58 All three are cosplayers
The van turned several turns and drove into a narrow street near Nanjing West Road.
After finally finding a parking space, the three men carried the young master and the wheelchair down like unloading cargo.
Xu Zhiqian stayed in the car waiting, Ni Yue pushed the young master onto the bumpy sidewalk, and Qian Xiaohu followed at a distance.
When they came near a shengjian restaurant, the young master signaled them to stop.
Like all the alley-style shengjian restaurants, this shop has a large iron pan for frying shengjian at the door, which looks like it has been used for decades.
A shengjian chef in a white coat was busy behind a large iron wok. When the food was about to be served, he lifted the lid and with a "sizzling" sound, steaming hot air mixed with the aroma of carbohydrates wafted towards you.
Sprinkle a handful of black sesame seeds and a handful of chopped green onions and serve.
Ni Yue drooled at the sight, and couldn't help wondering, was the young master here to look for someone, or was he just looking for some shengjian (rice dumplings)? He leaned over to ask, but caught a glimpse of the young master's red eyes hidden under his cap.
He looked up again with curiosity.
They saw the shengjian chef pinch the towel hanging around his neck, wipe the sweat from his forehead, and his eyes inadvertently drifted towards them.
When his eyes met the young master's, his eyes flashed, and he quickly turned around, calling the waiter to help, then walked out of the restaurant and came to them. He fiddled with his clothes with both hands, looking a little nervous.
Ni Yue heard the young master choking and whispering to him, "Uncle Fei!"
She was shocked. Could it be that the person the young master wanted to see was not the young girl she had guessed, but this middle-aged male cook in front of him? !
"Excuse me, can I have a cigarette?" Uncle Fei obviously needed to calm down.
With the tacit consent of Ni Yue and the young master, he took out a cigarette and lighter from his jacket pocket, shielded the wind with one hand, and lit it carefully.
Unlike the sloppy cook in Ni Yue's impression, he had good hygiene and his nails were surprisingly clean, without any greasy black mud.
After Uncle Fei took two puffs of his cigarette, the young master couldn't wait to speak: "Why did you lie to Mom and say you weren't in Shanghai recently?"
"...I never lied to your mother. I was in Shanghai the whole time."
"She said you were going to Beijing to judge some cooking competition?"
"Your mom is such a joke. Who would ask me to be a judge? I'm not selling Xiao Yang Sheng Jian!"
"Then why did she say that? Didn't you lie to her?" The young master's voice became more and more anxious.
Uncle Fei exhaled a puff of smoke from the side of his face. "I didn't lie to your mother, she lied to you."
"?"
"She said I wasn't in Shanghai, but the truth is she hasn't contacted me for several days."
The young master was stunned for half a second, "This is impossible, it's obviously you..."
"Isn't it obvious that I was the one who lied to her? You're wrong. Why would I lie to her? I wish I could go to your house every day to bring you Shengjian (Chinese dumplings), but your mother seems to have every reason to lie to you."
"What's the reason?"
Uncle Fei's eyes suddenly turned to pity when he looked at the young master. He shook his head and said, "I can't say."
The young master was anxious, "Why can't I tell you? You have to tell me! And tell me quickly! I'm running out of time. If I come home late, not only will I get scolded, but I'll also cause these brothers and sisters to lose their jobs!"
Upon hearing this, Uncle Fei looked at Ni Yue and Qian Xiaohu behind her and sighed helplessly.
…
The two of them went on a tirade that nearly burned Ni Yue's CPU dry. Luckily, she had thousands of romance novels in her head, so she began to think and piece together the full story:
The young master was diagnosed with polio when he was young. His parents often quarreled about this. Later, his father cheated on his wife and started a new family. They divorced and left the house to the mother and son. In order to take care of the young master, his mother has been single for many years. Until a few months ago, she attended a reunion of her elementary school classmates and reunited with her deskmate who had lost contact for many years, Uncle Fei in front of her.
The old bachelor Uncle Fei fell in love with the young master's mother and understood that it was not easy for her to raise a child alone. He often sent her and the young master shengjian (stir-fried dumplings), but she never let Uncle Fei into the house until May Day, when the young master's mother invited him to visit.
But since then, Uncle Fei never showed up again, and the supply of Shengjian was also discontinued. Later, he refused the young master's birthday party invitation on the grounds that he was not in Shanghai.
The young master firmly believed that Uncle Fei was lying because he backed off because he saw his horrible appearance when he came to his house for the first time.
So, he sneaked out today without telling his mother, just to confirm his guess.
"No, no, no!" Uncle Fei denied everything. "After I went to your house, your mother told me not to contact her again, saying it was because of you—" He paused and took another puff of his cigarette, then said the second half of the sentence with difficulty: "You don't like me!"
Ni Yue felt that the young master's body was shaking.
"I, when did I ever say I don't like you?" His voice was trembling. "Would I invite you to my party if I didn't like you?"
Uncle Fei smiled bitterly. "You might not remember, the first time I visited your house, you laughed so hard it was uglier than crying! So your mother concluded you didn't like me. Then when you wanted to invite me, she probably thought you were just trying to cheer her up. She didn't want you to have any emotional baggage, so she just made up an excuse to deceive you."
"Why did your laughter the whole time look uglier than your crying?" Ni Yue was so fascinated by what he was saying that he couldn't help but lower his head to question the young master.
"..." The young master scratched his head under his hat, feeling very uncomfortable. "Let me think about it carefully. I don't remember this happening at all!"
"Forget it, don't think about it. Let's not talk about the past anymore. Let's move forward..." Uncle Fei was interrupted by the young master's exclamation halfway through his words.
"Oh my god, I remember now! The day Uncle Fei came, I saw people cursing me online. It was the worst insult ever. They called me..." The young master lowered his voice so that no one could hear, "a disabled sissy, a stinking gay, a rotten asshole! I had a breakdown and locked myself in the bathroom crying. But I knew Mom had friends coming over, and I didn't want her to be sad and ruin the atmosphere, so I didn't tell her about it. I didn't mention it after you left. After all, she had already helped me deal with enough online abuse."
"..." Ni Yue suddenly understood, "So you pretended to be calm and forced a smile, but your mother interpreted it as you didn't like Uncle Fei!"
Before the young master could reply, Uncle Fei spoke up, "So that's how it is. I'm really sad. Sad for you, sad for your mother, and sad for myself. You really misunderstood me. I'm not the same as those people on the internet. How could I possibly dislike you?"
He was a little emotional. "I've never told your mother, but I've known about your family situation for a long time. I've been thinking about her all these years and wanted to ask her out, but she's usually busy taking care of you. She refused to come out when any of our classmates invited her. That was the 50th anniversary of our elementary school, and she rarely attended the party. So I asked the class monitor to put me at the same table with your mother..."
Uncle Fei's eyes were red, and he quickly turned his face away and took a few deep puffs of his cigarette, swallowing his tears along with the nicotine.
"I wanted to help when the time is right, not to add icing on the cake," he turned around, looked at the young master and continued, "But sometimes I think about it carefully. Your mother is so well-off, and I'm just a shengjian chef. I'm probably not worthy of her. Plus, I also thought you didn't like me, so let it go."
"No! We can't just let it go!" The young master cried with determination, "I'm sorry, Uncle Fei, I misunderstood you! You're the only man my mother has invited into our home in all these years. You can't just let it go like this! I now solemnly invite you to my house to attend my birthday party, okay?"
Ni Yue suddenly understood.
It turns out that these three people have always had misunderstandings that have not been explained clearly due to their own logic. In order to make the people they care about happy, they all suppress their inner emotions and pretend that nothing has happened on the surface.
It turns out that all three of them are cosplayers!
Ni Yue held the young master's shoulders tightly with both hands, expressing his silent support to him.
He looked at Uncle Fei eagerly and almost blurted out: Promise him! Please promise him!
The young master's sincerity obviously caught Uncle Fei by surprise. He was a little overwhelmed, trying hard to suppress his inner ecstasy. He didn't know whether to laugh or not, so he pursed his lips and said, "Well, I'll ask your mother later!"
"She will definitely agree, I promise!" the young master said firmly.
Uncle Fei danced with joy, pressing his cigarette butt against the sycamore tree beside him to extinguish it. "You haven't had dinner yet, right? I'll go pack you some boxes of shengjian!"
Without waiting for their answer, he quickly turned around and went back into the store, his figure as light as a swallow.
A new pot of pan-fried dumplings has just come out of the oven.
Ni Yue looked at the dissipating heat, his heart suddenly warmed, and he couldn't help being deeply moved by the fireworks of this world.
Suddenly, she saw a man and a woman hurriedly walking into an inconspicuous boutique hotel next door.
That man was the one who had just sent her a WeChat message saying he was going to "go to the gym first" -
"Nurse brother?"
The young master also recognized him at a glance.
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