In the car, Li Jiuzheng said something that Shi Jin found very familiar: "This is the car I borrowed from my second senior brother."
Shi Jin: "... Yeah." Does your second senior brother know that he has so many cars?
There was no conversation along the way, and the car drove forward quietly.
A quarter of an hour later, the car stopped in a community attached to a medical school in the south of the university town. Shi Jin was puzzled and asked: "Aren't you going to have a meal?"
"Yes, let's go to my house for dinner. I'll make you longevity noodles." Li Jiuzheng answered, got out of the car first, walked around the back of the car, and took out two bags of ingredients from the trunk like magic. Shi Jin
got out of the car later and followed. Seeing this, he choked for a while and asked dryly: "Can you cook?"
"A little bit." Li Jiuzheng answered seriously, so seriously that he was a little stiff.
Shi Jin was silent, pretending that he didn't know that the culinary idiot in the original owner's memory was Li Jiuzheng, and took a shopping bag from him.
"I can do it myself..." Li Jiuzheng stretched out his hand to take the bag back. Shi Jin
moved his hand away and said, "How are you going to open the door with both hands full? Let's go. If we want to cook for ourselves, the lunch break time will be a little insufficient. We have to hurry up."
Li Jiuzheng retracted his hand, looked at Shi Jin's natural and gentle posture when he said these words, and suddenly squinted and smiled, and stuck to Shi Jin's side.
Shi Jin's hair stood on end, and he reluctantly suppressed the urge to retreat, and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Xiao Jin, you are so considerate." Li Jiuzheng praised, tilted his head and bumped his shoulder, then, without giving him a chance to push him away, he immediately left his side with brisk steps, walked towards the residential building in front, and called out, "Come on, our house is on the top floor, the view is great."
How did it become our house again?
Shi Jin couldn't keep up with Li Jiuzheng's thoughts and emotional changes, moved his bumped shoulder, and followed him.
This hospital-affiliated community is not large, with only two buildings. It's probably because all the residents have gone to work, so the community looks a bit deserted. Li Jiuzheng led Shi Jin all the way inside. After getting on the elevator, he directly pressed the button for the highest floor, and then stared at Shi Jin through the elevator door openly.
Shi Jin really couldn't play blind and asked, "What's wrong?"
Li Jiuzheng replied with a smile, "I just think Xiaojin is very handsome."
Shi Jin admitted defeat in his heart and politely said, "I think Fifth Brother is more handsome."
"Really?" Li Jiuzheng touched his face and said seriously, "But I really don't like the way I look."
Shi Jin remembered what Li Jiuzheng had said in front of his mother's grave. He glanced at Li Jiuzheng's eyes, which had obviously sank when he said these words. He frowned slightly, reached out and tapped him on the head, and said, "It's your business if you don't like it, and it's my business if I like it. You can't control everyone's aesthetics."
Li Jiuzheng had never been tapped like this before. After a few seconds of stunned silence, he raised his hand and pressed his head in a foolish manner, then turned his head to look at Shi Jin with wide eyes.
"Fifth brother, the elevator is here." Shi Jin pointed to the elevator door that was gradually opening.
Li Jiuzheng came back to his senses, and stupidly walked out of the elevator, making a gesture of invitation to Shi Jin, and said in a trance: "Please, please come in, our room is 3602, don't make a mistake..." Shi Jin
walked out of the elevator, found the door of 3602, walked past it first, and stopped at the door to look at Li Jiuzheng.
Li Jiuzheng still stopped by the elevator and looked at him, his expression was still blank, as if he couldn't digest the scene at this moment. The elevator door closed with a slight sound, and he was startled back to his senses. His blank eyes suddenly regained their spirits a little bit. He smiled before he spoke, walked quickly to Shi Jin's side, took out the key and opened the door, saying: "Xiao, Xiao Jin, we are home, I will make you longevity noodles." Shi
Jin looked at his trembling hands and slightly red ears, sighed in his heart, reached out to take the key that he could never insert into the lock, and helped him open the door.
The door opened, and the heating rushed out along the gap of the door, revealing the warm and comfortable entrance and living room behind the door.
This time it was Shi Jin who was stunned. In the original owner's memory, Li Jiuzheng was a person who didn't care much about the living environment. He lived anywhere casually and preferred cold tones. He instinctively rejected things with warm styles. His dean's office in Rongcheng, which was decorated in a depressing black, white and gray tone and as cold as a coffin, was one of the most terrifying nightmares of the original owner's life.
But the house in front of him exudes a warm and comfortable taste everywhere, from the light gray short-haired carpet to the soft and wide fabric sofa, from the cartoon-shaped doormat to the furniture in the original wood tone, from the abstract sunflower painting hanging on the wall to the beige curtains. There is really no cold tone to be found, all are warm, even the corners of the furniture are polished arcs, and there is no sharp thing to be found.
This doesn't look like a house that Li Jiuzheng would live in. No one in the Shi family would decorate a house like this.
But Shi Jin doesn't dislike this decoration style. To be more precise, he kind of likes the sofa that looks good to lie on.
When Shi Jin was looking at the house, Li Jiuzheng was also looking at him.
Shi Jin's expression was so easy to understand. The surprise and joy on his face and the slight liking in his eyes could be seen at a glance. Li Jiuzheng followed his line of sight and looked at his newly changed sofa. His tense nerves slowly relaxed. He pursed his lips and revealed a smile. He walked in before him, bent down, took out a pair of plush slippers from the shoe cabinet and placed them in front of him, saying, "Come in, it's cold outside."
Shi Jin came back to his senses and found that his gaze on the sofa just now seemed a little too explicit. He coughed awkwardly, stepped into the house, closed the door behind him, and then handed the key to Li Jiuzheng.
"Here's the key." Li Jiuzheng didn't take the key, but took the shopping bag from him, and said with a smile, "I'll get you something to drink, you sit in the living room first." Then he lowered his head and casually kicked off his shoes, put on another pair of plush slippers like Shi Jin's, and went to the kitchen with his things. Shi Jin
watched him leave, looked at the key in his hand, frowned and hesitated for a while, and put the key in his pocket.
He always felt that if he didn't take the key, he would definitely hear some kind of glass breaking sound again...
After changing his shoes, he stepped into the living room, first walked around inside with a little curiosity, then sat on the sofa with dignity, felt the softness of the sofa, took off his scarf and coat with satisfaction, picked up the magazine on the coffee table that seemed to have been left there by someone who had not finished reading it before, and flipped through it casually.
A lot of incomprehensible foreign texts and illustrations of the human body structure appeared in front of him. Shi Jin's hands froze while he was flipping through the book. With a kind of awe of a poor student who accidentally broke into the world of a top student, he silently put the magazine back.
I'd better play with my phone to kill time.
He lowered his head to touch the phone in his pocket.
"Xiao Jin, would you like juice or milk?" Li Jiuzheng poked his head out from the kitchen, holding an apron in his hand, as if he was about to put it on.
Li Jiuzheng, apron... Shi Jin's mind flashed with the image of Li Jiuzheng wearing a white coat and holding a scalpel, standing silently in the dark. He trembled in his heart, resignedly put down his hands and stood up, saying: "Just juice, I'll do it myself." If he does it himself, he doesn't have to worry about drugs being put in the juice... It's not his fault that he is too nervous. It's really that the psychological shadow left by this terrible doctor Li Jiuzheng on the original owner is too heavy, making him subconsciously a little afraid of this fifth brother.
Li Jiuzheng seemed to understand the deep meaning of his words in an instant. The smile on his face suddenly faded, and his voice became lower. He said: "Then you come, the juice is in the refrigerator." Shi
Jin: "..." Broken, broken, and broken again.
...
The two brothers stood side by side in the kitchen, one holding a cup and pouring juice, the other standing at the counter and struggling with a dough.
Shi Jin caught a glimpse of Li Jiuzheng kneading the dough methodically, and a storm of surprise rose in his heart. He asked, "You can actually cook?"
Li Jiuzheng glanced at him sideways, pursed his lips, and continued to knead the dough.
This reaction...
"Are you angry?"
Shi Jin asked. "No, I won't be angry with you."
Liar, it's obvious that he is holding his breath.
The current Li Jiuzheng is quite different from the original owner and the Li Jiuzheng in his memory. The temperament he shows is not the cold and terrible one in the original owner's last memory, nor is it the bookish, talkative and unapproachable one in the original owner's first memory, nor is it the crazy, painful and murderous one in his memory, but he is active, cheerful, sensitive and easy to understand, and looks like a completely ordinary person. Facing such a Li Jiuzheng, he inexplicably couldn't keep his face cold and say harsh words. Shi
Jin was grateful for his kindness, so he changed the subject and said, "This noodle was prepared in advance, right? Did you get up early to prepare this lunch?"
Li Jiuzheng's kneading movement froze, and suddenly he turned his head to turn on the gas stove, and said while putting a small pot on it, "I didn't get up early."
It seems that he did get up very early.
"What's in the pot?" Shi Jin ignored his awkwardness and continued to ask.
Li Jiuzheng tightened his hand holding the pot and replied, "Chicken soup, for cooking noodles... I made this soup myself, not bought it."
He even knew to use chicken soup to cook noodles. Shi Jin sincerely praised him, "You're amazing." He can even cook chicken soup, which is really amazing. The culinary idiot in the original owner's memory couldn't even cook instant noodles.
Li Jiuzheng didn't respond, but Shi Jin noticed that his back straightened a little, and he looked very happy after being praised.
Is this guy really the head of a hospital, a young genius type of excellent doctor? He feels more like a young and immature student than him.
Shi Jin had a subtle sense of division. The ghost-like cold and scary fifth brother in his memory and the easy-to-understand and clumsy fifth brother next to him now were like two different people. It was incredible. Could a person really be so different?
"Let's have hot pot for lunch." Li Jiuzheng suddenly spoke and kneaded the dough again. His voice was a little low. "The time was too short. I only learned how to make longevity noodles, so we'll have hot pot for lunch... Next time, next time I'll make a real feast for you." Shi Jin was
stunned. He turned around and carefully looked at the shopping bag on the table. He saw that it was indeed filled with ingredients commonly used for hot pot. The subtle sense of division in his heart suddenly dissipated a little - it seemed that Li Jiuzheng was still the same Li Jiuzheng. It was really difficult for him to cook.
However, such a cooking idiot actually learned how to cook chicken soup and knead dough. Obviously, longevity noodles can be made by just taking some noodles, adding some boiling water and cooking them in a pot. Why go to such lengths? And what does the phrase "the time is too short" mean? Has Li Jiuzheng been learning to make longevity noodles recently?
Reason told Shi Jin that he should not feel soft-hearted towards Li Jiuzheng, the attempted murderer, but... He took a look at Li Jiuzheng wearing an apron and bathing in warm light, and sighed in his heart.
Compared with the tired and cold, crazy and painful Li Jiuzheng in his memory and in the past, he really likes the clumsy guy who is trying to touch the warmth a little bit now.
"Which cabinet is the dishes in?" He finished his juice and rolled up his shirt sleeves.
Li Jiuzheng was stunned for a moment, pointed to the cupboard above his head, and said, "Here, Xiaojin, what do you want the dishes for?"
"Of course, to prepare the ingredients. There are so many things, you can't finish them all by yourself, and my lunch break is not long." Shi Jin answered, reached out to take out the dishes from the cabinet, turned around and walked to the table, and began to take things out of the shopping bag.
Li Jiuzheng turned around and looked at him. After a moment's pause, he stretched out his hand to stop him and said, "No need. It's your birthday today, just eat." Shi Jin
pushed his hand away, pointed to the dough over there, and said, "Fifth brother, I'm hungry. I want to see your noodles out of the pot in half an hour at most."
Li Jiuzheng looked at him, the emotions between his eyebrows sank a little bit, his lips were pursed, and suddenly he reached out and hugged him, saying, "Xiao Jin, I'm sorry, I'll take you out to eat, let's go out to eat."
"What nonsense are you talking about." Shi Jin pushed him away, lowered his head and continued to arrange the ingredients, "These will be wasted if we don't eat them. You can make more noodles and put them in the hot pot as the staple food later."
Li Jiuzheng looked at his hand that was pushed away, reached out to touch Shi Jin again, hesitated, slowly withdrew his hand, and responded in a low voice.
…
It took them more than half an hour to get all the food on the table. Li Jiuzheng bought the hot pot soup base from a famous hot pot chain store. There are three flavors. Shi Jin saw that Li Jiuzheng had a lot of hot pots here, so he cooked them all.
The ingredients filled the table, and it looked satisfying.
"You can start eating. You sit down first. I'll bring you the noodles." Li Jiuzheng took off his apron and motioned Shi Jin to sit down. Shi Jin
responded, pulled out a chair and sat down. After Li Jiuzheng went to the kitchen, he picked up some ingredients that were not easy to cook and started putting them into the pot with the boiling soup base.
Click, there was a sudden sound of a camera. Shi Jin paused in putting the ingredients in and turned to look in the direction of the kitchen. Li Jiuzheng was caught red-handed by him, and quickly put his phone back into his pocket, and went into the kitchen as if nothing had happened. Shi Jin
was speechless and looked away. What's wrong with him? Why do people like to take secret photos?
The longevity noodles were served on the table, and in the big soup bowl, there was only a chopstick's worth of noodles. The noodles were not pulled well, and the thickness was not very uniform. Shi Jin glanced at Li Jiuzheng, picked up the chopsticks, and under the other's nervous gaze, he put the chopsticks into the noodle bowl, shoveled it, found the head of the noodle, and picked it up.
"Be careful, don't break it, it's unlucky." Li Jiuzheng couldn't help but admonish, leaning forward, as if he wanted to help him hold the noodles.
Shi Jin wanted to laugh, but couldn't.
Why did he feel like crying even though it was such a heartwarming scene?
This was definitely the original owner's emotion. He pinched himself with his other hand, using the pain to regain his rationality. He lowered his head and put the noodles into his mouth. He slurped it exaggeratedly and ate the noodles, which were not actually very long.
Click.
He looked up and met Li Jiuzheng's mobile camera. He immediately rolled his eyes at the camera without hesitation and said, "This amount of noodles is not enough to eat at all."
Li Jiuzheng looked at the screen of his mobile phone, then at him, smiled brilliantly, stood up and said, "Xiao Jin will live a hundred years. There are still noodles. Wait a minute, I'll bring them out." Li Jiuzheng
brought out a bowl of noodles with an egg, shredded pork and pickles, which was very generous in size, and placed it in front of Shi Jin instead of the longevity noodles.
"Eat, but don't eat too much, there's still hotpot to eat." Li Jiuzheng instructed. Shi
Jin took the chopsticks without any hesitation, buried his head in eating the noodles happily, and did not forget to use a spoon to scoop up the cooked ingredients in the hot pot.
Li Jiuzheng looked at him with a smile, his face full of happiness. What
a person who is easy to understand . Shi Jin
thought while eating, swallowed the noodles, raised his hand and rubbed his nose.
No, what a person who is hard to understand.
This person shows so many appearances, which one is the real one?
After dinner, Li Jiuzheng sent Shi Jin back to school. The car stopped at the school gate. After Shi Jin thanked and said goodbye, he opened the door and prepared to get off, but Li Jiuzheng suddenly spoke again.
"I'm sorry." Shi Jin
paused and looked back at him.
"And happy birthday." Li Jiuzheng met his gaze, and after a moment of emptiness, his face showed the warm and intimate smile that appeared most often today, "Xiao Jin, I am very happy today, thank you for having dinner with me."
Li Jiuzheng often smiled in front of Shi Jin now, and his smile was gentle and harmless, pleasing and gentle, but every time Shi Jin saw his smile, he felt that it was not real.
What is the real Li Jiuzheng like? Shi Jin had this question in his mind again, the young genius, the excellent doctor, the surgeon holding a knife, the clumsy brother making noodles... Which one is the real you?
"I still remember what you were wearing when we met again last year: a long black coat with the top buttons buttoned up, a suit and shirt underneath, and no scarf. You looked mature and cold. I also remember you in a white coat. It was very handsome, but also a little scary." Shi Jin spoke, his eyes falling on the warm-toned coat he was wearing now. After a pause, he said, "When my final exams are over, come over for a reunion dinner. I'll call everyone else."
Li Jiuzheng's fingers trembled, and he reached out to grab his wrist, as if to stop him from leaving.
"Remember to come early. We can cook our own meals, just like ordinary families." Shi Jin shook off his hand, smiled at him, said thank you, opened the door, got out of the car, and walked towards the school gate without looking back. Some suppressed emotions in his heart were churning, forcing him to walk faster and faster.
It's not like that, it's not like that. What clumsy good brother, what warm and sensitive person, he is a murderer, a demon who stands in front of the bed every night and wants to reap the sick, go back, question him, hurt him, return all the pain he has experienced a thousand times to him, and pull him down to the field together -
beep beep beep -
a car horn that is familiar to the bones suddenly sounded not far away. Shi Jin stopped abruptly, turned his head to look in the direction of the sound, and actually saw a familiar black car parked on the side of the street. He was stunned for a few seconds, then ran towards the car. When he got close, he pulled the door open and rushed towards the person in the car.
Lian Jun stretched out his arms to hug him, closed the car door, gently stroked his hair, and said, "You smell like hot pot, even your hair is stained with the smell."
Surrounded by the familiar breath, Shi Jin's restless emotions in his chest sank in an instant. He tightened his arms, took a deep breath of the familiar scent of Lian Jun, relaxed his tense nerves, and asked, "Why are you here?"
"I was going to take you out for dinner. Didn't you say you wanted to eat pork tube rice? I just happened to book a private room in a very good private restaurant yesterday." Lian Jun replied and pinched his face, "And you actually already have an appointment." Shi Jin
was stunned, then his expression fell, and he frowned and said, "Why didn't you tell you when I called you before." Compared to hot pot, he would of course want to eat bamboo tube rice with Lian Jun more.
"I thought you would want to talk to your fifth brother, but when I saw you getting out of his car, I knew I made a wrong decision." Lian Jun explained, kissing him soothingly between the eyebrows, "I'm sorry, there won't be a next time. Did he bully you?"
"No." Shi Jin finished recharging, sat up straight, kissed him back with satisfaction, and said, "Let's go eat that bacon bamboo tube next time... Forget it, let's cook it ourselves in the club. The weather forecast says that another wave of cold air is coming, and it may snow, so you'd better not go out."
"It's definitely not as authentic as what a professional chef makes." Lian Jun helped him straighten his messy clothes and took out a takeout box from the side, "So I packed one for you." The
takeout box was about the size of two normal lunch boxes, made of paper, with a cute cartoon rice ball pattern and the name of the store printed on it. Shi Jin's eyes lit up, and he took the lunch box and opened it. He saw several bamboo tubes neatly tied with thin ropes inside, and the aroma of rice and bacon wafted out, and his mouth was watering unconsciously.
"It's a little cold. You need to heat it up before you eat it." Lian Jun instructed, and took out a long black box from the side and handed it to him, "Here, a birthday present. I wish you peace and health in the new year."
"There's another gift?" Shi Jin was surprised, and he was very happy. He took the box and said, "I thought the shooting game and birthday party last weekend were the gifts you prepared for me."
Lian Jun leaned over and hugged him again without saying a word. Shi Jin
stopped opening the gift and looked at him puzzledly.
"Be good and don't think too much. I'm here." Lian Jun spoke in a gentle voice, and his hand gently stroked his back. Shi Jin
glanced at Li Jiuzheng's car not far away, which had not left yet, and whispered "um", and hugged him with his backhand.
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