Chapter 12: Urban Supernatural Fiction (Red and White Comedy) 12 Brother, I...
Song Qingqing heard someone calling her name in her drowsiness, and it seemed that the person was very angry. She opened her sleepy eyes.
Her moist and clear eyes met Shen Zhe's eyes, which were shining with anger.
After seeing someone coming, Song Qingqing, who was originally in a daze, immediately pursed her lips and smiled, looking very soft-hearted.
"elder brother......"
However, before she could call out "brother", Song Qingqing regained consciousness and remembered that Shen Zhe had angrily said that she had nothing to do with him and that she should not call him "brother", so she changed her words, lowered her head and called out his name in a low voice.
"Shen Zhe."
Shen Zhe was really amused by her obedience.
Song Qingqing stood up slowly. Because she hadn't eaten anything at night, she had hypoglycemia after sitting for a long time and stood up suddenly. She felt dizzy and fell forward, bumping into Shen Zhe.
It was exactly the same as when Wen Cun bumped into Shen Zhe's arms before.
Song Qingqing, who hadn't recovered yet and whose vision was completely black, clutched Shen Zhe's strong arms tightly to barely stand. She lay in Shen Zhe's arms, soft and boneless, and said in a soft voice, "Shen Zhe, I feel dizzy."
Because of hypoglycemia, her body temperature was also low, so when she leaned against Shen Zhe, he could clearly feel the slightly cool temperature on her body.
When Shen Zhe lowered his eyes, he could see Song Qingqing's pale and weak face, and even the color of her lips had faded a little.
There was silence in the dark corridor for a moment. Shen Zhe took a deep breath, cursed softly, opened the door, picked up the person with one hand, kicked the door shut with a thud, and used his other free hand to skillfully turn on the light switch at the entrance.
The room suddenly lit up.
Before Song Qingqing could squint her eyes to adapt to the suddenly bright environment, her body was controlled.
Shen Zhe pressed Song Qingqing against the door. Perhaps due to anger and fatigue, his voice was a little hoarse and dangerous: "Song Qingqing, are you sick? You don't have the key to your house? You don't know how to get in? Why are you squatting there and acting pitiful?"
"This old neighborhood is bustling with people, and there are a few drunk old men hanging around all day. Did you know..."
The next second, Shen Zhe stopped.
Because the girl who looked like a glutinous rice dumpling was looking up at him with sparkling eyes, and she was asking him questions without knowing the consequences.
"Are you worried about me?"
Shen Zhe instantly felt like he was talking to a cow. He pursed his thin lips and his face suddenly turned dark. He looked extremely fierce and scary.
He denied it without even thinking.
"Only a ghost would worry about you."
After saying this, Shen Zhe realized that he had said so much nonsense. Working overtime around the clock really made his mind confused. He let go of Song Qingqing and walked towards the sofa. After taking two steps, he felt the corner of his clothes being pulled twice.
Shen Zhe turned around and looked at Song Qingqing expressionlessly.
Song Qingqing pulled his clothes with her right hand, lowered her head, revealing her fair and fragile neck. She looked timid and spoke in a low, but soft voice, as if she had deliberately softened her voice.
"Shen Zhe...Brother, I'm a little hungry."
She fell asleep without having dinner and took a taxi here in a panic.
After hearing this, Shen Zhe lowered his eyes fiercely, his gaze falling on her slippered feet. As if she noticed his gaze, her fair white toes curled up slightly unconsciously.
Maybe because he ran in a hurry, the white edges of his slippers were covered with dust. It was obvious that he was squatting there without opening the door, probably because he didn't even have time to get the house key.
Although she lowered her head, Shen Zhe could clearly feel that she had been secretly looking at the takeaway box in his left hand, blinking her eyes and swallowing hard.
Hot air and a slightly pungent aroma are continuously coming out of the lunch box and plastic bag.
That was the chopped pepper fried noodles that Shen Zhe packed from a small restaurant, intending to have it as a midnight snack after working overtime.
Shen Zhe didn't respond to her. He walked straight to the sofa in the living room and sat down, his elbows resting on his knees. He slowly opened the lunch box and disposable tableware. His whole attitude was lazy and careless after get off work.
But because of his tall stature, he still exudes a subtle sense of aggression and wildness, but it is just not very obvious.
Seeing that he seemed not to notice that she was hungry, Song Qingqing looked at Shen Zhe a little aggrieved.
How can such a grown-up person still be protecting his food?
Song Qingqing knew that he had eaten dinner, because when the special car left, she heard the fat boy in the driver's seat asking him which restaurant the captain was going to for a good meal tonight.
After unpacking the disposable tableware, Shen Zhe pushed the opened lunch box to the right and patted the empty space next to him.
Song Qingqing looked at him a little confused.
"come over."
Song Qingqing pursed her lips and lowered her head. Like a little animal, she moved carefully over and sat down on the sofa next to Shen Zhe.
Tears were already welling up in her eyes. It would be fine if he didn't let her eat it, but did he want her to watch him eat it?
What kind of bad taste is this.
Shen Zhe said with a cold face: "Eat."
ah?
The girl sitting next to him raised her head and looked at Shen Zhe's sharply defined profile with a blank expression.
Shen Zhe, who was reading messages on his phone, saw that there was no movement next to him for a long time. He glanced at her and saw her biting her lip in thought.
Shen Zhe immediately understood what this guy was going to say. He could only cautiously refuse and then observe his reaction. Then he spoke in a cold voice: "Didn't you just say you were hungry?"
"No shouting either."
"Just a little bit."
Song Qingqing quietly refuted and corrected Shen Zhe's choice of words, but received a chuckle, so she stopped talking and picked up a mouthful of fried noodles with chopsticks and put it into her mouth.
Shen Zhe seemed to be looking at his phone, but he was actually observing her.
Even when she is hungry, the girl's eating movements are very graceful.
However, as soon as she swallowed the fried noodles, her fair and translucent face turned red instantly.
Song Qingqing's tears suddenly welled up in her eyes. She was choked and coughed continuously, and her whole body was shaking.
Shen Zhe was stunned for a moment, then stood up and got a bottle of milk for Song Qingqing. He inserted a straw and put it to her lips, then raised his hand and patted her back twice to help her calm down.
"Have a few sips first to relieve the spiciness."
Song Qingqing held the milk carton and drank it in several sips.
The milk was taken out of the refrigerator and was still cold, which did relieve the pain a lot.
Song Qingqing almost leaned into Shen Zhe's arms, sipping milk with tears in her eyes due to the spicy taste.
It took a long time for the spiciness to subside. Shen Zhe looked at Song Qingqing, who was almost wilted. There were tears at the corners of her eyes, her lips were red from the spiciness, and her eyebrows were drooping. It seemed that she was completely exhausted from the spiciness.
Shen Zhe frowned slightly and asked in a low voice: "You don't eat spicy food?"
Song Qingqing whispered, "I don't want to eat."
Seeing her like this, Shen Zhe said, "You don't eat spicy food but you're still greedy. You deserve it."
Then he thought about how they had hardly seen each other since that incident, and he only asked her some questions as a routine after a long period of time. Naturally, he didn't know her eating habits.
Shen Zhe stopped talking and naturally picked up the chopsticks that Song Qingqing had just used and finished the remaining fried noodles.
Song Qingqing was stunned, looking at him blankly, opened her lips, but finally gave up trying to remind him that it was something she had used.
If a reminder is given, given Shen Zhe's personality, there will only be two consequences.
One is to throw the lunch box directly into the trash can in anger and disgust.
The second is to say with that cold face and expressionless face, "Then what? Waste of food?"
No matter which possibility it was, Song Qingqing felt that she didn't really want to see it. She was still a little afraid of Shen Zhe, who frowned and looked angry and fierce...
Song Qingqing watched Shen Zhe finish the fried noodles very quickly and calmly, then stood up and walked straight into the kitchen.
Is he still not full? Such a big bowl of fried noodles.
Song Qingqing glanced at his tall back and suddenly felt that it seemed reasonable that he was not full.
Shen Zhe didn't come out of the kitchen, and she didn't dare to move. She just sat on the sofa in a daze. After sitting for a long time, she felt a little sleepy, so her head kept falling forward and she dozed off like a chick pecking at rice.
Not long after, Shen Zhe came out with a bowl of steaming vegetable noodle soup and placed it in front of Song Qingqing.
There was a crisp collision sound between the bottom of the bowl and the coffee table.
Song Qingqing, who was already drowsy, was awakened instantly. She subconsciously wanted to stand up, but Shen Zhe reached out and pushed her back to sit on the sofa.
Shen Zhe said nothing and pointed to the noodle soup on the table: "After you finish eating, go to the second bedroom to take a shower and go to bed. I'll go take a shower first."
When he reached the bathroom door, Shen Zhe remembered something and turned around and said, "Just throw the dishes in the sink."
Song Qingqing, who was eating plain noodles in small bites, heard this and said vaguely: "I will wash it."
Seeing that she insisted on washing, Shen Zhe gave up.
"Whatever you want."
Unexpectedly, when Shen Zhe finished his shower and came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, Song Qingqing was still eating.
Shen Zhe was speechless.
"Why haven't you finished eating yet?"
Song Qingqing poked the noodles with her chopsticks. She was already a little full, but thinking about how Shen Zhe had just eaten up the whole bowl of fried noodles, she was afraid that he would think she was wasting money, so she continued to eat hard.
Shen Zhe casually rubbed his hair with a dry towel, then walked to the sofa and sat down with his legs apart.
Song Qingqing felt that the sofa next to her was obviously dented. She looked over subconsciously, but then looked away as if she had been electrocuted. The tips of her ears, hidden by her hair, suddenly turned red.
Just now she saw the water droplets on the ends of Shen Zhe's hair rolling down as he wiped his hair, crossing the clearly defined lines of his shoulders and neck, and slowly flowing across his substantial chest and the crisscrossing grooves on his waist, and finally disappearing at the edge of the bath towel.
Song Qingqing lowered her head with red ears, trying to focus on the plain white noodles, and said softly: "You put too much noodles, I can't eat it."
Shen Zhe stopped wiping his hair. Perhaps it was because he had just taken a shower, he looked more relaxed and easier to get along with than the fierce state he appeared in during the day when he was in uniform and performing tasks.
He casually put the towel around his neck, leaned over, and finished the noodles in two or three bites with the chopsticks in Song Qingqing's hand. Song Qingqing happened to have not much left.
Song Qingqing was so frightened that she was stunned. When she was about to let go of her hand, Shen Zhe had already let go first. He looked calm, as if eating noodles like that was a normal thing.
Song Qingqing glanced at the slightly swaying tea-colored noodle soup and asked softly, "Brother...are you like this at the bureau too?"
"What?"
Shen Zhe leaned back to wipe his hair and replied curiously. Then he realized what she was asking and suddenly felt unwell.
"I'm so full, why would I eat what those bastards left over?"
Shen Zhe sat up straight, staring at Song Qingqing with his eyes slightly narrowed, approaching her, his expression looking very dangerous: "Do you dislike me eating your saliva?"
She was the first to dislike him?
What?
Song Qingqing, who was slow to react, was so frightened by his blunt words that her face turned red and her beautiful almond-shaped eyes became moist.
"I, I didn't!"
"I just have a little cough and I'm afraid I might infect you."
Shen Zhe replied calmly, "I have a good physique and won't get sick."
She pursed her lips tightly, put down her dishes, stood up and walked towards the second bedroom.
As they walked, they whispered to each other that he was a scoundrel and a bastard.
Shen Zhe, who was called a hooligan, sat back and said lazily, "Then why are you eating noodles cooked by a bastard like me? What are you? A little bastard?"
The sound of the second bedroom door closing responded to Shen Zhe's words.
But even though she was at a loss, the well-educated girl did not slam the door.
However, perhaps it was retribution for teasing someone, and coupled with being too exhausted from working non-stop on the investigation mission, Shen Zhe felt that his throat was indeed uncomfortable when he woke up the next day. However, his voice was just a little hoarse, so he didn't care and knocked on the door of the second bedroom.
Song Qingqing, wearing a nightgown, got out of bed in a daze and opened the door. Her long black hair was curled up in all directions due to her sleep.
"Shen Zhe?"
Song Qingqing immediately sobered up a bit. When she looked up, she saw Shen Zhe holding a long-handled black umbrella. She asked him in a daze, "Are you going out to work?"
Shen Zhe's voice was slightly low and hoarse, and he frowned when he heard it, "Did you forget that we were going to the cemetery today?"
Visit his parents' graves and pay homage to them.
Song Qingqing, who was still half asleep, finally came to her senses and trotted back to her room, closing the door behind her. "Wait for me, I'll change my clothes first."
"I'll wait for you downstairs."
It started raining again in the city, but it was smaller than the heavy rain a while ago and turned into continuous fine rain.
Shen Zhe hated rainy days like this. He put away his umbrella, sat in the driver's seat, and stared at the windshield with an expressionless face.
The glass was covered with fine raindrops, like a layer of mist, which then slowly gathered together and flowed down along the curve of the car glass, leaving a long trail.
It was like a broken corpse being dragged by the wheels, and the dark red blood that was dragged out was glaring and sweet.
The sirens of the 120 ambulance were instantly heard around, as were the shrill screams, the noisy and boiling voices of the onlookers, and even the excited voices of people picking up their phones to broadcast the event live.
Very noisy.
Shen Zhe clicked his tongue, as if not wanting to recall such an embarrassing memory, and turned on the wipers.
But the rain was coming down so hard that the wipers scraped off a layer of water, which was immediately covered by new rain.
Just as I was feeling annoyed, the passenger door opened and in came Song Qingqing, who had changed into a plain white long dress. She had a bouquet of daisies and lilies in her hands.
"You used my phone to order it yesterday?"
When Song Qingqing heard him ask her, she looked up at him and smiled while holding the bouquet. She even handed the flowers to him: "Yes, look, aren't they beautiful? I spent over a hundred on them!"
The order was placed using Shen Zhe's phone, so Song Qingqing didn't feel bad at all.
There were still a few raindrops on the clean white lilies, as well as the golden daisies, which set off the girl's smiling face with curved eyebrows and eyes, and rarely soothed the irritability in Shen Zhe's heart caused by the drizzle.
Shen Zhe hummed lightly, "Not bad."
Song Qingqing thought he couldn't hear her, so she complained in a very low voice.
"What do you mean it's okay..."
Shen Zhe started the car, and his originally tightly pursed thin lips began to curve upwards.
Going to visit the graves on a rainy day doesn’t seem so annoying anymore.
Just thinking about the cause of the car accident, the almost imperceptible smile on Shen Zhe's face gradually faded, and finally returned to his expressionless look.
It was a long way from the city to the cemetery. Song Qingqing got up early and fell asleep leaning against the car window holding flowers.
After more than an hour, the car stopped in the parking lot of the cemetery. The parking lot was a bit far from the graves of Shen's father and mother, and two people needed to walk there.
Shen Zhe took Song Qingqing out of the car.
Because of the height difference between the two, if Shen Zhe held the umbrella at his usual height, it would probably be better than nothing, so the dark umbrella surface tilted silently towards the girl.
It was raining, and the cemetery was far from the city, so the temperature was inevitably much lower.
It was naturally not as warm outside as it was in the car, and Song Qingqing's shoulders shivered slightly.
Shen Zhe took a glance and handed the umbrella over: "You hold it first."
Song Qingqing held the flowers in one hand and took the umbrella with the other, not knowing what Shen Zhe was going to do.
So she watched him take off his shirt and jacket, and Shen Zhe put the jacket on the girl's slender shoulders.
Then Shen Zhe took back the umbrella as if nothing had happened and continued walking forward with her, "Let's go."
The two people walking side by side walked in the drizzling rain and then stopped in front of a cemetery. A figure without an umbrella walked past them from behind.
Song Qingqing noticed the thin young man passing by her and turned her head to look at him.
He was wearing a normal pure white T-shirt and black trousers, carrying a heavy black backpack. He looked like a normal college student who came to visit the graves. He was a clean young man, but he didn't have an umbrella. The light rain falling on him was like a layer of light fog.
But Song Qingqing always felt that he seemed out of tune with the rain.
If there was one thing that was different about this person, it might be his hair, which was tied up with branches.
When they passed each other just now, a few strands of Song Qingqing's hair were blown by the wind caused by his walking.
There is still a hint of sweet and slightly bitter fragrance in the moist air
What a strange person, but the scent on him is refreshing and makes people feel refreshed. It smells very nice.
Song Qingqing didn't think much about it and quickly turned her head back.
The young man who had already walked past seemed to have sensed something and turned around. He had handsome eyebrows and eyes, but his temperament was as cold as pine snow.
Lin Hanchuan stood there with an indifferent expression, and his eyes met with the young man in white clothes who was standing next to the girl and completely obscuring her figure.
Shen Zhe also vaguely sensed the damp, cold and sticky feeling of the star point. He frowned slightly and looked at the empty space on the girl's right.
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