Aesthetics of Violence [Entertainment]

"Retired?!"

Ge Qiao was stuffing coins into a shopping cart, when he heard that his hand shook, the shopping cart unlocked with a "click", and the chains attached to the row of shopping carts made clanking sounds.

He asked three times like a rapid-fire cannon: "Why did you retire? Zhu Zan agreed? Are you two breaking up?"

Zhong Mingcan went around to the other side of him, took the shopping cart from him, pushed it forward, and replied one by one: "I don't want to play anymore, I agreed, and there is no trouble."

"Then you..." Ge Qiao hesitated to speak, frowning.

Zhong Ming smiled and tapped his shoulder lightly: "For the audience, my retirement must be more interesting than winning the championship and runner-up. How should I put it, it's a win-win situation."

This person used words indiscriminately, and Ge Qiao was startled: "Do you know what 'win-win' means?"

Zhong Mingcan led him to the drink shelf first, and raised his chin to signal for him to choose.

Ge Qiao took a few bottles of juice and Sprite from the shelf, thought for a while, and threw a few bottles of calcium milk and a can of Coke into the car.

Zhong Mingcan straightened the beverage bottles in the shopping cart and said, "Of course I know, everyone got what they wanted, and this is a win-win situation."

"...Then what did you get?"

"Freedom." Zhong Mingcan smiled brilliantly.

"Wow——" Hearing him say such a reason full of love and peace, Ge Qiao was speechless. He could only utter an exclamation, and felt that it was not enough to express his inner thoughts. It's so melodious.

Zhong Mingcan weighed a grapefruit, hesitated for two seconds, and went straight to the weighing platform.

Ge Qiao chased after him and asked, "You don't regret it?"

"What do you regret?" Zhong Mingcan took the weighed grapefruit and put it in the car basket.

What do you regret——

Ge Qiao's words were stuck in his throat, but he couldn't speak them out.He also knew that Zhong Mingcan would not regret it at all, to be exact, he might not feel anything at all.

"This is a very irresponsible behavior..." In the end, he choked out such a sentence. He wanted to be serious, but in the middle of speaking, his heart softened and he couldn't bear it. His voice became smaller and smaller, and it didn't sound like much blame .

Zhong Mingcan was bagging the oranges. He picked from the pile of oranges, then picked up a small piece of orange petal from the tasting table and stuffed it into his mouth.

Ge Qiao had it in his mouth, and while chewing on the sweetness, he muttered vaguely: "Anyway, it's very wrong for you to do this..."

Zhong Mingcan casually chimed in with a smile, "Hmm, that's wrong," he looked around, and asked, "What fruit do you want to eat?"

Seeing Zhong Mingcan's indifferent attitude, Ge Qiao felt as if he had punched the cotton, let alone say serious words, he pursed his lips, and turned his head angrily: "Don't eat!"

"Then let's go." Zhong Mingcan didn't want to delve into this topic at first, he pinched Ge Qiao's earlobe, and pushed the shopping cart to the snack area. After walking a few steps, he found that Ge Qiao didn't follow. He was lowering his head, poking a big white-haired winter melon with his fingers intently.

Zhong Mingcan had no choice but to take a few steps backwards, stood beside Ge Qiao, poked him with his elbow, and joked, "Why are you in a daze? Do you want to buy vegetables and cook for me?"

Hearing this, Ge Qiao raised his head suddenly, his pupils sparkled under the shining white light above his head.

Zhong Mingcan was taken aback by the light in his eyes.

"Do you really want to cook for me?"

"Yeah!" Ge Qiao nodded vigorously, with solemnity and determination, he said, "I want to mourn for you and set up a luxurious sacrificial table for you..."

Now Zhong Mingcan was even more confused.

"It's nothing." Ge Qiao patted his head pitifully, with an affectionate tone, "Since it's already like this, just promise me one thing, let's uninstall Weibo from now on and stop surfing the Internet, okay ?"

That night, Ge Qiao was in charge of cooking a meal for Zhong Mingcan.

Originally, it was just because he imagined how many vicious public opinion attacks Zhong Mingcan's retirement would bring to him, and he felt a little resentful and had nowhere to vent, so he proposed to cook by himself on a whim, but Zhong Mingcan pulled him to choose left and right without saying a word. I bought a lot of vegetables and fish and came back. It seemed that I was in the right place, and I didn't want to let go of this opportunity at all.

But when Ge Qiao really stood in the kitchen and started messing around, Zhong Mingcan was staring at his figure, no matter how he looked at him, he felt uneasy.

This feeling is like the trainer staring at the recruits for live ammunition training. The recruits only find it novel and interesting to see the live ammunition.

Ge Qiao didn't seem to be aware of the danger at all. He rolled up his sleeves, moved his wrists, and pulled out a fruit knife from the knife holder. In an instant, he split the tomato on the chopping board in half. Chic, free and easy.

Looking at the beautiful and symmetrical two tomatoes still dripping red juice in front of him, he was very satisfied and his self-confidence rose. He squinted at the "coach officer" next to him triumphantly, and said, "Did you see it? I It’s just that I’m too lazy to cook, but it’s really not a problem at all!”

Zhong Mingcan said, "Well, yes."

"Then don't stand by and look at me, it's like staring at a prisoner..." He wanted to drive Zhong Mingcan out.

"No." Zhong Mingcan refused straight away, he couldn't rest assured, "The chef also needs assistants, and it's almost eight o'clock now, you're busy all by yourself, when can we have dinner?"

Ge Qiao understood and nodded: "Then help me prepare all the materials."

Zhong Mingcan didn't think about it. This is actually a process he is familiar with. At this moment, he set off to open the closet like a conditioned reflex, took out the dishes, and bent down to take out a few bottles from the drawer, which contained salt, vinegar, soy sauce and other seasonings, waiting for him to cook. After finishing this, when I stood in front of the sink and took out the raw chicken wings from the black plastic bag to wash, I remembered to ask: "I've prepared everything for you, so what are you doing?"

Ge Qiao narrowed his eyes with a smile, and he said triumphantly: "The chef has a lot to do, such as lighting the fire, turning the spoon, keeping track of the time, tasting the taste, and finally serving..."

The two of them were busy working together, and the meal was indeed richer than usual, with three dishes and one soup, both meat and vegetables. Ge Qiao has long been influenced by the refinement of Shen Yu, the landlord, and pays special attention to the appearance of food. After more than ten minutes, just when Zhong Mingcan was about to take a bite of tomato scrambled eggs, Ge Qiao finally announced loudly: "Dinner is ready!"

It was said that Ge Qiao was in charge of the cooking, but in fact, apart from flipping the pot a few times with a spatula, he really had nothing to do, even the seasoning was poured in by Zhong Mingcan.

But Ge Qiao still smelled the rare smell of fireworks on his body from the rumble of the range hood and the hot white gas rising from the pot, so he was very excited.

He unscrewed two bottles of drinks, put one in front of Zhong Mingcan and the other in front of himself, and said loudly: "Today! Let's replace wine with Sprite and fruit juice! First, to celebrate Comrade Ge Qiao's first cooking! Second, to commemorate Comrade Zhong Mingcan’s passerby favorability!" He raised the drink bottle, raised it to the sky, then poured it into his mouth, and then blinked with a smile, "You take a sip, too, quick!"

Zhong Mingcan drank obediently, smiled helplessly, and accompanied him to celebrate first and then mourn in silence for a long time.

After he was full, Ge Qiao piled the dishes into the kitchen sink, and waited for Zhong Mingcan to take the initiative to do the job of washing the dishes. Then he retreated to his fixed position on the sofa. What to do, what to say, I feel that this meal is still a bit of a fly in the ointment , regrettably muttered alone: ​​"I didn't buy wine, I should buy a few more bottles..."

When his hand was free, it started to itch again. He unconsciously turned on the screen of his phone and flipped his fingers to the small Weibo icon.

He paused, hesitated for a moment, and finally locked the screen.

The worst result is nothing but a bloodbath on the Internet, since Zhong Mingcan doesn't care, why is he unwilling.

The variety show that Lucifer participated in was playing on TV. Ge Qiao glanced at it and saw the close-up shot of Kong Qingshan. He was being bullied. Facing the double attack of the host and the members, he grinned helplessly.

The dimples on his cheeks were getting lighter.

The child seems to have lost weight again.

The sound of water in the kitchen had disappeared for a while, and when Zhong Mingcan came out of the studio, the program just entered the commercial break, and a majestic chanting sounded, Ge Qiao picked up the remote control and tuned to other channels.

The newly tuned channel is broadcasting the Anti-Japanese War drama that Hu Zhinan was chasing.

"Remember what you told me last time?" Zhong Mingcan said suddenly when he walked straight to Ge Qiao.

Ge Qiao looked over in a daze, only to see Zhong Mingcan shaking the MP3 in his hand, and shaking the earphone cable in the other hand.He joked leisurely: "I remember someone told me, what will he do for me after I finish writing a song?" He said while passing the MP3 over.

Ge Qiao took it, the corners of his mouth moved slightly, but he tried to pretend that nothing had happened. He lowered his head and pressed the buttons on the MP3, staring at the small screen very seriously, ignoring Zhong Mingchan's question at all.There was no way, Zhong Mingcan personally put on the earphones for him.

"The new demo has been written, four songs," Zhong Mingcan's hand brushed past Ge Qiao's ear, and then lightly pulled his chin, forcing him to look at himself with a smile on his face, "Don't pretend, just say it, One-time payment or installment payment?"

Ge Qiao in the bathroom mirror looked tired under the incandescent light above his head, the thin red corners of his eyes contrasted with the blood red on his lips, he squinted his eyes, trying to avoid the wound, brushing his teeth and rinsing his mouth.

Zhong Mingcan was lying on the sofa reading a book, looking very serious, but his ears were always facing the direction of the bathroom, paying attention to the movement inside.

The sound of the water stopped, and Ge Qiao came out stepping on his slippers, kicked Zhong Mingchan's calf, and shouted angrily, "You fucking have the face to sit here!"

The atmosphere was completely different from the warm and sweet one an hour ago.In fact, he himself was dishonest, and he had to be brave when he made a fuss. He suddenly wanted to unlock a new posture, but he failed to squat firmly and stumbled, his chin hit the sofa, and he bit his lip.

Zhong Mingcan said "Ouch", as if he had been preparing for a long time, he threw the book aside and bounced off the sofa in an instant.He took out a small medical box from the TV cabinet in two steps in three steps. There were various medicines in it. He tossed about twice, and then he took out a bottle of iodine and a band-aid from the box.

Ge Qiao saw it in his eyes: "You even bought the disinfectant?"

It’s no secret that Zhong Mingcan also cares about every detail in his daily life. If you go to the medical kit, you will even find gauze, erythromycin eye ointment, loratadine and some other strange things in it. medicines.

Ge Qiao poked his head restlessly to see what else was in the medical box, but Zhong Mingchan's hand was a step ahead of him, closed the box and stuffed it back into the TV cabinet, and caught him with his backhand.

"You can search online for regular medicines at home, and just make a list and buy them accordingly."

He carefully applied medicine to the wound on Ge Qiao's lower lip, his movements were gentle, but what he said next was particularly unpleasant: "Who made you overestimate..."

The potion just covered the small slit on the lip, and Ge Qiao didn't even bother crying out for pain. He yelled "Whoa!" and said in surprise, "You still blame me?!"

"Otherwise?" Zhong Mingcan asked back with a smile, "Isn't it because you insist on messing around? I can't stop you."

Ge Qiao complained: "For whom did I get hurt!"

"If you have the ability to promise, you have to keep your promise," Zhong Mingcan said, throwing away the wrapping paper, "There are three more times, record it in the account first, and pay it back slowly later. To be precise, it's not finished once, but it seems For the sake of your glory, please forgive me, next time I will change to a safe place, which will neither hinder your performance nor hurt you."

Ge Qiao quit and said: "No, you are doing mental work, and writing songs is your job. I am doing manual work, and I am not specialized in this! It's not fair!"

Zhong Mingcan felt that it was very reasonable, thought for a moment, and said: "Then - next time we do physical labor, let's take turns, you once, I once, is this fair?"

Ge Qiao was so choked that he couldn't speak, and stared at Zhong Mingcan with fierce eyes, thinking, he blamed himself, he was too used to him, and he turned a little milk dog into a wolf with a big tail.

Ge Qiao suddenly felt sorry, threw himself into the sofa, and gave him a vicious look.

Zhong Mingcan met his eyes with a smirk, he put the books he had just thrown away on the coffee table, then sat beside Ge Qiao and hugged him.

The heat from the air conditioner vaguely wrapped around his body, slowly fermenting his tiredness.Although I don't know the exact time, the snowflakes on the screen of the TV, as well as the faint sound of electric current, are reminding the two that it's getting late.

But the two of them hugged each other on the sofa, sharing each other's body temperature, and neither of them planned to move.

"Go to bed early," Zhong Mingcan patted Ge Qiao, breaking the harmonious silence, "Aren't you going to cheer on your girlfriend tomorrow?"

Ge Qiao moved his body and changed into a more comfortable position. Hearing this, he laughed out loud and repeated: "My girlfriend..."

Zhong Mingcan knew that Ge Qiao would focus on this word, and he emphasized it again: "Yes, your girlfriend sat next to you when watching the musical, and you drank coffee together when the show was recorded..."

Ge Qiao has always had an unusual brain circuit. At this time, his thoughts drifted to nowhere, and he actually resonated with Zhong Mingcan's old vinegar. He said: "If you say it this way, we should pay attention, Hu Shiwei. That child is very sensitive to the question of whether her friends are gay or not, we will go to her place tomorrow, but we have to stay away..."

Zhong Mingcan didn't know whether it was good or bad, so he asked, "What kind of sensitive method?"

"She wished that all the men around her were crooked," he said, and his tone rose again, like a senior admonishing a junior, "You say this child is really, if all the men around her are crooked, then she will marry herself Don't get married anymore, don't worry about yourself at all..."

"That's not very good, it shows that people are very friendly to gays."

"How can there be people who are not friendly in person now? This is a moral tax, just to tell everyone to be compassionate, compassionate, fraternal, and tolerant. After all, it is sympathy for the disadvantaged. But who cares about their mercy? What? How many people are better than me above me?"

After saying this, Ge Qiao paused, moved his neck, and changed his posture, but his voice became softer, "I'd rather meet someone who scolds me as a pervert at the first meeting, rather than say understanding and support." , secretly treating me as an alien species..."

Although Zhong Mingcan couldn't hear the reason for the faint reluctance in Ge Qiao's words, he seemed to feel it. He retracted his arms and hugged him even tighter.

Ge Qiao seemed to be in a daze, and still murmured, "I know they didn't mean anything malicious, but it's more painful. No matter what they did, even if it really made me angry, I can't blame them. The moment you want to get angry and think of 'they are all kind too', you don't understand this feeling? It's quite aggrieved..."

Zhong Mingcan didn't let him continue talking, he raised his hand to cover Ge Qiao's eyes, blocking all the light in front of him, and he whispered softly in Ge Qiao's ear: "Don't think too much, let's go to rest, You're tired and it's getting late."

Ge Qiao could feel the warmth and the faint scent of soap emanating from Zhong Mingcan's palm, and he waited quietly without moving.There was darkness in front of him, and Zhong Mingcan was very domineering, not even giving him a glimmer of light between his fingers.

But he found that the blackness that Zhong Mingcan created for him seemed very unusual, staying in the darkness in his palm, he didn't even have the slightest fear, but felt at ease.

He closed his eyes tightly, sniffing the temperature and fragrance of that hand carefully, trying to calm down the strange emotion that suddenly appeared.

Zhong Mingcan could feel the tense body of the person in his arms gradually relaxing.

After a while, just when Zhong Mingcan thought he had fallen asleep in this position, Ge Qiao finally spoke, his voice had returned to normal, and said, "I'm really sleepy, please carry me to the bed, I don't want to Moved."

The author has something to say: It’s been a long time since I wrote about my daily life…