Mu Jiang has always been popular, so she wasn't surprised. Instead, Mu Jiang explained, "She was my deskmate."
But she didn't remember such a girl in the neighborhood. Could it be that she moved in because of him? She looked back and saw that the girl was not in the same building as them, but in the building opposite. However, she could imagine that the girl was right across from Mu Jiang's room, perhaps using some kind of high-tech to observe his life.
"Ouyang!" Mu Jiang saw her studying someone else and called out, "She's my classmate."
"I see." She didn't pursue the matter any further. Boys wouldn't be fooled, whether they were classmates, friends, or girlfriends. She didn't really care. She just delved a little deeper out of interest.
They found a hot pot restaurant outside. Mu Jiang always liked the smell of hot pot on his clothes. He said it was an innate hobby of Chongqing people.
In the evening, after she sent Mu Jiang off, she looked upstairs from downstairs and her thoughts were confirmed. The girl was just opposite Mu Jiang's room.
Out of concern for Mu Jiang, she researched the girl's information. She and Mu Jiang were indeed classmates, but it seemed like they were more than just classmates. Because of Mu Jiang, her family had moved out. Logically, she'd run away from home, but her family hadn't objected. On the contrary, it seemed her father was very supportive, and the principal had also made a point of not expelling Mu Jiang, no matter how problematic he was.
Dong Ya watched her staring blankly at the ceiling in the living room again. He walked over, picked up a magazine and sat next to her: "Did Mu Jiang cause trouble for you again?"
"No," she came back to her senses. "Tell me, what secrets will he hide from me?"
"How should I know?" He looked at her. "You should be able to tell easily if something is wrong. How come you also have difficulties?"
She glanced at him, folded her arms, and continued to stare at the ceiling. She really couldn't figure out how Mu Jiang had gained that girl's trust. Usually, if the other person didn't have a good impression of him, he would have done them a favor.
"Well," Dongya asked, "tell me and I'll help you analyze it."
She put her legs on the ground and looked at him seriously: "She must be in love!"
"Shouldn't it be a very normal thing for a normal boy and a normal girl to fall in love?"
"But," she said, "she looks like she has social anxiety." She still remembered the forced smile she had put on when she greeted her.
"Who are you talking about? Mu Jiang?"
"That girl," she continued, "also has obsessive-compulsive disorder. Mu Jiang can't be with her." She said very firmly.
"What do you want to do?"
She hugged her legs. Mu Jiang was a helpful child, his own idea. Although she didn't want him to be involved in this complicated relationship, she had to respect his choice. The conflicting thoughts in his mind made her feel dizzy. She didn't like the feeling of responsibility, so she returned to her room and let the darkness paralyze her.
Dongya felt that she was in a bad mood, so he disturbed her and went for a walk outside alone.
The next day, the bright sunshine outside made her feel a little uncomfortable. A middle-aged woman walking by with a dog gave her a strange look. The sniffing male dog also looked up at the person sitting on the chair, then casually walked to the corner of the bench and proudly urinated.
"What's the matter with you," the dog's owner scolded, "You want to claim your sovereignty when you see a beautiful woman?"
Ouyang leaned back in her chair, motionless, unwilling to let any more light into her eyes. Because the water supply in the basement was cut off, she had gone to the public restroom outside the complex early this morning to relieve herself. However, having left empty-handed and without her key, she could only sit in a prominent position, hoping that Dongya, who had gone out to buy groceries, would return soon and not leave her, dressed only in pajamas, to stay too long.
Several children on their way to school ran over, and it seemed that her presence stopped them in their tracks. One of the children covered his mouth and laughed out loud, causing Ouyang to frown.
"Why is she dressed like that?" a mischievous little boy tugged at the hem of her shirt, which had Peppa Pig embroidered on it and her brother George on the other sleeve. Children just love these cartoon characters, and they kept her from waiting peacefully. Suddenly, she opened her eyes, scaring the children away.
The sun rose slowly, and some old people returning from the market passed by her, talking about something. She didn't want to listen, and she couldn't hear it.
"Ouyang?" Dongya came back with a bag and saw her sitting outside. "Why are you here?"
She stood up and straightened her clothes: "The water is out!"
"I know."
"So I'm out?"
Dongya looked around: "You didn't take the key."
"Nonsense?" She really didn't want to be looked at strangely here. "Hurry up and catch up."
Later she found out that the water supply in the basement was not often cut off. Even if there was a water outage, she only had to be patient for about half an hour and the water would come back.
With the old man's help, Dong Ya was able to take care of some household chores. Although he wasn't very good at cooking, he bought a few cookbooks from the bookstore and patiently followed the steps in the kitchen. Ouyang was his taster, and all the dishes had to pass her review.
"It's too salty." Ouyang picked up a piece of twice-cooked pork and said.
Then there's the sweet and sour pork ribs: "Too sweet."
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