Chapter 7 Accommodation Chen Song almost escaped...
Chen Song almost fled from the place where he had lived for three years.
He didn't know where to go, and he had nowhere to go.
In this huge city of Beijing, his only shelter was provided by Gu Mo. Gu Mo had seen him at his most vulnerable, at his worst, and the only person he could rely on and get along with was Gu Mo.
But Gu Mo is fake.
What should I do? What should I do? Why did this happen to me? Why do I get hit like this whenever I try to reach happiness?
The streets were deserted late at night, and the withered trees on the roadside howled and wailed for him in the cold wind.
But no one can respond to fate, they can only shake off the dead leaves on the ground, feeling sad.
Chen Song's thin figure was drowned out by the sallow street lights. He walked on the street like a zombie. He was really tired, but he knew he couldn't sleep tonight.
He even thought dejectedly that if he hadn't discovered this, Gu Xingjue would have continued to lie to him.
In this way, Gu Mo is still Gu Mo, and he still has a chance and the possibility of being with Gu Mo.
Chen Song took a taxi to the hospital. He knew he wouldn't be able to sleep tonight. He wanted sleeping pills.
After examining him, the doctor said, "Given your current mental state, I recommend that you see a specialized private psychologist. You've been sleep deprived for a long time. If this continues, you'll suffer from neurasthenia and even mental disorder, making you very likely to develop a mental illness."
Chen Song said he knew, but he wouldn't go. He just wanted sleeping pills.
The doctor prescribed him a small dose as he wished and warned him not to rely on sleeping pills.
After Chen Song got the medicine, he found a cheap hotel to stay in. He couldn't sleep, so after swallowing a few sleeping pills he had brought with him, he became unusually awake for a moment.
He rationally said that he wanted to move back to the dormitory, he wanted to stay away from Gu Xingjue...
Gradually his consciousness blurred, and under the effect of the drug he fell into a deep sleep...
Chen Song was woken up by a phone call from the hotel, which reminded him that he would have to pay extra fees if he didn't check out.
Chen Song renewed his payment for three nights. He was very glad that he had saved a lot of money from part-time jobs and scholarships, so that he would not be so embarrassed when he left.
As for the things in that "home", he really didn't want any of them anymore. Every item there held memories of Gu Mo, and he didn't want to recall them anymore.
Today is Saturday. After renewing his contract, Chen Song went back to sleep. He did not sleep well and had a lot of dreams. Gu Mo was in every dream.
Chen Song spent the weekend in a daze, and Monday finally arrived. Monday's classes were full, and Chen Song was incredibly grateful; that was the only way to stop thinking about those things.
Fortunately, all of Chen Song’s school supplies were in the library.
The reason for not bringing them to "home" was simple: the house wasn't that big, and it wasn't where he lived alone. He had a lot of school supplies, and it wasn't easy to put them in. Another reason was that when he was at "home", Gu Mo required Chen Song to focus all his attention on Gu Mo. If he wanted to improve his concentration, he had to go to the library.
After finishing a day's classes, Chen Song went to his teacher's office.
The old class teacher was wearing a blue jacket and was about to come out with a big belly. When he saw Chen Song, he said, "Why do you look so bad?"
Chen Song slept for two days, and the dark circles under his eyes had improved a little, but he hadn't eaten much. His face was paler than the wall, and his eyes were filled with dead water.
Chen Song said calmly, "It's okay."
The teacher frowned and scolded him, "Kid, don't risk your life to earn money. Medical school has so many classes, and the student union is busy enough. If you really can't make it, don't take part-time jobs. The school has a lot of scholarships and financial aid for poor students. What will you do if something happens? What will happen to your family?"
Chen Song forced a faint smile and said, "Teacher, I'm really fine. I just forgot to eat lunch. I'll be fine after eating it later."
The old class teacher hit him with the bag in his hand: "You can even forget this! Why don't you forget that you are still a human being?"
"Go ahead. What do you want to talk to me about?"
Chen Song glanced at the clothes in the bag and they looked familiar, as if they were Professor Yun’s clothes.
Chen Song retracted his gaze: "I want to live in the dormitory."
"Got it. I'll make arrangements for you later. When you have time, go to the dormitory manager and fill out an application." The class teacher agreed without even thinking or asking. "Is there anything else?"
It was very troublesome to suddenly move into a new dormitory during the semester. I thought the teacher would scold him, but he just agreed to it so lightly.
Chen Song shook his head and said it was okay.
At this time, the teacher's phone rang again, and the teacher picked up the phone: "Hey, Dean Song."
"You're here? Okay, okay, I'll be right there! Sorry, sorry. I was delayed by something, I'll be right there."
"Okay, okay, just say it like that!"
After the teacher hung up the phone, he said irritably, "Dean Song arrived early without even telling me. He's such a jerk!"
Chen Song looked at the bag and said gently, "Let me help you carry it. These are Professor Yun's clothes, right?"
The old class teacher nodded, looked at Chen Song, hesitated for a moment, and finally agreed. After handing the bag to Chen Song, he immediately walked out, saying as he walked: "I'll send you the address. I'll deliver it tonight after you finish your meal. You must eat!"
Chen Song looked at the man's back and felt a little touched.
Over the past three years, his teacher had helped him a lot and taken good care of him. He could feel his teacher's kindness to him, and he selfishly tried to use some of this affection as a substitute for "fatherly love."
After all, once a teacher, always a father.
One must listen to his father's words, so Chen Song obediently went to the cafeteria, got his meal and sat down to eat.
He wanted to eat more, but he had no appetite, so he just ate a few bites and stopped.
My teacher just happened to send me Professor Yun's address. There were also several unanswered messages.
The student union would ask him how he was feeling, and there were also summaries of work content in the student union group.
Chen Song replied to each one of them saying that he was fine and thanked them for their concern.
Chen Song didn't have the energy to wait for the bus or ride an electric scooter, so he took a taxi to Yun Jingsheng's house, a rare luxury.
Yun Jingsheng lives in a luxurious residential area where all the houses are single-family villas.
Chen Song does not yearn for the life of a rich person. He just wants to have his own little family and live happily with the one he loves.
He had never been to such a beautiful community, and he did not look around with curiosity and envy.
Those eyes that always contained a hint of sadness were gray, calm as water, without any ripples.
His straight and thin figure stood in front of the door and rang the doorbell.
Yun Jingsheng's small Western-style building has a courtyard with lush flowers and plants. The evening breeze blows the fragrance, and the moonlight and flowers blend together, slowly soothing the soul.
After the bell rang for a moment, the door opened.
Yun Jingsheng, who was standing behind the door, was wearing casual brown home clothes, his hair was slightly messy, his lips were pale, and his eyes were a little tired. After seeing who the visitor was, he showed a hint of surprise.
Yun Jingsheng's gentle voice was hoarse: "Xiao Song?"
Chen Song nodded and handed him the bag. "Professor Yun, I'm here to deliver clothes for our teacher. He had something urgent to do and couldn't come."
Yun Jingsheng's eyes fell on the bag, and his groggy head finally remembered that a few days ago, several teachers and deans had a party, and he had drunk some wine and couldn't drive.
Dean He, or what Chen Song called "Old Classmate," had his wife come to pick him up and also dropped off Yun Jingsheng. Her coat was left on the man's car.
Yun Jingsheng accidentally spilled some wine on his coat, so he took it off. Dean He called him and told him to bring the clothes back after they were washed.
The moonlight fell behind Chen Song, and his eyes hidden in the shadows were less melancholy, making him look softer.
But his thin shirt was constantly blown by the cold wind, revealing his thin bones, as if he would float away if the wind continued.
"Come in and have a cup of hot water before you leave." Yun Jingsheng spoke with difficulty, enduring the pain and itchiness in his throat.
He started having a low fever after the party that day. He must have contracted the flu and he hasn't recovered yet.
Chen Song smiled lightly and shook his head. "Sorry not to bother you, Professor Yun. It's quite late. I'll go back first."
Yun Jingsheng suddenly coughed violently several times, his vision became a little dark, his body swayed slightly, and he was about to fall. Chen Song's expression changed slightly, and he immediately grabbed him.
"Professor Yun?" Chen Song woke him up tentatively.
Yun Jingsheng slowed down, and his vision became clear again. Chen Song's unchanging face now showed a rare look of worry.
Yun Jingsheng smiled and waved his hands: "It's just a minor flu, it's nothing. It's right for you to go back first, so I won't infect you."
Chen Song asked, "Have you taken the medicine?" He reached out and touched Yun Jingsheng's forehead, which was a little warm. "He should have a low-grade fever."
Yun Jingsheng paused, his gaze drifting slightly towards Chen Song, but he quickly regained his composure and replied, "I haven't eaten yet... I haven't had dinner yet."
Chen Song sensed Yun Jingsheng's sluggishness and awkwardly withdrew his hand: "I'll make you something to eat."
The two had talked about the local delicacies many times, and Chen Song also talked about his part-time job learning cooking. Yun Jingsheng always said that he wanted to try his cooking skills one day.
Today is the day that I fulfilled my promise.
Yun Jingsheng smiled and nodded, then let the person in.
The kitchen is large, clean and tidy, with several pots of succulents and small flowers on the windowsill.
Yun Jingsheng must like plants very much, Chen Song thought.
There were a lot of ingredients at home, but Chen Song only made light porridge and appetizers.
Yun Jingsheng stood beside him and watched the beautiful person cooking in his beautiful kitchen.
A warm feeling unconsciously arose in my heart.
Chen Song wasn't used to being stared at. He quietly cut vegetables, took a deep breath, and said, "Professor Yun, please go and have a rest. The kitchen smells too much of cooking fumes."
Yun Jingsheng noticed Chen Song's discomfort, smiled faintly and said okay, then turned and walked into the living room, turned on the TV and selected an art film. However, his eyes kept lingering on the figure in the kitchen.
Chen Song has a natural Jiangnan temperament, and the faint melancholy on her body has a unique charm. The sight of her wearing an apron and cooking in the kitchen really makes people feel that time is peaceful and family is harmonious.
When Chen Song finished cooking, Yun Jingsheng had already fallen asleep on the sofa.
The fluffy black hair slightly covers the eyebrows and eyes, making the delicate facial features more gentle, gentle yet masculine.
Chen Song called him softly a few times, and he woke up with hazy eyes, with a hint of fatigue at the corners of his eyes.
On the table, steaming white porridge rises from the air, and the fragrant pork rib soup is refreshing without being greasy, which awakens the stomach. There is also a cold dish of cucumber and green vegetables.
Yun Jingsheng tasted every dish and praised Chen Song's cooking skills generously.
Chen Song felt embarrassed and thought Yun Jingsheng was exaggerating: "These dishes are actually very simple and there's nothing fancy about them."
Yun Jingsheng scooped up a spoonful of pork rib soup, looked at the soft and slippery meat in the broth and said, "These dishes are indeed very simple. Anyone can make them. But the simpler something is, the harder it is to make it unique and better than others."
“Because everyone can do it, no one bothers to figure out how to do it well.”
Yun Jingsheng's pale lips regained some of their redness under the care of the pork rib soup. His flawless white fingers grasped the chopsticks and picked up some greens. He smiled and said, "I've never eaten greens so delicious. I can't describe the special taste."
"But it's delicious. Maybe your cooking time and seasoning are different from others. I don't understand these things."
Perhaps it was because Yun Jingsheng's words were too sincere and simple. Chen Song was somewhat touched. He used to be at a loss when faced with praise, but now he felt warm and relieved.
Yun Jingsheng often praised him, as if planting a seed in his heart, and every praise was like watering it. That seed continued to take root, sprout, and bloom.
Chen Song likes getting along with Yun Jingsheng. It is relaxed and harmonious, and he can forget many things for a while.
"Have you eaten?" Yun Jingsheng suddenly asked him.
Chen Song nodded: "Yeah."
Chen Song was not a talkative person and thought the topic would end there, but Yun Jingsheng's voice, as gentle as a spring breeze, rang in his ears again: "What did you eat?"
Few people cared about what he ate, so Chen Song answered truthfully: "Rice, vegetables, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and fried potatoes with meat."
Yun Jingsheng nodded as he sipped his porridge. "Yeah, very healthy. Did you make it at home?"
Chen Song lowered his eyes: "No...I ate in the school cafeteria."
Yun Jingsheng noticed that Chen Song was feeling a little down, so he put down his chopsticks and asked, "Are you feeling down?"
Yun Jingsheng crossed his hands and rested them on his chin, looking at him tenderly: "If you encounter anything that bothers you, you can tell the professor."
His tone was like that of a child who had suffered great injustice, and he was trying to gently seduce the child with sweet words.
Chen Song shook his head. He was not good at telling his thoughts to others.
Yun Jingsheng stopped pressing him and turned his attention to another topic. The two of them chatted casually about academic topics for a while.
Chen Song felt embarrassed to disturb him any longer, so after Yun Jingsheng finished his meal and helped him clean up the kitchen, he planned to leave.
Before leaving, he watched the person finish taking the medicine before saying goodbye.
Yun Jingsheng stood at the door to see him off: "Thank you for today, I'll treat you to dinner next time."
Chen Song didn't take it seriously and just responded with a faint smile, "Okay."
After Chen Song returned to the hotel, he began to have some symptoms of a cold, including a sore throat.
Chen Song gets a fever and a cold every year, usually in June and July. He didn't catch a cold in June and July this year, so he thought he wouldn't catch one again.
I don’t know if it was really infected by Yun Jingsheng, or if it was just a delayed cold.
Chen Song felt a little sleepy, but he didn't think much of it and just drank some hot water before going to sleep. The next two days were full of classes and student union matters, but he didn't pay much attention to them, so he developed a low-grade fever on Thursday.
Yun Jingsheng had a lecture on Thursday afternoon, and Chen Song received a message from Yun Jingsheng before the lecture started.
"Professor Yun": I'll treat you to dinner after class.
Chen Song subconsciously looked towards the podium. A man in a light grey coat was also looking at him, his peach blossom eyes beneath his black silk eye sockets were smiling charmingly.
Chen Song froze for a moment, a ridiculous thought popping up in his mind. He quickly suppressed it and scolded himself in his heart.
Yun Jingsheng just wanted to express his gratitude, there was no other ambiguous emotion involved.
After waking up, Chen Song recovered: Good
Throughout the class, Chen Song deliberately avoided Yun Jingsheng's gaze and concentrated on studying hard.
After class, Yun Jingsheng drove Chen Song away.
"Why are you so absent-minded in class today?" Yun Jingsheng glanced at the person in the passenger seat. "Student Chen Song."
Yun Jingsheng's voice was gentle and pleasant, like coaxing a kindergarten child.
Chen Song's eyes widened slightly, and he immediately explained, "Very seriously. I listened very attentively with both ears."
Yun Jingsheng chuckled and let him go.
The two drove to the food court next to the commercial city. The environment was different from those ordinary restaurants that Chen Song introduced, and it was much more upscale.
Chen Song felt a little uncomfortable. This place was comparable to the restaurant where he worked part-time. The prices must be very expensive and would cost a lot of money.
Yun Jingsheng saw his worry and smiled, "My brother said this restaurant is delicious. I've always wanted to come here, but I can't order much by myself and wouldn't be able to enjoy the meal. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to accompany me."
Chen Song's discomfort subsided considerably, and he politely replied, "It's nothing. I should thank Professor Yun for giving me this opportunity to eat for free."
Yun Jingsheng walked up the stairs and looked back at him: "Don't be so formal. You help me a lot at school. Outside of school, just treat us as friends. Just call me Jingsheng."
Chen Song had few friends, so he was naturally happy to make them. However, he still had more respect for Yun Jingsheng. He was not used to the sudden change from a respected senior to a friend, and he felt it was impolite to call him by his first name.
After some thought, Chen Song addressed him appropriately: "Brother Jing Sheng."
Yun Jingsheng also responded with a smile.
The restaurant they visited was decorated in Japanese style, with no private rooms. Instead, each table was covered with carved wooden panels. The tables were spaced far apart, allowing for a visual glimpse of each other through the panels, though conversations could not be heard.
There was only the sound of hustle and bustle.
Yun Jingsheng chose a corner seat facing the huge floor-to-ceiling window. After Chen Song sat down, the waiter brought the menu quickly.
The prices on the menu were indeed expensive. Yun Jingsheng asked Chen Song to order first, and Chen Song ordered a bowl of Japanese curry beef rice. Yun Jingsheng followed suit and ordered the same rice, along with two more glasses of warm water.
This was something Chen Song hadn't expected. He had thought Yun Jingsheng would order a few more dishes. But it was precisely because of this action that Chen Song felt that Yun Jingsheng was a very good person.
Be considerate and attentive to his feelings.
"You are very good at ordering food. My brother said that the curry beef rice here is the best." Yun Jingsheng said.
Chen Song had also heard of this restaurant, which was famous for its Sukiyaki. He ordered curry beef rice because it was the cheapest.
Chen Song drank a sip of warm water, and when he raised his eyes, he met a pair of sharp and playful gazes. The eyes were as vicious as cold light, staring at him with interest.
The familiar yet unfamiliar face made his heart stop, and some water spilled out of the cup in his hand.
Gu...Why is Xingjue here?
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