Cold violence

The author has something to say: The second watch is here, and I suddenly remembered that today is Children's Day.I wish you all a happy Children's Day-

Zhou Yu's head was heavy, and he rubbed something on his head indiscriminately. He realized that it was He Chu's hand, and he couldn't help but froze.

He raised his head and glanced at He Chu, but He Chu quickly withdrew his hand, blinked at him, and pulled away the pistol in Zhou Yu's hand as if nothing had happened. Water glass, help him take the glass to wash.

Zhou Yu was a little helpless, he heard the sound of water splashing in the kitchen, within a minute He Chu came out with the bowls and chopsticks, helped Zhou Yu set the tableware, sat next to Zhou Yu, and said with a smile: "Try it quickly. "

He picked up a chopstick of mutton for Zhou Yu, but he didn't put it in Zhou Yu's bowl. Instead, he blew it by his mouth and brought it to Zhou Yu's mouth.

This action was too intimate, Zhou Yu remained silent for a long time.

"I'll do it myself."

"Okay." He Chu didn't care about Zhou Yu's resistance, put the mutton into Zhou Yu's bowl, and stuffed the chopsticks into his palm with his own hands.He watched Zhou Yu put the piece of mutton into his mouth, the mutton propped his cheek into a small bulge, and then he chewed slowly, He Chu saw his throat rolling.

"Is it tasty?"

"Well," Zhou Yu's expression was unclear under the heat of the hot pot, and He Chu could only see him nodding his head slightly, and only after the heat dissipated did he hear him say, "The craftsmanship is pretty good."

Zhou Yu's mouth is very tricky, if he says it's delicious, it must be without any falsehood.

In fact, the first time he smelled the fragrance, he couldn't help but want to swallow his saliva. He hasn't eaten the food made by He Chu for a long time, and he has actually forgotten the taste many years ago, but as long as he thinks of this The dish was made by He Chu, and he was inexplicably moved.

It's not that I haven't eaten delicacies from mountains and seas in these years, but I still can't forget the simple dishes I ate when I was young.

"If you like it, I'll make more for you," He Chu said with a smile, "I only cooked for you..."

Zhou Yu didn't speak, He Chu went on to say: "Actually, I feel that my cooking was not so delicious in the past, and it's just that you eat very efficiently every time. Is the taste much worse now than before? I went abroad before... I practiced it occasionally, and no one has tasted it..."

"Yeah." Zhou Yu took another piece of mutton with his chopsticks, and promised vaguely, indicating that he was listening.

But in fact, the sound of the hot pot boiling and He Chu's whispered voice were mixed together, so that Zhou Yu couldn't hear it clearly, and because of his illness, he had a strange brain circuit, so he had to eat He Chu slowly. Picking up the mutton for him, he filtered He Chu's words into a sentence he wanted to say, "Good craftsmanship".

"When I first went to the UK, it was really difficult. I didn't know the place well, and my dad didn't care about me, so he left me there alone. At that time, I wondered if I was my own."

He smiled, as if he had a deep nostalgia for the past days, and said: "It's always raining in England, and I hate rain the most... and the living habits of those eyebrows and the domestic customs. There is also a lot of difference, and... In fact, after all, the classization over there is a bit serious, and the rich second generation like me actually don't get along very well with them."

"Classification?" Zhou Yu heard a word.

"Well, some things in their thinking have actually been deeply ingrained. Outsiders like me couldn't help being less palatable in the past... and they discriminate against accents. I can't speak a London accent, and their staple food only eats potatoes. …At that time, I was really about to be vomited when I ate potatoes. Later, I tried my best to make them delicious, and finally found that Chinese food is the easiest to cook…”

He babbled about his affairs in England, and he would complain to Zhou Yu in front of him, watching Zhou Yu's furrowed eyebrows getting deeper and deeper, and then he only talked about the interesting things he had experienced, to himself. The life alone, and the anguish in his heart when he was treated coldly did not talk about it.

Zhou Yu listened to his pretendingly relaxed tone, and realized belatedly that He Chu also went abroad in those years.It's just that there is an Atlantic distance between them, and the five-hour time difference between the two of them missed more than a little bit.

Occasionally, he would think about He Chu on this side for a while, wondering if He Chu would also be on the other side, thinking about him alone.

Now the little young master who was raised and raised has finally learned what it means to "report good news but not bad news" when facing the person he likes, instead of being coquettish and self-willed to let others comfort him.

He frowned, and he could probably imagine how difficult it was for He Chu.

Although he is alone, there is still his family behind him, who can pay for him abroad.But He Chu was alone in a foreign country. He was used to the excitement, so he didn't know how uncomfortable it was.

In fact, it's not that He Chu doesn't want to say things that make him sad.

He just knew that Zhou Yu's life was actually worse than his.

Zhou Yu went abroad after the college entrance examination, and he has such a noble personality, maybe some people who discriminate against the Chinese will squeeze him out.What's more, he seems to have taken over their family's company not long after he entered college. He, a young man who should have looked forward to the future in college, was shackled by his family like that, and he didn't even have the chance to chase his dreams. .

It was not without reason that he worried about Zhou Yu being excluded.Because even a person like He Chu, who can eat everywhere he goes, has been very unpopular for a long time. He is far away in a foreign country, and there is no one around him to talk. During that time, he only wanted to Lock yourself up alone, no one can see him.

He didn't want to be discriminated against, and he was also afraid of being looked down upon.

So in those two years, he wanted Zhou Yu more than ever.

Thinking of everything they have experienced together, thinking of every question they have done together, every road they have walked, thinking of Zhou Yu's handsome but slightly cold face.

He didn't know what happened to Zhou Yu in the end, he didn't even know the distance between him and Zhou Yu, whether his thoughts at this moment could pass through this space to reach Zhou Yu's end, half of his thoughts were allocated to the present, But there is no definite end point, and the remaining half of the shadows of missing all travel through time and are confessed to his past.

Only then did he understand how sad Zhou Yu's two years in high school were.

Even a sunny person like He Chu almost collapsed, let alone Zhou Yu?Fortunately, Zhou Yu is such a person, he doesn't care what others think of him, he only does his own thing, he never makes unnecessary resistance in this state, not because he doesn't care, but because he is used to it.

Later, He Chu thought back on his three years in high school... The thing that made him most grateful was not that he was liked by Zhou Yu, but that Zhou Yu had persisted until now.

And now Zhou Yu is listening to He Chu telling his story in his ear, eating the dishes he cooked, and answering a word or two from time to time, which is a great happiness for He Chu.

Because this person is still there, he hasn't gone too far, he is still in a place where he can see, and he has plenty of time, so he can always chase Zhou Yu back.

When he was learning how to cook, he thought that Zhou Yu liked his cooking so much before, so now he must practice his skills so that he can cook for that picky eater Zhou Yu in the future.

For so many years, he has even developed a taste similar to Zhou Yu's, in order to bring the two of them closer when they meet this person again.

In some respects, he is living more and more like Zhou Yu. If there is no Zhou Yu these years, He Chu may have really collapsed when he had no one to pin his emotions to during the two years in England.

"He Chu," Zhou Yu suddenly interrupted when he heard He Chu talking non-stop. He buried his head and couldn't see his expression clearly. He could only hear him say lightly, "Let's eat." Then he raised his head hand, picked up a chopstick dish for He Chu and put it into his bowl, and added: "It's really delicious."

Hearing what He Chu said made him feel very uncomfortable. Up to now, he couldn't see He Chu being wronged at all. Even though those grievances had already been suffered, He Chu could talk about him now as an after-dinner chat, but Zhou Yu didn't participate in it personally, and he couldn't listen to those words that he obviously wanted to say but abruptly broke into some good words.

The two of them are really similar sometimes, like when Zhou Yu sometimes looks at the current He Chu, he can't help but think of himself in the past.

After living for so many years, he neither wants to make himself sad, nor does he want to hear the people around him feel sad.

He Chu laughed out loud, but seeing Zhou Yu's serious expression, he couldn't help but deepen that smile.

What kind of nonsense are you talking about...

Zhou Yu was probably sick, so he didn't know what he was talking about here?

He looked at Zhou Yu's face with a touch of blush, it was actually because of the fever that scorched his cheeks, but he felt that Zhou Yu finally looked a little human like this, and a little more cute.

But he still didn't want to let Zhou Yu get sick, thinking that in the past few days, Zhou Yu must finish taking the medicine on time every day.

"Well, okay, let's eat."

He wanted to reach out to rub Zhou Yu's hair again, knowing that Zhou Yu didn't want to, but his heart was still itchy.

In the end, the hand he stretched out was to hold the spoon and help Zhou Yu pick out the mutton. Zhou Yu lowered his head and ate a little carelessly, so He Chu knocked his bowl with the spoon and said seriously : "Kids, eat well."

Probably because he knew that Zhou Yu might react slowly when he was sick and would not care about himself, He Chu became more courageous to talk to Zhou Yu.

Zhou Yu raised his head, the meat in his mouth hadn't been swallowed, and he said something vaguely. He Chu was taken aback, and asked him, "What did you just say? Say it again?"

After Zhou Yu finished chewing and swallowing slowly, he glanced at him lightly and said, "You are so long-winded."

He Chu lowered his head and smiled, and responded softly: "Hey, I'm here."

Zhou Yu ignored him, as if he didn't want to see He Chu like this, but felt the temperature on his face rise a little bit.

— not hot.

It's because when he heard the word "little friend" just now, he subconsciously replied: "Got it, little friend He Chu."