng, 11 years, we have missed 11 years.

The note was folded flat, and inside it contained the last trace of his fate with Jing Cheng.

He said that 11 years is enough to turn us into mature adults, no longer teenagers of seventeen or eighteen, and the time we missed in the middle cannot be summed up in a short sentence.

Pressing the lighter, the flames shot out quickly and gradually approached the paper.

He said, I have a new lover. Although that person is not very good, he is also working hard with me to go on this hard road.

The flames devoured the paper, and after a few seconds, only black ash remained, discarded in the toilet.

He said, goodbye, Jing Cheng.

A few minutes later, he called Xu Hui, "Where are you...I'll find you... Let's go for a run together, it's time for me to exercise too...By the way, let's have breakfast together."

Putting on his sneakers, he trotted downstairs. Under the cloudless sky, a tall and straight man stood far away.

He showed a smile and moved towards the goal of promising you peace.