After Escaping Marriage [GL]

"You forget what happened that night, okay?" The woman's calm voice was filled with depression and bitterness, containing pain that ordinary people could not imagine.

Cheng Zhanxi was silent for a long time.

In the quiet kitchen, there was only the sound of the dough being kneaded in the glass bowl, dull and long.

The dough was smooth and smooth, Cheng Zhanxi stopped, she looked at Yu Qingtang and said, "Okay."

Her eyes and voice were very gentle, without the slightest dissatisfaction or blame, but Yu Qingtang's heart seemed to be weighed down by one big stone after another, and it was uncomfortably stuffy. words come.

Cheng Zhanxi smiled softly: "do you remember where we first met?"

Yu Qingtang paused for a while, then Fang said, "Remember, at a convenience store sheltering from the rain."

Cheng Zhanxi: "Then the second time we met was at school. I went to the office to report, but you didn't recognize me."

Yu Qingtang: "I'm sorry."

Cheng Zhanxi looked at her for a while and said softly, "Come on."

Yu Qingtang put down the kitchen knife in his hand, walked in front of her, and the two looked at each other.

Cheng Zhanxi lowered her hands by her side, raised her head slightly, and placed a very soft kiss on her forehead.

"This is a seal." Cheng Zhanxi chose to use a relaxed way to adjust the repressed atmosphere between the two and the emotions surging in her heart at the moment, she said solemnly, "From now on, what happened that night It will disappear from our memory."

Unless Yu Qingtang asks her to open the seal again.

Cheng Zhanxi didn't know why she cared so much about that night. But a memory, two people think it is beautiful, it is beautiful. If it is a heavy burden for one party, why hold on to it?

In Cheng Zhanxi's mind, Yu Qingtang is Yu Qingtang, no matter how they started, their ending will be better.

What she wants is her present and her future.

Don't chase the past, start over.

Cheng Zhanxi put the kneaded dough aside and washed her hands under the faucet. She looked at Yu Qingtang who was standing beside her and asked, "Have you finished cutting the water chestnuts?"

Yu Qingtang returned to her senses, busy continuing the unfinished work.

"The meat is pureed, and the food processor is on your left, the white one."

"Chop the onion into pieces."

"Ginger is also minced."

"Chop the shepherd's purse."

...

Yu Qingtang walked around the kitchen with Cheng Zhanxi's words one by one, so busy that he didn't have time to think about superfluous things.

Pork purée, shepherd's purse, minced green onion and ginger, diced water chestnuts, all the ingredients for the dumpling filling were prepared. Cheng Zhanxi came up to mix the filling and added various seasonings. Yu Qingtang watched curiously.

Cheng Zhanxi stirred it evenly with chopsticks, and the diced water chestnuts with white flesh played a decorative role, and they tasted extra crisp and sweet.

"Do you want to pack in the kitchen or go outside?"

Yu Qingtang's eyes brightly asked her what the difference was.

"You can watch TV outside." Cheng Zhanxi said with a smile.

Yu Qingtang's eyes lit up.

Cheng Zhanxi said, "you clean up the coffee table first, and I'll move the things over there later."

Ten minutes later, the tea utensils and vases of the coffee table were moved aside, and a kneading pad was placed in the blank space. The smooth dough was divided into small dough pieces, soft and tendon. The filling is placed between the two.

Cheng Zhanxi asked again, "Do you want to roll the skin or make dumplings?"

Cheng Zhanxi is a native of the capital city. Although he can't hear accents when he speaks, he must have a childish accent. Yu Qingtang didn't know how to pronounce "pi'er", so he said, "I'll make dumplings."

"Okay." Cheng Zhanxi picked up the remote control, found a cartoon "Doraemon" from the Internet-connected TV, and pressed play.

Every day is the same, occasionally a whim

As long as there is a Doraemon fantasy, it will be extended indefinitely

Share it with me when you're happy, stay by your side when you're sad, and forget about your troubles by digging into its magical pocket

The theme song "Song of Doraemon" is naive and familiar. Even people who haven't watched cartoons will hear this song on various occasions.

Doraemon sitting in a time machine appeared on the screen, and Yu Qingtang picked up the first dumpling skin rolled out by Cheng Zhanxi while watching.

After the theme song was sung, Yu Qingtang wrapped the first dumpling. Cheng Zhanxi had already rolled out six or seven dumpling wrappers, and she was still listening to the song while she was distracted.

When Yu Qingtang saw it, he bowed his head in embarrassment and made dumplings.

The animation officially started, and Yu Qingtang raised his head again.

The plot of this cartoon is actually very simple. It is about the daily life of Doraemon and Nobita, the robots from the future. I often can't help but come up with some "magic weapons" from the future world to help him, creating a lot of jokes or touching. . The most famous is its universal pocket, everything can be taken out from it.

Yu Qingtang glanced at Cheng Zhanxi beside her. Could she be Dora A Cheng from the future?

Always showing up in time, always delivering what she needed unexpectedly.

Time machines, bamboo dragonflies, arbitrary doors, all kinds of strange props, and the rich imagination and creation of cartoonists decades ago still make Yu Qingtang stunned and forget what he has to do.

Cheng Zhanxi slowed down and revisited this childhood classic.

There was only the sound of the TV in the living room, and the light and shadow were intertwined on the faces of the two of them. Cheng Zhanxi laughed from time to time, and Yu Qingtang laughed softly.

In fact, no matter how innocence an adult can keep, he will grow up when he grows up, and the perspective of an adult cannot be the same as that of a child. The cartoon was not as good-looking as Yu Qingtang expected. She smiled just because Cheng Zhanxi was laughing, and the relatively simple plot became vivid and interesting.

No matter how slow Cheng Zhanxi was, he finished rolling out the dumpling wrappers. Yu Qingtang had only a dozen or so dumplings at hand. She and Yu Qingtang made dumplings together and did not discuss other topics except cartoons.

Time passed without knowing it.

Yu Qingtang's phone on the coffee table dinged, Yu Qingtang unlocked the screen, and saw the pre-set memo: cake.

It's ten o'clock.

Yu Qingtang's fingertips flew, and dumplings like ingots appeared under her hands.

Cheng Zhanxi: "Is something wrong with Teacher Yu?"

Yu Qingtang said "um".

Cheng Zhanxi pressed the TV to pause, and the two worked together to quickly wrap the remaining dumplings. Yu Qingtang stuffed half a catty of peeled water chestnuts in his hand and returned to 2101.

In the evening, when I cook, make dumplings and watch TV, I am so busy that I don’t have time to eat. The three kilograms that I haven’t peeled are fine.

Yu Qingtang washed his hands, sat on the sofa, put the water chestnuts on a plate and kept it handy, while eating and searching the Internet for tutorials on how to make cakes. A completely DIY cake requires a lot of tools and raw materials. Yu Qingtang did not plan to do it himself today, but did some serious research first, and then buys something tomorrow.

Thinking that Cheng Zhanxi is inseparable from her, she will have to find a reason to avoid her tomorrow.

Yu Qingtang thought about it, and touched the plate next to her, feeling empty.

The water chestnuts are gone.

Yu Qingtang: "..."

Isn't it half a kilo? How did you finish eating so quickly?

Yu Qingtang washed the dishes without hesitation, went to the bathroom to wash himself, and lay in bed to sleep.

Sleepless nights, sleep well till morning.

Cheng Zhanxi was a little insomniac and tossed and turned in bed until the second half of the night. She is not sad for herself. She rarely feels self-pity. When she is unhappy, she goes out for a few laps, or goes out to paint, eat, watch movies and chat with friends. There are many ways to relieve herself. .

Only Yu Qingtang, her repressed painful and embarrassing words echoed repeatedly in her ears.

"Just forget about that night, okay?"

The two of them had known each other for several months, and in the middle of it, they had a gun accident and almost had a second time.

Why didn't Yu Qingtang care for so long, and why did he only show so much concern today?

What is her position in her mind?

Cheng Zhanxi thought about it, but couldn't think of a reason. Her intuition must have something to do with her coming home last week. She thought it might have something to do with her parents, but now it seems that 99% of the reason is her own.

Cheng Zhanxi traced the clues from back to front.

On Sunday night, she brought herself a xiao long bao, still unsure if it came from her or her grandmother's.

In the early hours of Sunday morning, she woke up at four and sent herself a message.

On Saturday night, Yu Qingtang went to bed early.

On Saturday afternoon, she came out of the Sicheng Special Education School volunteering and ran into Yu Qingtang on the side of the road. Yu Qingtang said that her family lived nearby.

On Friday night, Yu Qingtang slept very late.

There is no further.

There is no special case, unless it happened in a place that you don't know about.

Cheng Zhanxi vaguely felt that he had caught something, but also felt that he had no clue. She left a line in the mobile phone memo with the mentality that everything was missing, adjusted her messy thoughts, and closed her eyes and fell asleep.

...

The next morning, Yu Qingtang cooked the dumplings she had packed last night with the soup that Cheng Zhanxi had given her for breakfast, and went out at 6:30.

The door opposite is closed.

Cheng Zhanxi sent a message to her at six o'clock last night, saying that she was late for painting and did not rest well, and she had to go to school later so that she didn't have to wait for herself.

Yu Qingtang walked into the elevator and looked at the digital display screen that went all the way down, his face calm.

The lady on duty at the front desk had a sweet voice: "Miss Yu, good morning."

Yu Qingtang nodded slightly, her eyes were indifferent, she walked out of the glass door, the corner of her long trench coat was hidden outside the door.

The surrounding temperature dropped by two degrees.

The lady at the front desk was stunned when she looked at Yu Qingtang's back.

Is there a big difference between Miss Cheng and Miss Yu without Miss Cheng?

At nine o'clock in the morning, Cheng Zhanxi had breakfast, packed up, and called Mr. Qiu from the special education school before going out.

Mr. Qiu is a teacher in the administration department. Mr. Zhao only temporarily arranged Cheng Zhanxi twice, so Cheng Zhanxi chose Mr. Qiu as soon as possible to inquire about the news.

"Hello, Mr. Qiu, I'm Cheng Zhanxi. I did volunteer work last week, but if you're not here, let me find Mr. Zhao."

Teacher Qiu on the phone paused for a while and said, "I remember you, Xiao Cheng, right? Is there something wrong?"

Cheng Zhanxi breathed lightly and said, "I have something I want to ask you, there is a man named Yu Qingtang, who is about the same age as me, twenty-seven or eighteen years old. Is she also a volunteer at the school? Me and her are friends."

Teacher Qiu said, "Yes."

Cheng Zhanxi: "does she go there often?"

Teacher Qiu thought for a while, and said vaguely, "It's okay."

Without waiting for Cheng Zhanxi to speak again, Teacher Qiu said, "Is there anything else?" This means to urge her to hang up.

Cheng Zhanxi was curious and said, "No, thank you, Teacher Qiu."

Teacher Qiu: "You're welcome."

There was a beeping busy tone in the receiver.

She is not familiar with Teacher Qiu. From the standpoint of protecting the privacy of the volunteers, Teacher Qiu can't tell her more. If she says she is a friend, Teacher Qiu believes that they are friends. The information that could be learned on the phone was also limited, so Cheng Zhanxi decided to go to the special education school to ask in person when he had time.

There are so many places where she can volunteer, why did she choose a special education school?

I want to find Momo, what about her? Is she looking for someone too?

silently……

A guess flashed in Cheng Zhanxi's mind, and then dismissed it.

Yu Qingtang couldn't be silent, she was neither deaf, nor could she speak sign language. Besides, how can there be such a coincidence in the world? The little friend she has been obsessed with for more than 20 years happened to appear in front of her eyes, and she became her sweetheart. The screenwriter dared not write it like this.

Cheng Zhanxi has been looking for silently for more than ten years, but has not heard from him. In fact, she knew in her heart that the possibility of reunion was infinitely close to zero.

But she never gave up searching. On the one hand, the reason was that the incident had left a deep impression on her, and it had become her obsession for a long time; on the other hand, she was always thinking about what would happen? As long as she is alive, they will have the possibility to meet again. Even if she has gray hair decades later, she sees Momo, who is also full of gray hair. Three generations are in the same house. Even if the other party has long forgotten her, she wants to be sure that she is still alive. , She also hopes that she has a good life in this life.

Maybe they can go to the square dance together and be the most beautiful sisters.

Cheng Zhanxi thought of this and smiled, his eyes slightly moist.

Reason told Cheng Zhanxi that it was impossible, but a trace of doubt was buried there.

In any case, she was going to a special education school to find out.

Mr. Qiu hung up the phone and continued to type on the keyboard in front of him with both hands to deal with school affairs.

Her hand on the keyboard suddenly stopped, thought for a moment, took the phone next to her and sent a message out.

Senior year group office.

Yu Qingtang picked up the phone with the screen lit.

Qiu Li: [A person named Cheng Zhanxi asked me about you, is he your friend? 】

Yu Qingtang raised her fingers, her eyes were as quiet as water, and after a few seconds, she typed: [What did she ask you? 】

Teacher Qiu spoke a simple two-sentence dialogue between the two of them.

Yu Qingtang: [It's okay, she just asks, thank you Teacher Qiu for letting me know]

Teacher Qiu: [You're welcome, are you coming this weekend? 】

Yu Qingtang: [No, I have to take the students to Happy Valley]

Teacher Qiu: [You are also a teacher now? 】

Yu Qingtang: [Yes]

Yu Qingtang is a loner and has a withdrawn personality. Even in the special education school, the only acquaintance is Mr. Wang, the head teacher who has brought her. She doesn't have much interaction with other people. Few people know that she went to school there, including the administrative department. Mr. Qiu.

After a few words of courtesy, the two ended the conversation.

Yu Qingtang leaned back into the chair and closed her eyes.

"Good morning." Cheng Zhanxi stepped into the door of the office, as if the sun was shining in warmly, and the whole office was much brighter.

"Good morning." The teachers greeted each other with a smile.

Yu Qingtang slowly opened her eyes, Cheng Zhanxi had walked up to her and put a carton of milk on her table.

Yu Qingtang looked at her.

Cheng Zhanxi smiled: "I guess you didn't drink milk in the morning, so I brought you a box on the way, remember to drink it up." She raised her wrist and glanced at her watch, and said, "You have no class next semester, so drink it now. "

As she said that, she also inserted the straw and brought it to Yu Qingtang's lips.

Yu Qingtang opened her mouth and sipped the straw, and took a light breath.

The very thick yogurt, as if the tongue was wrapped, made Yu Qingtang frown uncomfortably.

After the yogurt melted in the mouth, the aftertaste left a long aftertaste, which was unexpectedly not annoying, but wanted to aftertaste.

Cheng Zhanxi's eyes were bright and he looked at her expectantly: "How is it?"

Yu Qingtang nodded, because the voice in the office was much lower than at home, and whispered: "Delicious."

Cheng Zhanxi pointed to the brand on the package to show her, and said, "Try this first, I'll bring you something else next time, and try which one is the best."

Yu Qingtang looked at her face without blinking.

Cheng Zhanxi laughed and said, "Look at where my fingers are."

Yu Qingtang reluctantly glanced at the packaging, the three-character brand.

Cheng Zhanxi: "remember?"

Yu Qingtang nodded.

Cheng Zhanxi left the yogurt on her desk: "remember to finish it."

Yu Qingtang nodded again.

Cheng Zhanxi resisted the urge to rub her head, walked to his desk, just sat down in the office, took out the book from the drawer, and footsteps sounded outside the office.

A thin and tall figure walked in.

White sneakers, light blue jeans, and a khaki windbreaker over a white T-shirt, with good facial features and a warm temperament.

It is Wen Zhihan, who sees the dragon but does not see the end. The outfit that Wen Zhihan wore yesterday should have come directly from the university laboratory.

Wen Zhihan put down the bag, and stroked the hem of his clothes back with both hands. Halfway through his seat, he saw the yogurt in Yu Qingtang's hand.

Wen Zhihan sat down and glanced at Cheng Zhanxi, who gave her a meaningful smile.

Wen Zhihan: "..."

Wen Zhihan: [Mr. Cheng bought it for you? 】

Yu Qingtang: [Yes]

Wen Zhihan: [Did you give me money?]

Yu Qingtang: [No]

Wen Zhihan knew that he had no chance, so he couldn't help but stop.

Seven years to three months, first come first come first, love is not fair at all.

Wen Zhihan was silent for a long time, then typed: [This semester is over, I will go back to Beijing to continue my studies]

She raised her head and saw Yu Qingtang on the opposite side stretched her brows, showing a sincere smile, even if it was light, she was still caught by her.

Wen Zhihan was relieved.

Then the phone in his hand vibrated.

Yu Qingtang: [Bless you]

In terms of feelings, Wen Zhihan can let go, but she is still unwilling to be trapped here by Yu Qingtang.

[Wen Zhihan]: Are you going back to Beijing with me? Professor Fang asked me about you two days ago

[Yu Qingtang]: No

[Wen Zhihan]: You don't belong here

Yu Qingtang raised a hand and rubbed his forehead. He was about to respond with what he had said before, when Wen Zhihan's next message popped up.

Yu Qingtang's fingertips paused, the cursor flickered in the input box, and his mind went blank.

[Wen Zhihan]: What about Cheng Zhanxi? She is from the capital, and she will go back sooner or later, will you not be with her?

The beautiful illusion was broken in one sentence, and this scene of mirror flowers and water moon was broken without warning at any time. Yu Qingtang's knuckles trembled slightly while holding the phone, and she typed the dialog word by word.

[Yu Qingtang]: She is her, I am me, I will not be with her

Cheng Zhanxi watched the two of them typing "brows and eyes" on the mobile phone face to face, and they were jealous when they saw Wen Zhihan raised his eyes suddenly and looked at him in shock.

Cheng Zhanxi: "?"

Yu Qingtang said she had it? Is the child mine?

Otherwise, Wen Zhihan's eyeballs will fall out.

Cheng Zhanxi rested his chin in one hand and showed a confident smile.

Wen Zhihan: "..."

Cheng Zhanxi's unilateral love was really hammered, but he thought she was a beautiful woman, but he didn't expect it to be an illusion.

So the way they get along now is...

Wen Zhihan thought about it, and probably understood.

Wen Zhihan has some experience of failure, but she has not yet been generous enough to teach her rival how to chase his wife. Even if she wants to teach, she will have to wait until the end of the semester and she will leave school. By then, no matter how close the two of them are, they will not be in front of her. Out of sight is pure.

Wen Zhihan also smiled at Cheng Zhanxi.

Cheng Zhanxi: "..."

Yu Qingtang looked at the two of them with a seemingly tacit smile: "?"

At the same time, there was an unnoticeable sadness in my heart.

Last time, Wen Zhihan seemed to talk to Cheng Zhanxi alone. When did the two of them get along so well?

Yu Qingtang absently lowered his head to prepare for the lesson, recalling the details of the two people's usual relationship.

Cheng and Wen looked at each other one last time and looked away.

The three have different thoughts.

At noon, Yu Qingtang wanted to avoid Cheng Zhanxi and go to the supermarket to buy things to make cakes, but she was really not good at making excuses. After the school bell rang, she lingered on the desk for a long time, pulling the cap of a pen back and forth for her. Down and down a dozen times.

Cheng Zhanxi, who was standing there waiting for her: "Mr. Yu?"

Yu Qingtang raised her head in shock, and stumblingly said, "I, I have something to do at noon, can you..."

Cheng Zhanxi said knowingly, "We two go home separately?"

Yu Qingtang not only nodded, but also said "um".

Cheng Zhanxi smiled: "Okay."

She raised her foot to the door, and Yu Qingtang stopped her: "Cheng Zhanxi."

Cheng Zhanxi turned back.

Yu Qingtang said, "I'm just going to do something, not..." She opened her mouth and pursed her lips, as if she didn't know how to explain, and frowned angrily.

Cheng Zhanxi interrupted her gently: "I know."

Yu Qingtang breathed a sigh of relief, came over and hugged her, patted her on the back twice, and warned in a warm voice, "Go home first, I'll send you a message later, and come to school together in the afternoon."

Cheng Zhanxi: "..."

Today is also a day for Yu Qingtang's sister.

From sister to sister, what happened in the middle?

Cheng Zhanxi accepted the hug from his sister and said obediently, "Okay, I'll wait for you at home."

Yu Qingtang thought for a while and said, "Do you want some snacks? I'll bring them to you."

Cheng Zhanxi's expression was complicated.

Yu Qingtang: "?"

Cheng Zhanxi pretended not to know that she was going to the supermarket, and said, "No need, there's still a bunch of food left at home."

Cheng Zhanxi walked to the door and waved to her: "bye, see you later."

Yu Qingtang said, "Goodbye."

Cheng Zhanxi went home alone, and while admiring the roadside scenery, she wondered why Yu Qingtang went to the supermarket secretly, and the supermarket wouldn't sell things you can't see. Thinking of his birthday, Yu Qingtang probably wanted to buy something to make a cake for himself, right?

As soon as Cheng Zhanxi thought about it, he forcibly expelled the idea.

You can't guess the gift, it will reveal the surprise in advance!

Yu Qingtang went to the supermarket to buy the corresponding raw materials. She placed an order online on Monday for the ones that were not easy to buy. She should be able to arrive in the next two days. Passing by the yogurt area, boxes were stacked on top of each other, and Yu Qingtang stayed beside the three-character brand for two seconds.

Check out and go home.

Yu Qingtang got into the elevator, put the plastic bag on the ground temporarily, took out the phone from the zipper on the side of the bag, and sent a message to Cheng Zhanxi: [I'm back]

Cheng Zhanxi opened the door of 2102.

Yu Qingtang just got out of the elevator when he saw Cheng Zhanxi at the door and hid the bag in his hand.

Cheng Zhanxi: "..."

It's over, the birthday surprise was just ruined by myself?

Yu Qingtang firmly blocked the bag: "Mr. Cheng hasn't slept yet?"

Cheng Zhanxi focused his eyes on her face: "No, I'm waiting for you, won't you sleep at my house at noon today?"

Yu Qingtang nodded: "Okay, I'll go back and put something."

"Then I'll go first, the door is open, you can come in later, you don't need to knock on the door." Cheng Zhanxi didn't dare to look at it for a second, let alone think about it for a second, turned around and entered the living room.

Yu Qingtang sorted things into the refrigerator and kitchen cabinet. She went into the bedroom and changed into cotton pajamas, walked through the cold aisle, and entered the warm living room of Cheng Zhanxi's house.

Cheng Zhanxi was reading a book in a hanging chair, wearing a regular long-sleeved pajamas, his trousers were tied up, revealing his fair and delicate ankles, shaking gently in the air, his feet were white on the back, his toes were pink, and he was painted with **** nail polish. .

Yu Qingtang's eyes just stopped on it, Cheng Zhanxi put down his trousers and stepped into the slippers in front of the hanging chair, and the good pink and white color disappeared.

Yu Qingtang's thin white knuckles clenched tightly while hugging the pillow, her thin lips pursed lightly.

Cheng Zhanxi said strangely, "Mr. Yu, why are you standing still?"

Yu Qingtang recovered from the brief trance, stepped forward, put the pillow on the sofa, sat up with her legs raised, and skillfully unfolded the thin blanket to cover herself.

Cheng Zhanxi stepped forward to tuck her quilt, and pulled her slippers into the room.

Her long hair was almost reaching her waist, with maroon curls permed, flowing down her back, with a slender waist and long legs, a stunner in the world.

Yu Qingtang suddenly pulled up the blanket and closed his eyes.

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Yu Qingtang's diary:

November 29

greedy cheng zhanxi body

November 30

greedy cheng zhanxi body

December 1

greedy cheng zhanxi body

December 2

Yu Qingtang, ah Yu Qingtang, I think about myself three times a day, what if I just agreed to be good friends? You two are just good friends, you can't be greedy anymore

December 3

greedy cheng zhanxi body

X month X day

She is so delicious (//▽//)

(Inspiration from "Hu Shi's Diary", just for fun, don't go into it)